Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Tell me, are you afraid?

Kant looked down at Gerald's shocked and timid eyes, and his voice was like an angry god.

At this moment, the power is shifted, the laws are changed, and the nobles who think they are superior, above all living beings, and manipulating the rules have fallen into the mud of the mortal world, carrying deep sins.

…to be judged by fire thieves.

Long Wei, who suppressed the soul, let go a little, Kant clamped Gerald's head, and Sarana's dying appearance was still in front of her eyes. A simple death sentence was no longer enough to comfort the deceased who died in pain.

It is not enough to justify the law of nature that good and evil are rewarded.

He said coldly, "Let me hear your fearful voice."

Gerald finally regained his strength to speak, and he shivered: "Who are you! If I do something wrong, I am willing to apologize to you! I am a member of the round table, I am the emissary of the knights, I... "

"It's not this." Kant said fiercely, "We'll talk about it later."

He exerted force on his left hand, Gerard was in pain, and involuntarily opened his mouth, his pupils shrank violently, as if he had realized what was about to happen, and murmured vaguely: "NOOOOOOO!"

Kant took the spine sword and stabbed it slowly and powerfully.

From entering the theater, to tearing up the devil, to swallowing the sword, it was just a matter of moments.

It's so fast that the mind can't even understand what's going on.

It wasn't until they witnessed the yellow man carrying the terrifying spine sword and pinning it into the mourning Gerald's mouth little by little, that the elites who participated in this feast did not realize... this is not a show.

Instead... terror came.

Humorous, elegant, and well-mannered, Gerald, the envoy and guide of the round table, the learned priest, is kneeling on the **** stage now, and a few minutes ago he was still showing everyone the art of pain and despair, using The ingenious execution of three African slaves, the most beautiful and graceful death of three African slaves, and an excellent feast for the audience, and now, he is the material.

People watched in astonishment as this happened.

Seeing Gerald kneeling on the ground, head up, allowing the long spine to slowly enter the esophagus, they watched the blood gushing out of Gerald's mouth like a spring, and they saw Gerald's Blood was oozing out of his hands and feet, but he knelt on the ground motionless, his hands and feet supported on the ground, and he looked up at the sky.

Like a sinner who repents and accepts punishment.

It is conceivable that the severe pain and terrifying despair must have made him want to struggle desperately, but the incomprehensible terrifying force suppressed the instinct of the creature, causing his body to twist and twist under the confrontation of these two contradictory and fierce forces. Broken, broken, he could only watch it all happen.

Until the spine is almost fully in, leaving a finger's length outside the mouth.

"Now, I really want to pull it out."

Kant held the shank of the spine: "Is that what you want?"

Gerald's eyes were filled with desperate pain and endless pleading.

"Very good eyes, have the people who have been hurt by you ever looked at you with such eyes? Have you ever given them mercy?" Kant said calmly, "What are you hoping for now?"

Gerald's eyes grew more and more frightened, and he couldn't make any sound, only whimpering.

"But I am different from you after all. You have no mercy, I have."

"I answer your plea not to pull it out."

"You won't die, because this thing is not my punishment for you, but your..."

Kant said softly: "Wick."

The paradox elements poured in like a torrent, extending down the spine, deep into Gerald's body, this is the power that Gerald can't understand, he can feel those things take root, spread and transform in the body, He could sense that his body had changed, but he was still unable to move, and the severe pain that was tormenting him all the time not only did not dissipate, but also became more intense.

He whimpered in pain, but couldn't do anything.

Until the body was covered with the corrupt lines of paradox elements, ugly corrupt substances and distorted keratin continued to grow from all over the body, and he turned into a kneeling monster, but still had the original outline of a human being, this degenerate form. The posture that made him kneel and face the sky showed a kind of dark beauty.

Kant let go of the paradox element's handle and snapped his fingers lightly.

A flame ignited from the top of the spine, from Gerald's mouth.

"This is the wick, and its fuel is the paradoxical element that is injected into you."

"Humans can withstand a small amount of this substance to maintain personal safety, but if it exceeds this concentration standard, it will cause people to corrupt and mutate and become monsters."

"Like sin."

"It's your sin, Gerald, you're no longer human, you're a demon in human skin, because sin builds up in you, it's too much, you give up your humanity, that's who you really are, Now retribution is coming, and you must pay for your sins and pay the heaviest price for it."

"From today onwards, you will become a lamp that burns sin. This flame will consume the paradox element and reduce the content in your body. When the concentration of the paradox element is reduced to a standard that normal humans can accommodate, it means that you cannot The great sin of tolerance has burned away, and you will return to human form, and then..."

Although the flame of sin was small, it overwhelmed the brilliant lights of the underground theater, reflecting the shadows of ghosts and ghosts, and projected Kant's figure on the gorgeous wall. The figure was huge and terrifying.

Like the messenger of punishment blowing the trumpet of the end.

His voice was as low as thunder, roaring and shocking, as if it had resounded from nine days.

"—I will allow you to die as a human."

Endless pain, despair and panic swept through the whole body, Gerald's body was fixed and imprisoned, only endless pain tortured the clear perception, he knelt on the ground, looked up at Kant's cold face, felt a huge absurd and incredible .

He didn't even know why.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Kant turned around, and in front of the candle of atonement, on this stage, altar and judgment seat, looked at the men and women who were full of joy.

His eyes were burning with fire, the paradox elements turned into cloaks and hoods, and covered the faces of the great ones. The dragon is flapping and roaring, and the mist of lies has dissipated. With insight into the source, all eyes are sinful.

"Now, it's your turn."

Terrified screams resounded.

These noble people finally realized their current situation.

It's not that their reflex arc is too slow, it's just that they have been having too much fun, and the long-term pampering and high-level status have made them lose the ability to deal with emergencies.

Just like those nobles who were used to seeing slave gladiators fight their lives and hunt wild beasts in the arena, when they saw the **** gladiator appearing in front of them with a sword, they also showed a bloodthirsty and cruel look. It is difficult to understand how a lowly slave dares to rebel against a noble blood.

Now they suddenly realize that they have become prey.

A long-forgotten, unfamiliar word, and even disappeared from the dictionary came to mind.

That word is...

retribution.

The table filled with delicious food was knocked over in a panic, and the elegant gentlemen pushed aside the screaming woman in front of them and ran away. Some people were desperately calling their mobile phones, and some people were calling for security.

More people were screaming and even crying.

They seem to be no different from the inferior people who were abused and toyed with as playthings and materials. They also cry, scream, and pee their pants.

—Because they know what they have done, they know what they will face.

They have always known.

However, no one came.

Hearing the screams, the security guards who rushed out from behind the doors raised their submachine guns, but the next moment they were all stunned, because people saw the convict who spread his wings and looked like a dragon at first sight. A creature of myth—and then, a torrent of silver engulfed the field of vision.

The homicidal swarms that soaked and sucked the paradox elements surged out, engulfing the tigers in the slashing bite of Ling Chi. They obeyed the master's orders, blocked all exits, and chased and tried to kill them. The people who escaped were like curtains that slowly fell one by one.

The vibrating and buzzing insect swarm was extremely terrifying, gnawing the bodyguards and security personnel into bones, and the high-class people who were still excited about the feast for a second realized that the real terror was coming, there was no escape, and no one could rescue them—because The other's footsteps were approaching.

"Please, forgive me! No matter what you ask me to do!"

"I am willing to surrender to you!"

"I'm rich! I'll give you all my money! Don't kill me!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Pleadings sounded everywhere, and the well-dressed people rolled and crawled, their bodies were covered with soup and wine, their delicate hairstyles became messy, and their precious clothes became wrinkled. Like ants, Kant looked around blankly, every face.

The projection screen in front of him scans every face. Thanks to the development of the Internet, Horus is conducting fast face recognition, and almost all of these people can find their traces on the Internet.

All are powerful, wealthy and influential figures whose news is focused on investments, property purchases, social events, Queen's banquets and philanthropy.

Billionaire, famous school principal, famous tycoon.

Everything you need.

"you…"

Kant said calmly: "So rich, so happy, born without worries, one day's expenditure is worth the poor people's lifelong struggle, your legitimate enjoyment is something ordinary people can't achieve in their entire lives... Why? Why? Are you still not satisfied?"

These words were spoken in Chinese, and the people who begged could not understand them.

Because Kant doesn't need to answer either.

No explanation can wash away the sins they have committed.

"I won't put you on streetlights because you are too rich. I have no intention of upholding justice for a hostile country in a distant foreign land. I don't care how incomplete your revolution is, and I don't care how ridiculous your democracy is. , There are all kinds of morals, precepts, rules and laws in this world, I have no interest in being a law enforcer and a god, but there is only one point, which is the law that everyone on this planet must abide by.”

"Don't be evil, don't hurt others, don't impose things you don't want to bear on others."

Kant's voice echoed in the hall, and even in the racecourse.

"So, I appear in front of you."

"Repent, and then you will atone for your sins, you will enter my realm, and you will not go anywhere until your sins are paid for, until the torch is extinguished and the paradox unraveled."

As if he had realized that the end of horror was imminent, the theater was full of madness, and people screamed and fled hoarsely.

The paradox elements intertwined and flowed in the void, solidifying into a huge shining horn, Kant blew it suddenly, the anger turned into a low roar of the horn and roared out, the black phase door opened in response, occupying the entire stage, the vibration of the paradox engine. Sound rumbles approaching from another world.

The river of origin surged and roared, the purple torrent flew out, and the liquid paradox element rushed out from the phase gate, sprinkled on the ground, flew in all directions, spread to the steps and slopes layer by layer, flowed in all directions, and rushed open. Road portal, spreading to the entire secret underground structure of the racecourse.

People screamed to avoid, but the strange liquid substance had already flowed over the upper in an instant, their bodies stopped, looked down, and screamed, because their limbs gradually covered with purple crystalline substance , the severe pain indicates that a terrible mutation is taking place!

These depraved people who have been full of crimes were locked in place, struggling and screaming desperately, but the purple substance spread like vines and gradually covered their bodies, like the hands of the dead, entwined and clenched.

Then, black vortexes spread out from under their feet.

These people only had time to let out a scream, and the whole person fell down into the purple fluid, as if they were dragged into the place of punishment by the hands of countless mad and resentful dead.

This scene was thousands of times more terrifying than killing with a knife and a sword. It completely shattered the hearts of others, but no amount of screams could impress the stone-hearted fire thieves. They did not deserve any mercy.

A steady stream of paradox elements flowed like a flood, spreading to every corner of this hidden stronghold. Kant stood in the center of the stage with his eyes closed.

His consciousness spreads infinitely with the paradox elements, and his heart moves at will. Every point of the paradox element flow can anchor the spatial coordinates. The criminals who have been infected with enough concentration are dragged into the white fog world, one after another, they have already I can live in a world that kills life and isolates life.

This is just the beginning.

Until no one slipped through the entire racecourse, the gate of space closed, and Kant stepped into the world of white mist, which is a wasteland in West Africa. The sinful people looked at this unfamiliar territory in pain and loss. They struggled and screamed. , begging.

Horus said slowly, "Father, do they also light candles?"

"No, wasted...it won't pay for their sins."

Kant was silent for a moment, and then said: "Horus, we polish the shards of the Star Dome Bridge, we make the power core, we look for ways to battery and end the paradox elements, we look for materials, we develop chips, but in the final analysis, the most Suitable for the carrier of paradox elements..."

His eyes looked at the inhumans imprisoned by the power of time and space.

"It's still the life of these crimes and cruelty."

"This is their way of atonement, this is my trial and verdict, this is the revenge of the victims... From today they will fight against all injustice and evil."

Kant turned around indifferently: "Create a new project, equip them with heavy armor, powerful melee weapons, destructive implant modification... We will use it."

Horus' tone was a little strange, and he even sighed: "It's still this far."

"Otherwise?" Kant asked rhetorically, "How can I cleanse people's hearts of corruption and evil thoughts?"

Transformers was silent.

At this moment, Kant heard the screams of whining, and Gerald, who was still pinned to the ground, witnessed all this, and let out an excited whimper, as if he wanted to say something.

But there was a spine in his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

But that's okay.

Kant said lightly: "Say."

With this sound, Gerald's body squirmed for a while, and his throat hooted a few times, as if he was trying to make a sound, but he failed. Then, his shoulders slammed into flesh and blood, turning into a **** mouth. On elemental vegetation distorts into a vocal organ.

Gerald's terrifying and painful roar sounded from it, full of pain and grief.

"don't want!"

He screamed: "Don't hurt these people! You have no idea how powerful they are with their family and company! If they die here or disappear, the whole of England will..."

Kant sneered: "So what?"

"Oh my God, don't you understand! What a commotion this is going to make! It's a total declaration of war! Whether it's England or the Round Table! Especially the Round Table! They are our close allies and guests!"

"Yeah! Round table... round table... round table will know!"

With all the despair and pain experienced today, only this name can give Gerald the faint hope and courage: "They will not sit idly by, they will respond with war, they will find out who you are, you It is impossible to imagine how vast and how long its history is..."

Even after seeing and going through everything, Gerald still had boundless confidence in the Round Table, howling, threatening, pleading, deliberating: "We can have a better solution!"

"No, I have the most suitable solution."

Kant stands on this independent plane that belongs only to him, the white fog oscillates, the sky howls, time, space and light are responding to his anger and determination: "Let them all come."

"I will destroy them, I will punish them, I will kill them all."

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PS1: Update!

PS2: Also, there are some things I want to say in the last chapter, but considering everyone’s emotional release and catharsis, so I still put it in this chapter-in reality, there is no round table, no extraordinary person, and after the victim is rescued, he tries his best to detoxify and start a new life. life, bravely testifying in court, but not joining feminist rights, still trying to forget the nightmare... Yes, the story of Sarana, it really happened.

PS3: In order to write this plot, I turned over a lot of information and records. The BBC even made a similar documentary a few years ago, telling the desperate story of a British girl who was kidnapped on the streets of London... Some things are really difficult Imagine happening today.

PS4: Let's end with a number and a record - we live in a time when there are at least 40 million slaves around the world, more than at any other time in history.

PS5: I don't know why I'm writing this, I just think, we have a mission, we have a mission... One day, one day.