Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds Chapter 458 – Chapter 458: 458

Chapter 458: 458
Let Him Go!

Time flew by.

From morning to afternoon, one second, one minute, one hour.

The locusts covered the sky and the sun as they headed east from Biagon.

With the help of the wind, they moved at an astonishing speed, much faster than ordinary locust swarms. This was because ordinary locusts migrated to look for food, but they never stopped and only followed the orders of war.

The satellite images showed the area where the signal was blocked, and the speed at which the locusts were moving. The real-time images of the scene were also received by the national departments of various countries. The terrifying gathering was like the scene of the end of the world. The horn of destruction had already been blown. According to the calculations of high-altitude navigation, the area of the moving locust swarm had reached hundreds of square kilometers… No one doubted whether they could swallow up a small country of more than 2,000 square kilometers.

In the face of such a disaster, the strength of humans was insignificant.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the people of Moani heard the bad news even though they were late to realize it.

Because Comora was once a French colony… Or rather, it had always been until recently. It was just that the way it ruled and influenced was more secretive.

Since there was influence, since there was colonization, since Big Bob, who was a white glove, had always controlled the lifeblood of several major countries in Comora, since France had always exerted influence on this small country, and could even maintain military bases and garrison troops in this country…

Therefore, there had always been traitors who yearned for a free and prosperous ” democratic ” life, did not hesitate to abandon their ancestors and country, and were willing to be dogs for the West with ill intentions.

Under the command, these chess pieces that had been buried for a long time were once again activated.

Rumors, riots.

It was difficult to tell the loyalty and treachery of the large influx of people these two days.

When order was in order and the people were united, these lackeys, who were moved by Fabixi's promises and temptations, could play a very limited role. But now, the swarm of insects was pressing down on the border, and a storm was coming. Even those who realized it later could smell something wrong. Therefore, fear grew, and evil multiplied, giving evil an opportunity to take advantage of.

A terrifying disaster was about to descend.

We were all sacrificed.

Kant was not a guardian. He was a demon. He had made a deal with the king. His messenger had arrived and was about to collect his tribute, giving the king eternal youth and strength.

Otherwise, why would the king have us come here and not allow us to leave?

Such news quietly spread.

Evil thoughts were growing.

It was said that when humans gathered together, their thinking ability and intelligence would plummet.

They would even believe some rumors and instigations that even they felt were very stupid after the incident.

Especially in a panic, this situation would become even more serious.

Moani was not only made up of the locals who had experienced the disaster of war, but also the people who had been urgently summoned and escorted here. The former had witnessed Kant's actions with their own eyes and received his grace, while the latter had mostly heard about it and not seen it with their own eyes. What they heard was false, and they were suspicious.

If one side firmly believed while the other side doubted, there would be quarrels and even conflicts.

In fact, if more people doubted him, his conviction would waver.

Because Kant, Guardian Kant, Chief Kant… He had never shown up.

“Citizens of Corolla, I am here! Me! Chakat II! Your king! I'm here!

I didn't run away, I didn't abandon you, just like before!”

The king's figure appeared on the street. He stood on the slowly moving roof of the car, holding a loudspeaker, and shouted at the people. This was the meaning of his rejection of the ambassador's proposal and not taking refuge in the embassy.

Under such circumstances, with fear and unease constantly growing, if he disappeared, the situation would probably completely go out of control…The people in the city would kill each other until Moani was destroyed, so he had to stay. He had to stay with the people.

Even if what the ambassador said was true…There was no point in doing so.

“Your Majesty! What exactly happened? Someone said the locusts are coming this way!”

“Where's the Eagle God Guardian? Where is the chief?”

“Why don't you let us leave! I want to go to the east to find my uncle!”

One question after another was thrown out from the crowd. The king pursed his lips, his heart filled with pain and torture. This was the curse of being a king. Sometimes, one had to bear the burden of doubt and even anger.

This was because the people were short-sighted and could only see what was in front of them. This was not their fault because ordinary people just wanted to live well. They hoped that they would not have to worry about food and clothing, that they would not have to panic because of danger. They hoped that a powerful guardian would appear again and save them from disaster…And he came back immediately.

But the king knew that Kant could not return now.

Just like everyone else, he thought that Kant was rushing to France in an attempt to establish a successful deterrence and coercion. In this patient competition, he would grab Faberci's weakness and use the French to exert pressure on Big Bob to force him to give up on attacking Moani. This was a gamble.

Returning too early meant that all his previous efforts had been wasted and that his gamble had failed.

It meant that the Frenchman and Big Bob had the last laugh.

Therefore, he had to grit his teeth and persevere. He had to persevere until the situation was irreversible.

However, he understood and acknowledged this logic, but he could not tell the people.

This was because the people did not understand the concept of a weak country. They did not understand the concept of victory if they persevered. They were weak and helpless. They only wanted to avoid suffering and protect their lives and their families. Therefore, they did not care about competing with the French in terms of patience. They only hoped that Kant would give up everything he was doing and return immediately.

The king could understand this feeling.

He understood the people's difficulties and uneasiness too well, which was why he felt pain.

Compared to the ” short-sightedness ” of the people, his ” foresight ” and ” view of the big picture ” were based on the premise of putting the people in danger. He even treated the lives of the people as chips and numbers that could be used up. This was indeed what a ruler should do. Only by being rational and calm could he ensure the greater and long-term interests of the country and benefit more people…He knew he had to do this.

However, it did not stop him from feeling pain.

This was the responsibility that a ruler had to bear and…Suffering.

As the king of a weak country, all he could do was stand up.

Facing everything, he gritted his teeth and held on, bearing everything.

He even used the official tone that he hated the most in the past to deal with it, saying words that sounded very fake and empty.

” I assure you that the disaster will pass. Believe me, and trust Kant…”

” He is working hard for victory and will come back when we need help!”

“Trust me! The people of Corora! My people!”

He roared at the top of his lungs. The car passed through ruins and charred Urban area. Along the way, he saw pairs of eyes filled with uneasiness, fear, and sorrow.

He even doubted it.

Even hostility.

Numbness, poverty, weakness, ignorance, laziness, ignorance, living a sad life, yearning for the prosperity of developed countries, being bought over by petty profits, being incited by vicious words, being guided by evil intentions, fearing and flattering the white people from the bottom of their hearts… This was the general description of the people in this country, this region, and even this continent.

But even so, they were still citizens he swore to protect.

“Trust me!”

For a few hours, the car wandered in the city. He had drunk many bottles of water, and his throat was burning. Even the most eloquent speaker would be at a loss for words after a long speech.

Besides, the king had nothing to say.

In the end, he could only shout hoarsely through the loudspeaker, and his voice was transmitted for a long time.

“Trust me!”

He could only say so.

“I am your king! I'm here! Look at me! I won't run! I will be with you!”

“So trust me!”

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the swarm of bugs was already close to the border between Biragon and Comora.

Around this time, the ” military observation groups ” from various countries arrived in supersonic planes. Extraordinaires with supernatural powers from various countries landed around Moani by air. Before that, they saw the terrifying swarm of insects surging in the west.

Several members of the Chinese special task force arrived at the embassy.

People from other countries quietly entered the city.

Some were waiting with great interest, some were seizing the time to report the situation to their country, and some were looking in the direction of the Chinese Embassy with meaningful eyes.

Most of the people's attention was focused on the black man who was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

I heard that that person is the King of Komoira.

“Should we protect him?”

The embassy was on a higher ground. From the rooftop, they could see the cars moving in the distance.

“He'll die,” said the short-haired woman who rarely spoke on the plane.

The instructor thought for a few minutes and finally shook his head slowly.” We have a mission. We can't split up. There are many people from other countries…” The orders from above are to protect Kang Jinzhu at all costs.”

The woman pursed her lips and did not speak.

“What a pity.” On the other side, Buzzcut Bro said,” It's rare to see a black man with guts.”

The King was still trying his best to calm the situation.

However, as the swarm of locusts approached and as time passed, the uneasiness and fear in the hearts of the people became stronger and stronger. Even the officials and the temporarily formed militia were wavering.

The country was weak and poor, and unwavering loyalty was a luxury.

Slowly, even those standing on high ground could see the dust rising in the distance.

Fear continued to spread.

“Liar!”

When they passed by a street, excited shouts came from the crowd.

“You said that the guardian would help us, but where is he now? Where is the Eagle God?”

“We received a signal from the radio station! The French say that an ecological disaster is coming! Let us escape!”

“We have to leave this place! Now!”

The king's voice had already turned hoarse.

“You keep telling us to believe you. Why should we believe you?!” The voice raged.

The king looked for the person who had spoken. When he saw him, his expression became very disappointed.

He looked at the person who spoke and was silent for a moment. The person shrank back and then puffed out his chest.

Chakat II's voice became low as he said,” Just because you're called Brahan, the son of Old Omar. I know you because you applied for relief money for your sick daughter the year before last. I've personally learned about your family situation. You're from Tabra Village. The collapsed bridge between your village and the town of Cedaris was specially approved by the Royal Fund. From the approval to the receipt, I signed it.”

” Why don't you trust your king?” His voice was distorted by the pain in his vocal cords.

The man's expression was flushed red from embarrassment. He looked around in panic and subconsciously took a step back. Your Majesty… I just…”

“I'm sorry,” the king said softly.

Then, he did not look at that person again. He raised his head and looked at the people around him. He was like a walking corpse. His voice was painful and light, and there was no fluctuation in his tone.

“Believe me…”

This scene was also seen by those who were secretly spying on them.

” Look at this pathetic land. Look at these despicable people. How ironic. They are actually questioning the only person in the entire country who has no selfish motives…”

A mocking voice sounded from a building.

The bear-like Frenchman grinned hideously. He carried a huge battle axe on his back and was currently inspecting a ridiculously large shotgun.

With the help of a companion, they silently entered the city and began to prepare.

A middle-sized man with brown curly hair and a high nose was gently pulling the bowstring of an alloy bow. After adjusting it, he was putting arrows into a custom-made quiver. The arrows designed by experts in the fields of dynamics, materials science, engineering, and so on had different functions. Some were filled with poison dart frog poison, while some had a small amount of Cl20 explosives hidden in the arrowheads…He placed them into the quiver according to the order.

” It seems that you have a high opinion of this king,” he said.” This isn't like you, Orus.”

The man spat on the ground and even made a small dent in the old floor.

“Very high evaluation?” Obus said malevolently. No, it was the exact opposite. I hated this so-called king the most. The other black people were despicable, and it was only natural for them to do so. Only this unique fellow was the most annoying. Think about it, a monkey wearing a suit and talking about the good qualities of humans. Such a clumsy imitation was the greatest offense to me…No wonder Mr. President wants him dead.”

The red-haired woman was wearing a tight-fitting combat suit and was tying two armed belts around her body. The tactical belt was filled with tiny, sharp blades that were highly toxic, and the other was a miniature bomb shaped in accordance with the wind. She also put six special grenades on her waist.

“So, gentlemen, is our mission target Kang Jinzhu or this king?”

Obus was the captain, and his eyes flashed with a dark light.

” China has sent people over as well. We just met them, and they're already on standby at the embassy. Although there are six of us and we'll definitely win, it's not appropriate for a conflict of this level to break out.”

Although he was violent and bloodthirsty, he was not brainless. Breaking into the Chinese embassy was one thing, and it was done. After that, it was just a mess, and the higher-ups would not pursue it. However, if he had a conflict with the other side's espers and even had some casualties, that was another matter.

” So, we should follow the original plan given by the Ministry of Defense. When the bugs arrive, they will cooperate with me to besiege the Chinese embassy and break through the Chinese defense. Then, we will go and snatch the people.”

He stood up and lifted the shotgun that was filled with ammunition. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the king.

“Before that, we can find some fun and make this city chaotic.”

He looked cruelly at his companions behind him. Birds of a feather flock together, especially in a combat team with a military background. It was impossible for the members to have different views and conflicts from time to time.

Since they had formed a team and were sent to battle, their way of thinking was generally similar.

“Gentlemen, don't you want to watch a good show?”

” What if this mutated monkey who looks like a wise king dies at the hands of the niggers he swore to protect?” he said with a bloodthirsty smile. This is my favorite fantasy script.”

The situation in the city was getting worse.

“Your Majesty, I think you should leave. No matter where you go, it's better than staying on the streets.”

After 4:20 local time, the situation on the streets became more and more chaotic. There were too many outsiders gathered here. The few mercenaries and militia guards were gradually unable to maintain order because they were also humans. They also had fear and would be shaken…And this was a sign of collapse.

Dimitri personally drove the car to escort the king. At this moment, the former signal flag officer, who had been through hundreds of battles, also felt that something was wrong. He knocked on the roof of the car, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

“I don't mean to pry. I just want to say, Your Majesty, where is Kant? If you or anyone can contact him, now is the time… Otherwise, it will be too late.”

Then, the king walked down from the observation platform on the roof. His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.” Thank you, Russian friend. You and your people will leave at the next intersection. From now on, I will drive. I can do it myself…” I can still hold on for a while.”

“You don't have to go to this extent…” The Russians hesitated.

The King shook his head.” My people are all mistaken about one thing. Kant has no obligation to fight for the sake of the Cormorans. If not a single Cormoran is willing to work hard and make sacrifices to cooperate with his efforts, how can we still have the face to ask for his help? Sigh, just take it that I'm being silly…”

Dimitri was about to say something when a shout came from afar.

“They're coming-”

The swarm of insects had arrived!

Both of them were shocked. Everyone who heard it looked in the west direction in a daze. The sky in the distance gradually darkened because silver-gray clouds were advancing in this direction. Those with binoculars could see it the clearest. Silver snowflakes scattered in the sky and on the ground, like a forbidden domain.

All persuasion, reasoning, concealment, and encouragement were useless.

His firm belief and firm trust instantly collapsed.

There was nothing more destructive than witnessing it with one's own eyes.

The scene instantly turned into fear and exploded.

And in order to vent their fear and gain courage, anger was often the best form.

However, this anger was not directed at the enemy.

The anger born from fear and despair was usually directed at the person who was least likely to become an enemy. It was precisely because of this, because there was no threat, that he could vent his anger without worry.

“Liar!”

“He killed us-”

” This is a conspiracy between him and Kant.”

The lie that could be easily broken in the past had now become the iron-forged truth, and there was no doubt about it.

The angry roars were endless.

Anger surged over like a tidal wave.

The king's hand trembled slightly, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

The successive crises, the unprecedented exhaustion, the helplessness of facing powerful enemies, the despair of constant disasters, the internal backlash, and the self who had been trying hard to protect the people but was criticized and insulted.

At this moment, black mud climbed up his noble and bright soul, causing him to make a wrong step in his extreme fatigue, despair, and anger. He hesitated.

He suddenly felt very tired. He suddenly felt that there was nothing bad about the arrival of the locusts. This country had been ravaged and had no hope. Today was the end of the world for Comora, so there was nothing bad about it. He was already tired.

The moment he was about to press the signal generator, he hesitated.

It was also at this moment that the car suddenly overturned, and the world churned. Then, the car was split open by a sharp blade. Dimitri immediately pulled out his gun, but the next moment, the ax was already placed across his neck.

It left a bloody mark on his neck.

“The Russians…Humph.” Orus said,” Don't kill the white people. These are all Russians…The Russians have also sent people to Komolla. They might be watching us right now, so don't kill them. There's no need to force the Russians to the Chinese side…”

He retracted his axe, kicked Dimitri's gun away, knocked him out, grabbed the king by the neck, and lifted him up. He jumped onto a nearby three-story building.

The guards behind the convoy were either killed or knocked unconscious by his companions.

“Hello, great king. How does it feel to be seen as an enemy by the people?”

His smile was filled with cruel mockery.

The King was exhausted and extremely weak, so he did not speak.

“Choose your way of death. Do you want to be torn to pieces by your own people now, or do you want to watch them be torn to pieces by the bugs before you die? Come, look, look at the hatred in their eyes.”

Orus 'smile grew more and more excited. He was now wearing an alloy armor with a heavy inner lining. He held a battle axe and looked like a brave knight, awe-inspiring.

He raised his battle axe high and shouted,”People of Corolla! I'm from the special operations team of Fabixi! We have been ordered to stop the disaster and save you! And punish the person who colluded with the Chinese devil, Chakat II, the sinner who betrayed the country and the people!”

His voice traveled far and wide, even causing the chaotic crowd to quieten down for a moment…Because in the midst of fear, what they wanted the most was a life-saving straw.

Orus fell into a crazed desire to perform. He looked at the pairs of eyes filled with desire and worship. He lifted the king, who was almost unconscious, and shouted,” Now tell me, Kemorans. How do we deal with this sinner who betrayed the people and put you in danger!”

One of his team members understood and immediately shouted,”Kill him!” Kill him!”

” Kill him!” The sound was the first horn. Then, the spies in the crowd also started to stir.” Kill him!”

Slowly, the brainless one shouted,”Kill him!” Kill him!”

The violent emotions spread at an unbelievable speed. Kill him!”

The voice grew louder and louder.

The weak king raised his head slightly and looked at the vast crowd below. He then looked at the silver-gray wave that swept over from afar and slowly pulled the corners of his mouth.

“How do you feel, Your Majesty?”

“Do you think they're like dogs?” Orus's voice was filled with pleasure.

The waves below were getting bigger and bigger.

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

The king did not move at all, as if he was dead.

But the next moment, an ear-piercing voice cut through the air.

This voice was so sharp that it drowned out everyone's wave. With Zila's electronic voice, the people's fanaticism turned into surprise and astonishment. Everyone turned their heads and saw a man holding the king's loudspeaker on the overturned car. He shouted,” Let go of the king!”

His name was Brahan, the son of Old Omar. He was an ordinary villager in Tabra Village, which was under the jurisdiction of Cedaris Town. The king knew his family situation like the back of his hand.

At this moment, he was being stared at by the endless darkness. His body was trembling, and his lips were trembling. He did not know why he was standing here, and he did not know how he had the courage to do such a thing.

“Release the King!” he shouted, as if he couldn't control his mouth.

“Who are you?” Orus 'eyes darkened. His lackey? Why did you stand out!”

Abraham took a deep breath. His face was red, and his legs were shaking. He stuttered and could not speak, but in the end, he shouted,” Because he knows who I am and you don't!”

The King's body suddenly trembled.

He raised his head, and a complicated gaze flashed in his eyes. He looked at the person below. He was not far away, and his expression could not be seen, but he could see the figure standing upright.

It was like an abstract concept, a kind of…Hope.

In the next moment, blood splattered everywhere. The heavy battle axe whizzed down and split Brahan in half. The blade of the axe sank into the carriage, making a loud noise. At the same time, the king shouted,” No!”

He struggled with all his might, but he met Obus 'bloodthirsty gaze. The Frenchman said gloomily,” Boring. I suddenly don't want to play this game anymore. You…”

” What are you pressing?” Suddenly, his expression froze.” What are you pressing?”

His other hand tore the king's clothes, and a palm-sized device fell out. It rolled on the ground a few times, and there was only a red button on it that flashed a few times.

An extreme sense of unease welled up in his heart.

“Be alert! Kant…”

As he spoke, he exerted force with his left hand, wanting to strangle the king.

However, in the next moment, a black light flashed in the corner of his eye. A hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his left arm!

Orus suddenly turned his head and met a pair of burning eyes at a very close distance.

As the phoenix-like flames soared, the wheel of time spun.

[PS1: 7,000 words!] You always say that I'm broken! But it just so happened that it was written here! Even if it was 7,000 words, it could only go so far! I'm also in despair!

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