"...For finite life, it is the end of everything, and finite life cannot achieve eternity, so many people finally understand that they can only choose to fall. After all, if eternity is not achieved, it will inevitably happen after a certain length of time.
Death, and only those that are relatively closer to eternity belong to individuals
Things exist in a more abstract way, such as wisdom. However, many people do not have any wisdom worthy of praise, or in other words, no one’s wisdom is more than this, so everyone has some kind of accumulation, and
How long will it last? A very reasonable answer - the fear of death."
"You may not understand every trace of eternity, but your desires point very straight towards eternity. Your desires are hit and distorted by reality, and become your resentment against reality. This resentment is the reality of your existence in the world.
, the princesses and princes in the story, the great men in the historical records, they are all dead. If you yearn for eternity, you will subconsciously realize that the happiness they once had is low-level, and then
Realize that all stories have hidden truths that persuade you to pursue true eternity. What if you don’t pursue eternity? Then you will die. This is true for you, but others can still feel it from the death of you who do not pursue eternity.
The fear of death, in the final analysis, there is an "absolutely antagonistic" relationship between "reality" and "existence", so is it right to tell everyone about the fear of death?"
Suddenly, Amnak in the stands chuckled and said:
"Look, what a perfect excuse, philosophy, it can be used for any purpose, even turning murderers into poets."
Soshyan on the side also spoke slowly, his voice overshadowing the performers.
"Perhaps your truth is to resist fate, but equally, your fallacy lies in denying life. If you deny the meaning of life itself, what is the meaning of your resistance?"
After saying that, Soshyan jumped lightly, climbed over the guardrail, landed on the steps below, and then walked through the auditorium full of stiff living dead and came to the stage.
"You excuse your actions. You feel that everything you do is to free the race from its fate and the fear of death, but you ignore the diversity of life and natural rights, instill your will into others, and destroy others...
.You are not the kind of person who understands nothingness but does not
A wise man and a warrior who is afraid of nothingness, knows himself and can transcend himself. You are just a miserable tyrant. Your neglect of every individual who resists is your greatest cruelty. You are the bane of the Necrontyr race, which you personally killed.
Szarak, the dead king."
The other party lowered his head, and a unique laugh came out from under the golden mask of the human face.
"Tyrant? What is a tyrant?"
"There is an arrogant and confused soul that sacrifices everything for what it thinks and wants."
"If the so-called tyrant is what you said, he is actually a person who sacrifices everyone for his own desires or ambitions. As for me, I have no desires. I no longer have any desire in terms of honor and power. I use this power,
It’s also for compensation.”
"Compensation for what?"
"To compensate for the stupidity and hatred of those who claim to be gods, there is only one way to compete with gods, and that is to be as cruel and ruthless as gods. At least you have begun to understand this."
Soshyan laughed twice, then shook his head.
"So this is the reason why the Awakened One rejected you. You still don't understand it yet."
Then he walked onto the stage and came to the other party.
"You made so many arrangements and staged such a big battle just to tell me those nonsense?"
"Then what do you want to say to me?"
Soshiyang looked down at the "mastermind" who was close at hand, and said in a very calm tone:
"No matter what deal you have made with Xerxes, I will not let you succeed, and everything you have done to the Eleventh Legion and the humans here must pay a price. Now that the Necrontyr race is dead,
You should retire from the stage honestly, but you still choose to continue to make trouble, then I will break your eternal old dream."
"So, is this a declaration of war? Even if I helped you."
"Help? Ha, who would a thing like you really help? Your actions and words are all lies, just like how you deceived Xerxes."
The mysterious king shook his head and opened his arms.
"If truth does not exist, then there is nothing that can provide value or order to justify our actions. Therefore, we are not in a valuable world, neither in the past nor in the future, nor can we find any reason for it.
It’s a way to defend yourself or shirk responsibility. If that’s the case, let’s put on a mask and use lies. These are his exact words. Your thinking is still much worse than his.”
"Because I am not him. What I want to do is to use violence to stop your plan."
After saying that, Soshyan stretched out his hand forward, but missed it.
At the same time, the stage under his feet suddenly collapsed, and then countless sharp claws stretched out to grab his hands and feet from all directions. The living corpses sitting stiffly in the audience also glowed with green light, and were then violently killed.
The claws scratched the body.
In an instant, the entire theater was filled with countless skinners.
When the cold claws touched Soshyan's cheek, he still had a mocking smile on his face, staring at the white patch not far away.
"Is that it?"
There was a loud bang, and the entire theater seemed to have withstood a heavy bomb. The walls and dome were torn apart by huge force, and a large number of fragments were thrown into the sky like raindrops. Then a majestic existence rose in the smoke rising from the ruins.
"Feel this power that makes you tremble again!!!"
Soshyan, who transformed into Landugol, spread his arms and let out a roar that swept across the earth. Then all the skinners raised their heads, and red mist rose up from their bodies and merged into Soshyan's body.
At that moment, his power expanded like never before. He didn't even know how many Skinners gathered here, but the number must have been staggering, because the mist gathered from all directions on the planet.
He realized that as he was eating, power was flowing into her, an incredible power, heightened by an endless sense of fear.
Even Soshiyang himself was once afraid of the power of the Star God, but now he was fearless. He suddenly realized that the vast number of sentient beings in the galaxy were ultimately just fuel for promotion.
This is a blood sacrifice.
He didn't know how far things would develop. His thinking was a little chaotic. His lust and infinitely expanding personal will gradually took over. Although he had not yet succumbed to hunger, he began to accept...
"I will make every one of you! Every Necrontyr! a slave again!"
He noticed the moon hanging in the sky, which was the same as Talos's description, two evil moons, and countless dark stars——