Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1386 Satan Arrives (End)

"Benner Nielsen? I watched your live broadcast."

A sound that comes out of nowhere penetrates your ears, like you suddenly find a cold-blooded snake-like animal wrapped around your body. It is hidden under your clothes. You can't see it, you can only feel it. The cold scales scratched the skin.

Benner Nelson's hair stood on end and his scalp exploded. In his eye sockets, ultra-high-speed million-frame photosensitive pupils almost popped out of his eyes.His brain went blank for a second, and then all kinds of thoughts flashed through him. When he thought of the other party's name, all the complicated thoughts turned to singleness and despair. In the end, he was only annoyed. He regretted that he shouldn't have let go of those scout bees, and should have thought of them all. Release all of it and record the scene happening at the moment from multiple angles.In post-production, you then edit into the flickering lights, hissing electricity, and swaying shadows. You also have to give yourself a montage-like close-up of your dilated pupils and rolling beads of sweat, and then when the audience is caught off guard , inserting the moment of his own death and this sudden yet ordinary sound, or the shadow that frightens that person, filling the entire shot.

Maybe the latter is better, because it can better emphasize the other party's strength and invincibility, just like Satan.

Maybe the "like" should be dropped.

All in all, his life will end here. No one knows better than him how terrible the person behind him is.

Few people in this world know the truth about the death of the first divine general, and he is one of them.Even though he knew this fact, the moment he heard the voice, he completely lost his will to resist and escape. His body seemed to have received a signal not to resist, and it was completely disconnected from his brain.Not only was he unable to control his numb legs and stiff torso, he couldn't feel them at all, nor could he even feel his eyelids, lips, and fingers. The entire body seemed to have only breathing, hearing, and vision. Working under constraints.His heart was like a fish jumping ashore, beating wildly on his eardrums. His breathing became louder and louder, like the wind pouring into his ears. He opened his mouth and rolled his eyes desperately, staring at the reflection in the stagnant water. , that faint black shadow.

"It's a pity that I couldn't completely record this moment." Benner Nelson thought so. He completely accepted the reality and waited for death that would come in the next second. However, the king from hell did not immediately take away his Life, instead, casually appreciated the films he shot.

"Your documentaries are very good, especially the trilogy of how mankind leads to the apocalyptic nuclear disaster, "Wrath of the Dragon", "Parasite Empire", and "Twilight of the Gods". The details are very rigorous, although there are some slight differences. It is from a Caucasian perspective, but there is no subjective judgment, no moral judgment, and no obvious position. It honestly reflects all aspects of human plight. It is very sincere and not easy."

Listening to the King of Hell. No, listening to the real god say this, Benner Nelson suddenly felt like he had found a lifebuoy in the drowning water, and his whole person suddenly came to life.This joy of surviving the disaster was too great to be suppressed at all. He was like a sinner forgiven by the Creator. He trembled, took a deep breath, raised his hand to touch his chest, bowed in awe, and then replied: " I am extremely grateful for your appreciation. This is a great honor for me." After a pause, he rolled his throat and said, "Actually, it should be a tetralogy. There is also a part called "The Black Death", and there is a chapter about you. But I didn’t say anything bad about you. I briefly described your growth experience from a neutral perspective, your encounter with the Clown Sith on K20, your direct conflict with him in Paris, his death and your nirvana. .Although it seems that you and Clown Sith are both villains, you are both villains full of charisma. All this is to successfully pass the review and go online. In the end, I also shaped you into a patriot, regarding nuclear weapons. The reason for the outbreak of the war, whether it was Star Gate or Tai Chi Dragon, was affected by Chen Shaohua's wrong intelligence. Although I did not directly give the answer, the subtext is that you were also forced to do so. It is a pity that this "Black Death" was not broadcast come out."

If Palma were here, he would definitely be amazed by Benner Nielsen's attitude. Thinking back to when he interviewed the commander-in-chief, he was not nervous even in the white room. He chatted and laughed with the commander-in-chief, and some of the questions he asked even made him very embarrassed for a time.Not only the commander-in-chief, he has interviewed countless political leaders and business leaders. No matter who he faces, he always maintains a posture as sharp as a scalpel.

He also has such capital.He once worked for CNN and Fox News, hosting a program that ranked first in ratings all year round. However, he was dismissed by two major companies because he offended too many big shots and did not know how to restrain himself.After being forced to leave the major TV stations, no one dared to hire him, so he engaged in self-media. As soon as the programs he produced were launched, they rushed to the top of the social media click list, especially the live broadcast of the nuclear war that year, which was recorded in " Guinness Book of World Records" and is still the most watched online program in human history.He is also the journalist, documentary and news director with the most fans in the world today.Right now, he is the equivalent of CNN or Fox News, where he once worked, which is no exaggeration at all.

This was Benner Nelson, who had never shown awe to a big shot or knelt before the powerful in his life. At this moment, just hearing that person's voice, he became extremely respectful, almost pious.

"I know." The man smiled gently and walked quietly in front of Benner Nelson. "I asked people to prevent "The Black Death" from passing the censorship."

Benner Nelson was shocked, then lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "In order to be able to upload, I did not dare to edit a lot of content. As you know, the environment at that time did not allow anyone to wash the Black Death in public. The white voice exists. I had to slice up the history and present of the Black Death. I never mentioned some related "doctor organizations" and deleted how the "Black Death" evolved from a doctor organization to the world's largest organization. Related content about the underground world. It only talks about the bad things it has done, never mentioning why it does it. Even so, I am prepared not to be able to go online." He said sincerely, "My purpose is just to make more Many people remember the Black Death, become interested in it, and then go find the answers themselves. I believe many people will change their views on the real Black Death."

The man smiled and said: "That's why I didn't let the documentary go online."

"Why?" Benner Nelson was puzzled. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a shining face. The god-like man next to him wore a mask that half covered his face. That was The typical Italian Commedia mask 'Colombina', Zorro is wearing this mask that looks like an eyepatch.It's just that Zorro's mask is quite simple, like two holes dug into a black strip of cloth.This Colombina mask is extremely gorgeous. It covers the person's eyes and nose bridge, like a metal black bird with spread wings. This black bird is not carved from a piece or piece of black metal, but It is woven from countless slender shiny metal threads of unknown material, and the wings are covered with diamonds that are finer than grains of sand, depicting shiny feather patterns, which are so delicate and beautiful that it is staggering.The most gorgeous part is the bird's head located on the man's forehead. There is a human face carved in pure gold that resembles the sun. It is about the size of a coin. The eyes of the human face in the middle are two rubies. The golden curly hair is like countless swords. of spikes.This classic sun shape can be seen on many Europa antique furniture, but none is as gorgeous and delicate as the one in front of you.

Most people may not know much about the origin of this shape, but Benner Nielsen knows that this classic sun shape is an exclusive mask that the Italian sculptor Bernini once dedicated to Louis XIV, known as the "Sun King".This great king in French history once wore this mask and played the role of Apollo, the sun god, at a ball.In his investigation, this autocratic king who was committed to combating religious theocracy was most likely the highest-ranking controller of the Black Death.

Benner Nelson took a breath. He realized that the "Black Death" may have played a much greater role in history than he imagined. He regretted filming such a crude documentary.

The other party seemed to see what he was thinking through his electronic eyes. He stared at him sideways and said, "Yes, this mask is the 'Sun King Mask'. It was left to me by my teacher."

Benner Nelson was horrified, and suddenly felt that what was really like sunshine was not the mask, but the other party's sight that could pierce people's hearts and cause all things to move.He came to his senses and realized that his action of looking directly at the other person was a bit rude.He felt uneasy and immediately lowered his head, but the young face wearing the Sun King mask lingered in his mind. It was like a huge and majestic sculpture descended from the sky, deeply embedded in his brain. It became a beacon, a landmark.A feeling of insignificance arose spontaneously, and he sighed and said: "I was too confident, thinking that with my connections and abilities, I could find out the true face of the Black Death. I didn't expect that I tried my best, but I couldn't. It’s just the tip of the curtain.”

"No, I stopped your documentary from going online, not because it is one-sided. It's because I don't want people to be interested in the Black Death right now."

Benner Nelson nodded, "I understand, it is indeed better to keep a low profile."

The man did not refute Benner Nelson's statement. He raised his lips and smiled, pointing to the intersection not far away, "Do you see that there?"

As a reporter, Benner Nielsen is very good at observing people's emotions. From the other party's smile, he keenly caught a trace of deeply hidden disapproval. It was a kind of pride that towered over all things, and it was also a kind of contempt for the mortal world.He found that he was wrong. It was obvious that the other party was not afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by the world's chosen ones, so he chose to keep a low profile, but had other reasons.When the other party pointed in the direction of King Shapaima, he stopped thinking and looked at the strange scene under the dim light.

I saw that King Saupima and Akadullah Afef in the shikigami had been lifted up and placed above the shikigami. A slightly thicker tube was inserted into their internal jugular veins. Connected to the wax figure standing aside, scarlet blood flows in the transparent plastic pipe at a speed visible to the naked eye.Surrounded by circular electronic eyes, two beaked doctors held laser scalpels, gazing at the shimmering screen projection in the air while engraving something on the wax figure's fingers.There was also a bird-beaked doctor standing on the heads of the two people, opening their eyelids and shining a miniature flashlight on their pupils.

It looked like it was not a passage to an underground shelter, but a battlefield operating room.It's just that the special masks of the beak doctors made the scene look very scary.

Benner Nielsen adjusted the focus, zoomed in, and saw the needle-like laser scalpel in Doctor Bird's Beak's hand, moving like a needle on the wax figure's fingertips, quickly carving a circle of lines, which were like fingertips. of spiral.When he was dumbfounded, the doctor who was performing the operation turned to look at him, like a scary strange bird staring at a caterpillar lying on the tree trunk.

Almost instantly, he changed his mind. In front of him was not a place full of redemption like a battlefield operating room, but a palace of the dead, a place where mortals sold their souls.He shuddered, immediately zoomed out, and looked away pretending to be nonchalant.The slight buzzing of the laser scalpel was still filling his ears. He didn't know what was happening, but he thought crazily in his heart: You must remember all this, you must remember all this, what happens here will definitely change this. world.

"What do you think that is?"

The god-like man once again saw through what was in his mind and asked.

Benner Nelson suppressed the fear in his heart and laughed dryly and said: "I think that's a robot? Maybe you want to use that robot to replace King Shapaima and General Akadullah Afef?"

"Not exactly," the man said. "To be precise, their models are Adam 9-A biocyborgs. The core components are all electronic devices, but the trunk tissues are all flesh and blood. In appearance, they are no different from humans. , will bleed when shot, and can also eat and excrete.”

"This reminds me of a movie called "RoboCop". The male protagonist in it is called 'Murphy'. He is a half-human, half-mechanical cop. Is that the opposite of your bio-cyborg?" Ben Nelson spread his hands, "I don't know what I'm talking about. I just want to say, has the technology of the Black Death reached this level?"

"Part of your documentary is also about 'Penglai Island'. You should know something about that place."

Benner Nelson nodded, "Of course. I have also been there. Nago Island is really a paradise for the rich. In Chinese, it is a wonderland. Before I went there, I never dared to imagine that there are actually such things in the world. Such a place. Yes, this reminds me of the movie "Escape from Clone Island" again. You can't blame me. The Black Death is indeed very similar to a super villain organization like Hydra." He was suddenly shocked. He looked at the man and asked in a trembling voice, "No. Could it be that the Black Death had already used clones to replace those politicians and leaders many years ago, right?"

The man didn't shy away at all and said calmly: "Yes. Our Black Death collected information and DNA of many important people through Penglai Island, and developed clones that can grow quickly. But the problem is that no matter how similar the clones are, they will not There are still countless flaws, which are not only easy to discover and uncontrollable, but also have short lifespans. So we changed our direction and began to study biological robots. From a biological point of view, lizard people are more suitable for transformation than humans, so the Black Death While researching the 'God Gene', we also launched the 'Garden of Eden' project. Adam 1-A is a cyborg robot based on the transformation of the lizard man."

Benner Nelson couldn't help but ask: "Can the God gene really make the body a complete carrier?" "Indeed, the Saint of Pius is a successful case."

"Huh? What?"

"Don't worry about this. The reason why the Pius Saint is the Pius Saint has nothing to do with the fact that she has been injected with the 'God gene'." The man ignored the shocked Benner Nelson and continued, "We're the Black Death The purpose of studying the 'God Gene' is to enable every human being in the world to get rid of the shackles of the physical body, stay away from disease, hunger and ignorance, and become a real human being. But now it seems that this road is still unworkable."

"Why? Wouldn't it be successful if it weren't for the patron saint?"

"The 'God Gene' itself is not a problem. The problem is that the resources of the Chosen Server are far from enough to allow people all over the world to become carriers. Unless our technology has the ability to expand the Chosen Server, or add more servers Quantity." The man sneered, "But according to human nature, even research on the Chosen Server can be argued for hundreds of years, and even because of fear of losing the server, this research will never start."

Benner Nielsen thought of the topics of this summit and had mixed feelings in his heart. He was silent for a moment, "So you want to replace all those who oppose research on the Chosen Server?"

The man said noncommittally: "Humans are ants."

Benner Nelson hesitated and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"The war between ants occurs because the queen uses pheromones to tell the soldier ants and worker ants that we must eliminate each other for food and offspring. If the queen is not so selfish, ants and ants can live in peace, and this area The grassland cannot accommodate two groups of ants, and they can expand together to discover forests, islands, grasslands, and there is a wider world beyond a small piece of grassland." The man looked in the direction of King Sarma, "So we are going to Replace those queens."

Benner Nielsen thought that humans were indeed ants, and no one understood this reality better than he, a journalist.People on this earth hate each other because they live in an information cocoon created by their media with all kinds of news. They are countries, races, beliefs, races, hobbies, and genders. Human beings who do not understand each other, have no contact with each other, and are even thousands of miles apart, want each other to die for some unfounded reasons.

And those who create these information cocoons are the so-called human elites.He followed the man's line of sight and turned his head, and happened to see the wax figure-like King Salma standing next to the "operating table" who had just completed the iris transplant surgery. He opened his eyes, and the bio-cyborg who was as stiff as a wax figure just now opened his eyes. He raised his two hands and stared at the ten fingers with an indifferent look.

He glanced at King Sampaima lying on the shikigami. The body with the blood catheter inserted became extremely pale, while the wax figure standing next to him became rosy as if dye had been injected into it.He looked at the faces of the two people again, and they were exactly the same. He thought that even the wife and children of King Shappam, or his parents, would not be able to tell the difference between the two people.

The next second, he thought of himself. He suspected that the king from hell told him so many secrets, maybe because he would also be replaced.He broke out in a cold sweat, and he took a chance and thought that if the other party wanted to replace him, there seemed to be no need to talk to him so much.He tried to comfort himself, but found that he had never been so nervous.It is terrifying and sad to think that my life will be replaced by another thing that I don't know whether it is human or not, and that my death will not be replaced.His body was enveloped by a cold feeling, and this cold fear bound his body tightly like a barbed rope.

He rolled his throat, swallowed a mouthful of hot saliva, and asked with difficulty: "Will I also be replaced?"

The death-like man smiled, his whole face lighting up, "Biocyborgs can't make good documentaries."

Benner Nelson's high-hanging heart fell steadily back into his chest. He lowered his head and said with sincerity and respect: "I will definitely make a documentary that satisfies you. I guarantee that everyone in the world will watch it." After watching this documentary, I sincerely thank you and the Black Death for their great contributions to mankind." After a few seconds of pause, he said solemnly, "I don't say this because of fear of death, but because of you and the Black Death. The sacrifice of death and disease can be called the eternal beacon and monument of mankind!"

The man shook his head, "No, no, Nelson, I don't want to be the protagonist. The protagonist is someone else, my master. His name is Li Jiting."

Benner Nelson was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Li Jiting? I seem to have heard this name somewhere?"

"He was once a student of Hegel and studied at the University of Jena. He and his wife, Heidi, the daughter of the Grand Duke of Baden, engraved their names on the trunk of the strongest oak tree in the Oak Park of the University of Jena. . He has lived for more than 200 years and was once the second divine general. If you investigate him carefully, you will find that he is truly a legend worth writing about."

Benner Nelson nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I understand what you mean."

"I'm talking to you so much because you still remember your original intention, and you can still see clearly the path you came from. Although you are also tactful and worldly, you still maintain awe of your profession and respect for the audience. Thank you." The man whispered, "In other words, you are not separated from the masses."

"Thank you for your praise and trust, but I feel that as a journalist, these are what I should do."

"It's not easy to maintain your original intention. Too many people are too far away from who they were when they set out. They have long forgotten that stalemate and have become another person." The man glanced at him and said meaningfully, "You Thank you for your persistence, otherwise you would be dead."

Benner Nelson closed his eyes and put his right hand on his chest, "I will remember your teachings." Opening his eyes, he took a long breath, calmed down his overloaded heartbeat, and asked again, "Then can I still go to the shelter? Do you want to continue filming?”

"can."

Benner Nielsen hesitated and asked in a cautious whisper, "Do I need to delete the content here?"

"No need. But don't send it yet."

Benner Nielsen's heart was rocked, and he couldn't help but ask: "When can it be released?"

"Wait until I die."

Benner Nelson's eyes widened, and he said uneasily and surprised: "After you die?"

"We don't have to wait too long. When all the ant queens in this world are replaced by biocyborgs, I will have to die." The man said as if talking to himself, "As long as you are human, you will be in power. Lost in the world, a dragon-slaying warrior can only die to avoid becoming another evil dragon. Oh~ I am not a warrior, I am just another evil dragon, and I will definitely be killed by a real warrior."

Benner Nelson seemed to be swallowed up by the strong wind and waves in an instant, and fell into a suffocating silence. He didn't know what to say and felt inexplicably melancholy.

"Go quickly! There is nothing to record here, go and take pictures of what you want to take."

After speaking, the man walked forward.Benner Nelson looked at the man's back, and seemed to see a road leading to the top of the mountain. There were thorns on both sides, turbid waves below the mountain, and stars shining in the distant sky. He was walking alone on the rugged path. , rushing towards the abyss filled with stars.

His heart was burning in the boiling blood, and the surging heat made his lips dry and his eyes moist. He mustered up the courage to ask loudly: "What if I still want to shoot a documentary about you?"

"Don't film. There's no need to film. Even a documentary can't wash away my sins." The man said without looking back, "Morality has sentenced me to death, and only philosophy can prove my innocence. And I am guilty, or Not guilty, no one needs to comment."

(End of this chapter)