Sartre Morse should be a dead man. Under the influence of the "suggestion technique" cast by Alex, he pierced his head with a pistol - the bullet penetrated from the upper part of his left eye, and flew out from the skull in the upper part of his right ear - Alex left immediately when he saw this scene, and did not grab his soul to crush or devour as usual. At that time... his attention was almost all his attention on the new soul gem - but, no matter what, this was an unnecessary negligence.

The influence of this fragile, barren but safe, warm plane may be greater than he thought...

The sudden dehumidification air formed a cold vortex silently in the constant temperature secret room. People who could not escape from their influence could not help but tremble slightly. However, in their cognition, this coldness came entirely from their own psychological effects - worse than any of their speculations, Sartre Morse did not ask for it.

It is not a matter of driving a particle collision machine for one or two hours, and it is not something that a few people can complete. This plan is huge and meticulous. The people involved may be able to follow the sacred world and at least hundreds of famous scholars. Then, Sartre Morse is a member of the Zetian royal family and a "messenger of God" in Zetian. A crazy believer. If he really wants to show the power of science, probably few people will believe it. Moreover, more than one person thinks of the extreme sect in Zetian where actions and beliefs are as radical and violent as they are.

But no matter what sect or organization it is, how incredible or rude it is to make a request, it is better than the current situation - they are facing a madman who wants nothing to do.

"No, I don't have any conditions." Satter said politely, "I just want to show the greatness and indesecration of science - before people are increasingly returning to the bewitching of narrow-minded ideas." He said coldly, "Since you think the benefits of science give to mankind are insignificant, can disasters leave you a deeper impression? For knives and candies, humans always remember the former more and more..." He paused suddenly, as if he had discovered something, and then he once again showed that twisted smile, "Well, you don't have to use other methods, others to try to save this ending... I think you should know that there are indeed some people who want to make some demands, but... they no longer exist now, you don't need to make things difficult for you, just like that, please don't be too grateful to me."

Everyone's hearts sank with his words, their expressions suddenly became stiff, and their bodies tensed involuntarily. Sartre Morse saw their expressions on the display screen, and he laughed sneeredly, obviously being able to play these real nobles in their hands and make him feel extremely happy - he calmly admired their anxiety, anxiousness, anxiety or other bad emotions, and finally frankly told everyone watching this special program that, as Aku had previously explained, this noose formed by the integration of high technology, alchemy and ancient culture, had an extremely simple solution - the boiling people were silent... This was no longer just a problem for one person, one family, and one country.

In the deadly silence, Sartre swept his hair up, and the high-precision camera lens allowed people to see the hideous scars between his hair. He pulled out his pistol from his coat and pressed it to the familiar place and started again - what he had not done last time was done perfectly this time. The bullet was obviously "modified" and directly flew half of his skull.

"It's really annoying to have no fear." This is the last sentence he left to the world.

No one understands it, but it doesn't matter anymore - the final time limit is less than twenty hours.

People continue to think of ways... all kinds of strange and strange, and whenever possible, people are willing to give up. What they want to give up in the end are those hostages facing the state of dying. As superiors, facing the threat of death at any time is almost a necessary quality. Although they are worthy of respect in the end, they have their own image to maintain. When they know there is no hope, shouting, blaming others or making themselves embarrassed is not the best choice for these big names.

The president of the Western Continental Federation first proposed an emergency plan to Congress and the government with the help of a video dialogue system that is still operating. During the president's term, the president will die or otherwise fail to perform his duties, and his work will be taken over by the vice president. Although the president is still alive, his lifetime is less than one day. This plan is naturally passed, and the vice president began to hand over the president through the screen... The type of electromagnetic waves that can pass through the barrier has been fixed, but the frequency band transponders on the satellite and connected live broadcast equipment can be set up in many sets. For the Pope election, dozens of media carried corresponding live broadcast equipment and had their own generator sets. In order to issue notices, the Holy See also stored a sufficient number of display screens in order to issue notices. They gathered in the Plaza of San Angels to set up a two-way video dialogue device for each leader or ruler.

In fact, they don’t have much to say. After all, the signals sent by this satellite almost cover the entire eastern and western continents. Every country also has corresponding deputy, successors, governments, cabinets, and presbyterians, and other functional machines that maintain the operation of the country. They are just trying to minimize the possibility of social unrest. In any case, the whole thing is handled properly, and may not have too many adverse consequences, but it sounds really terrible.

After a brief darkness, the screen switched, and Her Majesty of Sardinia appeared on the screen. She first thanked the staff who had been busy for her for hours, and then walked gently to the large screen that was ten feet wide. On the screen, her son, Sardinia's crown prince, the future king, was walking towards her from the crowd - how wonderful, they were so close that they could touch it with a stretch of their hand.

Her Majesty the Queen did, and she reached out and pressed it on the screen.

"Alex..." she yelled in a low voice, and the voice collector on the side delivered her voice to every corner of Sardinia. The people of Sardinia waited quietly with breathing. Her Majesty the Queen moved her lips, and fine lines symbolizing hesitation were piled up between her eyebrows. She took a deep breath, raised her hand and pressed her chest, closed her eyes slightly, and then opened it. This movement was repeated several times. This was the first time that people saw Her Majesty, who was gentle and tolerant but would never be indecisive when necessary, so hesitant.

"Alex..."

"Yes, I'm here," replied the Undead, staring at the screen and placing his finger on the palm of Her Majesty's Queen.

Her Majesty stared at him tightly and shook her head gently, as if she was about to reject what she was going to do, but in the end, she moved closer to the screen and pressed her other hand on it, pressing it on the chest of Alex's image.

"Oh, Alex, my Alex," she shouted with emotion: "Mom, how much you want to see you sitting on the throne wearing a crown and be a little king."

...

Ah... It is conceivable that she had a reason to do this... The Undead thought indifferently that although she once said that if she really could not accept being a king, she would let Sardinian enter the republic - but now... after all, can Ferdinand's glory end in her own hands?... The human mind is always changing.

The sea of ​​consciousness is turbulent, but suddenly, the omnipresent and huge invisible power suppresses all the soul gems that often wander outside, such as "goddess" and "golden green", in the darkest place, and their connection with the outside world is forced to be cut off - they can only wait quietly... waiting for their master's summon.

"You once asked your guard to bring me a message," unexpectedly, the crown prince did not give a positive answer or the kind of response that people would like to do. He lowered his head slightly, his black hair drooped, covering his eyes from the side, his voice low and clear: "But he couldn't do it--so, can you repeat it? The last sentence you asked him to convey--I want to know."

Her Majesty was silent for a moment, and then she answered the question very simply: "Ah... don't come," she smiled and said, "Don't come."

It's dangerous here, Alex, so don't come.

Her Majesty the Queen also has dark wizards and dark creatures around her. The nightmare that can travel through different spaces at will is not a secret for this most noble woman of Sardinia - of course, she did not know how much nightmare can do, nor did she understand the real power of the so-called Rooneyvan barrier and artificial black holes. Perhaps, this creature that Alex can control and control can bring her out from the mouth of this greedy god of death - she wanted to survive, and she had too little time with Alex, and she had not seen him wear a crown - or opened the door to freedom for him with her own hands. She promised that if Alex was not willing to be king, she would exhaust her last bit of strength for Sardin to embark on the road of republic.

But she cannot put Alex in danger because of herself. He can do it for the country, for the people, for the duties and obligations - this is the fate of the royal family, but not for her, even if it is only possible.

Alex would be angry because he was a good kid with no ambitions, and he was very suitable to be king, but he didn't like the position - but she couldn't let him face a chaotic Sardinian - if he changed from constitutional monarchy to republic, the process would be almost certain.

"Then..." At the moment when everyone was about to feel pain in their lungs because they held their breath for too long, Alex finally nodded: "I think I can give it a try."

He said calmly, as if he had just taken another visit or visited the orphanage.

Her Majesty the Queen continued to smile, and shed tears at the same time...!~!
Chapter completed!