Chapter 1502 Moon War (14)

The ambassador listened quietly and slowly twirled the wine glass in his hand.

The damp smell of the storm came from the window. Rain is very rare during this season, especially freezing rain.

"It is said that a certain alien queen was enamored of him, but he only cared about the mathematical theories developed by that civilization. Compared to the beautiful alien queen's bedroom, he was more interested in the advanced knowledge in the library. At that time, he was in the center of the galaxy. He was wandering in that extremely high-quality area, and the flow of time was different from ours. Only a few years had passed since he became the pirate king."

It seems that in order to warm his body, Victor von Doom never lets the glass in his hand be empty.

"But He just loves the earth and mankind, so He came back, and not long ago he killed a god who was trying to restart the Earth's ecosystem. He recognized himself as a relatively large ant, and believed that all humans can be harmonious with each other. He is equally powerful and wise, even if it takes countless years of evolution. He hopes that humans can exist forever and solve many ancient philosophical problems. He believes that at that time, the height of thought of the human race will reach an unprecedented level."

"A very interesting legend, so how did you learn about it?" The ambassador shrugged, unmoved, at least on the surface. The chat-like conversation environment also makes the otherwise serious office less tense. "Even in modern times, there will be rulers who claim to be immortal and try to maintain their rule with fear. I don't want to question your story, but this story. After all, the high technology of the Yugoslav Federation and Mars will not appear for no reason. It must be supported by basic mathematical theories and basic physical theories before it can appear. It is not completely impossible for the emperor to be immortal. Even so, how long can he maintain this idea? "

"So I am here, Mr. Ambassador. I am responsible for establishing a system of his ideals, and he will be the driving force for continuous reform of this system and avoiding corruption, because he does not belong to any interest group. Violence is the guarantee of power. , He is the representative of extreme violence, so He has the highest ruling power. As an idealist, He never worries about starting over from scratch, just like He overthrew religion and the comprador group government and rebuilt a new order. When He put down his sword, When you take off your armor, the official documents that you handle every day can fill this room. I believe that there is such a figure in your country's history books, and such a king will become a benchmark for cultural recognition in future generations."

"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Regent," the ambassador said. "You can't convince others by saying, 'I know I'm right.' That's not a valid reason."

“We simply cannot sit around the same table without extreme violence,” Regent Victor von Doom said with a smile. “Violence is necessary to negotiate at the table regardless of ideology. We need to rely on violence at this stage, and we will also need to rely on violence in the future. You can regard me as a madman, Mr. Ambassador, but you know that what I am talking about is the underlying law of how the world operates, and the obstacles encountered by all reforms of the emperor. Those with vested interests who try to obstruct Him need to be violently eliminated. I believe that the consequences of the failure to completely sweep away the old order were already evident in the independence movements of the last century, even in the Yugoslav federation under Tito. We will not Never make the same mistake again."

"So you must rely on violence to speak?"

"I have to rely on violence so that people will listen to me, including you." Regent Victor von Doom pointed to the battle map, "Some people don't need to listen to me, because there is no need, and only thoroughness is waiting for them. Extinction. We are now getting down to philosophical matters, Mr. Ambassador, and I retain my good intentions and you do not.”

"How many?"

"A rough estimate, about two hundred thousand. Each one is a superpower and there are many wizards."

The strong wind squeezed into the room through the cracks in the window, causing ripples on the surface of the golden wine.

"Everyone will die?"

"Civilians who pass the genetic test can survive. Taking into account inbreeding and the caste system, about 30% of the survivors can pass. He will not leave the alien empire's genetic slave warrior caste around the human homeland, nor will The moon will not be left at risk of being contaminated by witchcraft."

“There are more and more things I don’t understand,” the ambassador said. “Why do you exist?”

"Have you ever heard of a sandbox base in the Sahara Desert?"

"During the Hydra rebellion, Black Widow released many files. I know the sandbox base, which is a base used by SHIELD to store dangerous items. It is hidden in a secret no-man's land."

"For thousands of years, any country or region where we found the abuse of witchcraft would be thoroughly cleansed to ensure that there would not be any incomprehensible residue of horror that would incur incurable diseases in the human spirit. I must emphasize that in order to cleanse For the witchcraft pollution caused by one person, we will not hesitate to kill hundreds or thousands of people, because that kind of terror will drive more people to madness, and death will be the best gift. It is a Pandora's box that is opening There have always been people who thought they could control what was in the box, but no sane creature in this universe can."

"I heard threats."

"Yes, it's a threat." Victor von Doom said, "SHIELD tried it once, and their computers were contaminated and killed the entire base of soldiers. The entire space was stuck in a time loop and never ended. Repeating the increasingly horrific killings endlessly. So the emperor killed all living things in that base, including the rescue troops deep inside, who were also burned to ashes, and the ashes were sent into the sun, because anyone who came into contact with that thing did not return to normal. possibility. Come with me, Mr. Ambassador, I have arranged a flight for you. Seeing is believing, and you will understand why genetic testing is needed and why witchcraft needs to be banned."

"So you and your emperor must master extreme violence to combat this unspeakable horror?"

"Yes. To be precise, He controls extreme violence." The smile disappeared, and the expression on the Regent's face was like the dark clouds of a storm. "That is the curse and talent that humans are born with, and it is a thorny road towards eternity. We must ensure that everyone can stay away from that irresistible thing and achieve the destiny of humans to rule the galaxy."

If there's anything in this country that conveys violence without the use of words, it's the tall, genetically modified warriors. What gives genetically modified warriors this reputation is not their muscular development, tall stature, lightning-quick reaction speeds, and cold and ruthless eyes, but the brutal weapons in their hands. Launching large-caliber armor-piercing high-explosive warheads, the high temperature released by micro-nuclear fusion can even burn the human body under attack until only a charred skeleton is left.

Only in rare cases will genetically modified warriors act in an organized manner, and only in rare cases will ordinary people see the horror of hundreds of bolters shooting at the same time - whether it is solid armor or The thick composite armor of armored vehicles will be completely stripped and shattered by the violent torrent of high-temperature metal. No enemy can stand in front of the firepower of genetically modified warriors - but this time, genetically modified warriors surrounded corridors and rooms. Fighting begins in every room, and weird witchcraft and the so-called superpowers specialized in mutated genes bring endless troubles to the genetically modified warriors.

Assembly point D, this is a term used in the Moon Battle, specifically used to refer to the starting point of the civilian clan freight light rail. Layers of metal carriages are densely stacked together with the useless front ends, completely twisted into a mass of rusty metal, black A waste mountain of motor oil and aging automated transportation systems. In the past, products from heavy and labor-intensive industries such as machinery and chemical products produced in the lower production areas still buried in the moon rock were transported to the city via freight elevators and this track at all times. But since the lower-level factories were shut down, power was cut off, and Attilan's main communication system was paralyzed, this transportation track came to a complete halt. A battle broke out here, and it didn't last long. The armored tracks slowly crushed the deformed bones that were scorched by the heat of the bolt warheads. The ventilation system that had been taken away was completely unable to blow away the stench of burned biological muscles and grease.

Amon was certain that this was not an Attilan attempt to seize the place in order to regain the toilet paper.

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