This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-04-22

Chapter 253 Jordan does not need the Gospel

“Large Dams Jordan Dam, Medium Dams Aswan Dam, Kamin Dam, Tula The dams were all damaged to varying degrees, because the pressure brought by the high-intensity precipitation exceeded expectations, and the flood relief was requested!”

“The water level on the coastline of Lianke has risen sharply, and the three surrounding farms and a factory have been affected. The third city defense army is rushing to prepare for disaster relief!”

“The city’s drainage system has a rejection reaction, and the water level of the six streets has risen too fast to be eliminated.”

“ The third floor below the standard floor of Minke Street was submerged, and the water level continued to rise. The surrounding water controllers have gone to help with drainage, but with little success!”

“Water pollution has occurred in Luma Street, and there are unknown germs. Invasion, ask for medical professional support!”

“The drainage system in Mulik Street is damaged and the water level is rising.”

“Flood! Flood! Flood in Minke Street! Request for support , ask for help!”

Twenty minutes of bad news about the floods coming one after another. Some Zhou Li answered, but more Zhou Li kept silent.

Gradually, the voices reporting the disaster subsided a lot. A sense of despair began to spread across the city. The rising water level, the cloudy sky, and the cry of despair, in this former British Pearl, people gradually realize that their hero is not omnipotent, and he seems unable to resist in the face of natural disasters.

The officials and soldiers also gradually became disappointed. Some chose to give up their positions and began to prepare to go to the refuge area with their families. Some remained at their posts, ready to sacrifice.

However, only two armies did not have any changes. The Templar Knight Legion and the city defenses disappeared when the flood broke out, and people have no energy to speculate whether the two armies are alive or dead, fleeing or losing contact. Even A Zi didn’t know what the two direct armies under Zhou Li were doing.

The wind was howling outside the window, the rain was pouring, and the dense rain curtain made people breathless. Zhou Li stared at the soldiers and civilians shouting on the street with a calm expression.

“What are you waiting for?”

Torea pushed open the door, her voice was cold, “Will this city be destroyed by this torrential rain?”

“You never came to me before.”

Zhou Li didn’t answer directly, he looked away, turned his head, and said lightly: “It’s rare that you come to me on your own initiative. .”

“You promised these people.”

Torea’s expression was frosty, she stood in front of Zhou Li, without the hesitation and hesitation before. , “You told them that you would bring happiness and equality to these people.”

“Yes, I promised.”

Zhou Li nods, a commitment to himself No concealment, “I said, I’ll let them get through this plague safely.”

“Oh, wordplay?”

hearing this, to Leia seemed to understand something, she laughed in disappointment, and rarely, her expression showed a mocking look, “Do they still deserve your hero to play word games? Indeed, the flood is not a plague.”

Zhou Li heard Torreya’s mocking meaning, he laughed, he didn’t spray Torreya’s fried irony and scorching satire as usual, this time, he was surprisingly gentle.

“Remember the magic car problem?”

The rain did not reduce anything, Zhou Li stood in the dim room and asked indifferently: “Kill one person, save another Six people. And let the magic car run over six people and let the one person who shouldn’t have died survive, what would you choose?”

“You said that when human life is placed on the scale of trading No matter what you choose, you cannot use justice to cover up this kind of behavior.”

Staring at Zhou Li’s eyes, Torreya’s voice trembled a little, “What you are doing now is what you want to do. Do you want it?”

“I’ll ask you again.”

Without answering Torreya’s inquiry, Zhou Li wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn’t. Knowing how to smoke, he just pinched his eyebrows, and then said to Torreya behind him: “If the magic car problem is not a choice between one person and six people, but a city, a country, and even a world, how would you choose?”

“Will you save the city and then watch the world collapse, and the saved city will not survive in the end. Or will you choose to give up the city and save the vast world?”

When the question was uttered by Zhou Li, Torreya suddenly felt suffocated. She felt that her chest seemed to be firmly pressed by a boulder, her heart was clenched by an invisible hand, and a great pressure was constantly eroding her nerves.

One person and six people, Torreya can easily make a choice. She would think that that person was not the target of death. If she changed the trajectory of the vehicle with her own hands and crushed him to death, she would be killing someone.

However, when one person and six people become a city and this world, everything is different.

The city and the world are incomparable, because the city is wrapped by the world. If this world collapses, even if the city escapes the first catastrophe, it will die together when the world collapses. But if the death of the city will save the world, Torreya can’t solve the problem with the answer to the magic car problem.

“Is there no way?”

The time seems to be stretched, very slowly, very slowly. Torreya’s voice was a little hoarse, and she asked helplessly: “Can we just watch Jordan be destroyed?”

“Why do you care so much about this city?”

Looking at Torreya’s face, Zhou Li asked with doubts: “You are not from this city-state at all, you are not even a creature of this world. Why do you care so much about them, care that these have nothing to do with you Irrelevant people?”

“I…”

Torea dumbfounded, yes, why does she care about these people and this city-state? From the first day she came to this world, she was ready to destroy this world. She has never been a messenger of justice, and she remembers deeply what the life Goddess said to her when she appeared on the borders of Magnum.

“You’re a hero…you should protect them.”

After saying this, a self-deprecating look appeared on Torreya’s face. She knew how pale her words were. But she didn’t know what to say anymore, a ghost of a foreign world, a wandering ghost who was given a “disaster” by the gods and changed temporarily, what qualifications could another person have for someone who has nothing to do with him? Cities give their lives.

You are the Demon King, why should you care about them?

Without saying this, Zhou Li just silently stared at the heavy rain outside the window. A solemn atmosphere pervaded the room with only two people. Torreya wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say anything. She could only stare blankly at Zhou Li’s back, feeling the heavy weight of time on her shoulders.

Suddenly, Zhou Li spoke up.

“If I’m just a hero, I don’t care about the lives of these people at all. Because I know that the gods who gave me this identity are a bunch of retarded people with bad intentions tattooed on their foreheads. , I don’t have the consciousness to work underworld for them.”

extend the hand, the black mist gradually dispersed in Zhou Li’s hand, he closed his eyes and felt the heartbeat and pulse of the city.

“But, I’m here, not just hero.”

The right hand is clenched, the sword is condensed, Zhou Li opens his eyes, he opens his mouth, the sound is like a bell, shaking over the entire city-state.

“The people of Jordan have not reached the moment of despair.”

The soldiers who responded to the disaster heard it, the civilians heard it, and the aristocratic bureaucrats who went to the shelter heard it.

Jordan, heard that too.

“You called for the king, and he was not here.”

“You called for the gods, and they never answered.”

How his words were delivered to In everyone’s ears?

Soon, Torreya got the answer.

On the day Zhou Li took office as the Grand Consul, he had forcefully distributed a black paper to every family. This piece of paper is seen as a proof of access to relief supplies.

Now, it is still a certificate, but no longer a certificate of relief supplies.

This is the proof of becoming a subject of the Dark Emperor.

“Now, you’re calling me, I hear it.”

The voice of Divine Vestige pervades every inch of Jordan, everyone, everyone with black paper All heard his voice.

That’s the voice of a tyrant who walks in the dark.

But now, the voice was full of conquest and tyranny, but the people who heard it felt an inexplicable sense of stability. They don’t need comfort, no blessing, and no need for pity now. Now they need a monarch who can lead them to break through this natural disaster.

Moreover, they can feel the tenderness in the darkness. It is a kind of cyan, which makes people feel the tenderness of life. It was free, happy tenderness.

“Pick up the contract that represents life.”

The voice sounded again, and people seemed to have obtained some magic power and put down their work. They extended the hand, picked up the black paper beside them, and got together.

“Then, read it aloud.”

The thunder roared, and the countless lightnings in the dark clouds began to rage. Just as the sound sounded again, the rainstorm became even more terrifying. Every inch of the city was filled with light and thunder, suffocating.

But it is this suffocating despair that makes those people whose nerves have long been tense and whose eyes are gradually occupied by black completely give up their reason. They extended the hand and caught the last straw.

The thunder roared, and the rain came into being. The short characters on the black paper are like the keys to this disaster, continuously releasing a terrifying flood. It seems that even the natural disaster wants to make the black paper completely black, so that people can stay away from this paper with disaster. However, the natural disaster failed, and he underestimated people’s desire to survive. Also underestimated, Dark Emperor.

Finally, the sound of reading aloud sounded.

“The great monarch descended from the abyss.”

“He is the ruler of grievance, tyranny, fear, darkness, he is the Conqueror of fear in the world, he is, Supreme The Dark Emperor.”

“I don’t believe in Spiritual God, Heaven and Earth, or the past. We would like to light a torch in the eternal night and follow the Dark Emperor who rules the abyss to the misty future.”

“I will acknowledge allegiance to the Dark Emperor of Supreme Supreme, and I will become the Dark Emperor’s most loyal subject.”

The thunder ceased, and the rain curtain froze.

As if time had stopped, Jordan’s pulse stopped beating.

Toreia, who witnessed everything, stared blankly at Zhou Li in front of her. Obviously he was just standing in front of a glass window, but at this time Zhou Li was like a king patrolling the territory, Supreme majesty.

Elma stepped aside, holding her hero and the Book of Gaia. The former is the source of Zhou Li’s power, while the latter is the source of black paper.

That’s right, those papers that contain the laws of the Dark Emperor come from the Book of Gaia.

“My King.”

Walking slowly and gracefully to Zhou Li’s side, Elma put down the two books and gently held Zhou Li’s left hand with her right hand. She stared at Zhou Li’s profile, her voice soft as water: “It’s time to do what we should do.”

What is the right thing to do?

Torea was a little confused at this time, but soon, she understood.

It is what the monarch should do to save his people.

So, how to save it?

“The monarch is naturally a gift to the subjects who strive to survive.”

The sincere belief of millions of people in desperate situations is enough to make Zhou Li a god-given existence. However, Zhou Li did not absorb this power.

He chose to give these powers to his subjects.

“But the subjects of the Dark Emperor should not ask for the salvation of others.”

The power spread from the network called “Faith”, spreading to everyone who prayed to Zhou Li. Inside the Jordanian body. Soon, the power condensed by faith was rewarded by the monarch to his subjects.

“Go and save yourself.”

“Hope after despair is what you deserve.”

People who finished their prayers Standing up, people who have been trapped in this city as professionals, who are almost forgetting their profession find themselves no longer weak. The torrential rain in the sky is like a powerless wailing at this time, and the thunder is just a bravado.

We are the subjects of the Dark Emperor, what are you?

“You gave them power?”

Facing Torreya’s question behind him, Zhou Li lowered the sword of power to the ground and said solemnly: “If there is only power, Not enough.”

“What I really gave them was dignity and courage.”

“Don’t forget, eighty percent of the city under your feet is People with occupations. Their spines have long been bent due to the oppression of life, they just mechanically control the power in their bodies, repeating the work of occupations constantly.”

Clenching hands, slowly loosening On, Zhou Li’s voice was convincingly firm.

“What they need is never power, what they want is someone who will truly give them dignity and allow them to save themselves.”

When the first The builder picked up the hammer, pushed open the locked door, came to the end of the street, raised the hammer, and struck the first hammer on the flood protection device that was about to be abandoned. When a crisp humming sound came out, the thunder seemed to weaken. . Immediately afterwards, the cries for help and prayers began to dissipate, but instead, the roars of people with hope ran through the sky.

“Jordan, no need for the Gospel.”

(End of this chapter)