Chapter 127: Heart-killing
“Help me feel Tarke.”
Qin Xia used spiritual energy to transmit a voice to Angron.
Angron closed his eyes and felt carefully.
Talk's soul is right in front of him, and it also extends out emotions that can be detected, and those emotions seem to be held by something, bound somewhere around him.
Angron looked at the void shield and realized that the thing that bound Tarke was the strange void shield, and then whispered what he discovered to Qin Xia.
Qin Xia thought about it for a while and came up with a solution.
“Talk, don’t pretend to be a ghost.” Qin Xia leaned on the fence and stared at the resurrected Mad King in front of him, “I know that you used some means to let this device anchor your soul and let it anchor your soul. It becomes your lodging in this world. Don’t talk about immortality, you are just not dead yet.”
“Why should I die?” Tarke asked, “Me. I tried every means to screen out the strong ones among the slaves and untouchables, and then I led them, but ended up like this. Why should I die?"
Talk slowly raised his hand, Point to the void shield.
"This is what my heroic ancestors left to me. It allowed me to survive, allowed me to come from Nu moon to Nu moon, and allowed me to continue to take revenge on those nobles."
" That's what the noble king left to me, his heir!"
"I don't deserve to die, you do."
Talk continued to look. To Angron.
This man who is already a soul is still crazy, his expression is grinning, but it also reveals pain: "You steal the fruits of victory that should belong to me, and you deserve to die!"
Qin Xia looked calm and was completely unmoved by these accusations.
Angron wanted to suggest that Qin Xia use spiritual energy to destroy Tarke in front of him, but then he thought that he did not do so because Tarke was already strongly bound to the void shield and could only be destroyed by destroying it. Kill Tarke's soul with the void shield.
Thinking of this, Angron walked towards the fence, preparing to bomb the void shield if something went wrong.
Kahn and others have also dealt with similar situations. They all realized the idea of the father of genes, and they also approached the fence.
Qin Xia used her eyes to signal Angron to leave this matter entirely to herself, and then used words to attack the non-entity in front of her.
"Do you really think your ancestor is a good person? The first Tarke who formed the Pariah Knights, the so-called rebel who worked hard to find ancient relics under the guidance of God and overthrew the cruel rule of the wizard tyrant? Are they all fake? "
"I know everything about your family. I am a powerful wizard. I can see things ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later, so I have respected and admired what you said from the beginning. "Not interested at all."
Qin Xia smiled as if he was telling a joke.
"Your ancestor was not a rebel, but a damn careerist. He was loyal to the cruel wizard tyrant in Nuceria's history and was a general."
"It doesn't matter that he is the wizard's lackey, but he is the most vicious lackey. When the wizard tyrant in history fell into madness, your ancestors took control of him and then did evil in his name."< br>
"Until one day, the wizard tyrant died while making a deal with the gods in another space. Your ancestors claimed that he killed the tyrant and then replaced the tyrant."
Talk did not remain silent. Hearing this, he cursed, shouted, and refuted.
When Qin Xia slowly closed his mouth and waited for Tarke to say something useful, Tarke howled: "You are wrong! He is a resister! A punisher! Just like me Same! He is my role model! "
"Hiss..." Qin Xia shook his head slightly, "You don't believe me, but you can believe Brown's words. He has never met your ancestor. He said he had seen it, but in fact he had not. He confessed to me that those things about your ancestors were used to inspire and drive you."
"Nonsense!" Tarke roared, " I don’t believe Brown, do I believe you?”
Qin Xia raised her hand and tapped her head: "Do you have a brain? Do you have analytical skills? Can you think for yourself instead of just believing what others say like a two-year-old child?"
< br>"Remember Nuceria, that ghost place."
"For nearly ten thousand years, the system of Nuceria, that ghost place, has not changed, not even the slightest change."
"Your ancestor was a good guy, a man who had been a slave and killed wizard tyrants by force. How could he have imagined what would happen if he distributed those ancient technological creations to his followers?" "Answer It is obvious that he just wants to establish an order more cruel than the wizard tyrant, and then he and his followers will always become slave owners on Nuceria. Without me or Angron, slavery in this place will be Continue until the heat death of the universe”
Angron sensed Tarke's emotions.
Those emotions were like a chain that tied Tarke to a certain structure of the void shield.
But those chains are starting to loosen now.
In the eyes of others, Tarke's soul knelt on the ground, sobbing violently.
"Question me, answer me." Qin Xia paced, surrounding Tarke, looking down at the lunatic.
Talc was still sobbing.
“Say something!” Qin Xia roared.
Talk was so frightened that he trembled and opened his mouth to refute, but he couldn't find any reason.
"Why don't you die, huh?" Qin Xia sat cross-legged in front of the soul, "You keep saying that you want to kill the slave owners and protect the untouchables and slaves, and then you start killing the people you say should be protected, What kind of relief and reward do you think it is? Let you die now and let you be freed. Why don't you die?"
Talk couldn't hear what Qin Xia said at all, and was completely immersed in the past? In doubt and contemplation.
It wasn't until Qin Xia picked up a Guards helmet and put it on Tarke's head, the communication channel was invaded and cracked, and a familiar voice reached Tarke's ears that the soul's thoughts were brought back to reality.
"Talk, I'm sorry." Brown invaded the communication channel, and his first sentence was an apology.
"Is what he said true?" Tucker asked coldly.
"Ten...nine times out of ten." Brown said.
“So you are a good person now.” Tarke did not worry about which of Qin Xia’s words were true and which were false. “You are now on the side of the winner and have become Nukaili. One of the liberators of the Asian free people, and I became a smelly mad king and died in the garbage heap of history.”
"I lied to you, I'm not a good person." Brown said, "I have always done whatever it takes to achieve the goal in my heart, whether it was when I wanted to return Nuceria to that paradise, or when I realized that it was impossible. The goal is to change Nuceria, and I will do whatever it takes to achieve these goals."
"As an artificial life form"
"What I need is not good or bad evaluation. , What I need is a program-like target execution process, this is the meaning of my existence."
Brown's last words reached Tucker's ears.
Talk's soul is still sitting on the ground, but it has no emotions, and looks more like a corpse.
"You should have come with me back in Desia City. I said we could go find those gladiators and change our goals... I have watched you grow up, and I regard you as a tool, but I also regard you as a close friend. ...We..."
"I have been a ridiculous lunatic from beginning to end!"
Talk interrupted Brown with a roar.
"I have been played, hated, and ravaged! All the time! I hate that I chose to tie myself to a defensive device instead of remaining physical!"
"On the day the city of Desia fell, I should have detonated everything I could, and sent this hellish place called Nuceria to the sky with all of you!"
"Now I know that destruction is what I want!"
"I should have destroyed you and Nuceria together that day! I regret it so much...I..."
The void shield suddenly roared, as if it had detected something and activated the corresponding function. Tarke's soul gradually dissipated until finally not even an afterimage remained.
Angron originally thought that Tarke's soul would affect the void shield, causing it to overload or something more terrible would happen, but Tarke dissipated in a roar.
(End of this chapter)