Chapter 342 Who Is the Devil

Considering that Dunbar Taylor has been in charge of the Capital Military Region for so many years, he has treated his subordinates fairly well, and he has many confidantes. Even if Roger Fletcher gets rid of some through Waters, he is bound to miss a few. Now that the situation in Rector is unstable, and the capital military region is leaderless, it is very easy for him to escape. As for the Wendenbat tragedy, he naturally couldn't keep it from his ears, and the incident of Quentin Island also spread like wildfire after the fall of the Syrbes starport.

After the Silbes Star Port was occupied by the rebels, the Silbero Naval Port was captured immediately, and the entire Rector Navy Fleet was uprooted. The navy is over... the mighty navy fleet is over, the Rector government and the army system are all in a state of chaos. The middle-level generals in the capital military region are now thinking about how to save their lives, who will care about him. Dunbar Taylor did not choose to leave, but entered a central control room in the underground facility of the Capital Military Region.

People like the Marquis of Kane know to build a missile base on the ground of Croatan, and hide the "Skyd Platney" space carrier. A higher-ranking dignitary like the Duke of Yadan will have no cards ?

Not only does he have it, but he has even bigger pens!

Missile bases are simply too weak. Duke Yadan has a farther vision, higher investment, and more advanced technology. "If you want to build it, build a super weapon, a super cannon that can make any enemy who dares to invade the Duke of Yadan regret it." With this in mind, His Excellency the Duke turned his attention to the core of the earth.

Rector is a young planet. The temperature of the core is nearly 9000 degrees Celsius. It contains a lot of heavy ions such as iron, nickel, and silicon. There are also many negative electrons floating between the core and the mantle. The cannon in the heart uses a high-energy accelerator made of high-temperature-resistant materials to focus and guide a large number of heavy ions. Launched into space, it will produce unimaginably powerful power.

Plasma weapons mostly focus high-temperature hydrogen ions into beams to kill substances with high temperatures of up to millions or tens of millions. Its contact surface will produce nuclear fusion effect. However, the particle cannon conceived by Duke Yadan is different. It uses the electric field of the ultra-long acceleration orbit to push the ionized metal heavy ions in the high-temperature environment of the earth's core. Give it powerful kinetic energy to attack the giant warships coming from outside the sky.

From the center of the earth to the surface of the earth, it is conceivable how terrifying the length of the particle acceleration track is. Under the action of a large number of magnets, these mixed heavy ions will achieve super high speed, break through the atmosphere like a lightning spear, and pierce the target.

after. After decades of construction, the particle cannon was finally completed, and the console and launch system were deployed in the Rector Capital Military District.

This is the proud work of Duke Yadan. Many times, he fantasizes about how wonderful the facial expressions of the invading enemy will be when they see the terrifying power of the particle cannon.

However, he never imagined that the first strong enemy that the particle cannon faced after its completion was actually his beloved son, the future heir of the duchy, Lord Lancelot.

It is worthy of being a ground-based super weapon.

Even the shield of the Epsi Dragon can be broken!

"Tang Fang... Annie has received a lot of care from you, thank you..."

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At the same time, the battle in the "Silver Wheel" came to an end. A medical transport plane flew out of the starboard hangar, and after a while, it sailed to the Silbero military port and parked in the dock hangar. This time, Tang Fang was finally "fortunate" to discuss face-to-face with Lord Lancelot to discuss his outlook on life, values, and world outlook.

"I don't know who helped us." Originally, Tang Fang was ready to abandon the port. If the ground-based particle cannon fired at the military port, he would be out of luck. Unexpectedly, most of the day passed, the capital military region did not respond, and the particle cannon fell into silence. This shows that the particle beam that shattered the "Aurora" just now was not deflected. Its goal is the "Silver Wheel".

"Could it be Dunbar? Taylor..." Tang Fang shook his head, forget it. For now, let's deal with Lancelot first.

"Aros, go and see Park Min Ho. Howson has gone too far."

"Okay." Aros nodded, turned and walked towards the prison area. Tang Fang turned left and right, and entered a cabin in the military port a few minutes later.

Lancelot was thrown on a chair, his face as sharp as a knife showed some paleness.

Tang Fangchao sent an order, only to hear a few crisp sounds of "pa, pa", Lancelot, who had been slapped twice, frowned and woke up from his lethargy.

As his eyes cleared, when he saw Tang Fang facing him, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said mockingly: "Win the king and lose the bandit, if you want to kill it, kill it."

"I can't tell, the young duke is still a tough guy." Tang Fang picked off the thorn on his finger, and looked up at him: "Lancelot, you really can do it, space-based plasma cannon, 600 nuclear bombs... ...I, Tang, have someone's head that is really valuable."

"Hmph..." Lancelot is worthy of being the best among the young and powerful in the empire. Even if he is a prisoner, Lancelot still has an extraordinary bearing: "What? Do you want me to beg you for mercy? Dreaming!"

"..." Tang Fang shook his finger: "I just want to chat with you. The Young Duke was furious and buried millions of corpses, but he wondered if he could sleep peacefully at night?"

"Ha...hahahaha...hahahaha." Lancelot suddenly laughed, "I thought you were some kind of powerful person, but that's all. So, do you want to avenge those people?"

"Why... can't you?"

"Of course, why are you still standing there, come on, come and kill me." Lancelot puffed out his chest, and when he was about to struggle to stand up, the two people next to him pressed him back on the seat.

Tang Fang frowned, and Lancelot's performance was somewhat unexpected: "A powerful person? I have never thought of myself as a powerful person. To put it bluntly, I am a black technology upstart, and there is a kind of smugness in my bones. People who wear flip flops in summer and thick padded jackets in winter, who like spicy hot pot and crayfish... I'm sorry to disappoint you, Young Duke."

"Humph!"

"But it's a little person like me who grabbed your young duke and threw him on the chair like a dog." Tang Fang pulled a metal chair and rode on it without grace, resting his chin on the back of the chair On: "It's better to avoid talking, let's get down to business, let's talk about the victims."

"Why should I talk to you about this?" Lancelot said coldly.

"Because 'they' want to hear it."

Lancelot was taken aback when he heard the words, then glanced around Tang Fang, and said with a smile, "They? Playing tricks!"

Tang's face turned cold: "Oh? The young duke did not hesitate to destroy the entire Wendenbat in order to kill me. Don't you have any regrets afterwards?"

"Regret, why should I regret it." Lancelot looked at him with contempt: "What a woman! You will pity the cattle and sheep. Do you pity the bedbugs that are trampled to death?"

"Things have upper, middle and lower, and people are divided into three, six, nine. When you become a prince, hold a powerful soldier in your hand, and rule the world, will you bend down for a beggar or make way for a wild dog? For the superior, Majesty is indispensable, the strong must have the bearing and dominance of the strong."

"Windenbat? It's just a city with a population of tens of millions. If I think about it. In less than 10 years, there will be thousands of 'Windenbat' built. In Meijiaer, I am a god... just a few million people died. What's up?"

Tang Fang took a deep breath and sighed softly. Arrogance has penetrated into the bones of these people... Powerful, powerful, through the ages. Which powerful person is not arrogant, and which powerful person is not arrogant, but some people show it in their actions. Some people show it in their eyes, and some people hide it in their hearts.

"Crack, crack, crack." Tang Fang clapped his hands: "Well said, a catastrophe is said from the mouth of the young duke, it is as simple as killing a chicken, it is really an eye-opener for me, a common man." , an eye-opener... oh. No, it’s an ear-opener."

"Hmph." Lancelot still had that superior expression. Even a look from Tang Fang can decide his life or death, but. The atmosphere at the scene was very, very strange. Lancelot sitting on the chair stood tall like a mountain, while Tang Fang was like a candle that was fluttering in the wind and rain.

"Boy, it's not so easy to be an envoy of justice. There is actually no difference between you and me. There are tens of thousands of naval soldiers who died at your hands. The same is killing people. What's the difference?"

"Messenger of justice? I never thought about it..." Tang Fang stood up and walked in front of Lancelot: "I just want to kill you very simply, to vent my hatred."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Lancelot stared at him coldly: "If you and I were in a different situation, I would let you watch Tang Yun, Claire, and Tang Lin suffer all kinds of humiliation and torture. Then cut off their heads and throw them in front of you, so that you can face each other every day and get along with each other every night."

"It's actually very simple to make a person regret, just destroy everything he cherishes in person."

"Bastard..." Tang Fang raised his arm, and the psionic blade lay across Lancelot's throat. As long as it is half an inch forward, the young duke will bleed to death.

However, at the critical moment, Tang Fang stopped suddenly: "I almost got hit by your aggressive method, Lancelot, I will not let you die so easily. I will pay for the lives of more than 5 million civilians with your own life. It's a bad deal."

Lancelot enjoys all the glory and wealth, and has no regrets in his life, but what about those people at the bottom of society who work hard and survive tenaciously? What did they enjoy? Kevin is so young, who will help him realize his vision and dream? Annie and Field, their future, what is their love? And Gao Jianzhang, old Hal with a cold face and a warm heart...

Think back more than 300 years ago, during World War II, Japan aggressively invaded China, occupied the Northeast, established the puppet Manchukuo, and the Nanjing Massacre killed countless descendants of Yan and Huang. As a result, a group of Japanese militarists headed by Hideki Tojo sentenced very few dead, Shumei Okawa and others escaped punishment one after another, and the so-called Emperor Akihito died without any disasters.

Expecting a group of politicians to uphold justice and avenge the people? That was nothing short of a joke. Therefore, even if you get your hands dirty, you have to do things like revenge yourself.

"Hmph." Seeing Tang Fang see through his aggressive method, Lancelot still looked contemptuous: "Childish! Ridiculous! Stupid! I want to see how you can torture me."

The young duke is also over 40 years old. It is no exaggeration to say that he is an old fox. From the previous fights, it can be seen that this kid is quite clever. He did all the talking before on purpose. He believed that Tang Fang would be able to see through his "provocative method" and then do the opposite, deliberately not to make him die quickly.

Although Lancelot has always been pampered, the Young Duke has never lacked the quality of "toughness". Whipping, acupuncture, and cane punishment may come, but he will never make a sound, as long as he can endure for 3 to 5 hours. The Wei family's Southern Cross Fleet, Marquis Kane's Shadow Fleet, Zhou's Longxiang Fleet, and father's Golden Ring Fleet will all appear in the Megall star system together and surround the rebel army.

Until then. If Tang Fang and the others wanted to save their lives, they would not dare to kill themselves.

can live. Why die? The young duke is proud, but not pedantic, he will not make life difficult for pride and his own life. What's more, the "Wheel of Silver" was able to defeat a hundred just now, and the rebels were completely helpless to fight back. If it wasn't for the particle cannon in Rector's interior, Tang Fang's group might have been driven to a dead end by him.

From gaining the upper hand to becoming a prisoner, all of this is not his responsibility!

Tang Fang is a little clever. But he hasn't reached the point where Zhuge Junshen is as wise as a demon, and he can calculate all the world's affairs with a shake of his feather fan. He has no time to think about it, nor is he interested in thinking about it.

He has only one thought, to avenge Wendenbat's millions of civilians. If the heroes of Meiman and Riman were replaced, he would kill him to pretend to be x... However, he doesn't want to be a hero. To hell with justice, loyalty and bravery. As long as a person is alive, since he has the ability, he must be happy to be grateful.

Killing one person pays for a million lives. That would be too cheap Lancelot.

"Lancelot, since you said that, then I will help you with all my heart. But, don't regret it." Tang Fang said lightly, and with one move, 2 puppies and 5 worm queens appeared behind him.

"Treat the young duke well." After speaking, he walked out.

"For others, one life is exchanged for a million lives. It is definitely a loss-making business, but... for me. Loss? I'm afraid not necessarily. Lancelot, I will kill you a million times..." Then Follow Tang Fang away. A weak murmur-like voice reached the young duke's ears.

"What does he mean by that..." Lancelot's heart moved, and he was about to say something, suddenly, a burst of fishy smell came to his face, and then, a sharp claw scratched his straight suit, pierced his pleura, and directly inserted into the lung lobe.

"Pfft." Lancelot spat out a big mouthful of blood, his whole face distorted beyond human shape, "He...he wants to kill me?"

Severe pain swept across the right chest like a tide, and I watched the puppy's paws pulled out from the chest cavity, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"He's trying to kill me!" Noble as Lancelot, where has he ever suffered such pain, the feeling of a sharp blade piercing the lung lobe is a thousand times more painful than circumcision...

The blood spread on the clothes, and "tick tock" fell on the silver-white floor, forming puddles of blood. As the blood flow slowed down, Lancelot felt that his life had come to an end, and his double eyelids became heavier and heavier. He was resentful, angry, painful, and at the same time felt a sense of relief.

The scene in front of him became more and more hazy, and the blood froth overflowing from the corner of his mouth continued intermittently. In a few seconds, the Young Duke would die of shock.

However, at this moment, the puppy retreated to one side, and the huge worm queen stepped forward from behind, and with a "poof", it sprayed a ball of green feeding liquid into Lancelot's wound.

About a minute later, Lancelot, who should have died, seemed to be reborn, and became alive and kicking again. Then, the puppy plunged its claws into his right lung again.

The exact same scene, the exact same pain, poor Lancelot hovering on the verge of life and death, the horrible scene is like a rewind-replay-rewind-replay movie, played over and over again tirelessly.

"Ah, Tang Fang...I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill...kill you, I'm...a ghost..." Lancelot's screams and curses resounded throughout the hall, repeating like a repeater.

In just half an hour, Lancelot experienced the pain of severed arms and legs, experienced the pain of disembowelling his stomach, saw colorful organs, watched his flesh and blood swallowed by dogs, and even incomplete organs. Internal organs such as spleen, lung and kidney...

That kid is a devil! demon! A demon in human skin!

He finally understood the meaning of Tang Fang's last words, that kid has such a cruel heart, such vicious methods...

One life is not enough, what if there are tens of millions of lives? Dying-resuscitating-killing-rescuing, reincarnated millions of times, in addition to feeding, there are adrenaline, biological nano-robots, and neurohormones that make the pain more intense.

Lancelot regretted it, and finally regretted it. Such torture, it would be better to die directly. He suddenly envied Roger Felicity, Kunna Austin and others. For him now, being killed by a nuclear bomb is definitely the most comfortable thing. Even if he becomes a pig or dog in the next life, the next life, and the next life, he will be happy.

Why do you want to provoke him, why do you want to plot against him? Yes, it's impossible to die like this for a while, but it's true that life is worse than death. That kid's method is even more chilling than the punishment of the 18th floor of hell.

"Tang...Tang Fang, I beg you...please...give me a good time!"

The silver-white helmet of the medic gleamed coldly under the light of the room lamp. The puppy's body was already stained red with blood, and the blood flowed everywhere, red, brown, purple, gray...

The smell of blood and feces kept fermenting, fermenting, and fermenting. The hall with a radius of hundreds of square meters is like a slaughter room, a slaughter room specially tailored for the young duke...

... (to be continued)