Please abide by the Basic Law

Luoxie's army lined up neatly on the grassland, their weapons gleamed coldly in the sun, and the mages were full of energy and fighting spirit.

The same is true in the Middle Kingdom. Everyone is holding weapons, including things like kitchen knives. Countless bows and arrows reflect the sunlight, forming a bright light.

The first wave of spell strikes was not a test. A huge figure of a woman appeared in the air. She was wearing a robe and had a serene face. She held a long ax in both hands and slashed towards Moon City.

"Mother Xipi." The god of agriculture, smoking a cigarette, looked at the figure in the air and cursed, "It's almost the power of a demigod, these mages!"

The Goddess' ax fell down with a whistling sound, without any harm, and everything it touched turned into powder and melted into the void, leaving nothing behind.

Cecil looked at Langdon who was standing on the top of the conference room. A scowl was added to his still handsome face. Others couldn't see it but he could.

Under Langdon's leadership, Moon City survived the second and third waves of magical attacks. In the fourth wave, the earthquake spell that appeared at the same time quietly damaged a corner of the city wall, although it could not shake the city wall of Moon City for the time being. , but enough to be terrifying.

In the afternoon, the Middle Kingdom fought back. The mage rushed into the Rochester army with a fast flight and dropped hundreds of nitroglycerin bombs. At night, it was the explosive packs of the underground race.The Luoxie people did have losses, but this kind of loss was not enough to make them hurt, but to add to their anger.

On the second day, the dwarves witnessed for the first time the devastating attack power of the Gatling made by themselves against the mortal body. Even the heavy cavalry wearing full body armor was like paper under the most primitive machine gun.

On the third day, Luoxie's Chinese army finally attacked. These soldiers who possessed the status of mages and were good at fighting could fly up the city wall, slam into the mortals with protective magic and kill all directions, and even get more than [-] to [-] battle damage Than, Cecil knew, it was crueler before, one to twenty, or even thirty, fifty...

On the fourth day, after confirming that there was no air force in Moon City, the newly repaired empty ship came to Moon City, and Langdon faced Loscher's war-specialized mages alone.

Cecil appeared on the street on the fourth night, all the shops were closed, people were in a hurry, supplies and injured people were piled up everywhere, the air was cooler at night, and he saw many people with scars all over their bodies Sit on the ground and eat.

There was no laughter anymore, theaters and stadiums were turned into temporary hospitals, painful groans filled every corner of the city, and what was even more frightening was the silence, which meant the coming of death.

All these sacrifices are for one goal.

"It wasn't your fault." These days, Cecil kept repeating this sentence to Langdon. "No one expected that things would develop to this point."

"If I could have directly killed Alexander that day, there would not have been so many sacrifices later." The daily magical battle consumed Langdon's energy, and he visibly lost weight. "If I were more decisive..."

Cecil took Langdon's arm and said word for word, "That's not your fault."

After a long time, Langdon replied in a deep voice: "I know."

The confrontation lasted for a full month. Luoxie's empty ship took on a lot of logistical tasks, and the squeeze on St. Banzi's mana well reached its limit. Installing tasks, and the consumption of population is even more astonishing.

When the weather became cooler, Luoxie was amazed at the tenacity of the Central Kingdom, and the Central Kingdom was shocked by the strength of Luoxie's logistics force. They were like two scarred beasts, staring at each other, waiting for the opportunity to give each other a fatal blow. .

On the second day of No.30, Alexander finally appeared in front of the formation. Under the protection of layers of mages and constant magic, he rode on a tall horse.

"Protection from death, protection from fire, protection from poisonous gas..." Tifa read out the constant magic on Alexander's body one by one, and smacked her lips, "How many mages did this guy find?"

"He knew we were going to kill him." Langdon said coldly, "It must have been a trick to come out."

"Can you handle it?" Cecil asked worriedly.

"Yes," Langdon replied.

For some reason, Cecil felt a strong sense of uneasiness, maybe it was simply fear, and when he saw Langdon walking out of the city alone towards Alexander, the uneasiness reached its peak in an instant.

"Only you." Alexander looked down at Langdon not far away, "Magic traitor."

"Words are meaningless." Langdon said the spell in Digal, which was much shorter than the average language, "Do you think you can escape?"

"I didn't leave." Alexander showed a long-lost smile, even a little like before, "I thought Cecil would come out, that coward."

"Shut up!" Langdon yelled.

Round after round of arcs erupted from Alexander's body, which was the phenomenon that the protective magic was lifted. When the protective magic was exhausted, he still stood motionless in front of the army, and Cecil finally noticed something was wrong.

"Come back, Langdon!" Cecil snarled as he clawed at the city wall, "Come back!"

When Langdon was about to cast the next spell, he suddenly felt that the transmission of the magic energy became sluggish, as if something was hindering him. He looked around suspiciously, and met a pair of eyes that were both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Scientific law." Langdon said the name through gritted teeth.

Destiny is a capricious bitch, always fond of accruing interest on old days without knowing it.

The approach of the scientific law is very logical. Langdon is the most powerful mage in existence, and there is no problem in eliminating him. However, other logics do not make sense.

"You haven't thought about the cause of your death, have you?" Alexander pulled out the long sword with a cruel smile, "Let's not have thought that magic and science don't like forced marriages, have they?"

Oh, it makes sense from that point of view, but you're still an idiot, Alexander!

Langdon thought to himself mockingly, and immediately threw off the human skin, showing the prototype, a huge almost black cat appeared in front of the Rochester army, and withstood the first wave of fireballs and lightning from the mage.For the first time, he felt the power of magic, and the pain of scorched flesh made him howl. Behind him, the gate of Moon City, which had been closed for a month, finally opened, and the shouts of charge sounded.

Alexander's laughter sounded like a taunt in Langdon's ears. Although he was in pain all over his body, he still shook off the Rochester soldiers who rushed over and shouted, "O'Casey!"

The gray mist appeared out of nowhere, and the fallen trial knight finally got close to the accused King Losher. He walked slowly on his horse, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Sinner Alexander Tuke II, do you admit that for your own selfishness? , let the people kill innocent people and rob property?"

Alexander was looking around blankly, and the sudden truncated environment made the enthusiasm in his eyes disappear little by little. At this moment, the original King Loser finally returned. He remembered what he had done during this period, and the blood on his face quickly faded .

"What did I do?!" Alexander said in a trembling voice, "Let me go back! Let me go back quickly! What have I done? Magic is here!"

"Sinner Alexander Tuke II, do you plead guilty?" O'Casey asked again.

"Let me go back! I'm not guilty! Not guilty! It's all the fault of the law of magic!" Alexander roared, "Magic! Law! Let me go!"

O'Casey still had the same unhurried voice: "Is the sinner's self-defense complete?"

"What? Don't you understand? If I don't go back, more people will die!"

"Is the self-defense completed?" O'Casey was actually a little impatient.

"Done! Done!" screamed Alexander. "Put me back!"

"Received the defense, the verdict is as follows: guilty." O'Casey said coldly while drawing out his sword, "The punishment is a hundred years after death."

There was a woman's scream on the sword, and a man's roar under the horse's hooves. Alexander seemed to realize the crisis in front of him, and took a step back involuntarily: "You are crazy, crazy! If I die, the world will be destroyed." It's over! Do you know..."

The long sword whizzed down, and Alexander's vision spun. He didn't understand why he couldn't speak suddenly, and then he "landed" on the ground.

The soul of King Alexander Took II of Losher stood still, watching a group of strange men and women looking at him casually. There were more and more people. When he was still at a loss, these "people" rushed up and tore him apart. It was broken into pieces, and after a while, his soul slowly recovered amidst howls, and this punishment process will last for 100 years.

The Loshers watched as Alexander suddenly disappeared, and then a detached corpse fell to the spot.

"Your Majesty... is dead?"

"His Majesty is dead?"

"Your Majesty is dead!"

"His Majesty is dead!!"

The voices of panic became stronger and stronger each time. These soldiers did not accept the hint of the law of magic. They relied more on their hatred of the Middle Kingdom. At this time, Alexander's sudden death brought about completely different consequences. Some people seemed to be They suddenly woke up, looked around in a panic, turned around and ran away decisively, and some people aroused their viciousness instead, roaring and rushing towards the giant cat.

Langdon had never known how difficult it was to fight with only the physical body, without protection, without healing, the blood and the pain of the wounds drove him mad, without any need for suppression, and the complete release of power made him so happy, he bit , he stomps, he flicks his tail, as if he was born this way, there is no need to have any scruples!

The blood and corpses pooled into a small lake under Langdon's body. His fur became darker and his teeth were full of red. When exhaustion gradually pulled his consciousness, death also visited at the same time. A large amount of blood loss and countless scars were eroding Holding on to his life, even this powerful body couldn't bear the damage in a short period of time.

It was Cecil who stopped Langdon from running wildly. He was dragged by many people and refused to let him come over. Only when Langdon fell down did he rush over crying, lying on Langdon's neck and hugging him.

"Owen! Owen!" Cecil yelled, "Where's Owen?! Call him!"

"It's useless, my dear...the God of Science betrayed me." Langdon said softly, blood foaming from between his lips and teeth, "The God of Science...just did what it was supposed to do, while the God of Magic The gods finally... noticed my betrayal, or they...understood...we are not on any side of them."

"No, no, no, no!" Cecil pressed the wound in a panic, one place was pressed and the other was still bleeding, his expression was full of despair, "No, don't leave me! Don't leave me! You, If you die, I will die too! I am really dead! I will die for you to see!"

"No, you can't... my dear, my death... has brought about the victory of the laws of science, anyway...they're going to be parted." Langdon gasped, the light in his eyes was fading, "my dear... ...don't let them...get their way, don't...let our...efforts go to waste..."

"No—!" Cecil cried.

One spell after another was cast on Langdon, but to no avail. The blood kept spilling out of the wound until the last drop. Cecil's crying stopped shortly after. He knelt beside the big cat and whispered something. I don't care about talking.

The world is coming to an end, so what?

do i care?

No, I don't care at all.

Everything I cared about is gone.

I searched for so long, finally found it, and it's gone.

Because of my stupidity, incompetence and cowardice, because I want to be a "normal person", because of the choices I made...

Cecil gently stroked the blood-soaked fur until his hands turned red.

"Hey, dead?" A voice said, "This is a good opportunity to confuse the law. Have you heard of Empress Luosha?"

Cecil raised his head numbly, and the God of Magic was looking over with a smile.

"Even if he becomes the God of Civilization, he's not himself anymore." Cecil said in a dead silent to terrifying tone.

"That was without me." The God of Magic smiled and said, "How about it, young man, do you want to try?"

- I am willing to give everything to try.

In a certain cold windy season on the prairie, Cecil was buried in piles of documents, when he suddenly felt something, he stood up and let himself go, and finally, he stood at the first place where he lived after he came to this world. The original site of the house was already a square after repeated reconstructions. He stood there and waited for a while, until a familiar voice sounded: "Honey."