Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1269 Ragnarok of the Gods (47)

"I know that no one will remember my name after I die, but the monument of human history can only be erected in my grave." - Li Jiting.

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The pilgrims standing in a halo stared at Cheng Mo in silence. After a long while, until Cheng Mo coughed up a cloud of blood again, he said calmly with Li Jiting's emphasis: "You shouldn't say Say my name so you might have a chance of surviving."

Cheng Mo lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't say your name."

"What's the difference between calling me master and calling me by my name?"

"The difference. Calling you by your name means that we are enemies." Cheng Mo reluctantly raised his bloody face, showing an ugly and hypocritical smile, "Calling you master means that we are... family members."

"Family." The pilgrim raised Cheng Mo's chin with his hand, hid behind the beak mask and stared at his eyes, shook his head and said, "If you don't smile, maybe I can forget that just now. You still want to kill me."

Cheng Mo stared at the lens embedded in the metal frame on the beak mask. The two dark black lenses looked like the lenses of sunglasses, on which only his own embarrassed reflection could be seen, "I said I will give you my life!" He closed his eyes and sighed, "You think I'm joking?"

The pilgrim mocked: "This way of 'death' is really novel."

Cheng Mo took a few breaths, raised his eyes and glanced at the pilgrim, and then said softly: "Don't you want to die a long time ago? I want to fulfill you." Even though he felt that his life was passing, he still Still calmly said, "I even thought about the lines I should say when I kill you, but unfortunately I couldn't do it."

The pilgrim was silent for a while, and then laughed "hehe". The laughter gave Cheng Mo a strange feeling, showing a subtle emotion between amused and sympathetic, and it seemed that there was still some joy.

With his laughter, the warm white like clouds began to recede like a tide.It reveals a grassy meadow, a gentle slope and a pavilion-like apple tree. Behind the apple tree is a tall tower, like a huge stalagmite, soaring into the sky.Between the gentle slopes planted with apple trees and the high towers is a very beautiful garden, full of all kinds of delicate flowers, beautiful and beautiful.The tall tower made of white jade also reveals majestic elegance, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the corridors and colonnades spiral upwards, under the dark sky, you can't see the end at a glance, only a few cotton-like clouds can be seen. Hovering around the spire.Looking far away and looking back, you can see the sacred giant tower in the Garden of Eden they passed by just now, and those tall and steep pen mountains and umbrella trees.

Cheng Mo smelled a refreshing aroma of apples. When he looked up, he saw that he was already leaning against the apple tree, and he could see twinkling stars through the lush leaves and bright red fruits.He lowered his head again, and the golden holy sword that pierced through his chest turned into a golden solid long sword. The hilt of this long sword was a finely carved golden cross. Engraved with complex spell-like fine lines.

The pilgrim raised his hand to hold the cross-shaped gold-plated sword hilt, and slowly pulled out the long sword. The blood flowed along the thin and long sword, smearing a beautiful color.

Cheng Mo's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and said nothing. The moment the pilgrim drew out his sword, he leaned on the apple tree and almost sat on the ground.

The pilgrim raised his long sword and raised his chin with the point of the sword and asked, "What line are you going to say when you kill me?"

It was only then that Cheng Mo noticed that the miraculous halos covering the pilgrims had dissipated, and the wings on his back had disappeared, and the person standing in front of him was wearing a black two-button suit with oxford shoes and black Li Jiting in the top hat.He clutched his chest and coughed twice, "I know that everything has a destiny, and my destiny is to kill you."

Li Jiting smiled and said, "You still think so?"

"It's just the lines." Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders, "I hope it can create a ritual sense of death for you, after all, it's your first time."

Li Jiting shook his head, "The lines you think of are really bad, just like 'A great writer said that we should live each day as if it were our last. This sentence will come true sooner or later'. Oh my God! What kind of line is this that only appears in the comics of the second disease? Why don't you say 'Master, I want to be the Lord of the Black Death!'. I think this is more humorous, not only playing with the stalk, but also expressing respect , repentance, and yearning." He sighed, "Look at the lines you said, and that expression, they don't have the temperament of a male protagonist at all, but look like a dying villain."

"What's so bad about being a villain? In ordinary novels, when the protagonist encounters setbacks, he will be depressed and give up on himself, and he needs the salvation of others to stand up again. The villain is different. He will only smile evilly, and then say contemptuously : Things are starting to get interesting! Even if the villain dies in the end, it won’t hurt anyone, but it will bring joy to the audience. What a wonderful thing.”

"That's just a novel. In reality, there are no decent and villains, only winners and losers." Li Jiting said meaningfully, "In reality, it is more difficult to become a villain than a hero. "

"In terms of becoming a villain... I think I have a lot of experience."

"Oh? What do you think?"

"Walk on the lonely road, the more lonely the road, the more you have to resolutely"

Li Jiting nodded deeply, "You are on the right path, but it's hard to say how wide or narrow it is."

Cheng Mo gave a bloody thumbs up, "You're better at playing tricks than I am."

Li Jiting sighed, "As I get older, I can only remember the past few years, and I can't remember any older ones."

"How old are you?" Cheng Mo couldn't help asking.

"I've forgotten it a long time ago. Anyway, it's not yet 80, so I should be considered a post-[-]s generation! Now I still remember that my father's name is Li Fengyao." Li Jiting replied.

Cheng Mo frowned first, and then took a breath, "Is Li Fengyao the younger brother of Li Shiyao, the Governor of Guangdong, Guangxi, and Governor of Fujian and Zhejiang during the Qianlong period? Is that Li Shiyao who embezzled hundreds of millions of silver taels and has not yet been beheaded?"

Li Jiting nodded, "As soon as you said it, I remembered it. My uncle is indeed Li Shiyao."

"Then you were born in 1780?" Cheng Mo said, "That's almost too soon. Isn't 30 years a snap of your fingers for you?"

Li Jiting smiled, "Why don't you think of some cool lines?"

"Like?"

"For example, I am a remnant of the old era, and there is no boat that can carry me in the new era."

"It's not easy to keep up with trends in your 200s."

Li Jiting shook his head, "You still don't understand this feeling. It's not that you are following the trend, but the trend is pushing you forward. But sometimes people don't want to move forward, they want to Stay at a certain moment. It's just that time doesn't allow it. Just like you mentioned my uncle just now, my memory is blurred. I can't even remember his appearance. In fact, I can't even remember the appearance of my father and mother. Wake up. The longer you live, the more memories you lose and become numb, and then only a few particularly unforgettable things remain, like starlight staying in the universe of your memory. Maybe when you live longer After a long time, you will be like an Alzheimer patient, only remembering the things in front of you. When you look up at those stars, those happy moments will slowly disappear, leaving only some permanent regrets that stay there more stubbornly, To sting you with brilliance."

"Talking about the experience of living too long with a person who is about to die is really like discussing how to cut people with a hatchet with Brother Cheng, it will be easier."

"Brother Cheng? You mean yourself?"

"Yeah! No, there's another Makoto, いとう Makoto."

"do not understand."

"It shows that you haven't covered enough."

"Sounds like you're talking about unhealthy anime?"

"It's very healthy. Brother Cheng's story teaches people to be consistent, to be single-minded, and not to be the king of the sea."

"It seems that its educational significance is not very great." Li Jiting said seriously, "As a person who has experienced it, I will give you a piece of advice. Numbers give people rationality, and literature liberates people's hearts. The only exception is pornographic literature, which will make you stuck in place”

"I think you should go to the rebooting bar to give a lecture." Cheng Mo paused and said, "It will definitely be very popular."

Li Jiting waved his hand, "This kind of thing will naturally be quit when you get older." He sat down, and a white bench appeared out of nowhere behind him, "Now let's talk about it, you kill me. receive anything?"

Cheng Mo has long been used to the pain in his chest, and said nonchalantly, "What else could it be? The position of the second general, the Black Death, and other legacy, you should know better than me."

Li Jiting crossed his legs, "I know you have always been an extremely rational person. If it's just these things, is it worth your gamble? Isn't your current life quite happy, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Cheng Mo sighed, "So people shouldn't lick dogs, at least not like a dead person licking dogs."

"For Xiao Jin?"

Cheng Mo leaned against the apple tree and moved his gaze to Li Jiting. He looked at the stars and sighed, "It was only for Xiaojin before, but now it is for my father and mother. I owe them too much love. There is no other way to reciprocate. Of course, I am not a particularly noble person, and I am not pure. I must admit that as much as I love them, I hate the star gate that caused all this. Revenge is also my motivation. But more because of love, because of love. I want to make this world a better place”

Li Jiting nodded and said, "It's all human nature."

Cheng Mo laughed self-deprecatingly, "To be honest, I think it's really stupid to say something because of love. It makes me look like a sand sculpture Madonna hero in a young anime, not a villain with supremacy of reason at all, but I only now understand that this stupid and outdated reason is the only option. Just like in many movies, the dead protagonist must be resurrected with tears at the end. I used to think that this kind of plot is really old-fashioned and boring. Now You will feel that this is the only reasonable explanation. I used to sneer at words like 'love and peace', probably disgusted by human art's constant eulogy of 'love and peace', because this is the common intuition of all human beings, and it is the universal intuition of all mankind. The safest argument in society is the only absolute political correctness in the world. Just like any star, even if he is a rapper who smokes, drinks, burns his head, and goes out with a gun at night, he will come and gesture , let's say 'LOVE and PEACE', it seems like it's just a fake slogan. Now it seems that we keep calling, keep praying, keep pursuing, so that it has become a cliché. But it's so rampant Is it not worth cherishing? In fact, no, it is still the two most urgently needed things for human beings. These two things are the only antidote to save the world. They are like sunshine and air, which seem ordinary, but they are what we all need. The most expensive thing we have is the bottom line of our survival."

"Are LOVE and PEACE clichés?" Li Jiting also looked up at the starry sky, "Yes! These two beautiful words have been deconstructed by postmodernism! They have become cool gestures and symbols. We buried It is a mockery of the fate of mankind that the seed of liberty that was born has become a monster that plunders liberty."

"Neoliberalism takes pride in deconstructing everything. Any grand narrative, any authority and mainstream, any philosophy and spirit will be deconstructed by them." Cheng Mo paused and said, "It also dispels internationalism, and the world will no longer be There will be no more internationalism."

Li Jiting smiled and said: "You also said that there are some things that have not been experienced, and there is no way to understand them. Today's young people have forgotten history, and they don't know what happened decades or 100 years ago. Absolutely Most people have forgotten it, but I still remember it firmly. In the past 200 years of life, I have seen the working people continue to rise up in the bloody oppression, and the imperialist ()) armies set off from all directions The flames of war, their bloody massacre with arms, the hopeless resistance of laborers. I have seen laborers killed in their homes and streets in Europa, their neighborhoods were burned to ashes, and poor men were gathered Burned to death in factories, wounded women and children died in hospitals. Their act of kindness sold thousands of laborers to the American people to give them the right to bury their bones. I have seen them destroy The workers' organization, defrauding the simple, the most upright and the most prestigious people in the name of negotiations, and then cut off their heads, tied to the horse's tail, with a barbaric sense of irony Dragging through the streets. I've seen them set up their machine guns in the streets of the parade, and when the poor laborers walked down the long street holding banners of peace and singing hymns of thanksgiving to the Creator, they sounded the sirens and loaded the guns. It turned the ancient long street into a scene of bloodshed. I have seen them enter other countries in order to ease their own conflicts, burn, kill and loot all the way along the coast and river banks, and carry out brutal extermination of innocent people Massacre, they regard the rebels as unforgivable enemies, hang them on the top of the city, hang them on the bank of the river, hang them on the cross, they turn the looted property into strong ships and guns, and constantly wage wars to cover up their hearts I saw that when the war spread to the whole world, they were divided into two factions, accusing each other of barbarism, arrogance, treachery and malice. They started the war, and the victor used the war to wash away his sins, The loser just spat out some of the wealth he plundered, and it was the people of the world who paid for their war. I saw these shameful and despicable people, and realized that the consumption of swords and bullets is too high. It’s better to improve the welfare of the laborers and let them continue to work as cows and horses. Only by using a little bit of petty profit to tie people up can they never have the chance to be free.” He lowered his head and said in a self-deprecating tone, “I I also saw that everyone who tried to make this world a little fairer did not end well. Their statues were pulled down, their history was distorted, and gradually those who walked with me were scattered like dust. This world I'm the only one left."

Cheng silently listened to Li Jiting's low-pitched recitation to the end like a long poem, and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.What I saw was just a line of cold history written by a pen, but the man in front of me had witnessed cruel and bloody history with his own eyes.He stared at Li Jiting hesitantly. The man who could be called "God" seemed to have lost the desire to speak. Waiting for the heavy rain to fall or the meteor to fall is like looking for a certain memory in my mind.In short, his supine state of ecstasy made one feel that he no longer belonged to this world.Probably because of the rain and shooting stars that have never been expected, nor the forgotten memory, suddenly, Li Jiting showed a tired look on his face, a kind of ancient and powerful life that was finally tired of everything when it was weakening. Tired look.

I don't know how long it took, until Cheng Mo felt cold and tired from blood loss. He closed his eyes, sighed, and said as if he was sick: "Maybe, the so-called human civilization, but He cuts people with a knife in his right hand and writes history with a pen in his left hand."

"Human civilization?" Li Jiting sneered, slowly got up from the white bench, and walked towards the tower on the other side of the garden without looking back, "Don't you want to read the book "Humanity" written by your father? Origins? Come with me."

(End of this chapter)