Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

If you believe in ideals, believe in the existence of justice, and believe that the brave will overcome evil-these two theories, war will not exist, and people injured or dead due to diseases, famine, natural disasters, and violence will not appear.

Because the world is ugly and beautiful, the God who created the world continues to compile life hymns, but also gives people painful trials and choices, and adds a little stimulation to the world with the flesh and blood flying from the sky.

Of course, God likes how humans can't speculate. There is only one thing to consider, and what kind of choice is the most valuable and can achieve the goal.

Li Lin’s point of view is fully consistent with his identity as a camp leader, full of efficiency, correctness and cruelty.

"Don't you want to be a brave man? If you are a brave man, there is no doubt that there is only one thing to do."

That's right.

Punish the bad guys and do justice.

Save the world, save the happiness of most people.

On the balance of equivalent exchange of sacrifice and redemption, the smallest individual sacrifice is exchanged for the greatest collective happiness.

With a murderous life sweared by thousands of people and hated by thousands of people, in exchange for a thankful smile from a country or even countless people-for young people determined to help everyone in the world, there are more opportunities and temptations than this. Is it a reward?

The teenager shook his head firmly and whispered:

"I don't want to think of myself as an "incarnation of justice" and treat others' lives with arrogance."

Become the same as adoptive father, in order to be correct, in order to "renovate" to consume other people's lives carelessly-just imagining makes Roland scared.

"She can't do anything anymore. Then let her be handed over to the government. The law and those victims will rule her crimes and let her atone for her actions. What's wrong with it?!"

not good at all.

V.E Company. Church, Archbishop, His Majesty—Several forces inside and outside Charlemagne would never want to see this man go to court alive and divulge their little secrets.

More importantly, as the upcoming negotiations with Archbishop Li in the Li Lin plan, a dead "Jack" is an indispensable souvenir.

As for the family who lost the child. The general public who spends every day in fear and anxiety, a humiliating trial of the century will certainly meet their psychological needs, but considering the social status and influence, who cares about them? Anyway, they can give them a result of the killing of "Jack", and then hang the tarred body of the stripped clothes on the city wall to let them vent to make them satisfied.

In the name of interest and justice, Jack must die.

These can't talk to the good guys, virgins, and unfamiliar heroes Roland. Need some...more acceptable rhetoric.

"It's a shame, but she doesn't seem to appreciate it."

With a mocking smile, she glanced up at the women who stood up swaying.

"Kill... kill you, dissect you... Etienne, I want to save Etienne..."

The original dark blue coat was stained with all kinds of dirt and became dark, and the changing side face was completely twisted. The confusing and unconnected vocabulary cannot distinguish whether the personality is speaking.

"Being hit one after another, the mental boundaries collapsed completely, and the triple personality blended together."

In response to the witch's laughter, Glinda mechanically repeated those words by tilting her neck and standing up in a strange posture.

Obscene, serious, and cherished—the bizarre faces where triple emotions are constantly intertwined. As Salome said, the three personalities have been stirred together. Can't tell each other away.

"She can't stop long ago, let alone close it now. Even so, do you have to redeem this worthless guy?"

The witch stood up with a sneer, a vortex of condensed light shining from behind Manna.

Fifteen fist-shaped golden vortices gave birth to a surgical circuit. Along with clear design and depiction, the gleaming blood-red spear smelted out of the golden vortex like a rebirth of the fire. Standing Glinda.

"Forget it... if you don't do it, let me deal with this waste, and I have long wanted to find a hybrid to try this trick."

Long hands raised. The crimson gun trembled as if the hound was about to throw out its bite prey.

"Lankinus--"

"and many more!"

Roland opened his hands and stopped between the spear group and Gulinda.

"Go away, little bastard. Otherwise I'll use Lankinus to make you skewers, and then get some sauce and eat them raw."

"At least, let her see her child at least. Ait Ennu"

"Etienne?"

Salor seemed to think of something, and chuckled.

"You said-is this?"

The prolonged magic hair curled up a bundle of things from the side and placed them under Roland's feet, and then the moonlight scattered from between the clouds, the contents of the burden gap exposed.

"——!!!"

The buzzing of his head became white, his thoughts stagnated, and he felt stalled.

He had witnessed **** with his own eyes, as well as the most miserable landscape.

"Aitinnu! Aitinnu! Why are you here?!"

Excited and nervous calls came from behind, but no response was received.

He could only feel the pain of gripping his heart in fear and despair, and his eyes could not be moved away from his baggage. There was a call behind him that seemed to be a continually increasing boulder, which made him unable to breathe.

I don't know if it should be a miracle or a mockery of fate. At this moment, Gulinda's personality was unified again as a "mother" and called eagerly.

"Ai Tiennu! Ai Tiennu! Don't be afraid, mom is here."

"you……"

The throat was choked, and he couldn't spit out words at all.

Gulinda dragged her limbs joyfully and anxiously, moving step by step towards the burden, but now, she didn't even answer.

In the bag-a highly corrupted corpse of a child with exposed bones, a few strands of dry linen hair swaying in the wind.

"Mum will come over here to cure you tonight and tonight. You can go out to play again, you can swim, you can climb mountains, you can make friends!!"

Gulinda held out her hands. The stumbled footsteps nearly fell several times, and the loving kindness in his face was gentle enough to make people look back.

Roland stretched out his hand to help her, but several times the stretched out hand seemed to be pinned by the loving voice and shrank back again.

It's no use doing anything, Gulinda Nome is crazy. Before she split her personality, her heart collapsed.

Judging from the degree of corruption of the corpse, the time of death is at least one year, which is a period before the appearance of "Jack the Ripper". At the moment Aiko stopped breathing, Gulinda went mad and refused to believe the fact that Etienne was dead. Only Aiko's tortured figure remained in his eyes, and he refused to face up to everything around him. Divide the personality into three and commit countless crimes on the grounds of treating the son.

"stop……"

The teenager bit his lip and moaned his face.

"Ait Ennu, come here. Mom gives you a delicious snack..."

Gulinda ignored it and continued to drag on.

There was no Roland in her eyes, no Salome, only the phantom of a boy.

"Stop it! Stop it!!! Your son is already dead!!!!!"

The miserable, sorrowful roar tears the night sky.

With a mournful cry like blood, Roland felt that his heart had been stabbed in a large hole. Gulinda's mood was not incomprehensible and he wanted to protect his dearest love. Painful heart-Roland understands empathically.

Because it resonates and once intersects with Glinda's spirit, let him deny that motherly love, not to deny his long-standing ideas. But because of this resonance, Roland knew very well what Salome meant by "can't stop".

Glinda, who can't face the truth, can never stop killing children. As long as the illusion of Etienne in her eyes still exists for a day, she will continue to kill the devil.

"Ai Tiennu is dead, he has been dead long ago! You are just chasing the phantom!!! It is meaningless in vain!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah..."

Gulinda shuddered, her hands trying to block her ears. Crushed bones and paralyzed nerves were unable to support this action.

"You are just self-satisfaction!!!"

Speaking of Li Lin's accusations, Roland himself was stabbed.

Gulinda is self-satisfied, so how about herself?

Is it not a fool of self-satisfaction to redeem and help others as much as possible without hurting others? What's the difference with Glinda's behavior?

"You... shut up!!!"

Turn around. Roaring like a mother beast guarding the lair and the young, Gulinda opened her mouth-with the remaining weapon and the remaining strength, she rushed towards Roland and was shocked by the fearless momentum. Roland even forgot to ask Avoid, and you will be bitten by your throat.

Boom--

There was a muffled metal coming from the ground, attracted by the sound, Roland and Glinda looked at the sound source together, and both took a breath.

The crimson spear, Longinus, penetrated the skull of the corpse and penetrated the ground.

Because of the strong impact like a cannonball, after an understatement, the entire head burst and fragments spattered.

Looking up, Salome sneered disdainfully.

"Ait...Ennu?"

Unable to understand what was in front of him, Gulinda murmured in confusion, then shivered like a seizure.

"Ai Tien Nunu Nunu Nu Nu Nu Nu Nu!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The roar exploded in an instant, and the mother collapsed paralyzed, crying and hitting the ground with her head constantly. After a while, a mass of blood stained the ground.

"Ai Tien Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu! Ai Ti Nu !Etienne! Etienne!"

Gulinda rubbed her face against the ground, trying to put the scattered pieces back together and stitch them together. But this kind of thing could not be done even with her hands intact, not to mention at this moment.

With tears in his eyes, Roland looked away. He couldn't do anything about it, and he didn't want to look at it anymore.

At this moment.

"Ait...uh!"

With a snap, a sharp weapon penetrated Gulinda's throat. It was a scalpel inserted in the ground. Gulinda used the last bit of physical strength to let the knife get out of the back of the spine.

"Sleep...Sleep...My dear baby... Mother's hands..."

The silent lyrics spitting blood bubbles into the mouth~www.readwn.com~ The blood flowed down with Roland’s familiar lullaby, and the sound gradually fell into a whimper, and finally disappeared under the white dawn of the east.

"Etienne...must...must like your song very much, so...so..."

His shoulders could not stop trembling, tears were gushing out like a flood in the dyke, and a hoarse throat choked in his throat.

Maybe it was an excuse, maybe a small prayer, or it was just a simple blessing of the mother to their mother and son, Roland cried.

There is no night that won't end, no nightmare that won't wake up, and the moment of sunrise has finally arrived. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)

PS: You may have heard the song of the lullaby. At the time of writing, I was in a really bad mood. I hope you will forgive me. I will resume the quiz of prizes tomorrow.