Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

How to describe the scenery in front of you?

Spectacular?

beautiful?

terror?

Crazy?

As in the stillness of the extinction of all things, the changing rainbow light covered the entire holy city, and the gentle voice in the peace weaves the only voice in the deadly world.

Any adjective seems to be very suitable for the scene like the day when the gods created the world. If a devout believer would bow down because of the divine solemnity, he might be intoxicated in the melodious song.

It's just... no one can stop being touched by anyone who stops to watch the scenery.

No matter how beautiful the rainbow is, and how tender the singing is, the pure destruction is still injected into it-not even malicious, pure, the power to silence the world and disappear life.

No matter how sweet, death is death after all, there can be no room for feelings and happiness to intervene. Not to mention, there is a massive death in the unit of "ten thousand".

The whole holy city has no voice.

It’s not humans who sing songs.

Numerous human faces emerged from the dark eight-sided cube surface, and the faces of teenagers of different sizes and identical appearances sang death with serene expression. There are 18 such huge cubes surrounding the holy city.

"...What the **** is that?"

Facing vomiting, Fafna shuddered tremblingly.

Strong and bold like her, in the face of the end of the world like this, only fear and surprise.

"The third impact."

There was also a smug answer in cynicism that prompted everyone on the bridge of Endeavour to turn around and stare at the captain of the Guards directly under the dictator of Alfheim.

"That's the third shock, the miracle of God, the true gospel, that drove all life back to the beginning."

"You call this the gospel?"

Favna grinded her back molars and repeatedly told herself, "If you kill the **** here, everything will be over." This forced him not to rush over.

"There is no doubt that this is the true gospel."

Niederhogg grinned and spread out the doubles and said:

"All ambitions, hypocrisy, betrayal, and harm no longer exist. According to their beliefs and doctrines, give them a sweet death. For them, this is not the gospel?"

The answer that was taken for granted, and the answer that was closest to the standard answer, silenced the bridge.

indeed.

Leaving aside the high-level churches, the most grassroots and the largest number of believers cannot have any opinion on this. The believers who regard life as hard cultivation, waiting for the reincarnation of good and evil, and waiting for the redemption of death, are the happiest and most expectant than the "freedom" granted by God. They really will not have any dissatisfaction and opposition.

Since I do not have any complaints about this, outsiders naturally have no right to betray this.

However, it is impossible to feel comfortable with it.

"...Should I be worthy of being a divine agent?"

When she came back, Favna had already impulsively dumped Niederhogg full of sharp and angry words.

"Arbitrarily intervene in the world, arbitrarily decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of people. As long as you are a divine agent, you can do anything. It is really great and amazing."

"Yeah, it's great."

Faced with Faluna's questioning, Niederhogg answered without hesitation.

"Being empowered by God and being called great by the surroundings cannot be called great, what should it be called?"

The pupil with amber eyes stared straight at Fafna, and the pupil that shrunk into a thin slit seemed to eat a princess in a group of gold.

"Requirements around...?"

"It is true that the adult was given authority by the mother goddess, but his power was also created by everyone, and he was asked to accept those powers in response to many expectations. Those who received that kind of authority were not allowed to die even with Roland. same."

Neither dragon's eyes looked away from each other's faces.

No, it is never allowed to divert attention.

Even with the general feeling of being seen through inwardly, Favorna could not bear to retreat in this matter.

Niederhog smirked.

"However, you actually dispute this?"

"To shut up!"

The girl raised her fist, and the fist with no target to tremble in the air trembling, the fist glowing white due to excessive force.

"In short, it is impossible to enter the Holy City. You are here to wait for things to end."

After finishing talking, Niederhogger drank tea on his own, letting others glare, he stood still.

Despite all this reluctance, everyone can only accept Niederhogg’s statement that the holy city is now a dead place, and they can’t step on it.

Among the silent crowd, a young girl stood up silently, slowly walked to the porthole, and the slender jade touched the strange and splendid scenery.

"Roland..."

Thoughts, restlessness, and anxious murmurs flowed out of Minerva's mouth, and the girl's back was folded and folded on her chest.

Until now, she still didn't know exactly what she was hoping for and what she was afraid of.

But one thing is certain.

She was so strong that she couldn't miss Roland herself, and prayed heartily for the boy's safe return.

She closed her eyes and prayed silently.

No one on the Endeavour noticed that a box placed in the cabin was emitting incredible rainbow phosphorescence.

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Ding--

The ethereal piano sound immersed in consciousness, and the consciousness that once fell into a pause resumed and began to recognize the surrounding environment.

"Isn't this quite energetic? I feel relieved to see you so healthy."

(you……)

At the moment of speaking, Roland understood that this is not a real space, but a space of consciousness that has been experienced several times. In a world where everything is ambiguous and constructed of pure spirit, there is a Bechstein piano on the opposite side. The piano is well-dressed in front of him and is facing him with a smile, it is the dream that will never forget Face.

Fear, hate, disgust, taboo... Various negative emotional nightmares continue to torment him. At this moment, when the devil in this nightmare appeared in front of him, only Roland's chest was full of anger.

(You plan to destroy Ymir in the beginning!)

"Yes."

Beethoven's "Moonlight" flows gracefully, referring to flexible movements like art, confusing melancholy and lamenting melodies, and the understatement of the answer is particularly harsh.

"According to a predetermined timetable, waste that has not come in handy and will cause major hazards has been disposed of."

Reservation

Waste

deal with;

A few words of understatement determine the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, as if it was not life, but expired document printing paper, and then thrown into shredded paper.

"If you let them continue to live, more than a hundred thousand people will die. What is the influence of the church, I don't need you to say that you know, when they are struggling to die, calling on believers to sacrifice my life to destroy me, there must be Tens of millions of people rushed towards me with a smile. Do you think this is more humane and more humane?"

Obviously not.

Mykana's dull face and the appearance of many residents immersed in the expander of consciousness flashed before her eyes, and the bitter taste spread in consciousness.

The church has never been a warmthist. From the fact that they did not hesitate to consume hundreds of believers to fight Li Lin, the probability of instigating all believers to launch a hopeless death attack on Li Lin is quite high. In terms of the scope of damage and the degree of injury, Li Lin's approach is not problematic.

It's just that the phrase "use small massacres to prevent massacres" is also unacceptable.

That's right.

This is not a reason, not an enlightenment, but a simple sophistry.

"This is just to eliminate the dissidents, and it is not a ‘necessary evil necessary to prevent atrocities’.”

The tone of the refutation is not high, but it can be called calm, but the anger and heavyness contained therein are enough to overwhelm the piano performance.

"Under the banner of'protecting the safety of most people', as long as it does not conform to the'new order' and does not conform to your plan, it will be eliminated under the names of'God's punishment' and'Majority justice'. That's right The so-called punishment of God is actually just a cleansing to clean up the dissidents."

"Not bad."

The sound of the piano was not hindered, and Li Lin's tone did not change.

"But what about that?"

"..."

"Don’t be mistaken, think we are equal to each other. I am an agent acting for the will of the mother god. Although I have been trying to avoid situations such as mass extinction and the collapse of civilization, it does not mean me. It will not activate the'restart' switch. Once a stupid like the church that tries to raise the flag against God appears, and the damage expands, I can only make the text clear and let everything start from scratch."

In order to prevent the flowerbeds from being completely destroyed, remove the flowers with pests and diseases.

In order to ensure the operation of the world, we should eliminate those problematic people who are in conflict with order.

The two are the same.

There is only a unilateral relationship between management objects and managers, and there is no such thing as "equality".

"You can maintain the human form now and be able to have a dialogue with me, also because of the result of my precise manipulation of the form interference ability. As long as there is a slight error, you will lose form like everyone else."

"Mikana...Mikana what happened to them?!"

"If you're talking about residents who are acting as backup consumables for strategic-level attacks, then you don't have to worry about them. They have become an inseparable body like everyone else."

"what did you say……"

"Except for you, all the life-constituting material information within a radius of 30 kilometers has been changed and can no longer maintain form."

"It's impossible...just kidding..."

"Well, with my power, it is not difficult to reassemble into flesh based on intelligence, but it is only limited to this. I can't do anything about the personality and conscious intelligence of that person."

This can also be said to be the limit of almost omnipotent force of "phase interference".

Personality is a flow variable formed on the individual's inherent time axis, so it cannot be objectively numericalized, and even Li Lin cannot numericalize the overall personality of this flow pattern. If he can do this, he does not need to spend time and effort to carry out the complex comparison plan that takes hundreds of years to obtain the correct answer.

Of course, a similar personality can be formed by analysis, but at most it is only a simulated personality constructed from the observation data of the supervisor, and it is not identical to the individual. Even if the data is comprehensive and detailed, it is not the same person.

The reason why man is man is his uniqueness.

Cogito ergo sum.

"She is dead."

There was no mockery or sigh, the plain voice declared the end of a life.

Is this a war?

One sentence denies that a sense of consternation between life and its meaning exists in the brain.

There was neither a dying struggle nor bleeding, nor even a whimper, let alone a decent funeral. Even the corpse did not stay, and in a flash a living person became a liquid of indistinguishable form.

Life and death lose their original form, meaning, meaning of survival, definition of death, definition of happiness, definition of dignity, all of which have become ambiguous and even meaningless~www.readwn.com~ This is really terrible Human things.

Is this the war between world rulers and opponents?

Life and death are meaningless here? Are the hopes of the living, the rest of the dead, even the insignificant hopes unappreciable?

So...why did they live and die?

"……give me……"

The consciousness trembled violently, and the low murmur that was about to erupt continued to spread in the space.

"Return Mikana to me me me me!!!!!!!!!"

Screaming, roaring, roaring, and... regretful storms struck the entire consciousness space, and the red eyes who had been concentrating on the keys and the sheet music lifted up for the first time, looking directly at the teenager. () "The Final Weapon of Magic and Science" only represents the author's point of view of the Millennium Empire Navy Colonel. If you find that its content violates the laws of the country, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!