Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 417

In that shadowy sanctuary, she had seen three young handmaidens.They wore long black gauze skirts, carried water and pasta in their hands, and shuttled back and forth between the front and bottom of the cave.Before returning to the Hall of Eternity, she came to the shelter to seek the cooperation and advice of the old man.At this time, the three maids were distributing water, food and medicinal wine to dispel the cold.

They saluted her, which made her feel strange, for she was still present in human form at this time, and most mortals did not know it.She looked at the three handmaidens, and suddenly realized where they came from: they were the three girls who were bound in the bandits' chains and ropes.When the robbers disappeared in the old man's shadow, the three were also taken away by the old man.

The three girls, she thought, had been sent to a more prosperous town, or some temple that needed female helpers.It is indeed better than falling into the hands of robbers, but it is inevitable to suffer the torment of doom.But now these three maids are extremely radiant, with light steps, bright eyes, and a small silver machete hanging from their waists.The blade was sharp and thin enough to cut through bones. They used it to scoop out the carrion of the wounded and sick, and then covered it with medicine and gauze. Their hands and feet were agile and skilled.They are quite different from what they used to be, which made her afraid to recognize each other rashly.

She went to ask the old man in front of the cave, wanting to know what kind of teaching they have received and where they live now.This matter concerned her so much, because in this world she always saw good things turn bad, and rarely saw bad things turn good.

"I have some stars myself," said the old man. "They are nominally mine, and they are all in remote places, so they have nothing to do with the world. Sometimes I will choose some suitable people-suffering, sympathy, or cherishing. Aspiring, sent to live in those stars. There they will be cared for and taught until they are needed. Ah, of course, I would not ask them to conquer the void, education and training provided by my staff Usually enough for them to get things done. Like these three lovely young girls, poverty and violence prevent them from looking further, but once their eyes are opened, they are more tenacious and humble than others. I Accustomed to trusting such administrators, and preferring to use locals—this is due to considerations of both land rights and obligations. When your world begins to recover, I think it will also need some guides and regulators. This The three girls were part of what I had prepared for that time. I've never been a king, boy, which means I haven't created a whole new order, but I've learned something about raising Valkyries. Now they take care of The vigor of other people scared my staff as well, worrying that they would even take care of me. I don't think there is any reason for this, after all, I cooked the broth last time very carefully, and it deserves a little reward. "

She blinked, feeling that there was a joking element in the old man's tone.But she couldn't be sure, because no one had ever joked with her before.She stood still until the old man stroked her head.

"If you want to fight something grand," said the old man, "you have to try to find your own interest in it, because greatness and pain can easily overwhelm an individual. If you don't have a reliable floating boat, the wind and waves will Shoot you down mid-way—but on the other hand, you have to understand that it's just a temporary vehicle. It's meant to lead you to your destination."

She didn't quite understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence.She asked for advice truthfully, and the old man said: "There are some people who have found floating boats in the great and painful waves, and they hid on it to avoid being submerged. But they don't believe that there are people outside this boat." no other land, so they will remain forever on that pontoon. When the tide of the world roars in the storm, they will only hide themselves in the boat and pretend to be asleep. Having seen the tide, they cannot Get rid of despair, just hope to die unconsciously in the boat. Such people are worthy of sympathy, so you can have more compassion for them, but in the final analysis they are also small and useless, and you cannot expect them to listen to higher orders. It is usually more moral to let them die. And if you are in a situation where it is necessary, it is all right to give death. That is what they sincerely desire."

She thought of the man with the gold ring, and she understood.But there are more important things to do now, so she doesn't continue to ask other chores.Slamber was dead, and the jewel full of light fell from the tip of the spear, and she put it in her chest.She took it out and gave it to the old man, and begged him to go with her to the Hall of Eternity.The old man took the diamond, but rejected her request.

I have many reasons not to join this fight.said the old man.The involvement of foreigners should be measured. I have reached such a consensus with a monarch.It's better to see the world's own sprouts emerge from the ashes than to be transplanted from the outside.On the whole, though, he believed she would win.For the triumph of the new over the old was always one tendency, and the renewal of the dead was another—and he would give her a gift, too.

The old man raised the precious diamond in his hand and looked at it calmly.The shadow under the campfire writhed like a snake and slapped his wrist suddenly.Blood flowed from it.

It was a glowing blood like she had never seen before, bright as fire-lit gold.It flowed from the ordinary-looking body of the old man, and landed on the dazzling surface of the diamond.When the two lights meet, what emerges from them is infinite darkness.

go.said the old man.

So she started running.From under the dead willow struck by thunder, riding the wind and the mist, never looking back, chasing the fate of the tribe and the hero.Where she left, spring came, but wherever she went, people felt the torment and pain of fate.She is the incarnation of the wind, sweeping and shuttling under the storm and thunder, and the wind does not need a boat to escape the waves.She just happened to hover over the people in the boat, and then rushed to the sky again violently.

In the sky stands a mighty king.His breath was a tsunami, his roar turned into thunder.The statues and pillars were like paper models, shattered into pieces of white seagulls in the wind, and flew away in panic.The collapse of the colonnade caused a chain reaction, and the entire underground kingdom collapsed layer by layer. The golden bell fell from the high cross frame, and it burst into a deafening mourning song.When all the idols were destroyed in the king's furious blow, the Hall of Eternity was as dark as night.

—Your father's wish once summoned the Eternal King.said the old man.

Founder King, Father of the Gods.Spread infinite light and heat on the ashes, and thus the world comes into being.He can create, and he can destroy, and it is easy to tear a gust of wind.But now his light and heat are not on him, but the shadow of a spear point.

The witch hides and flies in the wind.She saw the king's fiery lightsabers rain down, dispelling the covering of fog and melting even the wind.But she has become something even more different now.Thin shadows shuttle in the gaps of light, like black swallows gliding in the rain.The long spear is her sharp claws, which cut the robe and skin of the giant in the water.The glowing blood flowing out of the gap was actually very similar to the old man.

Guangyu knocked off her feathers, and she walked away far away, hiding her body in the earthquake caused by the king.The king does not have as many arms as Slambur, but his power is everywhere.Everywhere his gaze melts everything, and the fall of his voice bends all beings to their knees.If he takes the light of creation that he once gave, and opens his arms towards the sky, the whole world can also cast the same light and heat.After that storm is over, there will be no sorrow on earth, and the king and his youngest daughter will reign forever in silence.

But that night Bam ran into the hall.The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the underground kingdom outside the Hall of Eternity and the abyss leading to the underground kingdom collapsed, burying everything of the former gods.The crystal sword and shield zenith, gem tree, golden bell and gold carvings that the king once owned, as well as the palace above the wind caves of her hundreds of caves, the earth dragons, insects, giant spiders, and dragon-hunting lizards in the caves, all these All are lost too.Ye'e's nightmarish shadow tore the king's chest, and the master of infinite light and heat also shattered Hei Yan's wings.

The destructive anger finally subsided.In the dark and empty ruins, all sounds suddenly disappeared, and the two great beings kept silent, waiting for the final outcome.Their respective final blows.

The top of the ruins weighed down.At that moment the king uttered his final roar.He called out the name of his daughter, or the name of the priestess many years ago, they were made of different destinies of the same soul.His glowing mouth opened to Bam, wanting to swallow the shadow forever in the heat of light.At the same time the storm came upon his head, to carry his thoughts forever into the realm of shadows.She saw the king's unrecognizable face magnify before her eyes, taking all she could see.She wanted to rise up with all her strength, but the light and heat had a suction force and wanted to drag her into the king's belly.

Then she heard a sound flapping the air.

Wyverns soar deftly and quietly.Every intact dragon in this world can easily hunt a sparrowhawk if it really wants to.But one dragon was not intact.But when its crippled wings flapped, it made a manic and violent wind cry.

In the ruins of the Halls of Eternity, Stonbourne, gaping, fell on the King from behind.The poisoned smoke of blood from his mouth was of little use then, but his body pushed her upwards, slamming himself into the king's mouth.

Since then, on the iron ship roaming the void, she has occasionally dreamed of that moment.Stonburn disappeared in the glowing maw, and she never heard his voice in the land of shadows.Maybe because the king ate him, maybe because he never had a lost dream.She decided that she would never hear his voice again.Yet many years later, when she repeated her fate on a cursed river, the world suddenly fell silent, and she and the king prepared for the final blow.

She is exhausted.This pair of shadows is inconceivable, but a curse about sin clings to her, making her feel pain at all times.When she repeated her greatest sin, the curse returned her damage doubled.But now she is not what she used to be, she is the incarnation of the undead willow, and she has to complete the final blow with a curse before she can reach the top of the conch.

The king opened his huge mouth of infinite light and heat.This time his hands were also intact, waving and grabbing at her.She rode the storm skyward, pointing her gun at the spot where she had hit once.

Then she heard the fluttering of Stonbourne's wings again.

Years later she would stand in the iron ship and think back on what Stonbourne had done.Perhaps the king also had a hard time answering how the violent flying dragon escaped before the cave collapsed, dug through the mud and stones blocking the road, and found the ruins of the Hall of Eternity in the complex labyrinthine kingdom.She also didn't know what kind of thoughts the dragon had at that time.This question, as well as Stonburn's stubborn temperament in the past, were all described to the old man by her, and the old man just smiled thoughtfully.

an outlier.The old man said that in a large group of life of the same kind, occasionally there will be such a one, which follows rules different from its kind.It is, so to speak, a set of moral principles that apply only to its individual.Since it cares more about you than the king, I don't think it's out of pure life instinct—earthly life should be on the side of the Creator anyway.And if we admit this, there is also a possible explanation for him not eating your flesh and blood in the past: it thinks it is immoral, although maybe it is the only one in the world who thinks so.

That was beyond her understanding.How did Feilong come up with his own theory out of thin air?It will never have more than what the king gives.But the old man said that was impossible, because the meaningless life would indeed have all kinds of unpredictable accidents before disappearing.

It happened again by chance.

Stonburn came flying manically from behind again.But this time he didn't spit out the poisonous smoke, but passed her lightly.An angry roar came from his mouth, and it fell on the top of the king's head.

No poisonous smoke and blood.A faint blue flame erupted from the king's forehead, which was as small as a splashing spark, but turned into a prairie flame in a blink of an eye.Its incinerating momentum spread from the top of the king's head, and even took away the light and heat from the king's belly.That monstrous cursed fire, for an instant, made the king as still as if frozen in ice.She landed on his forehead, inserted the spear of the shadow into the blue fire and stretched out, first piercing the skull cover, and then devouring the head whole.

The headless giant fell.However, the witch is also exhausted, falling like a willow leaf knocked down by the wind.The fog on the river covered them all, and they continued to flow forward.

The world was silent until the neckline of the king's corpse trembled slightly.

"Stonburn" scrambled around there.He fell into the king's shoulders as if he had fallen into a ravine.Fortunately, the body of the deceased was soft, and he is resistant to grinding now.He stabbed at the dead white rotten flesh with his dagger, scratched with his feet and hands, and managed to crawl up to the king's chest.

He sat there and lost a shoe.With his left hand, he was rubbing his sore foot in embarrassment, while with his right he put the dagger back into his belt.After a long time, his eyes were still dull, looking around the rolling river fog below with no expression on his face.

"...well," he said, "I didn't think of that."

He lay down on the giant's corpse like a fly perching on the bones of a dead elephant.Tens of thousands of thoughts flashed through his head, making him furious and exhausted at the moment.Finally he jumped to his feet and let out a little man's roar at the world.

"Jing Huang, you idiot!" he shouted hysterically.

(End of this chapter)