Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Time passed quickly.

From morning to afternoon, one second, one minute, one hour.

The locusts covered the sky and covered the sun, heading east from Biagan.

With the help of the wind, they move at an amazing speed, much faster than ordinary locust swarms, because ordinary locusts migrate to forage, but they never stop and only follow the orders of war.

The signal masked area on the satellite cloud map clearly marked the travel speed of the locust swarm, and the real-time live images were also received by the national departments of various countries. The terrifying assembly was like a doomsday scene. According to the shooting calculation, the area of ​​this locust swarm has reached hundreds of square kilometers... No one doubts that they can swallow a small country of more than 2,000 square kilometers.

In the face of such a disaster, the power of human beings is so insignificant.

At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the people in Moyani heard a bad wind even if they realized it later.

Because Comora was a French colony...or, until recently, it was, albeit in a more secretive way of ruling and influencing.

Since it has influence, since there is colonization, since the big Bob as a white glove has always controlled the lifelines of several major countries in Komora, since France does not exert influence on this small country all the time, it can even keep a military base in this country. With the garrison…

- Therefore, there have always been clan traitors who yearn for a free and prosperous "democratic" life, betray their ancestors and the country, and are willing to be dogs for the unscrupulous West.

Under the command, these long-buried chess pieces were activated again.

Rumors, riots.

The large-scale influx of people in the past two days is difficult to distinguish loyalists.

When the order is safe and the people are united, these lackeys who are moved by Fabaixi's promise and temptation can play a very limited role. I also smell something wrong, so fear grows, sin grows, and evil has a chance to take advantage.

- A terrible disaster is about to come.

—We were all treated as sacrifices.

-Kant is not a guardian, he is a demon, who made a deal with the king, and his messenger has arrived, and is about to collect his tribute, giving the king eternal youth and strength.

- Otherwise, why did the king let us come here and forbid us to leave?

Such news spread quietly.

Evil is growing.

It is said that when humans gather, their thinking ability and IQ plummet.

They will even believe some rumors and incitements that even they feel very stupid afterwards.

Especially in times of panic, this situation will become more serious.

Today's Moani is not only the local citizens who have experienced the disaster of war, but also the surrounding people who have been urgently summoned and escorted here. The former witnessed what Kant did and received his favor, while the latter, the great Part of it is hearing rather than seeing, and hearing is false, and there is doubt.

While believing and questioning, there will be quarrels and even conflicts.

Even if there are many people who doubt it, their belief will be shaken.

Because Kant, Guardian Kant, Chief Kant... never showed up.

"Citizens of Komora, I am here! I! Chakat II! Your king! I am here! I did not run away, I did not abandon you, as always!"

The figure of the king appeared on the street, standing on the roof of the slowly moving car, holding a horn, and shouting to the people.

In this case, with the growing fear and unease, if he disappears, the situation will be completely out of control... without even waiting for the swarm to arrive, the people of the city will fight each other until Moyani is destroyed - so He has to stay, he wants to be with the nation.

Even if it is true as the ambassador said...it would be pointless to do so.

"Your Majesty! What the **** happened! Someone said the swarms of locusts are coming this way!"

"Where is the guardian of the Eagle God! Where is the chief?"

"Why don't you let us go! I'm going east to find my uncle!"

One question after another was thrown from the crowd. The king pursed his lips, suffering and tormented in his heart. This is the curse of being a king. Sometimes, you have to bear doubts and even anger.

Because the people are short-sighted and can only see in front of their eyes, it's not their fault, because ordinary people just want to live a good life, they want to have no worries about food and clothing, they don't have to panic about danger, they hope that powerful guardians can reappear and save them Avoid disaster...and come back right away, appear right away.

But the king knew, no, Kant couldn't come back now.

Like others, he thought that Kant was rushing to France, trying to establish a successful deterrence and coercion. In this patient competition, he captured the life of French Baixi, and then exerted pressure through the French to force Bob to give up. The attack on Moyani...it's a gamble.

And coming back too early means that all previous efforts have been lost and that the gamble has failed.

Means the French and Big Bob have the last laugh.

So, grit your teeth and hold on, and hold on until the situation is irreversible.

It's just this truth, he understands it, he recognizes it, but he can't tell the people.

Because the people don't know what national strength is weak, they don't know what persistence means victory, they are weak and helpless, they just want to avoid suffering, just want to save their own lives and their families' lives, so they don't care about competing with the patience of the French, they only hope that Kant can Give up everything at hand and come back immediately.

The king can understand this feeling.

He understands too well and understands the distress and anxiety of the people, which is why he feels pain.

Because compared to the "short-sightedness" of the people, his "vision" and "big picture" are based on the premise of putting the people in danger, and he even regards the fresh lives as expendable chips and numbers. The ruler should indeed act in this way. Only rationality and calmness can ensure the greater and longer-term national interests and benefit more people... He knows he must do it.

But that didn't stop him from feeling pain.

This is the responsibility and... suffering of being a ruler.

As the king of a weak country, all he can do is stand up.

In the face of everything, grit your teeth and stick to it, take it all.

He even used the official accent he hated most in the past to deal with it, and said words that sounded very fake.

"I assure you, the disaster will pass, trust me and Kant..."

"He's working hard to win and will be back when we need help!"

"Trust me! Comorans! My nation!"

He roared hoarsely as the car drove past ruins and scorched urban areas, eyes full of unease, fear and sadness as he saw it.

even suspicious.

even hostile.

Numb, poor, weak, ignorant, lazy, ignorant, living a miserable life, yearning for the prosperity of the developed world, being bought by petty profits, incited by vicious words, guided by evil intentions, Fearing and flattering white people at heart... that's a common picture of people in this country, this region, and even this continent.

But even so, it was the nation he swore to protect.

"Believe me!"

For hours on end, with vehicles roaming the city, drinking many bottles of water, and sore throats, even the most eloquent orators are at a loss for words after a long speech.

Besides, the king had nothing to say at all.

In the end, he could only shout hoarsely through the loudspeaker, and the voice was heard for a long time.

"Believe me!"

That's all he could say.

"I am your king! I am here! Watch me! I will not run away! I will be with you!"

"So trust me!"

At about 4 p.m., the swarm was approaching the border between Biagan and Komora.

Around this time period, the "military observation groups" from various countries who came here on supersonic planes continued to arrive, and the supernatural beings with supernatural abilities from various countries landed around Moyani by airborne. Before that, they The terrifying swarms of insects surging in the west were seen in the sky.

Several task force members from the Chinese side arrived directly at the embassy.

People from other countries are quietly entering the city.

Some are waiting with great interest, some are hurrying to report the situation to the country, and some are looking at the direction of the Chinese embassy with meaningful eyes.

Most of the people's attention was focused on the black man who was screaming and screaming.

I heard that that man is the king of Comora.

"Are you going to protect him?"

The embassy's terrain is high, and on the roof of the building, you can see vehicles moving in the distance.

"He's going to die," said the short-haired woman who had rarely spoken on the plane before.

The instructor thought for a few minutes, and finally shook his head slowly: "We have a mission, and we cannot divide our troops. There are many people from other countries... The strict order above is to protect Kang Jinzhu at all costs."

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing.

"It's a pity." Brother Cuntou on the other side said, "It's rare to see a black man with seeds."

The king was still doing his best to soothe the situation.

But as the locust swarms approached, as time went on, people's unease and fear became stronger and stronger, and even officials and temporary militia units were shaken.

The country is weak and poor, and unwavering loyalty is a luxury.

Slowly, even people standing high can see the smoke and dust rising in the distance.

Fear kept spreading.

"fraud!"

Passing through a block, excited shouts came from the crowd.

"You said the Guardian would help us, but where is he now? Where is the Eagle God?"

"We got a signal from the radio! The French say ecological disaster is coming! Let's escape!"

"We're getting out of here! Now!"

The king's voice has become hoarse: "Trust me..."

The voice said angrily: "You keep saying let us believe you, why should we believe you!"

The king looked for the person who was speaking, and when he saw it, his expression became disappointed.

He looked at the man who was speaking, and was silent for a moment, then the man shrank, and then raised his chest.

Chakat II's voice became low, and he said: "Just because you are called Braham, the son of old Omar, I know you, remember you because you applied for aid for your sick daughter the year before last, I have personally learned about your family situation. You are from Tabla Village. The collapsed bridge from your village to Cedars Town is a special approved fund of the royal family. From appropriation to receipt, it is all signed by me. ."

His voice was distorted by the pain of his vocal cords: "Why don't you trust your king once?"

The man's expression turned red from embarrassment, he looked at his left and right eyes in panic, and took a step back subconsciously: "I... Your Majesty... I just..."

The king whispered to him, "I'm sorry."

Then he didn't look at that person again, raised his head and looked at the people around him, like a walking corpse, his voice was painful and soft, and there was no fluctuation in his tone.

"Believe me…"

This scene was also seen by those who were secretly watching.

"Look at this sad land, look at these despicable people, how ironic, they are questioning the only person in the whole country who has no selfishness..."

A sarcastic voice sounded from a building.

The ferocious Frenchman grinned grimly. He was carrying a huge battle axe and was examining a large, exaggerated giant shotgun at the moment.

With the help of a companion, they entered the city silently and began to prepare.

A medium-sized man with brown curly hair with a high nose bridge gently pulled the bowstring of an alloy bow. After adjustment, he was putting an arrow into a custom-made quiver. The arrows designed by experts in the field have different functions. Some are loaded with poison dart frog toxin, and some have traces of CL20 explosives hidden in the arrows... He put them into the quiver in order.

He said: "It seems that you have a high opinion of this king. This is not like you, Orus."

The other party spit on the ground, and even knocked out a small hole in the aging floor.

Oubs said savagely: "The evaluation is very high? No, on the contrary, what I hate most is this so-called king, other black people are despicable for granted, only this different guy is the most annoying, think about it. , a monkey wearing a suit and talking about the good qualities of human beings, such a poor imitation, is the biggest offense to me... No wonder Mr. President wants him to die."

The red-haired woman is wearing a tight combat uniform and is tying two armed belts to her body. The tactical belt is full of small sharp, highly poisonous blades, and the other is an aerodynamically shaped miniature bomb. She placed six more characteristic grenades on her waist.

"So, gentlemen, is our mission target Kang Jinzhu, or this king?"

Obus was the captain, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

"China has also sent people. We just had a face-to-face meeting, and now they are on standby at the embassy. Although we have six people and we are sure to win the fight, it is not appropriate for this level of conflict to break out."

Although he is violent and bloodthirsty, he is not without brains. It is one thing to break into the Chinese embassy. Just do it. Afterwards, it is just a muddled account, and the above will not be held accountable. It can conflict with the other party's superpower. , even with casualties, that's another story.

"So, according to the original plan given by the Ministry of National Defense, when the group of bugs arrives, they will cooperate with me, besiege the Chinese embassy, ​​open up the defense of the Chinese, and then we will rob people."

He stood up, lifted the loaded shotgun, and squinted in the direction of the king.

"Before that, we can have some fun and mess up the city."

Cruel eyes looked at the companions behind him. People were divided into groups, and things were similar, especially the combat team with military background. It would not happen that the team members had different views and conflicts from time to time.

Now that they have formed a team and been dispatched to fight, their mode of thinking about problems is probably similar.

"Gentlemen, don't you want to see a good show?"

With a bloodthirsty smile, he said, "For example, let this genetically mutated monkey like a wise man die at the hands of the **** he swore to defend? This is my favorite fantasy script."

The situation in the city is getting worse.

"Your Majesty, I think it's time for you to leave. Wherever you go, it's better than staying on the street."

After about 4:20 local time, the situation on the streets became more and more chaotic. There were too many foreigners gathered here, and the few mercenaries and militia guards were gradually unable to maintain order, because they are also human, they also have fear, and will also Shake...and it's a harbinger of collapse.

Dimitri personally drove the king to **** the king. At this moment, the battle-hardened former signal flag officer also felt that it was not good. He knocked on the roof of the car, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Nothing to ask, I just want to say, Your Majesty, where is Kant? If you or anyone can contact him, now is the time... otherwise it will be too late."

Immediately afterwards, the king stepped down from the observation deck on the roof of the car, his voice almost inaudible: "Thank you, Russian friend, you and your people leave at the next intersection, from now on, let me drive, I I can…I can hold on for a while.”

Maozi hesitated: "You don't have to do this..."

The king shook his head and said: "My citizens have all made a mistake, Kant has no obligation to fight for Komora, if there is no Komora who perseveres and sacrifices to cooperate with his efforts, then we What kind of face is there to beg his help? Well, just think I'm being stupid..."

Dimitri was about to say something when suddenly, a loud shout came from a distance.

"They're here—"

The swarm is here!

Both of them were shocked, and even everyone who heard it looked at the west direction blankly, and the sky in the distance gradually dimmed, because there were silver-gray clouds advancing here, and those with telescopes could see the clearest, the sky and the All areas on the ground were scattered with silver-gray blizzards, like a forbidden area.

All persuasion, reasoning, concealment, and encouragement were rendered useless.

The firm belief and solid trust collapsed in an instant.

Nothing destroys everything more than seeing it with your own eyes.

That picture instantly turned into fear and exploded.

In order to vent fear and gain courage, anger is often the best form.

It's just that this anger is not directed towards the enemy.

The anger that arises out of fear and despair is often aimed at the person who is least likely to be the enemy. Because of this, and because there is no threat, it is possible to vent anger with confidence.

"fraud-"

"He killed us—"

"It's his conspiracy with Kant—"

Lies that used to be pierced and broken are now cast iron truths without doubt.

The roar was incessant.

Anger surged here like a tidal wave.

The king's hand in his arms trembled slightly, and an extremely complicated expression appeared on his face.

After successive crises, unprecedented exhaustion, helplessness in the face of powerful enemies, despair that disasters are coming, and internal backlash, I have been trying to protect the people, but I have been criticized and abused myself.

At this moment, the black mud climbed up the bright mind that was always noble, causing him to err on the side of exhaustion, despair and anger, and hesitant.

He suddenly felt very tired, and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with the locusts coming, the country was devastated, there was no hope, and today, as the end of Komora, there was nothing wrong... He was already tired.

At the moment when he was about to press the signal generator, he hesitated.

It was also at this moment that suddenly the vehicle overturned, the sky and the earth rolled over, and then the vehicle was split by a sharp blade. Dimitri immediately drew his gun, but the next moment, the battle axe was already on his neck.

A bloodstain was drawn across his neck.

"The Russians... hum," Orus said, "don't kill the white people, these are the Russians... The Kremlin also sent people to Komora, and maybe they are watching us at the moment, so don't kill them, there is no need to put the Russians People are forced to the Chinese side..."

He retracted his axe, kicked Dimitri's gun, knocked him unconscious, grabbed the king by the neck, and jumped onto a nearby three-story building.

The guards in the convoy behind were killed or stunned by his comrades.

"Hello, great king, how does it feel to be regarded as an enemy by the people?"

There was cruel sneering in his smile.

The king was exhausted and weak, and did not speak.

"Choose the method of death. Do you want to be torn to pieces by your own citizens now, or to die after watching them be torn to pieces by bugs? Come, look, look at their hateful eyes."

Orus' smile became more and more excited. He was now wearing an alloy battle armor with heavy inner lining and holding a battle axe. He looked like a brave knight and was majestic.

He held the battle axe high and said loudly: "People of Comora! I am a special operations team from Fabaisi! We are ordered to come to Comora to stop the disaster and save you! And punish those who collude with the Chinese demons, Chakat. Second World, this sinner who betrayed the country and the people!"

The sound spread far, far, and even made the surrounding chaos and collapse of the people quiet for a while... Because in fear, what they want most is a life-saving straw.

Orus fell into a frenzy of performance, and he looked at the pair of eyes full of longing and admiration, holding up the almost half-conscious king he lifted up, and said loudly: "Now tell me, Comorans, we What to do with this sinner who betrayed the people and put you in danger!"

One of his teammates understood and immediately shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!"

This voice was the first horn, and then the **** in the crowd was also agitated: "Kill him!"

Slowly, the no-brainer also shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!"

The tyrannical mood spread with incredible speed: "Kill him! Kill him!"

The sound is getting louder.

The weak king raised his head slightly, looked at the dark crowd below, then glanced at the silver-gray wave sweeping in from a distance, and slowly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"

Orus whispered happily: "Do you think they are like dogs?"

The waves below are getting bigger and bigger.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The king did not move, as if dead.

But the next moment, a harsh voice crossed the sky: "Let him go!"

The sound was so sharp that it even overwhelmed everyone's wave. With Zira's electronic voice, people's frenzy turned into surprise and stunned. Everyone turned to look and saw the vehicle that was overturned by Orus. A man holding a loudspeaker left by the king shouted, "Let go of the king!"

His name is Braham, the son of the old Omar, an ordinary villager in Tabla Village, a subordinate town of Cedars, and the king knows his family well.

At this moment, he was watched by the boundless darkness, his body was trembling, his lips were trembling, he didn't know why he was standing here, and he didn't know how he had the courage to do such a thing.

But the mouth shouted like he couldn't control it: "Let go of the king!"

Orus' eyes became gloomy: "Who are you? His lackey? Why stand up!"

Braham took a deep breath, his face flushed, his legs were shaking, he stuttered, but at last he shouted, "Because he knows who I am and you do not know!"

The king's body shook suddenly.

He raised his head, his eyes flashed complicated and difficult to understand, he looked at the man below, not far or near, he could not see his expression, but he could see the standing figure.

As if it were an abstract concept, a... hope.

The next moment, blood splashed, and the heavy battle axe roared down, directly splitting Braham in half, the axe blade sank into the car body, making a loud noise, at the same time, the king hissed: "No!"

He struggled hard, but met Oubs' bloodthirsty gaze, the French said gloomily: "It's boring, I suddenly don't want to play this game, you..."

Suddenly, his expression condensed: "What are you pressing?"

The other hand scratched the king's clothes, and a device the size of a slap fell out and rolled on the ground a few times. There was only a red button on it, and it flashed a few times at this moment.

An overwhelming sense of unease came over him.

He snapped: "Alert! Kant..."

Saying this, he used his left hand to strangle the king.

But the next moment, a black light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and a hand suddenly stretched out from the slanting thorn, burning with a blazing flame, and grabbed his left arm!

Orus turned his head suddenly, and at a very close distance, he met a pair of burning eyes.

Like a phoenix flame soaring, there is a wheel of time turning its hands.

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PS1: Seven thousand words! Every time I say out of chapter! But it just happened to be written here! Even seven thousand words can only get here! I am also very disappointed!