Ark, they don't revolve around you

Fall from Heaven.

When the Laterans turn their guard guns on their compatriots, they will lose the protection of the law.

Zhuang Ning actually artificially created a fallen angel and forcibly interrupted the "God's descent" of the law!

The law seemed to have retained a last bit of its ability to speak.

This time, the voice finally sounded a little more humane and no longer cold: "It has been confirmed that the individual has lost contact and should be eliminated immediately."

The shock of a broken heart reverberated, and the pupils of the Archangel, who had just regained a bit of consciousness, dilated. He fell straight from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

The blood flowed in a winding manner. Zhuang Ning looked down and realized that it was coming down from a high altitude after all.

"Is this your god?"

He stared at the Archangel who looked like he was about to die, and sighed softly, "Machines will always be machines. Machines will not have mercy on you angels."

In a corner, there seemed to be the sound of Xiaobu escaping.

Zhuang Ning waved his hand casually, grabbed the man from the corner, brought him in front of him, and threw him heavily to the ground.

The man was obviously hurt from the fall and couldn't help complaining: "Are you going a little too far?"

"Arturo, give me a reason not to kill you."

"I am carrying your posthumous child. How about that?" Arturo asked tentatively.

Zhuang Ning smiled: "Very bad."

"You are not controlled by the law?"

"Yes, otherwise why would I play that song against my will?" Arturo coughed and raised his hands, "But now it's gone. The will of the law has left, and I'm back again."

"You've always wanted to kill me, haven't you? Why are you surrendering to the enemy?"

"I'm not surrendering to the enemy." Arturo's voice was filled with resentment. He looked at the body of the Archangel and slowly hugged the girl. "I just can't stand the idea of ​​the law. He is the same as you."

"Why should the law keep a traitor like you?" Zhuang Ning's eyes were cold.

"I don't know, but I can help you."

"help me?"

"I have information about Lateran. I know that city much better than you do!"

learn?

Zhuang Ning sneered. In the world simulated by the system, he had also burned down the city of Lateran.

It's just doing it all over again, but now he doesn't need to use the same shortcuts as before.

"I don't need your information, and a Sakota who follows me all the time and may be controlled by the law is a very bold threat."

"I can fall from heaven and escape the constraints of the law!" Arturo raised his hands and said loudly.

Even Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment: "When did you become so cowardly?"

"I'm not a coward. Everything I do goes against my conscience."

Zhuang Ning raised the corner of his mouth: "This is your choice."

"Yes."

That hair-raising voice echoed, and a strange change befell Arturo.

The angel who had dyed himself black looked at the devil and murmured imperceptibly, "It seems that we are still a little short."

She had once looked into her heart and seen the sinner Zhuang Ning. She thought he was very close at this moment, but he was still a little short.

Even if he became a demon king, he couldn't awaken that monster? Or was it that he was missing a little opportunity?

Arturo lied.

Laws and the like are far less important than awakening that "Zhuang Ning", so from the very beginning, Arturo is bound to surrender to the enemy.

Zhuang Ning walked gently to the side of the Archangel, stepped into the blood with his toes, and looked at the broken face.

"She's dead," Arturo sighed.

"Yeah." Zhuang Ning turned his head and said, "Let me ask you a question. What is a miracle?"

"Miracle?"

"What is the miracle that you Sakota keep talking about?"

"—"

"Let me answer you." Zhuang Ning cut his fingertips and a drop of blood flowed out.

The blood silently soaked the corpse of the Archangel, and then Arturo was stunned.

The corpse of the Archangel began to heal and regenerate, and the heart that had stopped beating began to beat again.

The Originium in her body grew crazily, replacing all the organs that could not function. Most importantly, Arturo felt that something was returning to the body of the Archangel.

It's mysterious, but it's like... a soul!

"Resurrection from the dead is a miracle." Zhuang Ning closed his eyes, "and I can do it."

This is how civilization continues, even the illusory consciousness can be manipulated.

Zhuang Ning picked up the Angel of Power and threw her to Arturo: "Take her with you."

"Next, Lateran will definitely declare war on Kazdel. We need to fight back."

"Are you not going to mobilize the troops?"

"The army?" At this moment, Zhuang Ning seemed to have just remembered this thing. "Is it unnecessary?"

"It's just a Rutland."

……

……

"When are you planning to leave?" Theresa asked anxiously.

"Soon, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow." Zhuang Ning stroked his chest.

The beating sound could no longer be heard there, replaced by the original Originium, which provided enough energy for him to wreak havoc with his spells.

Zhuang Ning has been recuperating these past few days so that he can adapt to the violence of magic more quickly.

"The war will start."

"Terra has never lacked wars. Rather, it has been peaceful for too long."

Zhuang Ning shook his head. "I don't want a small fight like the Victorian Civil War. I want a change of order."

“A lot of people are going to die.”

"Ah."

"I'm sorry, Doc."

"You're just a puppet, Theresa. There's no need for puppets to say sorry."

Zhuang Ning took her hand and walked to the balcony to give a speech.

The sunlight filled the marble platform, caressing the rugged stones, and Theresa was speechless.

In Guangzhong, a huge gallows was erected with several corpses hanging on it.

"I have found all the remaining royal courts and put them to trial." Zhuang Ning said softly, "From now on, there is no royal court in Kazdel anymore. Logos and you are right."

Theresa's hand trembled as she reached out again, pointing at the huge crowd below: "What are those people?"

"Sarkaz who returned from other countries, you are my people." He passed Theresa, shrouded his whole body in light, and looked back faintly, "I gave them freedom and the power to rebel!"

"Theresa, rebuild the tower that reaches the sky. This time, no one can destroy the Tower of Babel, not even the self-proclaimed great gods."

"Because evil spirits will surround the Tower of Babel as a guard." The man raised his hands as if to reach the sky.

Hallucinatory words echoed in my ears.

"Welcome back, evil spirit of Babel."

……

……

"Amiya."

In the clean ward, the wind blows up the curtains.

This was a place so pure that it seemed isolated from the world. Kal'tsit looked at the girl, who was lying on the hospital bed, free from all restraints.

Amiya woke up from her sleep and blinked: "Dr. Kal'tsit, long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been a while."

"Are you unhappy?" Amiya said.

"……Do not."

"You are just unhappy. Although I no longer have the ability to perceive emotions, I know it." Amiya turned her head away. "Is it related to the doctor?"

Kelsey was silent.

"Doctor Kal'tsit, are you satisfied with the doctor now?" Amiya lowered her head and clenched her hands. "This is the doctor you always thought he was. Can you now say that you were right before?"

Theresa's strange smile appeared in Kal'tsit's eyes.

After a long while, she bit her lips hard and uttered, "I was wrong."

"Dr. Kal'tsit!" Amiya sat up and spoke word by word, "You are wrong, and I am wrong too!"

"If you make a mistake you have to correct it, right?" she said seriously.

Kal'tsit felt dazed, then she remembered that Amiya was no longer a child, she was growing up, and was much stronger than herself.

She nodded gently, "You're right, Amiya."

She wanted to say something else, but there was a knock on the door. Zhuang Ning walked over, holding a white flower in his hand, which formed a sharp contrast with his black clothes.

When he saw Kal'tsit, he seemed a little surprised, but he greeted her as usual: "Kal'tsit, you are not in the office?"

The temperature seemed to be dropping, and Kal'tsit felt uneasy.