"Cheer up, General George." Laite hurriedly stepped forward, helped George up, and leaned against the stone slab.
"I know, Lite." George looked at Lite with loving eyes, stretched out his hand, and stroked Lite's cheek so gently before.
The feeling of being pierced through the heart by a tentacle is extremely painful, and due to the "Silence Plant" in the body and the magic power and extraordinary power wandering around in this space, George's wounds cannot be healed for a while, and the fatal injuries cannot be recovered.
Taking his life was undoubtedly an inhumane and painful journey.
But not only was he not upset, angry, or resentful, but he showed an expression of relief.
With a smile on his face, George said with an expression:
"You know, Laite, my wife is a very beautiful lady. Thirty years ago, at the dance in Linbian City, the border city between the Zine Empire and Crusted, I was attracted by her graceful figure and
Attracted by her swan-like graceful movements. The Crusaders, she is a Crusade. The dance they are proud of is the 'Swan Dance'. As long as the music is played, the whole place will be silent, and only she dances gracefully.
,seduce my soul away.”
"Later... we went to Sun Demon City and had our child. We gave him a name that means 'light'. It's just a pity that I never thought of doing something for mankind, nor did I try to end the troubled world.
, I just hope to climb up as much as possible on this dirty land and sit on a higher position. I admit... participating in the construction of 'Paradise' is because I am disappointed with the empire and want to completely surrender to the committee's camp.
Holly...that crazy dictator Holly promised me to be one of the 'Supreme Managers' of the first Governing Council, and you will take over from me after I lose interest in 'management' and lead more...
A realm close to 'real mechanical civilization'."
"However, during the 'slow time' when my heart was penetrated just now, I thought a lot. Come on, maybe I was wrong."
"No, General George, there is no right or wrong, only different positions." Laite quickly comforted him and said:
"If this were the admirable era of the Steam Age, the person who proposed this plan would definitely be considered a lunatic and then dragged to a dark corner and beaten to death. However, the Wasteland Era is, after all, a dark, painful, and frustrating time.
In an era of despair, everyone here has been enduring endless torture since birth."
"People with ability cannot be reused, people with ideals cannot see hope, people with resources dare not fight hard, and people who have nothing but life are 'living' just to 'live'. This is a terrible situation."
This era is a process of 'increasing entropy'. If those of us who stick to our ideals don't try and fight hard, we can only watch helplessly as this continent that has given birth to countless gorgeous creatures and splendid civilizations goes into silence.
Eventually it will perish."
"So, you are not wrong, I am not wrong, and Crown Prince Yin Fante is not wrong either. We are all moving along the path we think is right with limited power and knowledge. There is no right person on this 'journey'
There are only 'winners' and 'losers'. I now feel more and more that only the true concept of [order] can truly 'restart' the world and rekindle civilization."
"What is... [True Order]?" George asked in confusion. He looked at Laite, who was looking up at the direction of the "Restricted Gate" with a melancholy but hopeful expression on his face. He felt more and more strange, but felt more and more like
He is slowly becoming great.
"Yin Fante... what he is looking forward to building is not the real [Order], but a personal [Order] that is forcibly established based on strong military power and complete resources. Once he dies, or simply makes a wrong decision,
[Order] will collapse in an instant, becoming even more chaotic than before. Just like...an emperor of the Central Empire."
"You mean, Alexander?" George guessed, but suddenly he coughed twice and vomited out a ball of dark, sticky liquid with a pungent smell.
He knew that his time was indeed running out, and with Laite accompanying him on his final journey, he was not alone.
"Yeah, how come there is an Alexander in this world, and his experiences after death are so surprisingly consistent?" Lait cursed softly, thinking of the history of the Central Empire that Brett told him in Chekavusk.
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After thinking for a few seconds, he turned his head and glanced at Brett's body, whose head was completely unrecognizable and lifeless, and sighed and relayed:
"Yes, Alexander, he was the emperor of the Central Empire at the end of the Second Era. In his time, the Holy Rum language that originated there affected the entire Western Continent. He conquered many ethnic groups and vast areas, and established a huge,
A great multi-ethnic country. Therefore, it was logical that he changed his position from 'King' to 'Emperor'."
"But all this relies on not laws, rules, agreed customs, nor systems left after careful thinking and careful planning, but the army. After his death, the empire fell apart and became several vassal states that were fighting against each other.
, it was not until three hundred years later that the new emperor Augustus was crowned in the 'Land of the Moon', ending the chaos."
"So... do you want to say that the real [order] is based on the system?" George asked.
"No." Laite shook his head, "Maybe, not entirely."
"At least the person who establishes [order] should have an ambitious goal and be willing to pay all costs including life for it. Secondly, he must understand the rules, establish rules, build a system, and be able to abide by them and not
Deliberately destroy it. Finally, he should lead all those who are willing to end the chaos and build a truly inclusive country."
"There must be [order] as the benchmark. There will be no killing, no oppression, no opposition and discrimination. In the end, no one will rule and no one will be ruled. There will be only countless races looking up at the stars, longing for peaceful coexistence and shared weal and woe among races beyond the stars.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's really ideal, Laite." George smiled lightly and chose not to comment.
"It is an 'ideal', but it is 'difficult to realize'. Maybe I will reach the position of a god a few hundred years later, and I will not be able to build such a world. But in fact, I remember someone said to me that the next step in the Steam Age
The era should be the 'Technological Era', not the deviated 'Wasteland Era'. If mankind can really survive and rekindle the fire of civilization, the next era should be the 'Star Era'." Laite said.
"'Star Era', a wonderful and strange name." George said, his eyes gradually widened, and he looked up at the top of the palace with all his strength, as if his sight and thoughts could already penetrate the walls, break through the bricks, and look into the silence.
The twinkling stars under the night sky, and the colorful and brilliant "Galaxy" across the high sky.
For a moment, he couldn't feel the pain anymore. He only felt that his body became light and airy, as if a force was taking him off the ground and towards the deep universe that gave birth to life.
However, under Laite's restraint, he can only be restrained by invisible "threads" like a kite, unable to escape at all.
"'Star Era' is a product of science fiction in my world. The world before I traveled back in time was already very prosperous in technology and culture. We invented countless electrical equipment and had powerful and efficient communication capabilities. We can
It can dive into the ocean to a depth of 10,000 meters and fly to the moon, but it cannot be called a 'star civilization'."
"The real 'Star Era' is an era when one can look into the starry sky and see countless speeding points of light and jump through wormholes at the peak of technology; it is an era where one breaks through the constraints of the planet and roams in endless space; it is an era where restlessness is possessed,
An era full of expectations and exploration; it is an era that ignores 'time, space, past and future' and satisfies endless reveries. In the future era, human beings will no longer fight for a few resources, nor will they fall into the trap caused by evil thoughts.
The abyss of sin, we will have endless lives to explore the endless universe, and we will also be transformed by technology, becoming existences that are not afraid of any disasters, can adapt to any space, and are comparable to gods."
While Laite expressed his inner emotions affectionately, George's brain seemed to be emptied, and all thoughts about the "Zine Empire", "Socrate Committee", "Paradise" and "God" were all thrown aside.
He looked attentively into the future universe in his fantasy, and he really saw the spaceships speeding past, and the impulses that existed for the purpose of leaping. People wore silver-white armor with a very technical style, and came out fully armed.
The spacecraft stepped off and stepped on the lush soil of the "New Earth" world.
Thinking of this, he smiled. At this moment, he suddenly understood the true meaning of "paradise".
At this moment, he seemed to understand Laite's strong opposition to "Paradise". He was no longer persistent. He finally felt that the "kite string" binding his body was disconnected. He slowly closed his eyes and endured
determine his own destiny...
Looking at George, who had his eyes closed tightly under the stone slab, and the liquid in his heart no longer flowed out, and he had lost his life, Laite seemed to be less sad and painful than before.
He stood up slowly, plucked out a Bianhua flower that had grown beside him at some point, and placed it lightly on George's chest.
Seeing the bright red flowers reflected by the blood on George's chest, Laite suddenly felt that maybe this could be his future.
While he was sighing, countless spark-like light spots poured out from the changing stone slab of Wengutes' chest again, and soon covered the entire sculpture.
Immediately afterwards, a huge roar accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears penetrated the entire palace. The "forbidden door" not far away that seemed to have an astonishing height was finally slowly opened under the premise that the four passwords were entered correctly. Finally, A layer of incandescent brilliance comparable to that of the sun penetrated.
Without any nostalgia or hesitation, Laite knew that his only mission now was to enter the divine realm where the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" lived, ask her about the mysteries of his body, time travel and power, and finally obtain her guidance.
Now that George is dead, Pusev who cooperated with him is dead, and the members of Socra's army and escorts who followed him are also dead. He prevents Socra from starting the "Blood Night Ritual" and relies on "Lalaye's Dream" "The act of opening the "Paradise" is already half the battle.
Presumably, in the core area of Silent Highlands, which is endowed with mystery and extraordinaryness, the Socratic Committee has no ability to send more people in.
If there is another battle next, it will definitely not be with the gods. After all, my power comes from the gods, so there is no possibility of victory. If there are enemies, I can only hope to teach those high-level lost ones. , and the hatched baby dragon Seye, whose "blood" is probably impossible to use.
Step by step, Laite stepped onto the stairs leading to the open "forbidden door" engraved with "plants, geometric figures, mechanical gears and dragon totems", Laite felt more and more:
The war that belongs to the empire is ending, and the war that belongs to mankind is far from over, but the process of exploring the mysteries and truth has begun.
Standing in front of the majestic "forbidden door" filled with extraordinary light, Laite suddenly felt that his energy was rapidly recovering, and his heart was filled with unprecedented and supreme joy.
Looking at the holy light inside the door that was so white that it almost covered all the objects, Laite imagined in his mind how exquisite a heaven-like world was inside. He stood there quietly without saying a word or making a sound. Feel the warmth brought by the light quietly.
For a moment, he seemed to be in a dream. It seemed that during that time when he was surrounded by magicians and experienced exhaustion and pain, he had seen similar scenes that he dared not call memories.
The crisp ringtones, beautiful music box music, and distant sirens quietly appeared in his ears. He knew that this was the gods resonating with the pain deep in his heart, wanting to call the souls of the dead and lead them away. Toward the harbor of happiness.
Thinking of this, Laite couldn't help but "sneered", and then he shook his head slightly and showed a bitter smile.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped straight into the divine space without looking back.
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"Do you still remember the conversation that one of my incarnations, 'Mechanical Manipulator No. 02', the guy you call the 'false god' had with you at 'Beyond the Stars'?" It was like an ethereal sound coming from the sky. The girl's voice said.
"Of course..." the young male voice responded:
"I just don't know...which sentence are you referring to? You should know very well that we talked for a long time and exchanged many opinions with each other. After all, you and I are both products of the Lord of Machinery, but we have gone into two completely different directions. road, but we still have endless things in common."
"Hmm... let me think about it, it's the description of 'Shang', do you still remember it?"
"Remember." The owner of the green voice nodded obediently and said softly:
"You told me that 'sorrow' is not only the pain that is engraved in the heart, but also represents the anger, hatred, resentment and despair before death. You also added that the products created by the Lord of Machines must experience the most painful emotions of human beings,
Just like what humans experience in this wasteland world."
After finishing speaking, the owner of the green voice paused for a moment. Seeing that the subject of the girly voice did not continue to express his position, he raised his head and asked in a cautious tone:
"Speaking of which, Your Highness, does this have any necessary connection with me contacting your core, healing the wounds on my body, and guiding me to obtain the 'wisdom' core and become a true human being?"
