Feuerbach showed Charles a bright smile with his childish expression, "Yes, when SITE2 fell into the sea, I didn't expect that I would survive. Maybe this is luck."
Charles looked through the thick glass at the whale in the distance that was gradually being surrounded by mines. "Why did you ask me to come? Are you asking for mercy?"
Feuerbach seemed to be thinking about something. The bright smile on his face gradually dimmed, but immediately bloomed again.
"Captain, you won. The central computer is gone. The Foundation is no longer your opponent. But do you really need to kill them all?"
Charles swam his head slightly and came to the front of Feuerbach, who was less than one meter tall, looking down at him like a giant.
He looked at the cheerful Fürbach on the Narwhal, the one who was smiling foolishly while holding the red shark in the sea, and the one who played a winning card game in the cabin of the Narwhal. "Do you think I can do it?"
Feuerbach's brilliant smile slowly faded. "Given your character, I think you will definitely kill them all, but why? Why do you want to stop the Foundation? The Foundation's plan is obviously the best solution for humanity."
"You already know even if I don't tell you. Without the Foundation's restraint, what will happen to the humans in Earthsea? Without the Foundation's protection, what will happen to the billions of people on the surface? Is this what you want to see?"
"The bright land you were searching for at all costs was for your family on the surface, wasn't it? Don't you care about their lives?"
Charles raised his right hand and directly lifted Feuerbach in front of him, with a hint of anger on his face. "Don't talk nonsense to me! I only see that you want to kill my crew and my wife! Clean up everything in the sea!!"
"Even if you saved my life, what does it matter? I tell you, I don't care about my life at all, and I won't appreciate your kindness at all!"
"Don't talk like you're so great! You're nothing in front of God! What's the point of all this you've done?!"
Feuerbach looked at Charles behind the glass and said calmly, "I know that we are extremely weak in the face of God, but this is not a reason for us to be cowardly."
"What else can we do if we don't do this? Should we pray humbly to those unknown gods like those Futan believers? Beg them to let us go?"
"Captain, I just want to ask you, is this what you really think? During such a long time in Earthsea, your fear of the gods has prevented you from even thinking about rebelling against them? Are you really willing to accept this?"
Seeing that Charles said nothing, Feuerbach continued, "Captain, I know, we all know, you are not willing to accept it, you are not afraid of death, are you afraid of those gods? Don't you want to resist? Do you want to live under the threat of gods forever?"
"We can perish physically, but the human spirit of resistance must be inherited by someone. If no one inherits this spirit, then humanity will be finished."
Hearing this, Charles' heart seemed to be touched, but he quickly came to his senses, tightened one hand slightly, and Feuerbach began to feel a little difficulty in breathing.
"You guys are planning to control my emotions? Is this a new trick? You're still setting a trap for me after those guys are dead? Have you finished talking after all this time? If you're done, you can go!"
Feuerbach, whose face was flushed with fear, showed no fear at all. He forced a bright smile. "Captain, it's a pleasure to meet you. If it weren't for the position issue, I would actually be happy to be your friend. Your second mate salutes you."
After Feuerbach finished speaking, he took out a pistol from his loose clothes. Instead of shooting Charles who was close to him, he put the gun to his own temple.
The white finger pulled the trigger, "Bang!" The blood-stained sea water gradually wrapped around Feuerbach's body, and the tender child's body swayed slightly with the sea water.
Feuerbach was dead, and his dead eyes contained many things, things that even made Charles look away slightly.
As Charles loosened his hand, Feuerbach's body slowly fell to the bottom of the sea with the flow of the sea water. He looked down at the whale in the distance and said softly: "Clean up the remnants of the Foundation."
As soon as Charles gave the order, the mines around the whale exploded instantly, forming a chain reaction between the mines. The violent explosion enveloped the whale, which was more than ten kilometers long.
Under the illumination of Dawn-1 in the air, the ice melted rapidly. The fissure monsters tried every means to protect the station inside the whale's body, but it was doomed to be in vain. When the ice finally disappeared, they also melted into water.
The dust stirred up from the seabed slowly settled down, and Charles, without saying a word, led his subordinates towards the irregular site.
As expected, there were the Foundation's many defensive measures inside, but in front of Charles, these were not enough, and any resistance was useless in the face of absolute advantage.
Hatch doors were broken open layer by layer, and this last station was quickly occupied by the crew. The enemy was defeated, but there was no joy on Charles' face.
Charles understood that since the Foundation was going to use this as a last resort, there must be a way to retaliate against the Foundation, and he had to be extremely careful.
With a "bang", a steel door was kicked open by Charles, and he saw rows of two-meter square flesh sacs inside.
From the sign next to it, Charles learned that this was the breeding room used for cloning.
But there was something wrong with the color of the flesh sac. It was not the pink color of real flesh, but a dead gray.
Charles' spear hook shot out instantly, cutting the sac. Along with turbid liquid, a body was pulled out. It was the body of an old man curled up like a baby with an umbilical cord.
Charles quickly cut open the flesh sacs one by one, and the dead clones inside were constantly dragged out. Charles did not stop, he continued to look for something.
Finally he found what he was looking for on the last wall. It was the clones of the GK Council. Compared to their previous weird appearance, their clones were even weirder.
The huge spider back of T6 was shriveled and only a thin layer of skin was left. The two crow heads of T9 turned into five heads of different sizes and stuck together.
I don’t know if it was because of 004’s impression, but the GK Council’s back-up plan failed. They were hanging on the wall, motionless, with no signs of coming back to life.
Charles stood there looking at the quietly dying GK Council, and he suddenly had a sense of absurdity.
The things that Feuerbach and those rift monsters were protecting had long been killed by 004, so what were they protecting after all this effort
They were dead, but Charles, standing among the blood and corpses, felt that they were all alive.
They stood there like eight judges trying to judge Charles, as if they were the victors.
This feeling made him inexplicably irritated. They were clearly dead, so he should have won!
"Clang~!" The black thorn instantly appeared in Charles' hand. He kicked his feet and rushed forward, chopping off T6's head directly.
This is not over yet, the sound of flesh tearing continued to be heard, and Charles began to tear the bodies of the GK council members frantically, tearing their bodies hanging on the wall into pieces of meat.
When he stopped, the former GK Council had turned into broken limbs mixed in blood on the ground.
Charles, covered in blood, looked no different from them at this moment.
(End of this chapter)