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

New Manhattan Central Hospital, 350 Boulevard, New Manhattan.

This general hospital is one of the largest medical institutions in New Manhattan, specializing in all types of emergency care, general medical care, and care for high-risk infected patients.

In a room dedicated to critically ill patients.

Sophia felt a sharp pain, and every nerve in her body was burning. She struggled to wake up from the dark consciousness, and her eyelids were as heavy as lead.

"ah--"

Finally, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and a pure white light penetrated her field of vision.

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

The bright shadowless lamp on the ceiling emitted an indifferent light, illuminating her pale face.

Sophia's vision was blurry, and the world in front of her sometimes shook and sometimes came into focus.

She turned her head sideways and saw that the walls of the room were clean white and had strict soundproofing facilities, giving people a feeling of isolation from the world.

Beside her, several advanced medical equipment were operating silently.

Her vital signs were constantly beating on the monitor screen: heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, as well as special fluctuations in her infection condition.

There was an infusion tube inserted into her right arm, and the slender tube was connected to the hanging medicine bottle. The liquid slowly dripped into her veins. There were several sensors attached to her chest, connected to the nearby instruments, which emitted a slight sound.

Beep, monitoring her life status.

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

Her body under the hospital clothes was so weak that she could hardly move. There was a faint burning sensation in her shoulders, and the ore disease crystals on her neck seemed to have spread deeper. She moved her fingers slightly, trying to feel the condition of her limbs, but her body seemed to

It's like being restrained and unable to move.

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

She blinked, trying to focus on the real world, but the memories of that moment came flooding back - Mikhail, Sleipnir, the devastating battle, the collapse of the arena.

Sophia was recalling all the chaos yesterday, and her mind was filled with fragments of that battle.

Suddenly, a clear and rhythmic voice interrupted her thoughts.

"You're awake."

The voice was gentle yet majestic, and Sophia was suddenly startled.

What's going on?

She didn't even notice anyone approaching.

Even though she is seriously injured now, her spiritual and infection organs are still running. Under normal circumstances, anyone approaching her cannot escape her perception.

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

She turned her head with difficulty, trying to see clearly 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 skills were skillful and his movements were very light. The apple skin slowly peeled off like silk under the blade and curled into a complete apple.

Long strips, not even broken.

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

Beside him, there was an exquisite black top hat and a silver cane, leaning quietly next to the chair.

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

She tentatively spoke, her tone slightly doubtful:

"You are..."

The blond young man smiled softly, placed the sliced ​​apple slices in his hand on the fruit plate nearby, and then turned his head to look at her, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

Those golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun, but revealed an elusive depth.

"Didn't you write me a letter and include a link in it?"

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

"Well, you have a really special habit of writing letters. You like to include "Relevant Opinions on Promoting the Urbanization of New Types of Infected People" in your emails - a full 221-page report."

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

Hugh Abraham...the fourth sword-bearer in heaven.

The moment Sophia saw Xia Xiu, her thoughts suddenly became chaotic, her lips trembled slightly, and she spoke incoherently:

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

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

The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven still maintained a calm smile and was 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 were fine. It was just the Cultural Committee, but it was terrible. Now the Liberation Hooves has 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 pursuit of liberation 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, Sophia summoned up the courage to ask:

"You... why didn't you stop the hooves of liberation? With your power and the power of your administration, you can easily solve the hooves of liberation..."

"Also, you should have been present 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 who liberates the sound of hoofs, 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 his motives for action in terms of morality and ideology. He is now more like a master with extreme ideology, which may cause irreversible disasters at any time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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 is always obsessed with 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 wound truly rest and recover."

"The same thing applies to groups."

"Free Hoofbeat and Mikhail, they are the scars of the infected group, the epitome of many of your wounds. They constantly and repeatedly tear their wounds, refusing to let them heal, but instead letting them worsen and bleed.

Decay until... local 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 has never allowed 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 innocence.

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

I don't need to care if those scars go from partial rot to total collapse.

I will use the most direct method to cut off all voices of resistance and forcibly create an order that appears to be perfect on the surface."

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

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

Her voice gradually became lower, 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 Chen Guang, but I know that I am not the real Chen Guang... I am just that weak match.

Since I founded the Pseudoman Sports 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 lead people to respond

Have everything to survive."

"I'm not complaining...nor am I trying to say how great I am."

"I just know that as the founder of the alliance, I shoulder a responsibility. This responsibility is so heavy that I can't breathe. I often feel that I can't hold it anymore."
To be continued...