Chapter 4224

Although the fire of Atlantis was extinguished after the intervention of "external forces", this dynamic chaos is far from the end.

Those radical members were in danger. Some of them voluntarily gave up their membership of Atlantis, separated from the golden family and fled in a panic.

They are afraid that the resource group will retaliate, so they choose to flee to the end of the world.

In fact, such a choice is also right, and there are rules to follow.

On a thunderstorm night 20 years ago, Sebastian Coe didn't let these people go... Not a single fish escaped the net.

The law enforcement team leader is selfless, acts in strict accordance with the family rules, and does not leave any kindness. Killing everything is what he is used to doing.

In fact, this practice is no longer good to evaluate whether it is right or wrong.

Maybe, in order to avoid future troubles, Sebastian Coe really had to do it.

Therefore, those radical members who failed to revolt were worried that this situation would happen again.

No one is willing to bear the consequences of losing their lives - even if they have the courage to rebel.

Now, Atlantis is short of principals, and Lancelot has to stand up and preside over the overall situation.

However, this time, he did not let the story repeat in a more cruel and bloody way.

"You can't kill like before." Sebastian Coe shook his head, with a sense of powerlessness in his voice: "if this happens again, people will be killed."

This is also the contradiction of the law enforcement captain.

He has always been the person who sticks to the principle most. However, at this time, Sebastian Coe also wavered from the standpoint of the overall situation.

He seems to find that his past code of conduct does not seem to be completely correct.

At an age like Sebastian Coe, such a shaking will have a strong impact on his own mentality - even if his own mind is as firm as a rock, at this moment, no matter how hard the rock is, it will also produce cracks.

"All the members of the radical faction who participated in the riot, get rid of the leaders, and let bygones be bygones." When Lancelot said this, his voice went down in a low voice: "just think it has never happened."

let bygones be bygones!

Just pretend it never happened!

Is this really possible?

What a concession!

"Let bygones be bygones... It's not that we can't give such orders, but it's really difficult to get perfect implementation in the end." Sebastianco said.

He has killed several guards this day.

These are the backbone of the family.

With such a disturbance by the radicals, there may be a fault in the whole Atlantis.

"This is also a helpless way." Lancelot said faintly, "you can't kill all of them. Judge the punishment according to the responsibility. There's no other way."

In the eyes of the radicals, they are already panicking after the defeat. After all, the bloody means of the law enforcement team was too popular. Even if Lancelot made the decision to tolerate them this time, whether these people have the courage to come back is another matter.

"Well, if you do, the task of the law enforcement team will be easier." Sebastian Coe laughed at himself and said, "I don't have to be as numb as I was 20 years ago."

In fact, the current law enforcement team has been reduced by more than three quarters.

They had been struggling to maintain family order and fought fiercely with the radicals before, so the law enforcement team also became the branch with the greatest sacrifice in the whole Atlantis.

"The patriarch's position is not easy to sit." Lancelot shook his head again, and there was no fire of power in his eyes: "here... It's too hot, no matter how many layers of cushions are used."

If it had been put a year ago, he would have been very willing to accept the task of making decisions for the patriarch. After all, Lancelot has been dormant and waiting for many years for this day.

But now, in the face of the devastated castia and the golden family that almost broke the inheritance, Lancelot has no ambition. He even wants to let cassidilin come back quickly so that he can throw this mess to him.

"All right." Sebastian Coe thought for a moment and said, "the law enforcement team will try its best to implement your order. In addition, it is also important to appease the emotions of resource groups and centrists."

This time, the two sides fought for life and death. Seeing too much blood, many family members became enemies of life and death. This time, Lancelot's practice of tolerating the radicals is bound to be strongly rebounded by another faction.

So, the position of the patriarch is really hot.

If you are not careful, both sides will be thankless, and the trust value accumulated over the years will directly drop to zero.

"In the past, it was always believed that absolute power represented absolute freedom. Now it seems that this is not the case at all." Lancelot said, "some fruits look very fresh and sweet, but if you don't taste them personally, you will never know how bitter and astringent the kernel is hidden under the bright appearance."

"I'm glad to see that you have changed from an ambitious man to a philosopher." Said Sebastian Coe, standing up and ready to walk out.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll take a rest." Sebastian Coe said: "after taking the blood of inheritance, I feel that there is still room to further improve my control over my body. However, before further improving myself, I have to take a nap."

"Blood of inheritance... Lost Holy Land... Is that true?" Lancelot had seen from the battle that Sebastian Coe's strength had increased by more than one third compared with that before.

Lancelot congratulated him on this, but his state of mind was very calm, and even his heart did not produce a little envy.

This kind of mentality may not appear from the previous careerist at all.

However, after the family war, Lancelot was unprecedentedly calm.

"Of course it's true." Sebastian Coe said in a deep voice. He stopped and looked at Lancelot: "this is the third time you have asked me this question. I really don't understand. What's the doubt about the Holy Land in the Kilimanjaro mountains?"

Sebastian Coeur felt that Lancelot's idea was a little ridiculous. It was obviously too cautious, and this caution was even unreasonable.

"If this blood of inheritance is not true, how can it improve my combat power so much? How can it appear in the lost holy land?" Sebastian Coe said, "if I have the opportunity, I really want to take you back to have a look and see how magnificent and magnificent the temple located in the mountain is."

"I know what you want to express, I believe your eyes, but..." Lancelot hesitated a little, as if trying to correct his words: "but seeing is not necessarily true."

Sebastian Coe is extremely loyal to Atlantis, as is this precious golden vein.

The law enforcement captain who adhered to the principle even believed that this suspicion of Lancelot was an expression of disrespect to his ancestors!

"Is there any problem with this? The holy land is there, and the guardian of the holy land is there. Lancelot, you know, nothing can hide from my eyes." Sebastian Coe seemed a little unhappy and said coldly, "Lancelot, over the years, you have become obsessed with fighting for power and profit, and your vision has become short-sighted."

The judgment standard of the law enforcement captain is very simple - you have not seen the beauty of the temple with your own eyes, and you suspect that this is a false prosperity? Even conspiracy? This is obviously bullshit!

"Well, I believe you. After all, the function of blood of inheritance is so magical." Lancelot said, "if you have a chance, you must go to Africa to have a look."

"The ancestors of Atlantis are incomparably great. Their life course is so glorious and sacred that we descendants are completely unqualified to question them." Sebastian Coe said, "Lancelot, your mind is confused. Please focus on now."

After saying that, the law enforcement captain turned and left.

Lancelot watched the golden figure disappear. He obviously wanted to stop talking, but Sebastian Coe's attitude was so firm that he couldn't say more.

"Magic blood of inheritance, magic lost holy land." Lanslotz looks like an atheist, so he doubts such inheritance. After all, even the former holy land castia can't form such a huge promotion for the descendants of the golden family, which is simply a leap forward.

Is there really no sequela after this substantial improvement?

Lancelot felt very tired. He sat down on the chair and didn't want to stand up again.

This is unprecedented fatigue, from the heart to the body, all full of a sense of emptiness.

"Maybe it's old." Lancelot shook his head and looked at the empty room. The once ambitious suddenly felt an unprecedented loneliness.

The children of Lancelot, Poseidon, Suye, and Mirabelle, all left his father.

Once he thought that absolute power was the supreme pursuit in life, but now, the lonely surroundings make people feel so lonely.

"Power is like spring medicine, which can excite people for a while, but it is not eternal." Lancelot said to himself, "the basic emotion of human beings is."

Emotion is eternal.

Human beings can never overcome this sense of loneliness in their hearts.

The night is deep.

Although Lancelot was tired, he didn't feel much sleepy.

He just sat there for an hour, thinking about several unanswered questions.

Then Lancelot stood up, walked to the huge bookcase, stepped on the ladder to the top of the bookcase, and pulled out a thick book full of dust from it.

"This is something that has been dusty for 20 years, and I almost forgot it."

Lancelot said, brushing the dust off it and revealing the name of the book.

The once golden words have become mottled and gloomy.

The cover of this booklet reads:

For an unforgettable Memorial -- the list of Atlantis' dead.

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Lancelot sat at the table. He took a deep breath, as if he were treating an extremely precious thing, and carefully opened the book.

Each page is divided according to the year, and it is full of names. On page 58, Lancelot finally saw the name he was looking for.

Leno.

"Died twenty years ago." He said softly.