"Robespierre, our persistence is meaningless. The people are dying, the soldiers are sacrificing, but no one cares about us." In the ruins of old Paris, the revolutionaries who have been moving in the ruins complained to the former boss Poke: "Those extraordinary people still ignore us, the monsters hidden in the shadows are hunting us, no one cares about us at all, our revolution has failed."

"You are right. Our revolution has failed. The challenge of the mortals' authority to the extraordinary has failed. " Robespierre reached out and touched the bandage on his forehead. This was the trace left by a bounty hunter of the Temple of Wealth: "Because our revolutionary group itself is pure, how many of us are extraordinary now? These extraordinary people enjoy almost all the supplies we can provide, and even our own team can only do so. What reason do we have to oppose this reality?"

"Mr. Robespierre, but we need the extraordinary people to fight now. Those non-extraordinary soldiers are simply powerless to resist the extraordinary people of the old forces." The revolutionary army soldier standing in front of Robespierre was originally just the son of a shoemaker. If there were not so many changes, he should have inherited his father's business and become another shoemaker, serving the powerful with his own skills, and earning insignificant rewards.

Now, in the past few months of life-threatening battle, the shoemaker's son has been transformed into an extraordinary person who carries a gun. Robespierre has no idea what profession he is, but the other party's physical fitness has been comprehensively enhanced, and can recharge gunpowder faster and create fire with bare hands. Although the flame is not powerful, it is enough to ignite the medicine pool on the musket.

He can also affect the combustion efficiency of gunpowder to a certain extent and increase the range and power of the weapon. Any musket that has been maintained in his hands will reach perfect state. The opponent even showed the ability to slightly repair the trajectory of the projectile in recent battles.

Robespierre had never seen such a supernatural person before, but among the revolutionaries, such supernatural persons were gradually increasing.

Since the entire Paris Grande was attacked by a chaos erosion incident, the survivors in this ruin seem particularly prone to becoming extraordinary people.

Paris is located in the central area of ​​the entire Old Continent and is the capital of the Gallic Empire. Although the Gallic Empire has now split into two parts, they obviously do not want to see the former Paris site become a Chaos-falling area.

Here, Robespierre saw the angels falling from the sky, falling down the light rain, purifying the evil demons that crawled out of the chaos, and seeing a large number of extraordinary people entering the ruins and digging out the buried wealth.

No one cared about the revolutionaries who ignited the entire Paris that night. In the eyes of the church and other people in power, the revolutionary organization led by Robespierre was basically equivalent to the worshippers of Chaos.

In fact, it was almost the same. Robespierre didn't know how many Chaos worshipers were in the night when they destroyed Paris. Under the guise of the Revolutionary Army, they arranged sacrifice rituals everywhere in the city, which eventually led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent people.

This was not his intention, but when the wave came, Robespierre realized how small he was. He had hoped that he would do a career as great as Marx, but reality always gave him the most cruel blow.

Even this revolutionary army formed by himself is now facing division.

"The musket regiment hopes to leave this ruin, and we will take away all the civilians who are willing to leave, and promise that they will not be discriminated against in the Upper Gaul Empire." The son of the shoemaker said to Robespierre: "Mr. Robespierre, the revolution has failed, but we are still alive, and we must live, and as long as we still exist, there is still a chance."

"No, there is no chance. You are like other extraordinary people, choose to defend your inherent interests." Robespierre shook his head: "You are still alive, but you will never represent the interests of all non-extraordinary people. Let's go, take as many survivors as possible and protect them, but we will be enemies when we meet next time."

"I don't know what you're still sticking to, but here is nothing but ruins and death." The son of the shoemaker took a last look at Robespierre: "We will leave at dawn, and then maybe everyone except you will leave."

"I can be alone and think about where the problem happened." Robespierre closed his eyes and refused to look at the other person again: "Leave, leave now."

At this moment, the shell belonging to Robespierre seemed to have disappeared. The one who curled up in the original place was the street gangster boss born in the old continent and growing far south, Pock.

What appeared in his mind was the first time he was involved in the chaos erosion incident by the group of Seris. He was embarrassed with Marx. He remembered the scars left to Anthony Harbor after the disaster, but with Marx's efforts, the city finally came back to life.

And now?

Boss Poke looked around the ruins of Paris Grande in front of him, and phosphate fires emerged from time to time under the night sky, as if paying homage to the city.

Marx once said that chaos is unfathomable and hidden deep in everyone's heart. So is everything he does to this city also arranged by chaos?

Boss Poke wailed in pain at the quiet night, as if he was venting something, but he immediately covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that the revolutionaries who had trusted him would hear it, which would damage his image in their hearts.

Unlike Marx's selflessness, the only reason that supported Boss Poke to accomplish all this was that he hoped that he could accomplish something big and become a person who would be remembered.

In the darkness, a shadow with a hood appeared on the beam above Boss Poke's head and looked down at him.

The shadow silently watched Boss Poke's various behaviors and quietly landed on the ground, walking on the ground as if it had no weight, approaching step by step, and finally standing behind the other party.

"Maximilian François Poke Isido de Robespierre, hundreds of thousands of people in Paris died for you, I am here to sentence you to death." Shadow took off his hood: "This is a greeting from the Brotherhood of Assassins."

The next second, Robespierre, who was still a mortal, not a transcendent, was beheaded by the assassin behind him.
Chapter completed!