Ark, they don't revolve around you

After a moment, he raised his face, and the face covered with darkness slowly changed, and finally condensed into a surprised... smile!

"Strong."

"Yes, no one has the right to shed tears for the strong, that's right!"

Zhuang Ning raised his hand and pointed it at the "Natural Disaster Control Device" that was flashing with strong light.

In the instrument covered by special glass, a dazzling phenomenon burst out.

Originium gathered above the heads of many people, attracting its kind around like a black hole, and quickly fell with a huge flame tail.

The city defense artillery was aimed at the falling meteorite, and the artillery fire that was powerful enough to penetrate high-speed warships was unable to stop the meteorite at all.

The princess looked at the falling stars and was embraced by someone.

She felt the tenderness on her face and then she realized that Zhuang Ning was also crying.

The face had such a strange expression as it was crying and smiling at the same time.

But it does not make people feel contradictory, but instead presents a strange harmony.

Theresa was of course controlled by Zhuang Ning, but the doctor also allowed this puppet to maintain its own identity. He did not want anyone to notice anything unusual unless the other party was overly familiar with her like Kal'tsit.

Theresa's personality is still normal, so how should she describe the doctor's inner world?

That slight sympathy seemed to be mourning the mood of an innocent person.

That huge mockery seemed to be despising the coldness of everything.

Almost everything was dragged into the quagmire-like obsession, sharpened through countless times of darkness.

Finally, the evil spirit whispered:

"Only the strong are entitled to sympathy."

As he spoke, the Originium fell, the entire block shook, countless buildings were razed to the ground, and countless people died in this conspiracy.

The constant vibrations even shook Zhuang Ning's feet, and huge fragments hit Zhuang Ning and Theresa.

Theresa tried to fight back.

But she couldn't move at all. Zhuang Ning held her down tightly and made her watch this scene.

Facing the fragments, Zhuang Ning waved quietly.

As the response progressed, an endless river of blood rose up. The blood of those who died in the Shard Storm was completely drawn out and held in Zhuang Ning's hands.

The scarlet sword exuded countless wails and resentments, while the evil spirit gently grasped it and swung it!

Just this one action can wipe out the fragments from the world!

The hot wind blew across Zhuang Ning's face, and no trace of tears was left.

That was probably the last tear of this evil spirit, which shattered with Theresa's words.

Theresa was stunned and fell to her knees.

"What about now?" Zhuang Ning asked in a hoarse voice again, "How do you feel now?"

Theresa held her heart in her hands, feeling heartbroken because of the deaths and injuries, and answered Zhuang Ning's question without saying a word.

Zhuang Ning raised her chin with satisfaction: "You never cried for me because you thought I could handle it."

"You are right, I have overcome my inner self..." Zhuang Ning squatted down and smiled, "Theresa, so many people died, most of them were because of you. I could have stopped the meteorite, but because of your answer, I decided not to stop it."

"I want to see if my heart is really as hard as stone." Zhuang Ning kissed Theresa's forehead, kissing the tear that smelled of blood.

"Can evil spirits cry? Yes, those cries remind me of myself a long time ago, when I also knelt on the ground and could only wail helplessly."

"It suddenly occurred to me that before I became an evil spirit, I was just an ordinary person... a prisoner in captivity."

"The prisoner me has always been hated by the current me, but, but... I seem to understand suddenly."

Zhuang Ning pointed at the rising smoke and the destruction on the ground and laughed.

The sound spread among the ruins and echoed throughout the heaven and earth!

"I am a sinner!"

"He is a tyrant who regards the heart of one person as the heart of thousands of people!"

"I'm not weak, I'm strong, so I shouldn't feel sorry for myself, right?!"

"Yes, I indulged myself. I let the meteorites fall. In the death of countless lives, I could feel the overwhelming pain!"

"I felt the truth from those pains!"

Theresa was stunned.

Zhuang Ning was happy both physically and mentally.

Get rid of the shackles, liberate yourself, and be completely liberated through this attack by the Pardoner!

"I have done good deeds in my life, but I hate murder and arson the most.

Suddenly the golden rope was opened and the jade lock was torn off.

Kazdel's message has arrived. Today I know who I am. "

Zhuang Ning recited his own nonsense article casually, buried Theresa in his arms, felt the queen trembling, and felt more and more pity for her.

Overwhelmed with emotions, Theresa burst into tears.

Thousands of deaths.

Countless condolences.

There will be even more terrible tragedies in the future.

If Arturo came over, he would probably be able to glimpse the shadow of the monster that Zhuang Ning wanted to awaken.

"It's not over yet? The disaster only destroyed one city block."

"Theresa, you should act quickly. You will definitely be criticized at this time, but isn't your best skill to use your eloquence to make people blame others?"

Zhuang Ning left Theresa behind and slowly stood up.

Once again, he saw a massive and even more terrifying rain of Originium overhead, which would destroy this new city.

Zhuang Ning lowered his eyes and jumped off the balcony, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

Theresa reached out to grab him, but couldn't. The wind was blowing and she looked desperate.

……

……

The shapeshifter felt that everything was going too smoothly.

According to the original plan, when the first wave of Originium rain arrived, the Royal Court Army should rush up and take back the tower.

But I don’t know if it’s because the dead soul is too good, and even when a block fell, no one came to stop him.

But that was enough. The shapeshifter pressed the final button.

The alarm sounded wildly, echoing in everyone's ears.

The shapeshifter looked at the disaster, which was even larger in scale than the previous one, with great interest, his lips slightly raised and his eyes filled with anticipation.

How many people can survive such a brutal natural disaster?

Shapeshifters aren't the only ones who think this way.

Everyone was terrified, perhaps not knowing what had happened, but in their confusion they could still see the huge black color covering the sky.

It was a strange source stone that was artificially demarcated and was not natural.

The shapeshifters became familiar with the Originium through constant operation and then incorporated their own abilities into it.

The huge gun was enough to destroy the city. The Transformers did not choose to wait in the Shard, but went to the square to welcome them with tens of thousands of people.

The square was in ruins, with countless cries of mourning and curses, and bloody remains of flesh and blood beneath the broken walls.

Despair fell from the sky.

At this last moment, the man walked out slowly, stepped on the ruins step by step, and climbed to the highest point.

The coat darker than the night fluttered, all the blood boiled with his arrival, and the face covered by the mask was slightly raised, looking at the night sky.

The shapeshifter was slightly surprised at this person's identity.

Doctor? How did he get here and even climb to the top?

The Shapeshifter saw the spiral tower made of rubble and slowly raised his sword, as if he wanted to use his mere body to resist the Originium in the sky.

——He really wanted to stop it.

Zhuang Ning closed his eyes slightly, and the memories from the time he woke up to the present flowed through his mind, and those forgotten memories also broke free from the shackles.

He thought of the evil spirit of the so-called Tower of Babel, of the passion he still had but the betrayals he encountered time and time again, and of the helplessness he felt, the loneliness, powerlessness, and solitude.

Which philosopher said this? All anger is anger at one's own powerlessness.

So, Zhuang Ning asked himself, are you angry now?

Then, Zhuang Ning heard himself sneer and said, "You are not angry. Anger is the weapon of the weak."

You are already strong.

So powerful that he didn't even care about the Originium that cut through the night sky.

So powerful that it can allow so many people to be broken up and killed.

It was so strong that the evil thoughts of the evil spirits were gradually disintegrated, and instead a kind of obsession arose.

Fire fell from the sky, and God was furious, wanting to eradicate the mere Zhuang Ning.

Under the magnificent statue, Arturo held her head high. She had known about the attack and therefore hid in the safest corner.

In the ruined upper city, Archangel Nero raised his head unconsciously.

She was surrounded by countless people who had lost their homes, and felt like she was in a pack of wolves. If she didn't have a gun in her hand, she would have been eaten.

On the palace balcony, Theresa was suffocated by grief, but she still pulled herself together because of her duty and tried her best to comfort the people.

At this moment, a light flickered in the ruins covered with rubble.

——From Zhuang Ning’s sword!