After Human Extinction, I'm Endangered

When the queen entered the palace, someone quickly passed the news to Harry's ears.

"The current situation is too unfavorable for us. Who knows that the thirteenth district can really get the old emperor back. Lord Drucker and the others are afraid of offending Gallius. Heine no longer supports us, Your Highness..."

The subordinate panicked and went to see the master.

"Galius Heine has already sued you to a court-martial. The least of your actions is to be exiled to the stars. Even if the royal family has the right to pardon, if he is stuck in the vote of the parliament, you may not escape the punishment."

"In addition, the queen has no love for you, and will definitely persuade your majesty to give up you! If you don't leave, you will die, and if you leave, you will die! Galius Heine must be waiting for you outside, and it is best not to go out now choose--"

At worst, he would be exiled, but he could still save his life!

The subordinate who accompanied the master to the end knew that he was going to die, and his face was mournful.

Harry, who heard the whole story from the beginning, ignored his frowning subordinates, and stood up leisurely. His slender, white fingers scanned the rows of clothes for formal occasions in the closet, and finally landed on his favorite one and began to put on clothes. .

Subordinate: "Your Highness?"

Harry: "Shh, don't make noise."

"..." The subordinate closed his mouth, and looked at this prince, who was always difficult to guess his mind, dressed himself up in a costume for no reason.

Platinum blond fluffy ear-length short hair is curled up a little, and the angelic quiet and beautiful face and eyes are shining.

Although the queen is a woman who is a businessman and a ruthless philistine, she is indeed beautiful.

Beauty is like a goddess descending to earth.

And only the youngest of her three children, Harry, inherited her beauty and looked the most like her.

In the eyes of his subordinates, the delicate prince laughed and hummed, matched gems and accessories for himself, and finally stood in front of the fitting mirror and nodded with satisfaction, saying the second sentence of the day:

"You can go out."

What?go out?

The subordinate hurriedly said: "No way, Your Highness, outside..."

"I know." Harry interrupted him, curling up his lips and staring at himself in the mirror, "I did it, I destroyed Gallius Heine, I destroyed the Empire. It was I who turned the hero into a demonic mad dog, for The world brings chaos. Why can't I, who created it all, see my masterpiece?"

He turned to look at his dumbfounded subordinates.

"Shouldn't I stand in front of my favorite work and let the world know whose 'credit' it is all about?"

"cocoa……"

"It would be ridiculous to be an evil person and remain anonymous." With madness and excitement in Harry's eyes, he murmured softly, "When I think of the future, everyone will grit their teeth angrily when they mention me, but I can't do anything to enjoy what I bring to them. I am very happy, super-happy!!”

In Harry's eyes, Gallius, who killed his wife and children with his own hands, has become a madman.

The madman will not stop killing, he is the first, the old emperor is the second, and more people will be the third fourth fifth...

The taste of blood is addictive.

Harry knew it better than anyone.

Perhaps the fallen hero at the beginning just wanted revenge, but after he enjoyed using a powerful posture to silence those who opposed him, he would continue to relapse!

Eventually become a tyrant who rules by fear!

"I'm going to fulfill him..."

Harry seemed to smell the smell of crime and disorder, his smile was crazy, blood was on the corner of his mouth, and his pupils gleamed coldly.

Since it is a grand disaster, what's the point of not using the blood of the 'creator' to stain the hero's faith and pull down the beautiful ending and painful prologue?

Gallius Heine... Heh... You are so pitiful...

The subordinate guessed something, couldn't control the fear, his eyes were flustered and his head was covered with cold sweat, "Your Highness, I, I..."

Harry glanced at him blankly, "You don't have to come with me." Useless things don't feel good when they go.

The subordinate was suddenly relieved when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your forgiveness, thank you, Your Highness, for your forgiveness." Huh, fortunately, I don't have to die.

Thinking this was the last trace of kindness from the master, the subordinate's eyes were slightly red, and he watched the master leave.

On the other side, as soon as he left the palace, Harry knew that someone was following him, chuckled. He and the other party knew that they were the only smart people in the world, so there was no need to hide it.

He simply drove an ordinary aircraft with the tail behind him, and came to a relatively quiet library that was waiting for renovation.

The British library sits in the shape of a fan, and the high dome is painted about human worship.

The empty bookshelves stand in rows as if they are connected to the sky, and some of the bookshelves are embedded in the wall. You need to walk up the spiral stairs and look at them while walking.

Harry sat on the steps of the escalator, condescendingly smiling and looking at the blond man who walked in.

It's like watching the fateful confrontation between yourself and the other party.

"You finally came."

Gallius looked indifferent, raised his sharp eyes and fell on Harry, but did not speak.

He has two lightsabers in his hand, both of which are commonly used in close combat in the thirteenth district.Now, Gallius threw one of them to Harry, activating the weapon himself.

When the eyes of the two people intersected, they seemed to be burning, the former was a biting killing intent, and the latter was paranoid madness.

"Wow, are you going to kill me with your own hands in a duel?" Harry stood up with great interest, stroked the blade, and activated the lightsaber, squinting his eyes at the taciturn man, "This is really interesting."

Looking at each other, Harry walked down one step at a time, talking.

"Want to count?"

"Like 1, 2, 3—"

"Zheng!"

Before the words were written, Harry jumped down and pressed his sword firmly against the sword in front of Gallius. The lightsaber collided, and his face illuminated by the light smiled ferociously.

Gallius, who had not been shaken at all, looked at him coldly through thick eyelashes, and fought back with his sword in the next second. Pushing away Harry, the sword quickly drew towards Harry's heart!

Harry, who was not strong enough, staggered and bumped into an empty bookshelf in order to avoid it, and laughed as he looked at the cut fabric on his chest.

"Yes, that's it! The more angry you are, the more it shows my success. Your current anger is all for you! Hahaha."

Gallius, who knew what he was talking about, also raised the corners of his lips, and smiled inexplicably.

The sharp lightsaber waved with the sound of cracking the air, and the two quickly fought together. The buzzing and collision of the lightsabers was amplified countless times under the dome!

Whether it is strength, speed, or actual combat experience, Harry, who has just grown up and has not studied systematically, is far behind Gallius, who has trained himself rigorously since he was a child, and has experienced countless assassinations and head-to-head confrontations with death.

Like a toddler, and a grown beast.

Except for the first few hits, Gallius blocked all of Harry's attacks with ease, and easily cut holes in the costume that were deep enough to see blood oozing from the bones.

Blood dripped onto the ground, rubbing everywhere under the messy footsteps.

The civilized library turned into a Colosseum, and the sword-wielding man brutally tore his prey apart.

Harry was short of breath, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were red and his vision was blurry from the pain.

He knew that the person on the other side only wanted to torture him, and he was already ready to die, but the pain was so painful that he was eager to get rid of it earlier, so he cursed fiercely.

"Look at your current appearance...you thought you were a glorious hero, but unfortunately no one cares about your efforts...the emperor? Minister? They want you to die!

You and your family are like self-impressed old emperors, dreaming of sacrificing themselves to protect the empire, but in reality you are nothing!Disgusting!

hehe……"

Harry gasped, his stomach was pierced and he spat out a mouthful of blood, the acid in his stomach pouch burned his internal organs, it was so painful.

But he stared at the indifferent man and laughed as if he had poked the other man's sore foot.

Look, angry.

The so-called strongest is nothing more than that!After all, he is still controlled by him!

"I made you..."

"Galius --!! I made you!!! Hahahaha."

"That human died by your hand, and your child was still in its belly... cough cough cough... I dragged it out of the safe house and stuffed it into the mech... I was looking forward to, looking forward to your hand kill it..."

With two clanks, the sword in Harry's hand was knocked down.

He couldn't stand still and sat leaning against the bookshelf, his surroundings were wet with blood.

Gallius walked up to him, stepped on the blood and left footprints, looked down at Harry who was vomiting blood and laughed, and said calmly: "An evil person like you should never have been born in the first place. You, have not been judged." necessary!"

Harry, whose consciousness began to blur, swallowed his blood, and said vaguely, "You're just, you're the next me..."

"No, I am not."

"I made you, you are my perfect creation..."

"You can't create anyone, I'm still Gallius Heine."

"... Chih, cough cough cough lie..."

The moment Gallius squatted down, raised his sword and put it into Harry's chest, Harry looked at him with complacency in his almost out-of-focus eyes.

Until Gallius leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Joy is not dead."

"?!!!"

No, it's impossible!

You are lying, you are lying! ! !

Harry opened his eyes wide and struggled to see the expression on Gallius' face, but only saw the corner of his lips raised before he suddenly lost his breath.

Even before he died, his expression was shocked, resentful and unwilling.

The crimson eyes widened, unexpectedly dying with regret!

Gallius got up and shook off the blood on his sword and stood up straight, standing in front of his corpse for a moment, turned and left without hesitation.

The blond hair rose and fell, and the sound of footsteps echoed and dispersed in the empty library, leaving only a corpse.

Everything is finally over...