winter era

Chapter 178
"Wouldn't it hurt to kill a fake thing? Where did the crooked way come from..."

As if hearing something ridiculous, the thin young man smiled strangely.

The dry and hard face like a skeleton is full of contempt for Li Lin's thoughts.The projection left by the man who personally created the entire doomsday stood proudly in his destroyed capital, looking at the angel in front of him.

"What means do you have to prove that you are not in an illusion? If someone casts a curtain on this world that no one can lift, manipulating your thoughts and opinions like a puppet on a string , Can you say this is true? You will definitely deny it? Because you will say that my thinking can prove my existence."

The world is gradually distorted.

With that young man's thin body as the core, everything in the whole world began to distort.

There was a weird smell in the air, as if the aroma had been twisted into a different angle, filled with an indescribable malice.Even those completely lifeless dead things began to move their bodies gradually.

The world behind that man gradually began to react abnormally.A strange and piercing laughter came from behind the man, causing dark ripples in the air.Some inexplicable monster wriggled in the shadows, dark red fissures opening their scarlet, cruel eyes in every little corner to stare at the glorious army.

A rancid smell like a garbage dump began to fill the air.

The nightmare has begun.

"Your thinking, your thoughts, and your logic are all deduced through that invisible thread. The boundary between truth and falsehood has always been ambiguous, and nothing is in an absolute state."

The young man in the distorted center of the world sat on the chair where the jet-black silt emerged, with a frightening expression on his face, tapping his black cane lightly.The gray-black eyes looked indifferently at the angel in front of him who challenged his authority, and asked his own question.

"What is it that makes you feel that the world you live in must be real? I want to say that the world on your side is false, and the world on my side is real. What will happen to you? After thinking, it is so unscrutinized. What is human thinking? Neurons? Brain? Hippocampus? These are the most fundamental things, so where is thinking born from? Our brain interaction is Does it produce thoughts? Or is there something else?"

"It is out of the awe and admiration of man that thinking arises. Our soul is the proof of our existence."

The face of the angel of the Holy Light was covered by a dark cloud of mist, and it was impossible to see his expression clearly.But you can see his thoughts from his actions.Without saying a word, the angel drew out his fiery wrath, and slashed at the young man's head with his sword.

"Knowledge is a gift from the devil. The more you think, the more you give up. Ethics, morality, humanities, when knowledge develops to everything, these will not exist." Li Lin shook his head and pulled out the burning anger into the black mud, igniting the disgusting thing made of malice.Did not directly answer the young man's question.

But as if cutting off a phantom, the moment Li Lin drew his sword, the young man grew out of a mass of charred carbon, and recondensed into that emaciated form like a dry bone.

That's right, growth.

Like a plant taking root and sprouting, first the skull protruded from the black mud, followed by the connecting vertebrae and ribs.When the limbs appeared in the mud ball, the pale pink muscles and blood vessels began to grow gradually.When Li Lin drew back his long sword, a brand-new young man showed a mysterious expression in front of him full of energy.

Li Lin is very familiar with this state, because he himself is such an existence.Naturally, there was no problem when he used it himself, but when he saw it on that person, what he felt was another kind of emotion.It was as if his own existence was all due to the charity of some kind of person.The faith and immortality he is proud of are all leftovers in this man.This uneasy thought made the aura in the back of Li Lin's head burst out endless platinum light like a hedgehog.

But the young man on the opposite side didn't have any fear, he still looked half-dead, wearing a mask called a smile.Gradually destroying Li Lin's spiritual defense line according to a rhythm like a memorial service.

A jet-black radiance glowed on his withered face, the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, and a little tune full of malice and evil thoughts began to be hummed in his nostrils.The surrounding black mud surged flatteringly around him, like a group of villains flattering his master.The invisible shadow in the shadows was also chirping and mocking the silent Li Lin and his army.

"The source of faith comes from not thinking, and the reason for not thinking is that knowledge is not circulating. Then I will give them the world's top wisdom, and let the mysteries of this world appear in the minds of everyone in your team. What will happen? Sample?"

The young man who sat upright in fear had a frenzied smile on his face.

"Do they still believe in your god? Will they still look at you devoutly? No, they don't know anything. Because they already know it, they won't believe it. Even if they claim to believe it, they will definitely not be devout. The more you know, the narrower you will be. The more you can do, the more you will start to move towards the realm of God. Omniscient and omnipotent, omniscient is omnipotent, how will you face the infinite contender? Your God What advantage does it have in the face of an infinite God?"

It was a quirk left over from when he was a human being, and he liked to destroy a person's self-confidence and personality in various ways.He doesn't like to kill or anything, he prefers to destroy all the enemy's defenses with a little grace.Be it true or false.As long as it can be called a line of defense, he likes to destroy it.

So with a strange expression on his face, the withered great wizard stretched out his branch-like palm and snapped his fingers lightly.He stretched out his sub-healthy palm, which looked like a skeleton, and he could vaguely see the blue veins climbing on it, and snapped his fingers.

It was very slight, like a signal between the children, with a soft 'snap'.

"Welcome to the world of science, kid."

The great wizard smiled slightly.

Intangible but qualitative knowledge has descended silently on this dusty world.

(End of this chapter)