Genshin Impact: Start in the sea of ​​sand and reach the throne of God

"you!?"

The elders shouted in surprise.

Before they could react, Babel stood up and kicked down the table in front of her.

Although she was born as a falcon and later worked with magic weapons, it was actually not her job to be a magician.

To be more precise, except for the Seven Gods, anyone who drives the elemental power can hardly be said to be a master.

They have no contact with the elements at all and rely entirely on the Eye of God for turnover.

The same is naturally true for these members of the Gilded Brigade in the desert who use weapons containing Erling to fight.

Babel's physical fitness is far stronger than these pampered elders.

This woman with a plump figure flew up, raised her knees and hit the neck of a certain unlucky elder. The blow was full of force, and the crisp sound of bone cracking sounded. The elder's head dropped at a weird angle, his eyes bulged, and he died. The situation is miserable.

After taking care of one person, Babier stood up and took out the knife from her waist to control another elder.

"Quick, Rama, go and control those two..."

In the dispute just now, she had found out who had to die and who could be fought for.

Strictly speaking, for Babel, they all must die.

There are too many nine elders, and one elder is enough to control the fate and future of the tribe.

But now things have changed and she allows some people to live.

But Rama did not take action.

Like all the elders, he watched Babel's sudden outburst.

The future mistress didn't feel embarrassed at all. She wiped off an elder's neck and ended his life.

"what do you mean?"

"Come, Mistress." Rama stretched out his hand, "Give me the blade."

"Do you want to take the blame for me, or do you want my power?"

Babel narrowed her eyes slightly.

This knife killed an elder, and whoever holds it now is the murderer.

What? Is this the person Babel killed?

You read it wrong.

Generally speaking, we should stay away from murder weapons because they imply sin and responsibility.

But now it's a different story.

"Killing is the worst choice." Rama stood up, "We use morality and law to drive the masses, and violence is our last fig leaf."

"The elders taught us that we should respect them. The elders formulated the laws of the tribe and used strict punishment to maintain the dignity of the rules."

"What do you want to say?" Babel frowned slightly, "You did it first, Rama."

"Yes, yes, don't be anxious, my mistress."

Rama said calmly, "You, me, we all know that the law must be biased towards the interests of the group of people who formulated it, followed by the interests of the largest group of people."

The latter must be a group rather than an individual case. The unfortunate experiences of a few people will not affect the overall stability of the rules.

"So the elders preached that people should follow the rules they set."

"I am a member of the tribe, why should I follow their rules?"

The elder named Theia gave the answer: "It's not because you regard yourself as a member of the public, but because you want to become an elder."

"What you maintain is not the interests of the elders, but the interests of you who will become the elder in the future."

She and Babel are friends and enemies.

The matriarchal system and matriarchal society determine that if a person must sit in that position, it is impossible for an elder such as Marcela.

Because they are impossible, those who have the chance, Theia and Babbel, are their enemies.

Having a common enemy, they became friends.

Because the final benefits cannot be shared, they become enemies again.

"Exactly." Rama clapped and smiled, "I will become an elder one day."

"But if I gain this power through violence, when I lose my strength when I am old, I will worry about whether someone will repeat what I did one day when I become weak."

"I am panicked and scared, but after all I am getting old. I have lost my strength and become an old man as skinny as a rotten tree."

"Except for qualifications, oh, let's call it [experience] or [experience], I have no more value."

"I'm scared."

He stood up and took the short knife from Babel's hand.

It was a symbol of tyranny and Rama would not let anyone take possession of it.

Rama squatted down and reached out to close the eyes of the two elders who died violently.

His movements were gentle and there was a look of compassion on his face.

"What has happened before will happen again."

“What has been done will be done again.”

"I used violence to seize power, and in the future someone will use the same means to seize everything from me when I am weak."

"He would kill me, sit in my seat, and enjoy everything I should enjoy."

"This future scares me."

He stood up and his expression returned to calm, "So what should I do?"

"So I taught those who came after me honor, shame and doctrine, and bound all the young people with law and morality."

“I told them that they should respect their elders because their lives are the result of their wise decisions.”

"I tell them that aging is bound to come. If you take care of the elderly today, the young people will take care of you in the same way tomorrow."

"In this way, the tribe's inheritance is orderly, and everyone ends it harmoniously and happily, without having to worry about someone peeking into the power and taking unreasonable measures."

Because this is unjust and unethical.

Such things can be done, but often very difficult to do.

"But today, Elder Babel still did it."

Rama's words were full of regret: "You killed the elders by violent means in order to seize their power."

"You have opened a page of bad history in the desert. From now on, everyone will know that power needs to be obtained by violence, and morality and law are false things."

"This is the wrong thing to do, mother."

The desert also has rules and laws. The chaos here is only for outsiders, but within the tribe, the rules are strict.

There is no doubt that these rules are in the interests of the elders and the tribe as a whole.

Today, the rules are completely broken.

The remaining elders raised their eyebrows.

The situation is better than people.

Rama's exposed strength let them know that even if they were really dissatisfied, they had to talk after leaving the camp.

I express my dissatisfaction to my face now because I feel that I have lived too long and I am anxious to enter eternal sleep.

But it seems that these two people are going to have conflicts before they succeed?

Babel was not in a hurry, she was sure that this was not Rama's attitude.

He may preach morality and law, but not when he has just killed an elder.