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[Energy selection → sacrificial group: demihumans, demons]

【start execution! 】

……

Two days later, the palace was sidelined.

"Hmm..." Remedios quietly opened her eyes, dragged her sore eyes and limbs covered in sore backs and backaches and got up from the bed.

The two holy swords in front of the bed were well sealed by the hilts, but a feeling of incongruity appeared in her memory.

It seems that the last consciousness was not here, right?She didn't remember returning to her residence intact.

Why do the familiar cabinets, familiar floors, and familiar ceilings in front of me seem so natural?Obviously the place I was waiting in front of me should have been a ruin, so it shouldn't exist here either.The impact between the memory and reality in her mind made her feel a little disintegrated.

She couldn't help covering her temples, and subconsciously shook her head to dispel the strange emotion.

"You're finally awake, Miss Paladin. Do you want to go shopping in the street?" Before she could collect her thoughts, a smiling man was already standing at the door of the room.

Remedios focused her gaze: "Your Excellency the Sword Saint, what do you want?"

Weston spread his hands: "After all, I was the one who knocked you out last, so as an attacker, it is necessary to check your state after waking up."

"You knocked me out?" Remedios frowned slightly, she subconsciously twisted her legs, but she didn't notice any strange pain between her legs and relaxed.

However, she still had a slightly vigilant expression, which clearly showed that Weston did not know how to chat.

"The war is over. I think you should go out and have some air with me! I also need to explain some things to you. After all...you are the only human being with memories."

"...Those are really not dreams." After a moment of silence, Remedios still had many doubts and wanted to ask them out immediately, but she still said, "Let me prepare."

an hour later.

Remedios was wearing the armor of a paladin and walked side by side with Weston on the streets of the royal capital. Pedestrians walked back and forth on the streets, accompanied by strange things like 'adventures', 'upgrades', 'props', etc. Words attracted her.

However, this lively atmosphere and the corresponding hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in my mind are full of a sense of disobedience.

"Is this..." She was about to doubt the scene of a dream in front of her.

Even if the war disappears, the aftermath of the war should not be so easily forgotten.What surprised her even more was that some of the ruined streets were almost intact, and there were also some children who had died without regret, playing back and forth on the streets with some kind of strange magic props.

Remedios couldn't help turning around immediately, and asked Weston, "What did you do?"

"Is it unbelievable? But that's what you want, isn't it... People won't lose their smiles because they are enveloped by evil things, and the scene you see in your mind doesn't exist at all." Weston said lightly .

"Are you kidding, this false picture—!"

Without waiting for the excited paladin to continue, Weston waved his hand: "Let me correct a little bit. This is not a false picture. Every brick and tile here is forged by the energy of hundreds of thousands of decomposed human lives. The people here are also transformed through the system. They are resurrected primitive beings one by one. They are not ghosts or puppets. They retain the memories of their lives. Of course, the difference from your memories is that they are in this country When they were invaded, there were already heroes to solve their tragedies in advance."

Remedios tried to brush the shoulder of a passerby, but she couldn't help being stunned when she found out that it was a real entity: "This kind of thing... can be done?"

"Miss Remedios, I have seen you active in the battle of demons. But I already have a wife, so even if you tease me like this, I will not betray you. I have great respect for my wife. Is loyal..." The man touched by her showed an embarrassed expression.

"Sorry." Remedios withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

After the man left, Remedios looked at Weston beside her with a complicated expression: "Why do you want to keep my memory?"

"I originally planned to accept all of this, but you changed my choice, so you are obliged to carry true memories."

Remedios fell into silence again. At that time, she was driven to blame everything on the man in front of her because of the powerlessness of not being able to defeat the black goat. Looking back now...she lowered her head, and solemnly said to Weston: " terribly sorry."

"There's no need for an apology. In a sense you're right. I'm doing it for my own sake."

"No, I was too extreme at the time."

Isn't it extreme, she sighed secretly.Suddenly he took out the holy sword behind his back: "This is yours, I will return it to you now."

Wei Sitong laughed: "That's unnecessary, this was originally made to imitate your weapon, and it's no longer useful to me."

"Is that so..." Remedios sighed as her hand stopped in mid-air.

"You go shopping on the street and experience this new world. I'll go back first..."

After saying that, Weston's figure disappeared from Remedios' eyes.

……

The royal palace, the bedroom of the saint queen.

Weston's figure gathered in the center of the hall like particles, and at the same time, Meteora also closed the Book of Thousand Miles, and the projection of the king's capital presented in front of her dispersed and disappeared.

"Finished unlocking?" Meteora asked the first time Weston appeared.

"That can't be regarded as an explanation, it can only be said to have a good exchange." Weston shook his head and said.

"You violated common sense and forcibly resurrected hundreds of thousands of people, making it look like nothing happened. Are there any sequelae?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Meteora was taken aback, and said earnestly: "You know exactly what I mean by sequelae. It's not physical, but a choice... You who choose to accept everything, are you already planning to make some changes? ?”

"Aren't I always changing?" Weston turned to the silver-haired young girl sleeping on the bed in front of the hall.

"She... indeed." Meteora sighed.

"How's this little girl doing these two days?" Weston has been repairing and integrating the system data with the Holy Kingdom of Roble these two days, so he basically didn't have much time to appear here.

"The situation is true. There will be a kind of gravity on her body from time to time. Although it is strange to say this, but when eating, the essence of gravity will automatically emerge from 305, and the food will automatically gather in her direction." Meteora His face turned dark.