Vol 3 Chapter 1602: Robespierre's end

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"Robespierre, our persistence is meaningless, the people are dying, the soldiers are dying, but no one cares about us." In the ruins of old Paris, the revolutionaries who have been active in the ruins have been The boss complained: "Those extraordinary people still ignore us, and those monsters hiding in the shadows are hunting us. No one cares about us at all. Our revolution has failed."
"You are right, our revolution has failed, and the challenge of mortals to the authority of the transcendent has completely failed." Robespierre reached out and touched the bandage on his forehead. This is a bounty hunter from the temple of wealth. He left traces:
Because our revolutionary group is pure in itself, how many of us are extraordinary people now? These extraordinary people enjoy almost all the materials we can provide, even our own team can only do so. We Is there any reason to oppose this reality?"
"Mr. Robespierre, but we need extraordinary people to fight now. Those who are not extraordinary fighters are simply unable to resist the old forces and extraordinary people." The revolutionary soldier standing in front of Robespierre was originally a shoemaker. If there were not so many changes, he should have inherited his father's business and become another shoemaker, serving the powerful and powerful with his craftsmanship, earning insignificant rewards.
And now, in the nine deadly battles of the past few months, the shoemaker’s son has been reborn as an extraordinary person carrying a gun. Robespierre doesn’t know what kind of extraordinary person he is, but his opponent’s The physical fitness is comprehensively strengthened, he can load gunpowder faster, and can start a fire with his bare hands. Although the flame is not powerful, it is enough to ignite the powder pool on the gun.
He can also affect the burning efficiency of gunpowder to a certain extent, increase the range and power of the weapon, and the state of the musket that has been maintained in his hands will reach perfection. The opponent has even slightly modified the projectile trajectory in the last few battles. ability.
　　 Robespierre has never seen such an extraordinary person before, but among the revolutionaries such an extraordinary person is gradually layering.
　　 Since the entire Greater Paris was attacked by a chaotic erosion event, the survivors in this ruin seem to be particularly prone to become extraordinary.
　　 Paris is located in the central area of ​​the entire Old Continent and is the capital of the Gaul Empire. Although the Gaul Empire is now split into two parts, they obviously don’t want to see the former site of Paris become a chaotic-occupied area.
　　 Here, Robespierre saw angels descending from the sky, raining light, purifying the demons that crawled out of the chaos, and saw a large number of extraordinary people enter the ruins to dig out the buried wealth.
　　 No one cares about the revolutionaries who ignited the entire Paris that night. In the eyes of the church and other authorities, the revolutionary organization led by Robespierre is basically equivalent to chaos worshipers.
In fact, it’s almost the same. Robespierre doesn’t know how many chaos worshipers under the guise of the Revolutionary Army set up sacrificial rituals throughout the city on the night that destroyed Paris, which eventually led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent people. .
　　 This was not his intention, but when the tide came, Robespierre realized how small he was. He had hoped that he would do something as great as Marx, but reality always gave him the cruelest blow.
　　 Even this revolutionary army, which was formed by himself, is now facing a split.
"The Musketeers hope to leave this ruin. We will take away all civilians who are willing to leave and ensure that they will not be discriminated against in the Upper Gaul Empire." The shoemaker's son said to Robespierre: "Rob Mr. Spear, the revolution has failed, but we are still alive, and we must live, as long as we still exist, we still have a chance."
"No, no chance. Just like other transcendents, you choose to defend your inherent interests." Robespierre shook his head: "You are still alive, but you will never represent the interests of all non-superiors. Go Well, take away as many survivors as possible and protect them, but we will be the enemy next time we meet."
"I don't know what you are still insisting on, but now there is nothing left except ruins and death." The shoemaker's son gave Robespierre one last time: "We will leave at dawn, and maybe except you. , Everyone will leave."
　　 "I can be alone and think about where the problem is." Robespierre closed his eyes and didn't want to look at the other person again: "Leave, leave now."
　　 At this moment, the shell that belonged to Robespierre seemed to have disappeared, and the one who curled up on the spot was still the street who was born in the Old World and grew up in the far south, Polk.
What emerged in his mind was the embarrassment between himself and Marx when he was involved in the Chaos Erosion incident by those Cyris people for the first time. He remembered the scars left to Port Antoni after the disaster, but with the efforts of Marx, that The city finally came back to life.
　　 And now?
　　 Boss Bok looked around at the ruins of Paris in front of him. Blossoms of phosphorous fire appeared from the cracks of the buildings under the night, as if to pay homage to the city.
　　 Marx once said that chaos is unfathomable~EbookFREE.me~ hidden deep in everyone's heart, so is everything I do to this city arranged by chaos?
Boss Polk wailed in pain in the silence of the night, as if venting something, but he immediately covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that the revolutionaries who had trusted him would hear it. This would hurt him in them. The image in the mind.
　　 Unlike Marx’s selflessness, the only reason that supports Boss Polk to accomplish all this is that he hopes that he can accomplish a great thing and become a person who will be remembered.
　　 In the darkness, a hooded shadow appeared on the beam above Bok's head, looking at him condescendingly.
　　 Shadow silently watched Boss Polk’s various behaviors, silently fell on the ground, walking on the ground as if weightless, approaching step by step, and finally stood behind him.
"Maximilian Francois Pok Isido de Robespierre, hundreds of thousands of people in Paris have died because of you. I am here to pronounce you a death sentence." Shadow took off his pocket Cap: "This is a greeting from the Brotherhood of Assassins."
　　 In the next second, Robespierre, who was still a mortal rather than an extraordinary person, did not behead the assassin behind him cleanly.
To the surprise of the two people, the first class that fell on the ground turned around a few times and blinked. Robespierre looked at the assassin and showed a self-deprecating smile: "So that's it... ..."
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