Madman!
Frederick Taylor – has gone mad!
To completely merge all of humanity with the Trisolarans, from a soul and thought level, to achieve absolute mental sharing—this plan is simply too insane!
Even the Inquisition, known for its extreme and chaotic nature, pales in comparison to Frederick Taylor's mad plan.
It's no exaggeration to say.
Isaac, as the leader of the 'Obsessed Ones,' would have to admit inferiority in terms of extremism and radicalism!
"You—you're mad?!"
This elder, who had presided over the Inquisition for nearly two hundred years, prided himself on having seen all manner of daemons and monsters, his mind long since unperturbed, yet at this moment, he was still utterly shocked by the mad plan proposed by Taylor.
He had not failed to consider.
Why his former old friend would become so deranged, transforming from a hero, a Wallfacer, resisting the Trisolaran Civilization, into the leader of the ETO organization.
The reasons for this were truly perplexing.
Was it power?
Perhaps this was one reason.
Two hundred years ago, Manuel Rediaz was appointed as the Executive Dean of the Terra Administrative Academy, his position soaring to the core decision-making layer of the High Lord Council, yet Frederick Taylor, also a Wallfacer and leaning towards Seal Holder in the council, only ended up with the position of Chief of Staff of the Ministry of military Affairs.
One must know, these two positions were Worlds apart.
The Ministry of military Affairs was merely a subordinate administrative department of the Administrative Academy, with the Ministry of Internal Affairs being of equal rank. Perhaps this was the reason; the injustice in his heart led Frederick Taylor to this ultimate outcome.
But now, he was certain.
Frederick Taylor's series of mad actions were not for the sake of seizing power at all; he truly believed—that doing so would make humanity better!
And such a person was the most terrifying!
His perception had been twisted; he didn't even believe that what he was doing was wrong.
"No, my friend, you are wrong."
Frederick Taylor regained his composure, but a chilling glint still flickered in the depths of his dark eye sockets.
"I am doing this to save humanity, to prevent humanity from repeating the same mistakes and entering that dark ending!"
"No, you cannot do that!"
Isaac's pupils burst with bloodshot veins, and a sudden surge of strength welled up in his frail body as he lunged fiercely at the person in front of him.
"I will never let your plan succeed!" he snarled, but his body was ultimately too old, long past its youthful prime.
However, just as Isaac made to pounce, he saw Frederick Taylor standing still, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and he snorted coldly.
"Overestimating yourself."
Bang!
Isaac, who had pounced, seemed to hit an invisible wall. With a dull thud, he was flung back by the force, like a kite with a broken string, and crashed heavily to the ground.
The exquisite and expensive tiles shattered, and Isaac, lying on the ground, suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with profound horror.
"You—you—"
"Doesn't it feel familiar?"
Frederick Taylor slowly stepped forward, his leather shoes crunching on the shattered tiles. A chilling coldness spread around him, accompanied by an invisible fear that gradually seeped into his bones.
"You must have witnessed this scene two hundred years ago, didn't you?"
"This is—superpower?!"
Isaac's face was filled with horror.
"Superpower? Hahahahaha—"
Frederick Taylor, upon hearing this, seemed to have heard the greatest joke.
"No, you are wrong, Isaac—this is not a superpower at all. You, us, and even all of humanity, have been deceived by him!"
Isaac was stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Hahahahaha—" Frederick Taylor's laughter was filled with deep mockery.
"I mean—this is not a superpower at all, but a gift bestowed upon humanity by 'Gods,' and he—he is merely a deceiver who, under the guise of 'Gods,' obstructs human evolution!"
As he spoke, he opened his palm.
Under Isaac's gaze, a wisp of eerie blue fire ignited.
The Firelight illuminated the entire room. Although it was burning, it emitted a chilling coldness, so much so that layers of frost covered every corner of the room.
"Heh heh, Isaac—you know nothing." Frederick Taylor laughed sinisterly.
"Outside your Inquisition, he also established a secret unit specifically to find those blessed by 'Gods,' and then secretly execute these people!"
"You think, how did that huge explosion happen during the lunar rebellion? Let me tell you the truth—it was actually that secret unit, in cooperation with the Adeptus Astartes, that secretly executed those blessed by the Gods, which ultimately caused the explosion. You see—although you preside over the Inquisition, you know nothing."
Yes.
Psionics is the greatest secret of this world!
Even the Inquisition was unaware of its existence, and the few who awakened this power would immediately be forcibly taken away by the Adeptus Astartes under various pretexts.
Isaac did not know the concept of 'psionics.'
But now, his eyes were dazed; he remembered that explosion, but in the subsequent investigation, he was obstructed by the Adeptus Astartes, who claimed the incident had been investigated and the Inquisition's involvement was not needed.
However, years of handling Inquisition cases and accumulated intuition told him that psionics might not be as beautiful and simple as it seemed on the surface!
"Look, what a wonderful power—"
Frederick Taylor's gaze fell upon the ignited fire, his eyes deeply immersed in it, utterly intoxicated.
"This is the power bestowed upon us by 'Gods,' it is omnipotent, but what about Emrys? He not only concealed this power from humanity but even wanted to claim it for himself, treating humanity as livestock, and by his own will, seizing the hearts of the world!"
"Now, tell me—Isaac!"
He suddenly clenched his five fingers, crushing the wisp of fire, his expression ferocious and tyrannical.
"Shouldn't we overthrow the rule of this tyrant and seek a better future for humanity, for the world?!"
Isaac closed his eyes.
At this moment, a scale was placed in his heart, with different weights on each side. One side leaned towards Frederick Taylor, and the other towards Emrys. Whose words were the truth?
He hesitated and pondered.
"What are you still hesitating about, Isaac?" Frederick Taylor's tone was gentle, containing an irresistible allure.
"Hand over the 'Final Judgment,' and let us together build a beautiful future for humanity. This beautiful blessing should belong to all humanity, not to a tyrant! A deceiver!"
Isaac closed his eyes in pain.
He had to admit that among the many lies woven by Emrys, the candid Frederick Taylor was indeed more convincing!
"Let me—let me think about it."
He sighed deeply.
"Good, but I cannot let you keep thinking indefinitely, Isaac." Frederick Taylor was already satisfied with this outcome.
"Three days at most, can you do that?"
Isaac nodded silently.
"Wait, I still have one question—"
Suddenly, he asked, "What is this 'Gods' you keep mentioning?"
"The great deity who bestows blessings upon humanity, reveals the true face of the tyrant, and allows me to glimpse humanity's dark future." Frederick Taylor's lips curled into a smile, his eyes filled with fanaticism.
"He is—the deity symbolizing wisdom, also the weaver of fate, the Lord of Change!"