Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1572: Wenxin

Night fell.

The land carriage drove in the wilderness, the lamp post illuminating the ground lonely. Inside the carriage, Tarot looked at Simeel who was sitting in the corner from time to time. The girl remained silent all the way, causing the old man to frown. Ellen closed her eyes and fell asleep, but she knew the situation in the carriage like the back of her hand. Especially Simeel, her aura was lifeless, almost like a dead thing, completely different from yesterday's first meeting. Alan knew her knot, but it was up to her to untie it. If an upper echelon couldn't even make a choice, there was no need for Allen to cooperate with the Gus. Everything would stop until he got Omisga's information.

Suddenly, a ray of light shone from behind. Alan looked back, and behind him were a few land vehicles. After a long distance, he opened fire inexplicably. Beams of light came from behind the car and bombarded the nearest ground, causing a flame to explode. Alan sneered and opened the car door. He waved his hand behind him, and a line of fire spanned hundreds of meters from left to right. The land carriage behind them collided with the line of fire and exploded one by one, turning into several bright balls of fire in the wilderness. Alan went back to the car and closed the door. He didn't care about this little incident. There were many things like this on a planet like Loz that had no laws or restrictions.

Simir remained silent until he arrived at the starship's anchorage. He silently handed the storage device that contained a large amount of information to Alan and then drilled into the starship. Tarot sighed and said, "We will send His Majesty back to Agares and back to Planet Vega."

"That planet is not safe." Alan reminded.

Tarot nodded. "Finnie died at the Graygoat Fair. The Kidds will definitely interfere. We'll go back and prepare and leave." After saying that, the old man bowed to Alan and ordered the others to carry Andorran remains and other items onto the starship. After the starship left planet Loz, it set a route to Agares. With the speed of this starship, it would take about four hours to arrive in Agares. When the time came, it should be in the morning. Alan planned to return to Mokedan first and hand over the information in the storage device to Melani for replication and analysis. He then went to Demoic Ring City to see who was in charge of Demonic Shadow Empire's imperial capital. In the end, of course, he settled the score with the Kidds.

Time passed bit by bit. Alan woke up from a nap and looked at the brain screen beside him. The data had been refreshed. According to the brain's calculations, there were still 45 minutes left before he arrived at Agares. Alan began to take off the armor that Simil had given him and put on the Demon King armor. After dressing up, Simeel's voice came from the intercom next to the automatic door, "May I come in?"

Alan opened the door, and the girl outside hung her head and walked in from Alan's side. She raised her head and looked at Ellen, who had changed back into the Demon King's armor, and whispered, "Tarot said that His Majesty would still cooperate with us if I wanted to. Is that so?"

"That's right."

"In that case, we are willing to cooperate with His Majesty. In addition to the data that has already been handed over to you, we can also provide more internal information about Omiska. In exchange, I hope His Majesty can save our clansmen."

Alan looked at her silently.

Simeel gritted his teeth and said, "Does His Majesty think the conditions are not enough?"

"That's not true. Given your current situation, I don't think I can increase my bargaining chip anymore, right?" Alan said, "But I want to ask, is that what you mean, or does Tarot mean?"

Simeel lowered his head and looked away, "Is there a difference?"

"Of course."

"I didn't get it." Simeel shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter who it is. Anyway, it's all about cooperation. No matter what, I will give you everything I know."

Alan said, "And after that?"

Simeel didn't seem to understand and asked, "After what?"

'"After saving your clansmen? Your home planet is gone. Where are you going? Also, even if you get rid of the Kidds, there are more powerful races in the Yordon Domain than the Kidds. That's why I asked you, what are you going to do after that? Are you going to roam the stars with your clansmen, or are you going to be enslaved by another powerful race, and then repeat your past fate?"

It was clear that Simeel had never thought of this problem. She rubbed the corner of her shirt with all her might, and her eyes were filled with panic as she tried to avoid Alan's line of sight. "So that's the difference," Allen said. "If you mean it, you think about what you're going to do next. You think about how you're going to get your clansmen out of this predicament, and you're not going to come up with such a rash offer of cooperation without thinking about it at all."

"Furthermore, considering that you are such a leader, I think I will withdraw my foreword." Allen said indifferently, "I've got a lot of data from Omiska. Even if I don't know what's going on inside the Mechanical Star, it doesn't matter much." So you see, the value of your Ancient race is not irreplaceable to me. I can help you this time, but after saving you, the Gus will repeat their past fate because of your relationship, and what I have done will be completely worthless. And in order to save you, I have to consider more factors. "Rather than doing this, why don't I put you out of the scope of consideration from the start? Isn't it more convenient for me to move?"

"No, how could this be? You clearly promised." Simeel was finally a little anxious.

At this moment, Allen's expression was cold, and his eyes were even more emotionless. He smiled and said, "As a superior, every decision is based on the actual situation." The reason I agreed to help was because I saw that there was still hope for the Gus and that what I had done would not be worthless. But now it's a different matter. Tell me, Simeel, why should I waste my manpower and resources to save a race doomed to extinction? "

"I " Simeel suddenly shouted, "I don't know!" Don't ask me that. I don't want to be born a princess either. I'm just a guy who can talk but doesn't have any practical ability. "I hate myself, too, but I don't know what to do. No one helped me, no one taught me, I don't know where I'm going next!"

She cried and beat Alan almost out of control, venting her despair, fear, and confusion.

Alan took one of her hands and said, "Then ask yourself, Simeel, ask yourself what you want. Put aside everything and ask yourself if you want to save your people. When you have the answer, you will know what to do."