Your Highness, zombies are coming

Particles that have been imprisoned for a long time become active. When they last moved at a speed exceeding the speed of light, they may still be in a petri dish. In this case, the outer particles can even transmit holograms hundreds of kilometers away to the intelligent brain. Roman saw the miniatures of those cities, most of them were dilapidated, and the vegetation on the roads grew wildly, as if they had been abandoned for centuries.

He flew very fast, the wind brushed against his cheek, with a sharp touch that could cut through human skin, but that didn't matter, he knew where Andresia was, and he also knew that Issa must be there there.

Some walking corpses roared on the ground and raised their hands. Those blue rays of light were like shadows, fleeting, beautiful as if they existed in another world. The dead watched the mass fall dully, and finally disappeared in the countdown. Unclear building behind.

Roman stopped on the outside of a church, his wings drew two blue lines in the air, and then folded them up. They were not just for flying. All the movements around him, even the sound of an insect crawling over, could be heard. will not be missed by this system.

He walked in a little bit and looked around the whole building. Two exquisite iron door knockers hung on the gate, with a little red rust. They complemented the building. They were old and full of history, gray stone carving The arched door rails are covered with feather-like grains on every inch. Legendary characters are hidden in it, almost swallowed by those decorations.

It seems that some guy has also transplanted mold, Roman stared at those things, the latter seemed to come to life, constantly surging on the wall, like countless tiny insects, like guardian beasts stationed at the door Yes, when the outsiders approached, those small things began to expand, and countless 'fruits' crowded together until the existing space could no longer satisfy them, and they exploded one after another.A large amount of dust overflowed from inside, staining the air a cloudy red.

Azathoth put up the protective shield a second ago, and those little red things fell on it, and they kept making squeaky noises, which was a sign of corrosion. Although outer particles can be combined infinitely, this kind of Mold can destroy those perfect combinations.

"It's giant red bacterium," Asatos called, and he said in an incredible tone: "They can't survive under oxygen conditions at all. The Academy of Sciences dispatched two spaceships to dig up fifteen grams of samples. You know The environment on that planet is not that good...this is really a remarkable achievement."

"Are you planning to rebel?" Roman said angrily, except where he was standing, the ground had been completely sunken, like a large pit dug by hand, and the dust had decomposed most of the substances.

"How come, I just want to see his laboratory." The computer with the style of the Academy of Sciences evaded.

Roman pushed open the wooden door, and the door bolt, which may be hundreds of years old, rotated and made a malicious friction sound. It was very quiet inside, only the towering dome, the stained glass windows, and the slanting sunlight, which was beautiful enough Make people suspect those hidden evils.

The only person was sitting in front of the altar, without looking up, he said without surprise: "It's a little faster than I thought."

"Obviously, you don't understand me." Roman said, the particles around him trembled, and restored order in the next moment, as if surprised by something. "...Where is Issa?" he asked.

"It looks like he's finally dead." Andrecia closed the book and carefully put it back in its original place, like a devout believer. "I know that he has particles that can be tracked to satisfy your voyeuristic desires that cannot be seen. However, I also know that when the carrier dies, those particles will return to you this."

"Where's Carol?" Roman didn't move at all, as if he didn't believe the other party's rhetoric at all.

"Oh, he will thank me. I let their brothers be buried together. It is said that human beings like to be buried next to the church. According to the ancient books, that is the place closest to God." Andrecia stood up , straightened his robe, and then said slowly: "You may not know, just when your computer went crazy, it killed Carol by the way... You know what it means, right?"

"This means that you are the murderer." Andrecia said, his voice was soft and hollow, with some kind of vicious curse.

The blond young man stood there without moving, his purple eyes were almost inorganic, like transparent beads in the sunlight. "What does it matter, everybody's dead, everybody," he said.

The tone was extremely calm, without the exasperation that Andrecia imagined. The alien sighed with some regret. He thought he could catch the pain of the other party. After all, he liked that man so much, it was like a different person .

He wanted the other person to suffer as much as he did, to be overwhelmed by the pain of the lost one.

"You are the only one left now." Roman said coldly, his eyes were like a lake in winter, covered with a layer of ice, which could make people fall down at any time, and then drown in it.

"I'm glad we can be so consistent. I think the same way. As long as I kill you, I will go back to the future. There are no bugs called 'humans' there." Andrecia said happily, and that hypothesis seemed to excite him When he got up, he opened his arms, pointed to the exquisite stone carvings, and introduced like the landlord who introduced the house: "You will like this, it took me several months to complete the layout."

As he said, this is indeed an exquisite place, with hundreds of sculptures, some of them are wrapped in hoods, and some are winged monsters, biting each other, and they are all still At the most hideous moment.

As the owner's voice fell, some limestone peeled off from the wall, and a winged monster peeled off from it. His body was the muddiest brown, with wide and thin fleshy wings, with some faintly flowing blood, and a tinge of blood around the edges. Looking at the protruding bone spurs, it lowered its flat head, screaming strangely towards the humans below.In just a few minutes, the church became as bustling as a Batcave, and the monsters came to life one after another, dancing on the fan-roofed windows, looking maliciously at their only prey.

Roman didn't pay attention to those things, and he didn't even bother to take a look at them. This obviously angered those things with a little IQ. They spread their wings, pushed each other, and rushed towards the visitor in the center.Those things were like tides, covering the sky and the sun. The Winged Demon who flew down first was extremely excited. He was very close to that human being, only an inch away, and could tear the other's flesh.

Time seemed to stand still in the next moment, and the sharp black claws stopped in front of Roman, almost in the blink of an eye, as if they were placed in an absolute zero space, and those hordes of monsters turned into hundreds of feet of ice , that scene was extremely weird, as if even the sound was forcibly sucked away, leaving only a little wind in the vast space.

And the young man is in the center, the wings behind him are fully spread out, those blue lines glow faintly, forming a beautiful arc with the surrounding particles, and then they tremble, just like a bird spreading its wings, the air The particles returned to Roman in an instant.The group of monsters that had been formed into a large mass of ice just fell on the ground. Due to its high mass, it shattered into countless deformed residues, which bounced around. The entire church was not spared. Those glass The saints, knights, and poems adorned with ornamentation on the battlefield also fell into worthless fragments.

There is nothing left, the world has gone mad.Roman thought that this period of time had deviated into an appearance that historians could hardly imagine. He once thought that he could change part of it, but he could only make everything worse.

"Where is he?" Roman walked past the pile of ruins, and his actions just now almost destroyed the entire church.

Andrecia has exposed part of his body, and some thin film-like things hang down to his back, stretching to the ground like a veil, almost like a cape-he just used those organs to resist the hard lumps that fell down .He looked at Roman, who still had that incomparably cold look on his face, then he laughed, overjoyed, and almost fell to the ground, his sense of balance as a human being has never been very good.

"Ha...you are starting to not accept the reality, just like an ordinary person." He looked at the other person from head to toe as if he had discovered something novel: "Do you still remember the adjectives that the Pope used to describe you? , a nightmare wrapped in human skin, even the surrendering fleet will not be spared, where the imperial army passes, nothing will be left except for the wreckage of the spaceship."

Roman's only response was to penetrate Andrecia's body with a beam of light, and a transparent hole appeared in the chest of the foreigner, but some mucus quickly filled it, and he stood there as if nothing had happened, and continued: " That Mr. Chris also stabbed me, for the sake of fairness, I killed him with a cold weapon, human blood is too much, so I have never liked such a violent way."

The young man was silent, his face seemed to be wearing a mask, delicate, perfect, without any ups and downs, he just walked up to that alien and put his hand on his neck, as if he was looking for something Like something, it finally settled down. Roman's index finger penetrated the first layer of skin. The opponent didn't struggle, and didn't even show any pain. He allowed him to tear off a piece of skin with his bare hands, or in other words, it was just a coat.

"I'll kill you," Roman said softly, throwing the rubbery skin on the ground with a look of disdain. "In your own form, the Arthurians have always regarded it as a great disgrace, have they not?"

This is indeed an alien race incomprehensible to humans. They have been wandering for many years. In order to escape from the pursuit of the Pope, they have put on human shells. Once they do this, it is equivalent to giving up all physical attacks. Keeping spiritual weapons, but still listed as a race with a dangerous index of S-level, a large part of the reason is the well-known neuroticism in the universe. They hold vengeance and will never forget it for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, Arthur Ann People often have a life span of hundreds of years.

Those translucent insides poured out, like the thinnest gauze, spreading from the wound, and gradually turned into layers of outer drape, they were constantly fluttering, and changing colors, from the deepest purple , to the translucent blue... Andrecia raised his head, although his body has been out of the human form, his beautiful face has been retained, "Humans are so strange, they obviously don't like other races, but they insist on giving up their disguise, You must be suffering terribly."

His voice gradually disappeared, leaving behind a head without facial features, and a huge crown, which was the same color as his body, floating in the air.Andrecia unfolded the film on his back. Those things were more like skirts, but after a few shakes, he flew into the air.

"You should deal with him directly, the sooner the better, no one has seen their real fighting style with their own eyes" Asatos reminded, he paused for a while, and said in a tone that only humans would have: "Even if Mr. Chris is dead, you can't bet on your life..."

"He's alive," Roman said, as if trying to convince himself, and he emphasized again: "I'll find him."

Zhinao didn't speak anymore. The results of the test not long ago showed that in this small town, only his master and Andresia were still alive. He didn't want to tell Roman about this. His Highness couldn't bear it.Azathoth unfolded the shield, and the alien floating in mid-air had already sent out infrasound waves, and he couldn't completely block those things.

Roman obviously knew this too, he dodged the falling rocks - the ceiling of half of the church was about to be demolished by Andrecia, he was obviously very suitable for demolishing houses, the rocks showed the sharpest The rhombuses hit Roman's place one after another.The beam of outer particles was blocked by those gauze-like things—Roman didn't know how he did it. In terms of alien research, even if it takes hundreds of years, there may not be progress.

He wanted to kill the other party, that was his only purpose.

That guy was floating in the middle of the church, like a strange flower, stretching layers of petals, and every time those harmless things shook, they would produce louder sound waves.

Roman is getting closer and closer to that place, falling rocks can't be his hindrance, the sensing force of the metal wings is much faster than their speed, the real problem is the faint pain, and it keeps spreading in his body— —If the frequency is fixed at a certain position, those infrasound waves are enough to stop a person's heartbeat... He took a deep breath, suppressed the dizziness and nausea, raised his sword, and stabbed the alien's body hard.

Those veil-like things slid across the back of his hand, as soft as a spring breeze. Even though it was a completely different species, such a creation was still so beautiful that it made one's heart palpitate. Those layers of veil almost covered Roman's sight, Like a beauty's skirt, and you're never in the way.

"Roman," said a voice, low, with a certain familiar tone. "It's my fault for leaving without saying anything, but we can't get together." The black-haired man stood not far away, without looking up, and Roman could only see his downcast eyes.

He was a little confused, like a child, just looking at the man helplessly.

"Carol's dead, and I know it's not your fault," Issa said, some of the sun shining on him, gilding the outline of his profile. "I don't want to see you again, it makes me think a lot of bad things, they drive me crazy, and I don't want to fight with you one day."

"But you promised to wait for me." Roman murmured, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the other party just leaned there quietly, with an indelible exhaustion in his expression.Not so long ago, in that damned dream, those black eyes had watched him and threatened him viciously not to commit suicide.

"I didn't," said the man, who had been refusing to look Roman directly, as if the former would really disgust him.

This is a bit unlike him, Roman thought, the Chris he knew always had a cold face and said things in a way that was several times colder, but in fact he just wanted to help.That man always does things in his own way, and he is not very good at conforming to others. He looks like a stubborn rock that cannot be pried away. In fact, that man's heart is soft as hell, and Roman knows this better than anyone else. One point, after all, he has been forgiven by the other party more than once.

That man must be the best person he could ever meet.

If he was really angry, he would definitely come over and beat me up, or just leave, instead of torturing people with a bunch of unreasonable reasons.Roman laughed, he took one last look at that person, as if he couldn't bear it, yeah, he might never see each other again, even if it was a phantom - the blue light began to gather, and they became several A halo, and then they all attacked downwards, the figure disappeared, leaving only a pile of Roman column wreckage.

"Thank God, you finally came out of the illusion. It's the skin of the Arthurian people. Don't touch them. The neurons on it are numbered in megabytes." Asatos breathed a sigh of relief, as if short In just a few minutes, he was infected by the atmosphere of this church and turned into an exceptionally pious artificial intelligence.

Roman pulled out his sword, and some outer particles appeared in front of his palm. They were shaped like a shield and pressed against the alien. He pressed the floating guy back to the ground, and rolled those rolling The parts that were stuck were all frozen.

"Don't you have anything to ask?" Andrecia said, not a human voice, but a strange synthetic voice.

"No, I'm not interested in lies." Roman said, he dropped the sword, which fell to the ground with a clatter, and the vibration of the blade took a while to stop.

"I can swear that what I'm saying is true now," Arthur said, his body gradually declining, turning into an almost transparent pale. "The spaceship is right behind the church. I have locked on the automatic start of the end of the world, and it will set off in ten minutes. That is your last chance. Go back to nine years ago, stop me, and save the whole world...or, Let me tell you where Issa is, and you can be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

The young man's fingers were tightly closed, and some blood vessels were completely protruded due to excessive force. He asked in a dry voice: "... Where is he?"

"Behind the church too, buried with Carol," the voice recounted cruelly.

Roman didn't speak anymore. He was more like a stone sculpture than the Arthurian trapped on the ground, and those frozen parts were expanding, and soon, they would extend to Andrecia's head, and they would kill him completely. , that taste is not good, the low temperature will only make people unable to move, and the ice layer will isolate all air.

"One more thing," Andrecia's voice became weaker and staccato at the back: "If you meet Carol...he can't go back..." Those ices have completely sealed him.

As the sharer of a memory, Roman knew what the other party meant. Obviously, that family was not suitable for a child to stay in. What surprised him was that Andrecia cared so much about a human being. "That's natural," he said, and walked out of the church.

As Andrecia said, there is a new grave behind, and a spaceship, the latter is beautifully streamlined, glowing with platinum-gold light——Roman just looked at the small mound, and in the distance, he was surrounded by The breath is scarier than the coldest ice.He opened his mouth, his throat was terribly bitter, and he couldn't utter a word in the end, as if he had lost his voice.

"Your Highness," his brain whispered.

"I see." Roman boarded the spaceship, the manipulation data was enough to cover the entire space, and he set up the program to go to the past without even thinking about it.He didn't think about the origin of this terrible machine anymore, because he didn't have that energy anymore.

Roman closed his eyes tiredly, he still remembered every period of time, those scenes were like being covered with a layer of golden sand, the first time, it was a hot afternoon, he saw the tightly wrapped Hummer, and The man in the driver's seat, who scooped up his gun, stared at him suspiciously, frowning.

I really want to kiss her, His Highness thought.