Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 704 Horse Racing·Gun of Morning Light VII

The next day, the weather was gloomy and the sky was gray.

New Manhattan Downtown, 350 Boulevard, New Manhattan Central Hospital.

This general hospital is one of the largest medical institutions in the New Manhattan area, specializing in various emergency rescue, general medical care and care for high-risk infected people.

In the room for critically ill patients.

Sophia felt a sharp pain, every inch of nerves in her body was burning, she struggled to wake up from the dark consciousness, her eyelids were heavy like lead.

"Ah-"

Finally, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and a pure white light pierced into her vision.

She was lying in a spotless white medical room, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

The bright shadowless lamp on the ceiling emitted a cold light, shining on her pale face.

Sophia's vision was blurred, and the world in front of her was shaking and focusing from time to time.

She turned her head, and the walls of the room were clean white, with strict sound insulation facilities, giving people a feeling of isolation from the world.

Beside her, several advanced medical devices were running silently.

Her vital signs kept jumping on the monitoring screen: heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, and the special fluctuations of her infection.

An infusion tube was inserted into her right arm. The thin tube was connected to the hanging medicine bottle, and the liquid slowly dripped into her veins. Several sensors were attached to her chest, connected to the instruments next to her, making slight beeps to monitor her vital status.

Sophia looked down at her body and found that she was wearing a loose light blue hospital gown with the hospital logo printed on her chest.

Her body under the hospital gown was so weak that she could hardly move. There was a faint burning sensation in her shoulders, and the mineral disease crystals on her neck seemed to spread deeper. Her fingers moved slightly, trying to feel the condition of her limbs, but her body seemed to be bound and could not move.

Her thoughts were still confused, and the pain in her body and the heavy fatigue made her almost breathless.

She blinked her eyes and tried to focus on the real world, but the memory of that moment came flooding back - Mikhail, Sleipnir, the devastating battle, the collapse of the stadium.

Sofia was recalling everything that happened yesterday, and her mind was filled with fragments of the battle.

Suddenly, a clear and rhythmic voice interrupted her thoughts.

"You're awake."

The voice was gentle but majestic, and Sofia was startled.

What happened?

She didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

Even though she was seriously injured now, her spiritual and infected organs were still functioning. Normally, anyone approaching her could not escape her perception.

But this person was right next to her, and she didn't notice it at all.

She turned her head with difficulty, trying to see who was coming.

What came into view was a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes. He was lowering his head and concentrating on peeling an apple. His technique was skillful and his movements were very light. The apple skin fell off slowly under the blade like silk, curling into a complete long strip, without even breaking.

The silver knife flashed a cold luster under the light, like a dancing sharp blade.

Next to him, there was an exquisite black hat and a silver cane, which were quietly leaning against the chair.

Sophia's eyes were focused on the young man, and her mind quickly searched for who he was.

She spoke tentatively, with a slightly puzzled tone:

"You are..."

The blond young man smiled lightly, put the peeled apple slices in his hand on the fruit plate beside him, and then turned his head to look at her with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

The pair of golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun, but revealed an elusive depth.

"Didn't you write me a letter and attach a link in it."

He said with a smile, with a bit of ridicule in his tone.

"Well, your habit of writing letters is really special. You like to attach "Opinions on Promoting Urbanization of New Infected People" in the email - a full 221-page report."

Sophia was stunned and instantly understood who was in front of her.

Hugh Abraham...The fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven.

The moment Sophia saw Xia Xiu, her thoughts were suddenly in a mess, her lips trembled slightly, and she spoke incoherently:

"I...you are...why...I should..."

Halfway through the words, she suddenly realized that she didn't know how to express the complex emotions in her heart at the moment.

The fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven still maintained a calm smile, not disturbed by her confusion at all.

He shook his head slightly and spoke calmly:

"Mikhail ran away, and the stadium did collapse. However, most of the people are fine. It's just that the Cultural Committee is in a terrible situation. Now the liberation hoofbeats have openly declared war on them."

Sophia listened to Xia Xiu's brief narration, with mixed feelings in her heart.

She frowned and struggled in her heart.

Mikhail's escape made her feel deeply uneasy, and the Liberation Hoofbeats' relentless pressure made the whole situation more complicated and dangerous.

She recalled the murderous moment, the man who almost killed her, his power and madness made her unable to calm down.

Finally, Sofia mustered up the courage to ask:

"You... why didn't you stop the Liberation Hoofbeats? With your power, with the power of your management bureau, you can easily solve the Liberation Hoofbeats..."

"Also, you should have been there at the time, right? Why didn't you kill Mikhail?

He is very dangerous...he is completely out of control and full of hatred for society and the infected.

His power...if left unchecked, will cause even greater disasters! He is not only the leader of the Liberation Hooves, he is also a potential source of disaster! "

Her words were full of anxiety and worry, and she obviously had a deep understanding of Mikhail's danger.

Mikhail can no longer explain the motivations of his actions in terms of morality and ideology. He is now more like a master with an extreme ideology, which may cause irreversible disasters at any time.

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly, and his golden eyes fell on Sophia's face calmly. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul and capture all the struggle and pain in her heart.

His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had seen through everything, with an indescribable indifference and calmness.

He pursed his lips slightly, and the voice slowly flowed out of his throat, as gentle as drizzle, but with some irresistible power:

"If a person always clings to hatred, he is like a beast that insists on licking his old wounds repeatedly. Every time he licks, the wound will tear again and bleed again.

No matter how much time passes, this wound will never heal. The obsession with revenge will make the injured forget how to let go and how to let the wounds truly rest and recover. "

“The same thing applies to groups.”

"Free Hoofbeat and Mikhail, they are the scar of the infected group, the epitome of your many wounds. They keep tearing their wounds over and over again, refusing to let them heal, but instead letting them worsen, leaking pus, Decay until... localized necrosis."

"What do many of you think of angels? They look up to us to bring change, to bring salvation."

“The Kingdom of Heaven also hoped to use benevolence as its motivation, providence as its destination, and truth as its axis to act—but reality never allows for such an ideal route.”

"Charity is always betrayed, providence is always unpredictable, and truth is full of lies."

There was an almost invisible trace of self-mockery on his face, and the smile was fleeting, like a mockery of some kind of innocence.

"If I have to become an absolute ruler and have to create a country without any resistance, I will take action without hesitation.

I don't need to care if those scars go from localized rot to full blown collapse.

I will use the most direct method to cut off all voices of resistance and forcibly create a seemingly perfect order. "

Sophia's breathing became rapid and her emotions almost lost control. She retorted tremblingly:

"But you still let them continue to die...you watched and did nothing..."

Her voice gradually deepened, as if she was in endless pain.

Her eyes were fixedly looking at the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, with unconcealable sorrow and despair in her eyes, as if she was longing for some kind of salvation.

Her lips trembled slightly and she murmured:

"We...we...we...just want to live and live with the dignity that humans should have."

At that moment, Sophia put down all her strength and pretense, her eyes filled with weakness and exhaustion.

Although her voice was soft, it contained deep longing and prayer, telling the plight and pain of the entire infected group:

"Everyone calls me Morning Light, but I know that I am not the real Morning Light... I am just that weak match.

Since I founded the Pseudoman Movement Alliance seven years ago, I have been burning every day, burning my life, and burning my will, just to let more people... let more infected people, and bring people to respond. Have everything to survive. "

"I'm not complaining...I'm not trying to say how great I am."

"I just know that as the founder of the league, I have a responsibility. This responsibility is so heavy that I can't breathe. I often feel that I can't hold on."

Her voice gradually became firmer, but the sadness still lingered:

"I know that I am that match, a match lit in the dark. Burning once may be enough."

"My only fear is that my burning will not bring about a burning flame..."

"And if I can light this fire, then what do I have to fear? What do I have to regret?"

The fourth swordsman in the Kingdom of Heaven listened quietly, his golden eyes were deep and waveless, and his expression was still gentle but indifferent enough.

He gently placed the apple in his hand on the small table next to the hospital bed, and said in an unhurried voice:

"The nature of the population tends either towards herbs or weeds. Therefore, it is necessary to water the herbs and pull out the weeds at the right time."

While Xia Xiu spoke, he slowly took out something from his arms.

Sophia's eyes immediately stared at the object, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

It was a disc—a beautifully painted disc.

The disc depicts a knight with a spear in his hand, a flag fluttering in the wind, and a snake shadow hovering around him. The horse he is riding has bat-like wings and exudes a strange brilliance.

This knight has an upright posture and a gentle and polite face, but the strangeness of the horse and snake gives the whole scene a paradoxical atmosphere.

Xia Xiu's eyes fell lightly on the disc, his golden eyes shining with a meaningful luster, as if he was looking at an insignificant symbol.

"The truly terrifying one among you..." The voice of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven was like a bell reverberating in the air, carrying some kind of scrutiny and insight.

"It's not the hatred that occasionally pops up in people's minds, but the lingering fallacies and prejudices deep in their hearts."

"Do you want to continue licking your wounds or let it heal?"

His voice did not rise; it was low, without emotion or pity.

"The choice is in your hands, and I will just watch quietly."

After the words fell, he stopped looking at Sophia.

He stretched out his left hand and gently placed the disc and the cut apple on the table next to Sophia's hospital bed.

Sophia looked at the disc blankly, her eyes blank for a moment.

Dong dong dong dong——

Her heartbeat accelerated, her breathing gradually became rapid, and she could hardly believe her eyes - that was not an ordinary disc.

She could feel the hunger of the soul coming from that disc, and that power vaguely touched the deepest desire in her heart.

The thing she had dreamed of, the desire that had surfaced in her dreams countless times, was now in front of her - a secret key to domination.

The disc seemed to be alive and shining with some indescribable power. It was calling her, tempting her, and promising her some kind of gift of power.

Her heart was beating faster, almost jumping out of her chest.

There seems to be a blazing energy surging in the body, and that energy is accompanied by longing and desire, like a giant beast that has been sleeping for a long time is awakening.

And she, standing on the edge of collapse and choice, felt an unprecedented power surge in her body.

Xia Xiu had turned around and left, his back gradually disappearing at the door of the ward, as if he had never set foot here.

What's left is only one chance to choose.

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The figure of the fourth sword-wielding man in the Kingdom of Heaven completely disappeared from the door of the ward, and the whole room suddenly became silent.

Sophia was still lying on the hospital bed. The pure white walls of the ward looked deserted under the dim light. Only the regular "beep" sound from the ECG monitor broke the tranquility.

Her eyes were fixed on the disc on the table.

Under the background of the light, the surface of the disc seemed to beat slightly, shining with a mysterious luster, breathing brightly and darkly as if it were alive.

The light was not dazzling, but it had an irresistible attraction, like a silent temptress, quietly awakening the desire deep in her heart.

Sofia's fingers trembled slightly, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her chest seemed to be pressed by an invisible force, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The moment her fingertips touched the disc, the coldness instantly spread along her fingertips and reached her heart.

The cold sweat from her palms gradually wetted her palms. Her body was trembling slightly, and the disc was gradually absorbing her will.

"choose……"

There seemed to be a low murmur in her ears, with a strange temptation, gently teasing her nerves.

The voice seemed to come from the ancient abyss, but also seemed to be close at hand, whispering and calling, with endless promises.

Sofia subconsciously retracted her hand, but the longing voice still refused to go away:

"If you were a match, you would have to light something, right?"

These words were like an invisible shackles, tightly binding her heart.

"I am a match... burning once is enough."

Her throat was dry, and the words she once said to Xia Xiu seemed to be ringing in her ears again. Her voice was low and firm, but it echoed in her mind now with a bit of self-deprecation.

The dim light of the disc was still flickering, and the whisper did not stop, but became more and more intense, like an unstoppable lament, echoing endlessly in her ears.

This secret key is rebellious, and Sophia must tame it with her own will.

She closed her eyes, her spiritual struggle calming down fiercely.

Countless images flashed through her mind - those infected people who fought with her, those compatriots who lost their homes, those eyes with hope, and those unyielding wills.

She finally opened her eyes, her eyes no longer the confusion and fear before, but full of complex determination.

Sophia knew she had to make a choice.

She slowly reached out her hand and touched the disc again.

This time, the fingers no longer trembled.

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