It can no longer be called a battle, it is not a fight between cold weapons, there is not even any gunfire, everything is abstract and vague.
The dissolving Joseph whizzed by from all directions like the passing wind of fear, creating strange and bizarre scenes, distortions and pathos of thousands of years or even more.
It has formed an ultimate technique.
This art is not magic, nor is it a performer's card trick, but human enthusiasm that has been robbed and has nowhere to evaporate.
It was not a technique released by Joseph.
Rather, it is a kind of "charm" of the entire history.
As a result, for a long time, the exploration of metaphysics has been completely stopped, and everything has become metaphysical and more concrete. Everything is just for practicality, and pure things and true insights have been lost.
When looking back at the entire history of the world, anything that can be called a theory or system represents its criticism of the established ideas that were popular at the time, thereby inventing a whole new set of explanatory languages.
People fall into a superstition of practicality and explanation.
Once upon a time, people knew where the destination was, but they just didn't have the means to reach it.
Nowadays, people have a way to get there, but they have lost their purpose.
As a result, history cannot be freed from the control of phenomenology.
All ordinary people's desire to connect with the deep world, those obsessive obsessions, and the "skills" of building bridges with truth, were all suspended by Joseph.
If Arnold is the destruction and fury of the entire ancient history of mankind.
So this is the sorrow and...resentment of the entire ancient history of mankind.
Like a nightmare, full of fear and unknown things.
The fetus being roasted on the witch's Sabbath, the ugly old woman looking in the mirror, the lake of blood haunted by fallen angels.
All the curses, the blasphemies, the lamentations.
All hymns, ecstasy, cries, and tears.
Formless and formless.
It was just like the wind of thought, pouring into every gap in Di Biao's body, sinking into his nose, piercing his eyes, drilling through his eardrums, and sliding against the inner wall of every pipe.
An idea, a form, a being.
The leaden muddy River Styx poured into his brain.
Even though Di Zhu tore open his skull and scooped it up with his hands, trying to get the unknown water out, they penetrated the cortex, penetrated the soul, and penetrated Di Zhu's consciousness.
Luring him into the depths of a big nightmare, struggling with his hands in the mud, is like walking down endless steps without handrails.
This is everyone's common nightmare.
It is also a news broadcast on CRT TV.
This is something Di Wei has seen countless times.
The physical world.
No reflection.
It will only solidify itself more and more until it completely eliminates human will.
Everything is just a shadow play of the undead caused by practicality, efficiency, and power.
Once you realize this.
You can no longer break free.
Di Wei fights against the sorrow and resentment of the dead throughout history.
And Di Wei already knew.
When Joseph's true nature was revealed, Dick had already won.
No one can resist the whole history.
Except Di Bong.
Because he started doing that a long time ago and was quite successful.
Whether it's self-destruction, killing, bombing, or terrorist attacks.
Even.
Doomsday, nuclear winter.
He has been implementing this all along.
On the empty throne of power, confronting the God of Cyberspace that does not exist, or may exist.
It was born in response to the calamity.
This world is your cradle and your trap.
If you find a way out of your own limitations, it is a trap, and the thought of escaping from it will only strengthen the trap.
Don't do what you want to do, do what you have been trained to do that is completely wrong or even disgusting.
A person is born with a mistake and it takes a lifetime to correct it.
And Di Wei is the top officer of the entire "revision" organization.
Worker bees can fly away and drone bees can leave.
Only the queen bee is eternally enslaved.
Practical and interpretive historical narratives infiltrated by superstition, intervened, influenced, and manipulated by the god of cyberspace in a hidden way.
in this system.
The sum of all remainders.
Dickey.
A resolution must be made.
The wasteland is littered with the falling embers of nuclear winter.
It's like nothing happened.
Both of them stood there extremely calmly, as if all the confrontations had been completed in another world.
A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Joseph's mouth, but he wiped it away without leaving a trace.
"We are already outside number and existence."
"We have arrived at the most important connection point in the circle of all things."
"You're even crazy enough to..."
"Do you even have to disobey this kind of power?"
The reason why Joseph entered SCT was because he wanted to have a glimpse of this final cycle and reach the root.
But the person in front of him was completely blind, and his purpose was not even to dismantle order and power.
Now he even wants to destroy the truth.
"No."
"My madness has ended long ago."
"But you're right about one thing."
"I'm going to kill the guy hiding behind the agent like a coward."
For Di Wei, he no longer hesitated or wavered at all. He didn't even believe in the truth, just like what he did.
Only by abandoning everything can we move on.
Only by dying can we live.
Only the truth can be destroyed.
Only then can there be... true freedom.
For him...
Truth is the Throne of Power, the Cybergod behind everything, the Abyss of the Stars, the Primeval Chaos.
Only everything collapses, the patriarch of patriarchs, the God of God.
Until the God of God.
All dead.
Then there was a break.
"To be at peace."
Di Wei continued to add.
Joseph clapped his hands feebly and lightly, as if cheering for something that didn't exist.
"I know your tricks, your organization of weirdos who all shave their hair short like you."
"This is what is called..."
"Are you a real man?"
Even though Joseph has lived for thousands of years, he has never seen anyone who looks like Di Bo. Although some people just want to see everything burn, it is also driven by some kind of power.
But this man.
It seems to be just the fire that burns the whole chaos, itself.
"ah……"
"That's true, Joseph."
"That's true."
"I'm what everyone wants to be like when I'm killing people, and I'm what everyone wants to be like when I'm fucking those women."
"It's like this now."
"Kill someone like you..."
"Second-rate character."
"You are only second."
Di Bo stopped talking nonsense and didn't even bother to use the vision. He just walked straight towards Joseph and rolled up his sleeves.
In a real man's way.
Use this body carrying a great will to beat him to death.
It seems to be some kind of subtle tacit understanding.
Joseph no longer used boring techniques and moved his muscles.
