Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Sunlight squeezed out from between the dull clouds and fog, mixed with the choking gray smoke and wind, sweeping across the slums surrounding the factory area.

Cicero, holding his daughter who was about to fall asleep, anxiously took a long detour from the edge and returned to his home.

The tired man finally stepped into the familiar door, but he should not have come back.

The Red Gang is still the master of this slum, and their power has strangled the throats of all those who seek life in this area. These gang members who are also demonizers are essentially the lackeys of the nobility and the powerful, and they have been His actions simply treat other demonizers as pigs in a pen.

——As long as you want to, catch one and kill it.

As a former mercenary, Cicero, who just left the mercenary circle and lived in anonymity for some reason, naturally could not accept this fact. He fled with his daughter as quickly as possible, preparing to leave this land of right and wrong and find his old man. Friends avoid the limelight.

But he had already been marked. Cicero, who usually maintains his own force and does not cooperate with the Red Gang, and even often opposes them, was selected as a chicken to scare the monkeys. The Red Gang will use his blood and body to declare to everyone that anyone who goes against the gang will be punished. Extremely miserable.

Then, there was a chase, an escape, and then an encounter with a mysterious team... He was rescued, questioned, and given an inheritance.

Finally, freedom is returned.

Until now, Cicero still hasn't figured out what Professor Sweetley wanted to do. He saved himself without asking for anything; he gave the inheritance like handing out a few scraps of paper.

Whatever you do, it would be best if it can be spread. This kind of practice that can stabilize the soul is useful for all demonized people.

This was the answer he heard, but couldn't understand.

The source energy guidance technique... is more valuable in this land than gold and source energy steel.

As for the guidance technique that can solidify and purify souls, Cicero had never heard of it, let alone its use. Although the mercenary group was well-informed, they knew nothing about the real secrets.

It was hard for him to believe that this was true, but regardless of whether the guidance technique was true or not, the long knife on which the guidance technique was recorded has been transformed into an source energy weapon by Professor Svitley, and the silver-blue source energy flowed like this. It was like a thin cloud wrapped around the blade.

The reason why Cicero did not go directly to his mercenary friends was because he got the news that the mercenary group was suppressed by the Ayvind noble guards on the way.

The Guards regiment, which had been ordered by Earl Ayvind, had been dispatched collectively to various parts of the city to quell the riots - but they did not take action against the gangs. Instead, they wanted to remove the mercenary groups and sporadic ordinary professionals who had stopped the gangs from causing chaos. Catch them all.

The mercenary group is holding on to the stronghold, resisting the strong firepower of the nobles' armed forces.

As of now, there is no safe place in the entire Ayvind City. The outer city has become a battle. He can even hear huge impacts coming from the inner city and even the core area.

Hearing that voice, a large number of Guards retreated and evacuated, letting the nearly defeated mercenary group breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, things are not peaceful there either.

If it were him, Cicero would definitely take risks and fight with his former mercenary brothers, but after all, he is a father with a daughter, and he cannot risk letting his daughter get involved in the war. this matter.

So he could only go home, prepare some necessary supplies...and then leave Ayvind with his daughter and go to a fixed village outside the mobile city to live incognito.

Coincidentally, the elite of the Red Gang were annihilated by Professor Sweetley, and the rest of their main forces were now mobilized by noble armed forces to attack mercenary groups and other private armed forces. On the contrary, the slums as their home base were not heavily guarded.

As long as you are careful, you shouldn't be attacked and hunted like before.

Walking in the shadows, Cicero returned home and saw that the interior of his house was in a mess. All kinds of utensils were broken, paintings were torn down, picture frames were knocked down, and the doors of cupboards were smashed. The empty stand was revealed.

Almost everything of value was violently taken away, apparently by gang members.

But this is not important. In the mezzanine of the floor, he placed some food and spare equipment for evacuation, as well as maintained weapons.

When he escaped before, he felt that he was fleeing to a mercenary group of acquaintances, and there was no need to bring these extra burdens that would affect his speed.

But if you are going outside the city, then naturally the more prepared you are, the better.

Dad, are we back?

At this moment, she felt the shaking, and the girl on her back opened her eyes tiredly.

She turned her head and saw the familiar decorations around her, and couldn't help but be surprised: But dad, didn't you say we were going to Uncle Aiweier's place?

Cecilia, we are only back temporarily and will leave again soon.

The man put his daughter on the bed. He turned around and prepared to pry open the floor mezzanine: Uncle Awell and the others have no time to take care of themselves. We can only fend for ourselves.

There was nothing worth remembering in the house, especially after it was ransacked by gang members.

Demonized people already have a hard life, and the exploitation by gangs makes these people unable to accumulate any wealth.

Thinking of this, Cicero suddenly stopped what he was doing and felt a pain in his heart: My child...Dad is really sorry for you. He has always made you suffer and cannot give you a stable life...

Children like you should be attending classes and playing with your peers right now, enjoying the cool breeze of late autumn, flying kites, and going on outings... instead of running around with your dad in the slums and contracting the demonic disease...

The man's voice was heavy and remorseful. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was repenting of his sins and trying to force himself not to shed tears.

But the little girl just yawned, and Cecilia, who had not had much rest all day, said in a daze: That's not bad...as long as you are with daddy, there is nothing to be afraid of...

Cecilia obviously didn't care - she was used to suffering.

This child is too young and does not know what happiness is, so he is extremely numb to the hard times.

Just like people who have never seen light, they naturally disdain the morning light and have no idea how bright the day is.

She doesn't care.

But the listener clenched his fists.

Damn...demon disease!

Cicero opened the floor mezzanine and took out several backpacks, his tone almost gritting his teeth: Can Professor Sweetley's guidance technique really suppress the demonic disease?

My words may have penetrated the bone marrow and cannot be contained, but Cecilia...if Cecilia really learns, then her future will definitely be happier and more fulfilling than mine now!

Having gone through so many hardships, it is impossible for a man to believe that there is such a simple way to alleviate the symptoms of demonization in this world.

However, he could only believe it and had to believe it.

Because other than that, he had no choice.

Okay, get ready to go.

Because the originally prepared supplies had already been sorted, Cicero quickly packed all the luggage - he even prepared a small backpack specifically to put Cecilia in and carry it, so as not to encounter Accident.

But at this moment, he heard footsteps coming from outside the house.

squeak.

The door was opened.

who is it?!

At the first moment, Cicero's hair stood on end. His instinct as a mercenary told him that he could not resist the power of the comer.

The smell of blood came, which proved that the other party had killed someone not long ago, at least ten minutes ago, or had walked through an area full of blood.

Without hesitation, Cicero put down all the packed luggage, and with Cecilia, who was confused, stepped back and backed away from the wall.

While looking for an escape route, he said in a deep voice: No matter what your purpose is, I will leave all the things for you. The price of these materials is not low, even if they are sold on the black market, they are a big fortune - I No more!

But these words had no effect. Footsteps approached gently from the door, followed by powerful and unobstructed source energy fluctuations.

The moment this source of energy fluctuation appeared, Cicero felt despair - he himself was just a knight of the spiritual level. Although his strength was good, in the final analysis he was just a junior professional.

The one who comes...the one who comes is at least a strong person in the heart light level.

As long as the other party wants to, he can't run away no matter what.

--Why? I have nothing left, why do I have to press harder and harder? !

At this time, Cicero tightened his grip on the long knife at his waist. He took a deep breath and prepared to make a final struggle.

Following the sound of footsteps, the shadow appeared in the corner and came to the door of the room where Cicero and his daughter were.

When the man saw the face half covered by the shadow, he couldn't help but open his mouth, and subconsciously loosened the long knife in his hand by three points.

“I love grand narratives, spectacular settings, and exciting stories.”

A steady voice sounded from the shadows.

I like to save the world, explore the stars, watch wonders bigger than the moon on the other side of the galaxy, and enjoy scenery that no one has ever seen before in unknown places.

I like to fight against fate and deny the established rules. I have transcended reincarnation, killed gods and demons, and fought with ancient heroic souls and won. After that, I made a wish to the real gods to change the trajectory of the future.

They say that I am the covenant breaker of chaos, the transcendent of reincarnation, the person admired by perfection and forerunners - and for the good in my heart, I can even become the incarnation of fate.

This voice is not unfamiliar, even familiar.

Hearing this sound, Cecilia, who was carried on her father's back, woke up from a dazed sleep, then stuck her head out and looked at the place where the sound came from.

I just like it—who would refuse those things?

The white-haired man walked out of the shadows, walked forward slowly, and then stopped in front of a broken photo frame on the ground.

He leaned down and picked up the shattered picture frame on the floor.

In the photo frame is a man and a woman, holding a little baby, smiling happily in the sun.

Su Zhou raised his head and looked at Cicero and Cecilia - there was no doubt that based on the similarity in appearance, he could 100% confirm that the woman in the photo was Cicero's wife and the girl's mother.

And it can be seen from the dim look in Cicero's eyes for a moment after seeing the photo that she is already dead.

Su Zhou put the broken photo frame back on the shelf. He wiped off the dust, then turned his head and looked at the silent man.

But, talking about the world, the distance, the right and the future.

He chuckled and laughed at himself: In the final analysis, I am just a guy who can't walk when he sees someone sad or sad.

Su Zhou raised his head and looked into the eyes of the man who had kneeled down subconsciously.

Your name? he asked calmly.

…Cicero, he replied tremblingly.

Very well, Cicero.

Walking to the center of the room with his hands behind his back, Su Zhou smiled and nodded to Cecilia, who was smiling and waving hello to him. Then he turned his head again and spoke to the man kneeling in front of him, whether he was excited or frightened. : If I said that my goal is to save the world, you would definitely think I'm crazy.

No……

Being asked by name, the father who had just saved his life took a deep breath and said solemnly: Not necessarily, Professor... If it were you, if it was...

Yeah, I think so too.

Without letting Cicero finish what he said, Su Zhou nodded and agreed naturally: If it were me, I could definitely save the world.

Looking at the other party's eyes that didn't know how to answer, he said calmly: But this will not save mankind.

Defeating the enemy, killing the culprit, and eradicating the source of evil, I am very good at this kind of thing - I have always done this, and I have never failed.

Su Zhou stood in front of Cicero, he clenched his fists and made a loud voice: But how to make the demonizer return to normal, so that the discrimination between people disappears invisible, so that demonization should be a good thing. But the 'disease' that turned into a bad thing turned into a true 'blessing'.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight, nor can one person do it alone. Just like I can kill Earl Ayvind, but I cannot make the entire city of Ayvind peaceful and friendly.

So, Cicero, I need your help.

Professor, I, what can I do?

Facing the sudden appearance of Su Zhou, Cicero was not only uneasy and subconsciously afraid, but also filled with excitement - a feeling that he had finally reached a turning point in his destiny and could finally change his established future.

And this expectation comes from the daughter he is carrying behind his back.

Su Zhou saw through this expectation, so he came over to find him.

Help me attract more people to practice the practices I give you.

He said lightly, but Cicero opened his mouth slightly. He raised his hand in confusion and pointed at himself: Me? But I'm just an ordinary person... How can I attract more people...

It's not that Cicero was unwilling, but that he truly believed that he couldn't do it.

Even when he was a mercenary, he had never led a team, and he had never thought about being a captain.

In other words, his leadership rating should be failing.

Who will let him attract more people?

It doesn't matter.

But when Su Zhou opened his mouth, the white-haired professor said in an unruffled tone: There are two ways to attract more people. The first is to show your specialness and abnormality and become someone unique and strange in the eyes of others who want to worship them. object.

The vast majority of human beings are confused, weak and powerless. They need the guidance of an idol to make their hearts no longer empty and void. They will follow those who are strong and regard the dreams of the strong as their dreams. And fight with the strong - this is not a bad thing, because this is also the process of human learning, and there will be new strong people who will realize their own ideas in the process of following others, and then lead others.

I'm good at this, but you're not.

Cicero, you are the second type. Because you are ordinary, weak, and caring, everyone knows that you are just like them, and you can believe it, just like you believe in yourself.

I need you to turn into an ordinary fire, and then light up the world.

Tinder... The man whispered to himself. He seemed to feel that he understood something, but he understood nothing.

He once heard that some noble figures sneered at the fact that demonizers like them were essentially the fuel of the world, making the world burn. He didn't understand the true meaning of this fuel at that time, and he doesn't understand it now.

But now, Cicero could clearly tell that the flame and fuel mentioned by the nobleman and the fire mentioned by Professor Sweetley were not the same thing at all.

The burning in the mouths of both parties is obviously not the same ignition.

Quite the opposite, even.

Cicero, the city of Ayvind is about to be destroyed by the empire. I just killed Count Ayvind. This will inevitably bring about a wave of complete liquidation - against the demonizers, and even the liquidation of the entire city of Ayvind. .”

Casually speaking the news that could shock the whole city, Su Zhou stared into the eyes of Cicero, who was obviously shaken in front of him: I have no regrets about doing this, because if I don't do this, you demonizers, and even those who seem to be still... Ordinary people living a normal life will be burned to ashes.

Cicero.

Raising his voice, Su Zhou's tone became stern. At this moment, the man straightened his body subconsciously: You have a daughter, you have a burden, you must have care and love, so you are the most realistic, you cannot be grand. Dreams attract, you just want a stable life.”

But I want to tell you, these will no longer exist - happiness is an illusion. If you don't fight and rise, death is the only ending.

In the future, the barbarians from the north will break through Yanshuang Pass and march straight in from the North-South Plain Corridor. The world will be in chaos, and I will guide you a way.

With that said, Su Zhou stretched out his hand, and the long sword originally held by Cicero flew into his hand.

The man raised his palm and wiped it on it. Immediately, the inscription originally engraved on the spine of the sword changed slightly - it became simpler and easier to understand, and because Su Zhou swallowed the Soul of Dusk, it The ability to purify soul impurities becomes stronger.

Then, Su Zhou handed back the long knife that had been modified for the second time and was engraved with the soul purification guidance method called [Burning Fire 0.89 Beta Version].

Take some of the people you think are worth bringing with you, let them practice the secret method I gave you like you, leave this city, and lurk in a fixed village.

Don't be stingy, don't hide your secrets, if someone wants to steal it, give them the most complete version - spread this practice and ideas, develop your own group among the many demonizers in a fixed village, and lead the fixed village, Surrounding the moving city, the shadow of this practice gradually appears in the moving city.

Cicero, don't you want your daughter to live a normal life without discrimination?

That's the way to go.

The road without discrimination... Cicero took the long knife in his hand blankly. He stared at the long knife in his hand, which became more holy and powerful, and couldn't help but murmur to himself: It can make Cecilia happier. path of……

Staring at this scene, Su Zhou turned around.

Also, remember.

With his back to Cicero, who was still kneeling, he whispered: Stand up, don't kneel.

This has to be the last time.

Su Zhou left Cicero's house.

In the slum that had just been cleared, all the remaining members of the Red Gang were waiting for him at the door.

【...Can this be successful? 】

The mechanical human was silent for a while, then looked inside the room.

Master Suiguang could tell that the man in the room was not very strong, nor was he determined. In terms of talent, he was average, let alone compared with geniuses. Even the Seneca in the orphanage had no talent. Higher than him.

He is just a fire. As long as the fire ignites a fire, it will be considered a success.

Su Zhou walked outside and saw the corpses of many members of the Red Clothes Gang lying on the street. Their filthy demonized souls had begun to dissipate, but what was filthier than their souls was that these people regarded the same kind as animals. Heart.

I am confident in the guidance technique I have developed. No demonizer can refuse it - and as long as there is no cannibalistic instinct, most demonizers cannot be called bad people, and they do not even have the ability to do evil.

As long as Cicero begins to publicize this guidance technique to the outside world, and continues to promote it, making it impossible to hide secrets, then its popularity will become inevitable.

As long as they practice, they will understand that demonization is not a disease, but an uncontrollable blessing - a blessing that can turn ordinary people into extraordinary beings and give everyone power.

Having said this, Su Zhou narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and looked around the entire Ayvind City.

Now, the riots of demonizers have gradually ended - the noble guards suppressed most of the rioters. They should have executed these criminals who disturbed the order on the spot, but the death of Earl Ayvind disrupted the preparation of these imperial guards. , now the whole city is in chaos.

Power can suppress.

Watching all this, Su Zhou said calmly: But knowledge and thoughts cannot be suppressed - instead of killing those evil nobles one by one, it is better to hand over knowledge and fishing nets to the oppressed, and they will naturally click on them. Rise up Mars, gain strength, create a new era, and create a new order.”

[…He is worthy of being the mentor of the former Frost Empire rebels. 】

Master Suiguang opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed: [Let the demonizer understand that he is not suffering from a terminal disease that will lead to death, but a blessing that he can gain power safely... Without the urge to eat people In the case of crazy symptoms, demonic disease is indeed a good thing. 】

There is no doubt that this will fundamentally change the order of the world.

[What are we going to do next? 】

There is no need for us to interfere with the matter of returning to the First Yao Ship - Aiwende City.

Cicero had already taken Cecilia out of the slums - after hesitating for a long time, he still led people to the area where the theoretically more dangerous mercenary group was located.

At this moment, Su Zhou and Sui Guang also walked out of the slum from the other direction.

They came to the gap where the First Yao ship hit the wall of Ayvind.

There is still no one here. The high concentration of source energy radiation and the horrific scenes of destruction make all the indigenous people afraid to approach. The count's guards are all terrified because of the count's death, so naturally no one will come here to interfere. .

Standing on the gap, Su Zhou was about to leave the city where Professor Svetrey had lived for more than ten years. He was not reluctant to leave, and presumably the original Professor Svetley was the same.

Although it is only a corner, the darkness of this world has been clearly revealed.

Raising his head, he looked at the direction in which the Chuyao ship was leaving, and said in a calm tone: Count Ayvind is definitely a very important chess piece of the emperor. His death will set off a big wave in the south... Without our intervention, the strong wind will It will sweep across the entire continent of Aian.”

Now, what we have to do is to ensure our own safety, increase our strength, and find the truth behind the dark curtain of this world.

Having said this, Su Zhou paused and suddenly frowned.

etc……

As if thinking of something, the man whispered to himself: Mobile ships and mobile cities rely on the source energy furnace core to operate with such huge energy.

And the empire's energy furnace core needs soul as an additive.

The Chuyao Ship is larger than ordinary mobile battleships, and it can continue to operate continuously for nearly ten thousand years. It is still intact and does not need to be recharged - what is the principle of its energy furnace core?!

Thinking of this, Su Zhou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he said in a deep voice: It seems that we really need to go back as soon as possible to ask about the situation.

After finishing speaking, he jumped down and fell towards the barren land under the mobile city.

Like a meteor falling from the sky.

And Sui Guang followed closely behind the man, just like the name of Chasing Light of the Chasing Light Order.

Then, they ran off into the distance.

…

A few hours later, Su Zhou, who returned to the Chuyao ship, immediately asked Ming Xiao, who was welcoming the two back, this question.

Um?

Regarding Su Zhou's question about the Chu Yao ship's source energy furnace, the half-goblin sitting on the captain's desk couldn't help but show a confused look.

She looked at Su Zhou in confusion, then at Sui Guang standing on one side, and asked in confusion: Could it be that the core of the energy furnace in this era is different from the previous eras?

First shine, first shine...what is the first ray of light in this world?

The core of the source energy furnace that can bring endless energy is, of course, the falling fragments of the Holy Sun, the blessing of the saints, the 'First Glory Holy Rock'!