Chapter 1623
My Empire Chapter 1623
2021-10-15
Chapter 1623 1625 Old and StrongThere are many nursing homes in the Alanhill Empire, some of which are of high standard, while others are simply for the elderly The place.
In those high-standard nursing homes, there are many elderly people who are hundreds of years old. They used to be the most powerful magician in this world, but now they are in their twilight years. Most of the time the old man's body is They can only lie on the rocking chair, as quiet as a pot of plants.
In a magician nursing home in the Holy Demon Region, an old man stepped into a very comfortable maglev car with the help of a youngster.
Why is the maglev car still called a car? Call a car casually to prove that you can't keep up with the times.
"teacher...are you...really going there?" the youngster, who was wearing a magic robe, finally couldn't help but ask when he helped the old man get into the car.
The old man took the stick that youngster handed him, and after youngster got into the car and sat in the co-pilot seat, he said with a smile: "child, I'm already old, in fact, this world will stay It gave me too many regrets."
When he talked about this, his eyes were full of loneliness, because those were the mistakes he had really made, and the mistakes that could not be corrected in his life.
Perhaps, if the Alanhill Empire never appeared, then these faults may not be called faults, but this world has no assumptions, so he can only feel sad for his past.
He said in a lonely voice: "When I was young, I made a lot of mistakes. I despised my compatriots and regarded people like me as a must."
As he spoke, his eyes were a little wet: "At that time, I was no different from the devil. I used to think that as a magician, I was an expert, and this mistake has made me feel guilty until now."
When talking about this, he recalled his own pasts, those bad pasts that were gradually distant and almost impossible to remember.
Once, he stepped on the back of the dragon, overlooking the crowd under his feet and screaming in panic. He let his lesser dragon tore the woman's body, and watched as the rolling dragon flames devoured the houses full of villagers.
Once, he hovered in midair, in the gale of whistled past, watching the charging giant horse cavalry smash the allied army of the mortal empire with one charge, countless magical Fireballs on the battlefield Burning, accompanied by the desperate screams of mortal soldiers.
At that time, he didn't feel that he was killing people. In his eyes, these mortals were slaves, food, wealth, and resources that could be squandered... Only, not people.
His voice trembled as he recalled this. He looked at his young discipline in the co-pilot, and said regretfully: "Most of my time was wasted on internal friction and looting. Those degenerate days often woke me up in nightmares."
After recalling those painful pasts, he recalled the pictures of the rising light.
Therefore, his tone was obviously relieved, and he continued: "It all went on and on, until the Alanhill Empire was born, and I really realized that I have been there from the beginning to the end. Waste your life."
Once the excuse of "magic is the only hope for mankind" is overturned, then the theoretical basis of the magic world's exploitation of the Mortal world will collapse instantly.
It was only at this time that countless magicians realized that in their long past lives, the lives they despised were all "people" just like them!
This kind of impact is actually a nuclear bomb in the spiritual world. The magicians were able to join the Alanhill Empire in a short period of time, which is also directly related to the complete destruction of their theory.
The theory they believed in disappeared, and the magicians who sought the truth and thought they were saving the world were instantly defeated by what they had done.
In their eagerness to redeem their sins, the Alanhill Empire is their only option. With an alternative spiritual pillar, many ideas naturally fall into place.
The old man sat in the car, feeling the almost imperceptible bump. The magnetic levitation tram swayed slightly in the airflow, and moved forward smoothly on the Second Layer floating highway.
The advancement of technology allows people to enjoy life, and magic and technology complement each other to create today's Alanhill.
The ultra-modern technology that many Earth civilizations could not have imagined has become simple and reliable with the blessing of magic.
The combination of the levitating magic array and the magnetic levitation technology has made this kind of magnetic levitation tram popularized and galloping through the streets of the Alanhill Empire.
Like traditional automobiles, they played an important role in the progress of the empire and witnessed its glory.
"But, teacher...you have already participated in the transformation of magic technology in many empires, you don't need to..." Youngster continued to speak, still unwilling, trying to persuade his teacher to give up the idea of insisting.
Although he knew impossible, he still wanted to try it. After all, the path his teacher chose was an almost hopeless path of redemption.
The old man withdrew his gaze from the bustling scenery outside the car window, and looked the head and said, "The Emperor Your Majesty redeemed me and allowed me to find the direction of the development of magic, so I spent all my life learning and participating in it. In the development and creation of countless magic technology."
"At that time, I was high-spirited and vigorous, watching the rapid rise of human civilization, and watching the Alanhill Empire become a great interstellar empire... "The old man seemed to have thought of it, sitting in the laboratory by himself, watching the silhouette of his discipline of grand disciples busy with technology.
In the past few years, the time when he could still have the spirit to lead the team to tackle key problems may be the most memorable time in his life.
At that time, he could really be said to have achieved his life goals. Lead your motherland to gallop on the road of development, and apply what you have learned in your life to benefit all people.
But this before and after comparison made him blame himself even more. In his lifespan of more than three hundred years, two hundred and ninety years were wasted... or rather, wasted.
Those more than two hundred and ninety years, from the perspective of him now, are completely accumulating sins! This makes him hate himself, and hate this era in deep love.
Yes, hate this era. He could have dreamed that the Alanhill empire had risen when he was young.
Like Master William, who has become the leader of the Imperial Magical Research and Development Department at a young age, he can dedicate his life to a great empire like Alanhill without having to bear any sinful past.
A pure life! A life without stains... He will not betray like Frenzberg, and will definitely stand firmly under the banner of the Alanhill Empire and use his magical knowledge to promote the progress of this era!
No one is unwilling to be the founder of the times, and no one is unwilling to become the cornerstone of civilization development with what they have learned all their lives.
"Now someone is going to take everything from me! Destroy the meaning of my life... The things I am proud of are scattered ashes and dispersed smoke... child, I'm impossible lying in bed, waiting It all happened." Then, the old man became angry, he clenched his fists that could hardly be clenched, and said to suppress his anger.
After he finished speaking, he let go of his palm helplessly, looked at the age spots on it, and sighed continued: "Unfortunately, I am old... If I were ten years younger, then I would rather Pick up the long sword, activate the magic, and go to the front to take a good look at which bastard dares to blaspheme my motherland."
He looked at his arms that were getting thinner because he couldn't get enough nutrition, With the wrinkled skin on it, looking at the scrawny palm, his eyes were full of regret: "Now I am more than three hundred years old, I have reached the end of my life, and there is no way to fight side by side with those youngsters."
If, if it can really make him a few decades younger, or a hundred years younger, even without an electromagnetic rifle, even without those powerful weapons, he can still fight!
Even if he only has an armor with carved patterns, even if he only has a long sword that can be infused with magic, he can still fight the enemy bravely!
Even in the face of the cruelest and most powerful enemies, he can push forward! This is not bragging!
In those days, he regarded human life as a must, and he also fought on the front line of the fight against Demon Race. At that time, there were no ballistic missiles in the Grecon, and there were no MiG-21 fighter jets at that time...
"According to the laws of the Empire, I can choose to die naturally, or to be transformed and replaced with a new one. Young magic body." The old man retracted his thoughts, laughed gently, and seemed to be full of disappointment with his body.
His other hand was rubbing the cane that had been with him for five years, feeling that it was not as pleasing to the eye as the long sword.
"However, as a sinner, a poor old man who once killed his fellow citizens with his own hands and treated mortals as livestock, do I really have the face to choose to die naturally?" He seemed to be asking his students, and it seemed that asking myself.
His students spoke immediately, wanting to persuade again: "teacher! Actually, you don't need to do this... You have also contributed a lot to the empire, as..."
The old man reached out his hand to interrupt the other party's words, slowly shook the head, and denied the other party's persuasion: "You don't understand, child, this kind of thing is not the kind of forgiveness that others say when they console you... but ask your own heart. , the comfort that can be obtained..."
Forgiveness is the redemption of one's own heart, not the forgiveness of others. As long as your heart can live with it, there will be no psychological burden.
This is also why shameless people are shameless, because they can redeem their hearts with very little guilt, so they don't care about the crimes they commit.
To deal with such people, it can only rely on the law. However, in this world there are always people who demand higher and more morals of themselves, they are not honest people, they are not born to be bullied.
It's just that they have higher requirements for their behavior, have lofty moral standards, and are making their own contributions to the progress of this world Spiritual Plane.
Such noble people may live very tired and have no way to act wilfully, but they are indeed contributing their own strength to the progress of the whole society. Without these people, there would be no need for a civilization to exist.
The old man pointed to his body and said to his beloved disciple: "So I chose to accept the transformation, transformed myself into a puppet, and continued to live, just to atone for my sins and to transfer my knowledge. , and leave my magical skills to the Empire for more and longer periods of time, and to future generations who are willing to learn all of this."
"So you and your Junior Brothers and Sisters will be out of luck, too. I'll be back in a while, as a transformed puppet, and continue to serve as your teacher." The old man laughed at himself and said.
Then, after a pause, he looked towards the window of the car again. There are no bustling streets, only dense woods.
Obviously, they've driven into the suburbs, into sparsely populated areas. It seemed to be very close to their destination, as they could no longer see any other vehicles.
The car came to a slow stop in front of a gate guarded by guards with live ammunition. The driver handed the certificate to the officer at the door. After the officer checked, the door finally opened slowly.
The car started again, and the guards on both sides gave a solemn salute and watched the car disappear at the end of the road.
"Nice eyes, I feel very happy that they can send me like this, very, very happy." The old man smiled and sighed.
Then, after a section of the road, the car stopped in front of a huge building. The old man's Disciple got out of the car again and opened the door for the old man.
He got out of the car with the help of the disc, looked up at the magnificent building, the old man was satisfied and nodded: "It looks good!"
He walked forward step by step He passed the corridor full of technicians in white coats walking back and forth, and walked to the door of the room prepared for him.
"teacher..." The young student wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man.
The old man turned his head and said, "Since I have chosen to live in pain and redeem my soul, then before I am transformed, use a more painful way to protect everything I should protect, and it will change. As it should be by rights."
He reached out to help his Disciple wipe away the tears: "So I filled out the volunteer form calmly... So, now I want to come here, although my body There will be endless pain, but my soul is being washed by the light!"
"Actually I should be thankful for the source of magic that used to be the nightmare of the magic world. He developed this technology and gave me A chance to re-tempering your soul and make yourself cleaner!" He pointed at himself mockingly and walked into the door that belonged to him.
The prepared technicians stood quietly in front of a capsule-like container and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
In the middle of them, is a modified device filled with black liquid. This capsule-like container device extends many cables, like a monster, entrenched in the center of the room.
"Come on! Children! While I can still use it, let those so-called caretakers... know the old man of our old magic world, and how did they deal with the problem!" The walking stick was handed to a youngster beside him and said softly.
Behind him, the door slowly closed, blocking his students' vision. With the help of the staff, the old man stepped into the device, and the black liquid immersed the old man's knee, as if there was a kind of magic, tempting the old man to lie down and immerse in it.
What is the best soldier, is the kind of pure warrior who can fight the enemy with the most ferocious attack, regardless of his own life and death, and does not even leave a corpse to the opponent after death.
Such warriors should not appear in this world, because cultivating such warriors is an inhuman process.
However, when there are countless criminals who have committed various crimes when they were young, trying to torture themselves in this cruel way, to repent, and to redeem their souls, this kind of inhuman, it becomes a warm embrace.
As a result, the Alanhill Empire has an army, an army that terrifying to the extreme. This army is not human at all, they are a group of complete magical creatures who once had a name that made the Demon Realm shudder - Servants of the Gods!
They never flinched in the face of the aircraft, tanks and artillery of the Alanhill Empire. They once attacked recklessly, and even the soldiers of the Alanhill Empire felt extremely difficult.
When these servants of the gods fight to the limit, they will self-destruct like bombs, and in the end, almost nothing will be left. They have no corpses, no armor, and even little clothing.
But their fierce battle strength will leave a deep impression on the enemy! Each of them is a magician, a high level magician, the kind of magician that can call the wind and summon the rain to pierce through the enemy's formation!
"I've never felt so happy, as if I've regained my youth!" Sitting in a Z-30 helicopter, wearing a pure magic energy body in a white robe, he opened his mouth and exclaimed in a vague voice.
Opposite the Servant of God, there is another Servant of God. Their task is very simple, that is, at all costs, repel the guards' attacking troops and help their troops gain time.
"General Medeas's order... must be completed!" Another powerful servant of God said loudly to his companions in the bumpy helicopter.
"For the glory of magic...the origin..." Looking at another helicopter galloping forward not far from the open hatch, the servant of God sitting by the door was equally ambiguous said.
"For... redemption!" Pressing the magic long sword on his waist, as the most loyal and brave servant of the empire, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
The language they communicated was not clear and seemed to be audible only to them. This is a price, a necessary price for gaining power.
As warriors they can resurrect almost infinitely, but each time they are resurrected they become weaker.
But it doesn't matter, when they are weakened to a certain extent, they will be transformed into puppets and continue to serve the empire.
They are servants of God and redeemers, and they don't mind their names anyway, because they are all dying people, and being able to feel the whistling of the wind once again is already a blessing to them. A gift too.
"The airborne begins! My God! Who would have thought that one day I would carry out this kind of order... throw our own people into the occupation area of the sweeper army to fight alone..." On the plane The pilot of the plane complained loudly while controlling the plane to avoid the energy cannon fire on the ground.
The co-pilot turned on the Magic Barrier boost switch overhead and said, "We're sending them to death...but you see...they're not human..."
"No! Compared to those damn traitors and conspirators, they are the purest people!" Pulling the joystick in his hand, the captain avoided a mass of energy and corrected loudly.
"Entering the designated airborne area! Send them down! Let them get out of here!" Looking at the precise coordinates on the navigation map, the captain once changed the flight status and ordered loudly.
"Slow down! Slow down! Damn! We're crazy to slow down here!"
Just in front of him, a black ball of energy flew past, nearly hitting a jet engine on their side.
"The enemy is under our feet! The enemy of the densely packed!" Through the side porthole, the co-pilot saw the sweepers firing on their aircraft.
Then, he also saw the non-human people in white robes who jumped out of the cabin from the side-opening cabin door.
One by one, these servants of God did not hesitate at all, wrapped in shiny magical defense barriers, slid rapidly in the air, and rushed towards the vast number of enemies on the ground that looked like ants.
"I don't have the guts to jump here!" The co-pilot retracted his head and looked towards the cabin behind him: "Is there anyone else?"
"Accelerate. Speed up! Get out of here! We're going to be shot down!" After no one answered his question, he immediately shouted to the captain beside him: "The magic defense barrier still has one third energy!"
In his shouts, the Z-30 aircraft began to accelerate, and roared away in the barrage of exploding energy bombs.
Under the plane's far-away back, on the relatively flat ground, the first god servant who jumped out of the cabin smashed heavily on the ground, causing a mess of dust.
Then, a huge magical energy blew away the dust, and a white-robed man who had drawn out two long swords around his waist, twisted against the army of sweepers in the vast crowd in front of him. Touched his neck.
"Kill!" Behind this servant of God, another servant of God leaped high, shouted indistinctly, and rushed towards those who had already aimed the muzzle on their shoulders at them. the sweeper.
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I will make one update today and continue tomorrow. These two Heavenly Dragon spirits are a little broken. It's not a big deal, but it affects the thinking too much, so it was delayed. I'm really sorry. I will definitely make up for it. I'm very sorry.
(end of this chapter)