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Chapter 185 And You, My Friend, You Are The Real Hero
Ahomatova Einhorn showed a pious and peaceful face, holding a copy of the Extraordinary Characteristics of a Sequence 3 War Bishop in both hands, and the few dozen remaining officers and soldiers kneeling in front of Su Lin piously.

Su Lin put away the portion of Extraordinary characteristics collected for him and pocketed it.

"Except for you, everyone else will go back in a few days, and everything will be as usual."

Ahomatova Einhorn nodded. Since he couldn't resist, he might as well become the agent of the gods. He can still think normally, but now he has become the angel of the great God of Light.
Consciousness must have been altered, but what does it matter?
The glory of Einhorn still shines in his heart, just like his belief in the great God of Light, the merciful Lord did not ask him to abandon everything.

This state is really comfortable, like having a team of psychiatrists serving 24 hours a day, without worrying about getting out of control. Maybe I should look for a Sequence 1 Extraordinary Feature in order to better spread the brilliance of our Lord in the world .

Su Lin didn't know what the angel was thinking now. He looked at the corpses behind the group of soldiers, and could slightly understand Klein's mood in the original book.

If Feysac's fleet was severely damaged for fun, then King George III of Loen might be the happiest person, the real mastermind behind the scenes, one of the culprits who promoted the war.

There are too many truths in this world, but only when you have truly experienced it, you will find that sometimes what you do is not right, and it will make your heart full of contradictions...

It will not be contradictory to solve George III in a few days.

After Su Lin left, Ahomatova Einhorn burned most of the airships with a wave of his hand.

"You have been attacked by an unknown mechanical puppet, which may be Loen's secret weapon. I will come to test the lie myself when the time comes." Ahomatova Einhorn arranged the follow-up work.

"From now on, you are my direct subordinates."

"You can feel it, this kind of power is completely different from ordinary extraordinary people."

"The seeds of the Holy Light have been sown, and we will become the original pure ones in this world!"

Because of this incident, a few years later, the legend and portrait of the Loen war weapon, the white unicorn demon, has been circulating in the military of the Feysac Empire until...
Several "travelers" from the ancient era saw this file, and inexplicably joined the secret organization "Holy Court of Light".

That's why Su Lin didn't care. His behavior was first to vent his displeasure with the bombing of civilian areas, and second, to try to reverse "pollution".

If he knew Ahomatova Einhorn's thoughts and actions, he would definitely applaud and say: You are really a genius.

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"I'm very sorry, Mr. Mora." Chef Lampello clenched his white kitchen hat tightly in his hand, his thoughts had already flown to the sky, and the coming of war filled him with fear.

"It's okay we don't want to see this happen.

In fact, I just happened to pass by here and let you know that the reservation for noon has been cancelled. "

Zhongli's tone was easygoing, and there was no lack of concern in his words: "Are the Serenzo staff all right?"

"Thanks to the protection of the Lord of the Storm, this restaurant has not suffered any damage, and everyone is fine." Chef Lampello drew a symbol on his chest, "Thank you for your concern, I will contact the manager to refund the fee to you .”

"No need." Zhong Li glanced at the waiters with sad faces: "I will come again after this turmoil is over."

A moment later, Zhong Li walked out of Serenzo's restaurant, passing through the uneven streets full of gravel obstacles, pedestrians rushing home and scattered Loen soldiers who came to support him from all directions.

He looked back at the Memorial Day Square in ruins, broken trees, dry fountains, and the land after the fire of war. Whether it is the past, present or future, even in a different world, the same history will repeat itself like a drama. The only difference is the actors on the stage and the background.

Crying and wailing blended into the cold wind, which could not blow away the gunpowder smoke that filled the city.

These people have not enjoyed too much beauty brought by prosperity, but at the moment of war, they are the first to swallow the most bitter fruit.

Complicated emotions welled up in Zhongli's gilt eyes, and scenes from many years ago reappeared before his eyes.

He wasn't sympathetic, he just realized once again that there are things that gods can't change.

Zhong Li stepped out of the block and came to the church, only to see that Su Lin was already sitting on a bench near the gate, with a basket of black bread in his hand.

"How do you feel? This world." Zhong Li asked while sitting aside.

"It must be very difficult for me to live in this era." Su Lin held a piece of black bread in his hand and tapped it lightly. The black bread made a sound like a brick.

A smile curled up on the corner of Zhongli's mouth, and he said in a soft voice, "So, do you feel the beauty of the era you lived in?"

"No." Su Lin said seriously:
"I don't think that working day after day is what I want. After all, the demand is always increasing, and human desires are always difficult to fill."

"What I want is exactly this kind of life, breaking the shackles of the world, even if there is an end of the world ahead."

"Of course, I have to admit, it's because I've had almost no adversity that I've had this fearlessness."

It's cool to open and hang for a while, and it's always cool to open and hang.

Zhongli smiled irrefutably, "You are now a god with humanity, a god with an ideology that truly exists."

"It is impossible for such a god to be omnipotent and all-good, and there must be prejudice in his actions."

"Gods themselves are a threat to the existence of human beings, and they are a direct factor that intensifies conflicts. Even if at a certain point in time we lead human beings forward and belong to the protection gods of human beings, one day in the future, due to some Irreconcilable ideas become irreconcilable."

"The gods of Tevat are like this, and so are the gods of this world."

"I thought you would discuss class and class struggle with me." Su Lin put a Russian book back into his arms.

"Gods and humans are also of different classes." Zhong Li slightly looked up at the holy emblem above the church, "Su Lin, if one day the humans in your world regard you as an enemy, what will you do?"

Su Lin looked at Zhongli strangely, and without thinking for too long, he said as a matter of course: "Slap them, it's itchy."

"Really." The smile on the corner of Zhongli's mouth did not diminish, "It seems that you have not become a god."

"You're here to find out about me." Su Lin shook his head helplessly, cooperating with the old man because he was worried that his strength would grow too fast and his mentality would change.

As Su Lin said, Zhong Li wanted to see how Su Lin now perceives things.

Too rigid is easy to break, too soft is useless, and extremes are not a good thing.

"Would you like to eat?" Su Lin handed Zhong Li the bread basket on the side, which was the black bread that the two children named Li Wei and Wei Na bought for lunch at home.

Zhongli nodded, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, he frowned slightly, it was sour, bitter, hard, and there were some other things in it besides grains.

Su Lin broke off a corner of the bread, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it twice, feeling that in addition to the strong buckwheat taste, the rest in his mouth was only sour and bitter.

It was obviously different from the black bread that the butler bought that night.

"Many people in the group have different goals. Some people want to protect the world, some people want to prove the way, and some people want to protect a person's peace. Of course." Su Lin paused, pointing said:

"There are also guys who want to show off every day."

"Before rebirth, I was thinking, if I have the opportunity to live a different life, I want to live a wonderful life."

While speaking, Su Lin took another bite of the bread in his hand and swallowed it with difficulty.

"The moment I woke up in the parallel world, I was thinking, if I have cheats, I must win everything."

"I have to think about whether this is the only chance I have in this life."

"Recast. Forget it, no more casting."

"In short, how to say that sentence, do whatever you want."

"Do whatever you want, but don't hurt." Klein's voice sounded slowly. He walked out of the historical gap and said with a gentle smile, "Thank you for your help, you are the heroes of Backlund."

"No, there is no second half." Su Lin corrected, "And you, my friend, are the real hero."

"." Klein's smile faltered, and he took a step back subconsciously.

This guy seems a little dangerous, will his eyes suddenly glow red?
Everyone is fine, why is your style of painting a bit wrong! ?
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On the edge of a hidden island, a pirate fleet is docked.

Lu Mingfei is not ignorant of the outside world these days. These pirates always have a way to get the latest newspapers. Well, it is reasonable to do anything about the extraordinary world.

He could also learn what happened beyond the sea from the chat group, and what Zhongli and Klein shared in the group made Lu Mingfei a little emotional.

As a person who has slaughtered dragon kings twice, he, Lu Mingfei, has seen the world. Although these dragon kings are his dear relatives and friends, he does not want to prove the way of ruthlessness.

It's not easy for Lao Zhou, saving the world in this chaotic world full of internal and external troubles, it is said that the world is more than ten years away from the end?Lu Mingfei is particularly able to understand this feeling. He was also suddenly afraid that one day the Black King would revive and destroy the world.

Oh, I'm the final boss, that's fine.

There are many people like Old John, but there are not many who struggled like Old John. Lu Mingfei felt a little blocked after learning about the great smog in Backlund these two days. He especially disliked that old George III. Bden.

But it's of no use to be filled with righteous indignation. His strength is not very good, and he can't help much. After all, he doesn't need to help.

If he had known that Lu Mingze had brought him here, he would actually prefer the little devil to merge with himself, rather than the middle-aged PLUS version who is trying to have fun with a dull fishy eye, drowning in memories every day. His.

Thinking about it carefully, I haven't seen this guy for several days, which is gratifying.

Thinking about it carefully, my own world is actually almost in a mess. Those technological products and buildings with different styles may become Cyberdragon 2077 in a few years.

Gee.
After someone from my side proves the supreme avenue, throw this guy back to his world line, cut and judge!
"Strength!" Lu Mingfei sighed, not dissatisfied, after all, his cultivation speed is not slow, the key is to find a way to break through the old dragon's online in the future.

Snapped

A hand clapped on Lu Mingfei's back.

"What are you doing here in a daze?"

It was the boatswain John Proto. This pirate with slightly older features had a bandage on his head. Lu Mingfei turned his head away a little guilty. This was the accidental injury that involved him last time.

"Nothing." Lu Mingfei replied, "Look at the scenery."

"By the way, bosun, what have we been doing here since we sailed off Theros Island?"

"This is the wise and beautiful captain, my light, the treasure of the sea, the wise decision of the sick girl, we just need to follow it." John Ploto said:
"Go to the captain's room, you enviable boy, you are the first man to enter our captain's boudoir."

I heard that the last one was named Gehrman Sparrow.
Lu Mingfei didn't understand why these pirates turned into licking dogs when they mentioned the captain, even though the captain was indeed too beautiful.

Men are fine, the most outrageous thing is that there are many female pirates on board, who are also obsessed with this captain.

If he was in high school, he could even take Tracy's photos and sell them on the Internet to earn some Internet fees.

Don't lick it, you can't lick it, as a person who has been here, he can't see these people stepping into the pit, he Lu Mingfei will never admit that his willingness to get on the boat is the mutual attraction between the same kind.

In this way, Lu Mingfei walked to the main ship in wild thoughts. Under the knife-like eyes of the maids in Tracy's escort, Lu Mingfei walked forward calmly.

Standing upright, he is not afraid of the slanting shadow, and his seven-foot man is not here to do anything wrong.

A blond maid gave Lu Mingfei a disgusted look, and led Lu Mingfei to walk inward.

When I came to a half-closed door, a warm scent filled the air. It wasn't too strong, but it was long enough to make people feel endless aftertaste. I couldn't help thinking about the joy between the beds.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Wait, this plot.
Old Zhou, brother, my concentration is enough!But you told her not to use this to test brother!
bang bang

The maid gently knocked on the door.

"Let him in by himself."

The melodious and pleasant voice sounded.

The maid's face suddenly became ugly. She looked at Lu Mingfei with jealousy and puzzlement. The last person who entered the captain's boudoir alone was a "slut" named Elaine.

Does the captain want to change his taste? Why this stinky man? !

Lu Mingfei took a breath and walked into the room.

'Three thousand years of prosperity, in an instant, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand. '

"A gentleman has nine thoughts, sees and understands, listens and thinks, looks and thinks warm, looks respectful, speaks and thinks loyalty, does things respectful, doubts and asks, anger thinks difficult, sees and thinks righteousness. '

'I am a gentleman!Mr. Lu! '

The door was gently closed, Lu Mingfei puffed out his chest and looked at the bedroom in front of him.

What catches the eye is a golden lamp stand with streaks of candlelight on it.

The beautiful Tracy was sitting behind the desk, her legs in beige trousers stretched out sideways, crossed, holding a book in her hand, reading in a rather leisurely posture.

A charming smile was drawn on the corner of her mouth, and she asked, "It seems that your potion has been digested?"

(End of this chapter)