Warlord

Word count: 5421Update time: 2012-12-29 20: 03: 00

“I don’t remember. So you’re a war maniac.” Kaiser spoke in a somewhat lazy manner. However, his indifferent expression made it seem as if he was not joking.

Andre pretended to be joking. He made a “so what?” gesture and said, “War is just a means. If it can be resolved peacefully, I don’t want to waste my time on it.” But then again, if we don’t go down this planet through the war, how are we to find out where Mother is? ”

Upon hearing the word “mother,” Kaiser’s expression became unnatural. “Master Ander, with the resources we currently have, we can’t afford to lose you. It doesn’t matter whether we dig up the ‘mother’ or not. ”

“You are wrong, dear brother.” Andre shook his head and laughed: “You should know how closely this week’s berserk evolution of organisms is related to ‘Mother’. Kaiser, although we are already at the peak of our strength, we are only a few steps away from reaching the final thirteenth step. But even if we are able to reach the thirteenth step, we are still like a cricket this week. We will have the power to destroy the core of the earth, but we will have to protect it carefully. Why? “Because we live in its prison…”

Andre suddenly stood up, and his eyes were filled with a crazy light. “Such a life is not perfect. Only by becoming a life form like the life form of a ‘mother’, which can freely soar through the universe, can it be perfect. “Think about it, Kaiser. We will truly abandon the human skin, and become as beautiful as ugly insects breaking out of their cocoons and turning into butterflies!”

Hearing Ander’s incomparably passionate words, Kaiser’s expression didn’t change at all. However, in his heart, he had a cold word for Ander: crazy.

That’s right, Andre was a madman, a madman with terrible destructive powers. Caesar had known this from a long time ago. But he still rode Andre’s chariot without hesitation. In the life of Caesar, there was a time before he met Andre that he could not look back on. In that red memory, he had witnessed far too much insanity.

Since the world had gone mad, it would not do to let it go mad a little bit more. Caesar thought so, but he could not achieve the madness of André. In his heart, there were still things like faith and rules. In the pyramid of Asmer’s power, Caesar had no Andre’s madness, no Tess’s concentration, no Albert’s cruelty, no Nicholas’s insight into the future. He only had a merciful heart, but in this cruel world, mercifulness was not needed. So Caesar wrapped it with indifference, and with pain he forgot the mercy.