Chapter 214 I Refuse
Ding Pingsu lowered his head and squeezed through the narrow steel plate. He looked at the facilities in the room and laughed. "Not bad, a complete style of the high-tech era."
Milo followed closely behind, placing her thin gloves over the buttons and gently closing the door. "Are you having trouble operating it?"
"No~ It should be said that it is simpler. I just need to adapt to it." Ding Pingsu took out a nutrition bar from his arms, tore it open and put it in his mouth, while pressing the keyboard with both hands and moving left and right.
Several operation pages popped up on the screen, and the instructions inside were not reduced to zero and transformed into something incomprehensible. Moreover, each instruction was executed 100%, and there were no frequent bugs due to abnormal reasons.
"Awesome!" Ding Pingsu clacked away at the keyboard, mumbling incoherently, "When the Zeroing Power evolves into a long-range infection effect, I'm going to place Chen Xiao'er's photo before my computer..."
Milo chuckled, "If that day ever comes, everyone will definitely offer their respects. But before that, don't say such things casually. It will affect their fragile nerves."
After she finished speaking, she pulled a chair from the corner, elegantly put her legs together, placed her left hand flat on the armrest, and let her right hand hang at her waist, ready to draw her weapon or activate a magical item at any time.
The workload of debugging the entire line alone is indeed arduous, even Ding Pingsu, who likes to talk while working, has to keep his mouth shut.
Pah. Ding Pingsu tossed the empty energy bar into the trash. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the tapping of fingers on the keyboard and the occasional swipe of an electronic pen across a drawing tablet.
It was getting late. In order to cope with the next "difficult task", Milo did not take out his notebook to continue working. Instead, he lowered his head silently and fell into sleep as skillfully as he had done countless times in training.
Milo actually seldom dreams, and even less often dreams about his childhood.
She did not feel that the childhood given by the church was "miserable". Compared with those who lived in dangerous areas or even underground, the life she experienced was so orderly and full of hope.
I want to save humanity, and this thought has never been extinguished.
"Me too."
Milo raised her head from the swing. She couldn't see her own face, but judging from the length of her arms, she should be no more than 12 years old.
The dark-haired girl let go of the swing, her hands hanging loosely by her legs. She looked away from the woman standing in front of her, as if searching the ground for a stone she could use.
The woman in bishop's robes slowly walked up to her and half-crouched. "Don't you like the memories I prepared? Look back and you'll see what the amusement park looked like before it was destroyed."
"No need, and your aesthetic is really old-fashioned." Little Milo jumped down from the swing and looked around calmly: "The training ground prepared by the church back then was not like this."
"Hehehe." The beauty in bishop's robes smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Isn't it better if it doesn't look like it? I don't want to hurt the lovely one with painful memories..."
The devil's scarlet eyes slowly opened behind the lenses, and he uttered a single word like an aria: "You."
Milo raised his head suddenly, because this was the first time that the devil formally pointed out the distinction between "you" and "me".
Is she showing respect, or setting another trap?
"There's no need to be so alert. After all, we have established the most basic relationship of trust between you and me." The devil wrapped himself conservatively in his uniform, but even the badge on his collar looked particularly seductive.
Miluo couldn't answer, she wanted to say "impossible", but just before Chen Xiao'er left, she agreed to the devil's "request" of [a few seconds of free time].
There are of course many reasons for this, such as "far away from the church, its incomplete power can't have much impact" or "Sinaya is a destabilizing factor that is growing rapidly and needs to be eliminated specifically."
But no matter what, there is only one most powerful reason.
"You must believe in me, Milo, and you must believe in yourself." The devil's lips were close to her ears, and he breathed softly, "You know how much I love you, and how much I love humanity."
"Your love is twisted and very dangerous." Milo responded word by word, as if trying hard to convince himself.
"Yes," the devil replied earnestly, "but isn't the church's love for humanity distorted and dangerous?"
Of course not, the Church of Light... Their method can only be said to be safer than shattering the core of the star and more normal than embracing the abyss. All good things are compared.
Milo shuddered, she took a step forward and continued to move forward in the thin mist.
She left the devil behind, but the devil stood shoulder to shoulder with her from the side: "I am not stupid, Milo, believe me, believe in the you who has lived longer, knows more, and sees farther."
Miroku quickened his pace. The fragments of human memory were so short-lived.
In the long scroll that the devil unfolded for her, traces of the church, teachers, and companions flashed by. The world flashed back quickly from the time when the first ancient ape stood upright to the high-rise buildings of the technological age.
She was born, grew up, matured, and grew old... Milo ran through the plains, wilderness, desert, forest, and human population, until a skeleton fell to the ground with a bang, and bits of powder were scattered from the broken cloth.
The devil spread his wings and slowly descended under the boundless starry sky.
She picked up the snow-white, crystal-clear gravel as if she were holding an invisible baby: "Leave everything to me."
I love you, I love you deeply, I love you all deeply.
This love is so real and deep, so believe me, believe me as deeply as you love me.
The devil's voice was full of bewitching magic, like a mother's earnest whispers.
Is there any need to refuse?
You have no better idea. You are like a group of naive children, waving the small wooden sticks that you have polished with great difficulty, trying to drive away the wolves.
Even if there is a one percent chance of success, such a sacrifice would be too grand, so grand that I don't want to accept it.
That's not the ending I wanted to enjoy.
So leave it to me and let me write a more gentle chapter for you.
"I refuse."
The voice of humanity resounds throughout the heavens and earth.
The snow-white gravel gathered together with a rustling sound, outlining the real, middle-aged Milo in the devil's arms.
Without a second's hesitation, she grabbed a silver-white handgun from thin air and pointed it at the devil's forehead.
"Haha." The devil laughed, his lips as red as blood: "The gun in your hand is a gift from me..."
"Yours what?" The model of the silver-white gun had nothing to do with a revolver.
Milo gave a sarcastic smile and pulled the trigger hard.
boom!
......
Milo suddenly opened her eyes, her body twitched twice on the chair, and the chair legs rubbed against the ground with a clanging sound.
"Hey, you're awake." Ding Pingsu's voice was very serious.
Did he discover anything?
Miroku quickly raised his head and let out a sigh when he saw the back of the figure. "Is there a problem with the energy pile? Or is there a problem with the students?"
Ding Pingsu slid back and motioned for her to look at the screen first.
There are a lot of red dots on the screen approaching the blue dots representing the students. From the size of the red dots, it can be judged that they are basically all abnormal elite units.
She looked closely and found that there was green mixed in the middle of the red dot, which indicated that the anomaly contained toxins other than radiation.
Milo walked to the front of the computer and pushed his glasses thoughtfully: "Logically speaking, Chen Xiao'er and the apostles just cleaned up this place, there shouldn't be so many high Paster values... That's not right!"
She leaned against the table, her eyes fixed on the green. "Toxin, could it be a power related to toxicity?"
Ding Pingsu also realized what was happening. He had just been wondering how so many people could have slipped through the net and suddenly appeared. When he heard Miroku's words, he immediately thought of the so-called "toxin" power that had appeared once before and then disappeared.
He couldn't help but chew his fingers. "No way, is it really the one behind this? Did it have that level of power before? The church didn't even notice its ascension ceremony."
The Church of Glory has been engaged in a large-scale "god-killing" campaign recently. In the eyes of the creatures of the abyss, Chen Xiao'er, the Newborn Serpent, and Glory are probably considered a powerful alliance.
Do they really dare to jump out and bark at this time?
"I'm not sure. Let's let the students have normal contact first to test whether the toxin is at the authorized level. There are too many toxic anomalies." Milo took the mouse and keyboard and pieced together the various pages transmitted from the monitoring center.
Ding Pingsu slid over to her side in a chair and nodded in agreement, "True. If there's no power level, it's just a false alarm. If there really is a Poison God who wants to take advantage of Chen Xiao'er, abilities below the power level will be of no use at all."
"I hope so." Milo's eyes quickly passed over the pictures, without paying any extra attention to a certain purple light.
......
The territory of the Newborn Snake is quite large, but the energy piles are planned to be a long line extending outward, so a large part of it is on the edge of the ancient ruins and outside the alienated area.
The trainees took turns to rest and expanded the patrol area day and night.
As the morning sun illuminated the gray fog, the students who had been assigned to the shift had already reached the outermost circle. No longer guarded by the newborn snakes, only the light suppressed the changes in the rules, and a vast swarm of anomalies rolled in.
Puff——
A mushroom-shaped, soft anomaly squeezed its body, spewing out a cloud of spores. These spores were colorless and looked ordinary at first glance, sticking to the protective clothing of the students in the front row with a rustling sound.
"Retreat! Isolate!" The team leaders gave orders at the same time. Those who were contaminated by the spores immediately retreated and quickly retreated to the tent diagonally behind them.
Sitting in the plastic tent were researchers sent by the church.
These workers, wearing special protective suits, were taken a long way away by the abnormal train the day before yesterday. They finally arrived at the edge of the ruins this morning and were urgently engaged in new tests.
They used pointed collection shovels to scrape off the seemingly soft spores on the protective suits bit by bit and put them into bottles.
These spores might be derivatives of the power of toxins. Fortunately, Chen Xiao'er was not far away. As long as they were not the type of toxin that caused quick death, their lives would not be in danger.
The result was even better than expected.
rustle.
Starting with the second glass bottle, the bottles behind it began to emit white smoke, indicating that they had completed purification. At the same time, the Eye of God and the Multi-Observation Artifact swept the tent, finding no hidden toxins.
This meant that the toxins inflicted by the students during this raid had a low priority and low energy value, requiring only x2-level protective clothing for complete protection. Even if they were unfortunate enough to be infected, the most common standard antidote could completely eliminate it.
[No power-level toxins have been detected in this batch of abnormal clusters]
Miroku tapped his mouse in deep thought.
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