Chapter 759: Submission To

Chapter 759 Surrender to...

After learning that the Secret War was a complete hoax, Nathaniel stopped meeting the public.

until today.

Nethanil's appearance was much worse than before, his decent clothes were no longer present, and his whole person was scrawled, as if he had aged many years.

The emotion of sadness lingered in his mind. Every time he thought about everything about the secret war, he would feel an inexplicable sense of betrayal. But when he really raised his sword for revenge, he didn't know where to swing it.

Confused and confused, like a ghost who doesn't know where to go.

"Everyone has said this many times, Deputy Director Nathaniel."

The roaring sound sounded from the darkness. The people did not use any virtual images to face Nethaniel, and moved their real and ugly postures out of the darkness.

"After voting by successive directors, everyone decided to deliver Xilin's body to the King's Secret Sword."

A judgment-like voice sounded, and Nathaniel clenched his fists involuntarily.

They are like a huge mountain of flesh. Seen from a distance, it is simply a mountain range in a nightmare. The flesh was twisted and misshapen, seemingly pieced together from fragments of various animals and human bodies.

The surface of Roshan is inlaid with countless masks. Each mask has a different expression, from gentle smiles to ruthless expressions, and some creepy and ferocious expressions. These masks seem to be constantly changing. , showing their shocking magic power in a serious way.

It seems to have no real head and limbs, and its surface is covered with dark mechanical cables. The cables extend from the inside outwards, penetrating the monster's biological flesh. Along with the beating of the heart and the circulation of blood, the cables are like vines. Control every part of the monster tightly and keep squirming.

"No……"

Nathaniel was unwilling to accept this reality. He felt that not only had he been betrayed, but everything he had given had also become a joke due to the decisions of others.

"How could you do this!"

Nethaniel said loudly that Xilin's body was their trophy, a miserable trophy. If he wanted to stop the determination of the others, he could only do it here, at this moment.

Since the birth of the One, it has been under absolutely strict protection, and no one has ever been able to harm it.

Nethaniel glared at everyone. This monster seemed to be the nightmare of the creator, born in the darkness. It constantly devoured everything around it, turning everything covered by it into a part of itself.

"Deputy Director Nethanil, you are a little out of control. Everyone advises you to stay rational."

"reason?"

Nathaniel seemed to have heard a joke, "In the Secret War, so many deaths were just for this inexplicable thing..."

"Any attack against the public will be considered treason."

The voices of the crowd were still cold, "According to the guidelines established by the first generation director, the crowd will be given the power to fight back."

A rumbling sound resounded from the body of the crowd, and Nethaniel felt the temperature rise suddenly, as if a volcanic furnace was erupting in the body of the crowd.

The darkness dissipated, and more huge bodies came into Nathaniel's eyes.

Nathaniel suddenly had an inexplicable thought that he might not be able to win against the others.

The anger grew stronger.

"You said I was a betrayer, so what is it?" Nathaniel couldn't figure it out. "The secret war, and what's happening now, is this the best solution deduced by some bullshit exhaustive method!"

"You are the betrayer! All!"

Everyone was silent for a moment, the roar in its body weakened, and the rising temperature also stopped.

"They want to tell a story, a very short story."

The crowd said as they hid in the darkness again. Nethaniel could no longer see it, but then he heard clear footsteps, and a strange and familiar figure walked out of the darkness.

He was a taciturn man. He looked a little thin, but his muscles were tight and had an indescribable strength. His shallow wrinkles were tightly knitted and polished by the years.

The clothes are simple, not fashionable but sharp. A casual black robe is draped on him, almost blending into the darkness. The only decoration is a delicate brooch made of ruby. The ruby ​​emits crystal clear light. Shining with its unique brilliance.

Nathaniel remembered this man. In his life, this was the second time he saw this man. The last time he saw him was at the ceremony of his appointment as deputy director.

The two met only a few times, but Nathanil was not a stranger to this man. His name had already been engraved in Nathanil's soul. Everything that the Bureau of Order was doing was based on the land he had consolidated.

"Director Albert."

Nathaniel knew clearly that it was an illusory shadow constructed by everyone, but he still lowered his head slightly to show respect for this legendary existence.

"It's been so long, Nathaniel."

Albert was smiling, and his frowning brows showed deep thoughts. Even if it was just a phantom, he stood in front of Nathaniel, still as indestructible as an ancient castle.

"I wonder why this is..."

Nathaniel was in great pain, "My friends, the people I love, they thought they died for honor, but now it seems that they are just ridiculous lies."

Albert's expression did not change at all. His temperament was deep and intriguing, as if there was an unknown power lurking in the depths, which made people involuntarily awe.

"You know the history of the Alfredo family. Like the Clerx family, we also made great contributions in the Dawn War that defeated the Eternal Night Empire."

"What does this have to do with all this?"

"Listen to me, Nathanir, listen to me."

Nathanir is like a believer seeking redemption, and Albert is the priest who listens to his confession. His demeanor is proud and calm, and he looks at the things in front of him with foresight.

Even if he is just a phantom.

He is like an ancient and mysterious legend, standing in the long river of time, feeling the baptism of the years, but still sticking to his beliefs and dogmas in the wind and rain until the last second.

"The hatred between the Alfredo family and the Eternal Night Empire existed long before the Dawn War. At that time, my family was fragile and my ancestors hid to avoid conflicts with the Eternal Night Empire.

But there was a man among them who was arrogant and self-righteous. He was so arrogant that he despised others' retreat and denounced their cowardice. If no one stood up, he would fight against the Eternal Night Empire himself.

For this reason, he raised an army. He thought he could defeat the Eternal Night Empire...even if he could capture a province, but they were wiped out when they conquered the first city.

The Eternal Night Empire was much stronger than he imagined. All his friends died, but he survived alone. He realized his weakness and hid back in his family, living a stable life, and never talked about destroying the Eternal Night Empire again."

Albert asked back, "Do you think his life is a joke? Is everything he did meaningful?"

Nathanil did not answer, but his eyes said it all.

Albert then asked, "So... Nathaniel, do you think what you did in the secret war is a joke? Is there any meaning?"

Nathaniel was stunned for a moment. He found the mockery in Albert's words. This bastard trampled on his blood and pain.

Albert ignored Nathaniel's reaction and continued, "If the story ended here, it would be a complete joke, a sad joke."

"But his story is not over."

Albert approached Nathaniel and put his hands on his shoulders. It was just an illusory shadow, but Nathaniel felt a full weight on his shoulders, as if he was holding up a mountain.

"To be precise, the story of Alfredo's family, the story of mortals, has not ended.

His ridiculous life was not meaningless. After his death, one of his sons, grandsons, and descendants of countless generations heard his story. While other people in the family regarded him as a joke, that person was inspired by him and the story of his ancestors."

Albert whispered, "That person is my grandfather. Later, in the Dawn War a hundred years ago, he exposed the Night Clan to the sun, and the torture lasted for seven days and seven nights."

Nathaniel felt his heartbeat stop for a moment.

"My grandfather inspired me again. I established the Order Bureau, and in the long years after my death, I survived in this weird way."

Albert held Nathaniel's face with pity and declared.

"Naisaniel, your sacrifice, your friends', and everyone else's sacrifice is no joke. Just like the gentle flapping of a butterfly's wings, your achievements will eventually become a great cause, but it's too far away, so far away that none of you can see or predict it."

Naisaniel fell into absolute silence. At this moment, the concept of time seemed to be blurred. In the brief moment of thinking, it seemed as if thousands of years had passed.

"Blind and even paranoid trust," Naisaniel said faintly, "This is Rule One."

"You will know the answers to everything... after you die, after your brain and thoughts join us."

Albert asked, "Do you still have questions?"

"Does she... does she know that all this is a lie?" Naisaniel burst into tears, "Does she know that this ridiculous sacrifice is just for victory in the distant future?"

"I know," a cold voice sounded in the darkness, "My only regret is that I didn't say goodbye to you in person, which makes me feel very guilty."

The woman walked out of the darkness, her slender figure showing wonderful curves and elegant posture, her skin as white as ivory, clean and flawless, as if it was about to emit a faint light.

A long white dress slowly fell down her body, made of delicate and soft silk. The dress was gorgeous but not luxurious, exuding a noble and elegant atmosphere.

She appeared in the most familiar and perfect posture in Naisaniel's memory.

Naisaniel looked at her, even if it was just an illusion, it calmed all the restlessness in his heart.

"Hey, Naisaniel."

Seeing Naisaniel like this, the woman couldn't help laughing, "Even now, I can't believe that such an unruly guy like you can be tamed by me."

Those were a pair of beautiful and deep eyes, making people unable to look away. The soft light flickered in her pupils, revealing wisdom and calmness, as if all troubles could not disturb her inner peace.

"You don't need to tame me," Naisaniel walked towards her, "I took the initiative to submit to you."

The woman's temperament was noble and gentle, with compassion and courage intertwined in it, making people involuntarily approach her. This was how Naisaniel was attracted to her at the beginning.

She is Nethaniel's muse. Every movement she makes is a beating note, performing a movement of life, making Nethaniel completely immersed in it.

"I'm also sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you how important you are to me."

Even though Nathaniel is a Glorious One and the deputy director of the Bureau of Order, sometimes he still feels that the ideal of all mankind is still too heavy for him.

Nathaniel said softly, "But if this is your wish..."

If only for an illusory last wish.

The woman smiled and said nothing, and Nathaniel said nothing.

Time passed silently, and Albert watched all this, until Nathaniel broke the silence.

He looked at the woman reluctantly, then looked at Albert with cold eyes, and whispered, "Regulation 1."

"Regulation One." Albert nodded in response.

Nathaniel disappeared into the darkness and left the Upside Down Hall.

"Does this count as me convincing him?" Albert said to himself.

"No, he just lacks a pillar. Those things that supported him have been burned clean under the flame of truth. The reason why he is like that is that he is in urgent need of another pillar."

The woman said, "Such as my wish."

"Is he so easy to control?" Albert was puzzled.

"He just loves me so much that even a phantom will comfort him."

"Phantom?"

Albert raised his illusory palm. He and the woman were just virtual personalities constructed by others. The so-called self-awareness was also simulated based on data.

They were once real, but now they are phantoms.

Albert thought to himself in his heart, "At least our will is still true."

Something was coming, and the conversation between the two stopped involuntarily.

Invisible dark power pervades.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and decay, and accompanied by the deep and terrifying sound of rushing water, the bodies of weak animals and unknown creatures were pushed onto the shore.

The two heard the animals screaming and moaning wildly.

he came.

Wearing a bloated and bulky diving suit, we arrived on the black tide.

"Long time no see, Albert."

When the astronaut saw Albert, he signaled to him, looked at the woman, and praised, "Thank you for your sacrifice, madam, otherwise I would never have been able to think of a way to deceive my blood relative."

The woman saluted the astronaut, "Everything is for the 'new future'."

When Belphegor was restrained by the Bureau of Order, he also restrained the Bureau of Order. Belphegor had always been full of doubts about the decision-making room, until he corrupted women in his self-righteousness, but he never thought that the secret war was a A lie that deceives everyone.

"Did he believe it?" Albert asked.

"He believed it," the astronaut said.

Woman is Belphegor's chosen one, an extended wetware that operates independently of the others. She is completely isolated from the others at the soul level, and physically, she is completely wrapped and blocked by the others.

The woman's self-awareness has also completely disappeared. Now the dialogue with the astronaut is only a simulation of others. In other words, Belphegor's chosen one is now just a living corpse.

Belphegor gained no useful information other than the perception that his chosen one was at the heart of the decision-making room.

that's enough.

Although the astronaut formed an alliance with Belphegor, he knew that his blood relatives were suspicious and an airtight wall would only make him feel uneasy. The astronaut needed to let Belphegor know something, some words that would make him feel at ease.

"What about the rest?"

"Under Mammon's publicity, I think they all believed it," the astronaut said. "They all thought that I would continue with King Solomon's plan to open up a new world and win the crown of the devil's king."

He continued to laugh, "The plan went very smoothly, and Boluogo did a great job. He attracted everyone's attention."

"No one can imagine the connection between me and you, and everyone is equally convinced of the identity of Bologo's chosen one...even Bologo himself."

The astronaut took a deep breath. Even as a devil, he couldn't help but feel excited about what happened next.

"let's start."

The darkness swallowed everything, Albert and the woman disappeared, only the others were running silently in the darkness.

The astronaut left the upside-down hall. When he appeared again, he was in the void, on the desolate land, with moon dust flying. This time, he did not stare at the stars, but at the earth under his feet.

…

Aimu is sitting in a high-speed armed train. According to her position, she is just an accompanying researcher responsible for cargo safety. Aimu often does this kind of thing, but today, this job that should be taken for granted has made She maintained a high level of tension.

Not only Amu was nervous, but also Balder was traveling with her. After leaving the sublimation furnace core, Balder no longer wore the heavy protective clothing, replaced by an alchemical armor full of sharp edges, which made him From a researcher, he turned into an ancient knight.

The chilling atmosphere was concentrated at the other end of the carriage. Not only were they fully armed, but also Mamo, who came from the Hall of Scholars and was a Glory One.

As alchemists and researchers, they rarely leave the protection of the Kenshi. Mamo can no longer remember the last time he saw the sky.

Mamo had also thought about what time he would walk out of the reclamation room again, but no matter how he guessed, he could not imagine that he would walk out of his nest for such a reason.

"Don't be too nervous, everyone, we are just delivering goods."

Mamo spoke, trying to relax the others. Their nervousness almost burst the carriage.

"Just delivering goods?" Bader said helplessly, "Even you sent out... a glorious person to escort it personally?"

Badel had already guessed what he was escorting.

"Well, to be precise, we are just accompanying technicians, responsible for dealing with various technical emergencies," Mamo said, "The real escort is someone else."

Badel asked, "Who is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bader heard a noise, like a strong wind rushing and colliding in the closed tunnel.

Something was approaching, and he caught up with the subway at an unimaginable speed, and bursts of low metal humming sounded.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and the closed carriage door opened. Balder seemed to hear the low roar of a lion. In a strange illusion, he saw a lion walking into the carriage.

He blinked, and it was not a lion, but a tall figure wearing a lion-head mask.

The lion-head mask looked very old, the metal surface was mottled and rusty, the mane was stretched like a flowing cloud, the gaps were filled with brown rust, and the metallic luster was lost, but as the power surged, the power of the ether shone with flowing light, like lightning jumping on the surface of the mask.

"Deputy Director Na... Nathanil?" Balder couldn't believe it.

The last time he saw this mask was during the Secret War, when he was just a child, and now he saw it again.

When a field staff member puts on a mask, what this behavior indicates, Balder knows it very well.

Looking at the iron coffin-like goods placed in the carriage, Balder has since determined what is inside, and then he realized that the Order Bureau agreed to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword.

"I want to check the goods." Nathanil said.

Mamo nodded, then he raised his hand, and the power of ether expanded.

As if receiving an order, the iron coffin cracked into countless cracks on the smooth metal surface, which gradually moved and cracked, and golden light flowed out from the cracks.

Amy couldn't help holding his breath... Everyone held their breath, staring at the god-like corpse in the iron coffin like a pilgrim.

He curled up his limbs. Although he was a corpse, he showed the power and mysterious breath of natural beauty. The beautiful muscle structure created an amazing body. Although he was soaked in the solution for many years, his skin was still perfect. To use an academic term, it was carefully ground and the texture was very tight.

Whether it was a man or a woman, when facing him, they couldn't help but guess that he was the masterpiece of the Creator.

Each muscle tissue was exquisite to the extreme, comparable to the body in the marble sculpture, and the lines were elegantly intertwined, revealing a strong and flexible posture like a snake.

Although sealed in a container, and although he was a corpse that had been dead for many years, everyone who saw him in person could not help but have a strange illusion.

He did not seem to be dead, but just sleeping.

The complicated patterns of the alchemical matrix were all over his body, constructing a magnificent blueprint, reminiscent of the murals, stained glass, and scrolls of the old times. These lights seemed to emanate from every corner and crevice of his body, forming a gorgeous and mysterious halo.

Amy was aware of an inexplicable sense of irony. He was so perfect, like a dead god, but when he was alive, he was the tyrannical overlord.

"Xilin..."

Amy whispered the name of the corpse, the man who indirectly affected the beginning of Amy's fate.