Overturned Tower

"Torkey Fate."

In the bottom center of Happy Island, where the "Dragon Heart" is stored and the main machine that controls the equipment of the whole island is placed, a calm and confident young voice comes from the dark golden crystal throne.

It was a crystal throne more than five meters high, and the seat was more than one meter high from the ground. But the dark golden sacred mecha just happened to be able to sit on it. He even crossed one leg, with one elbow resting on his cheek, in a lazy state.

"I am here, His Majesty the Pope."

Behind him, an elf with no legs but six arms and a dark red halo on his head stood behind him, and responded respectfully.

"'Grey Dome, these are my eyes now, I can see clearly.' The mother tree, the base where the system is located, has been destroyed by the dragon's cannon."

The pope said flatly, "Your plan has failed."

The virus-infected mother tree system will only allow the name-killing elves who enter the reincarnation sequence after death to become their members. Before that, the giant dragon made a decisive move to completely destroy the polluted "mother tree".

"It doesn't matter, this also means the end of the old era."

Tokifat did not feel any loss.

He even seemed quite happy, with a brisk tone: "The original 'name inheritance' system should be a kind of inheritance of power and obligation. By continuously screening out the outstanding talents of the new generation, we will continue to transfer knowledge and power, as well as the truth of history , The future of the world, together with his own name and identity, was handed over to him.

"This was supposed to be a very sacred act. Like primitive humans walking in the dark field, and we all held sticks in our hands. The sticks in the hands of the leaders turned into torches, leading the crowd to the light, while others Sticks in hand, guards by his side. When he burns out, someone will come forward again and take the fire back and burn him to death.

"They are the first. But they should not be the last. They are alphas, but they should not be Omega. They were, they are, but they should not be.

"But they tampered with the mother tree system, ignored the last words of the previous civilization, and distorted the inheritance system. The civilization built on this kind of betrayal and deception has no hope at all—even the leaders have given up their glory. What about self-esteem?"

——What is the value of continuation in such a civilization? What is the significance of protecting the human beings born in such a civilization? The initial path was already wrong, and it will only become more and more wrong in the future.

"It's better to overthrow the whole thing—it's like throwing all the devoured birds into the forest, leaving a piece of white land, it's really clean."

Tokifat said sarcastically.

"And this cannon was finally fired by the giant dragon, which has a more ironic meaning. Originally, they had a lot of opportunities to stop the elves, but they finally chose to remain silent. Since they chose to remain silent at that time, it is now time for them to It's time to pay the price."

"I see. You think so."

Andrew nodded calmly.

"Why," Tokifat raised his head, "My lord. Haven't I already imported my thoughts into the scripture server? We have already merged into one... How can you not understand me?

"—Or, you also chose to cut off from the group and separate from us?" "Yes."

Unexpectedly, Andrew responded calmly: "You are right." But I have to do this. My plan is perfect-and in order to do this, I have to put myself on the chessboard .”

"...What?"

"And you, it's almost time to go back now."

The Pope—or rather, the young Pope spoke calmly in a voice that was unhesitating and exclusive.

The next moment, a brilliant light flashed, and Tokifat's body was suddenly torn apart!

But the mech sitting on the throne did not respond at all.

Because just before Tokifat was cut by the light, the dark red light in his pupils went out first. It was like a robot whose power had been cut off, cut and dismembered by the sword light the moment it fell down.

"...tsk."

Bad Day's regretful voice sounded: "The response is so fast, His Majesty the Pope." He and Russell appeared from the corner of the door, one on the left and one on the right.

"What did I see? A pet cat, a pet dog. Did I go to a pet store?"

In the dark golden mecha, there was a strong and steady voice of a young man reminiscent of a crackling bonfire in the dark: "It's a pity that the deer didn't come—is it because I'm afraid it will damage the core computer room of Happy Island behind me? Then It's really gentle.

"One by one, in other words, if you look forward and look backward, you will not be a great weapon. Kamalthe is not wrong about the name of the inferior."

"Although Torquay is not dead, he no longer takes the name 'Torkey'. He leaves it to you, Russell."

Bad Day finally patted Russell on the shoulder, ready to leave.

Now that the pope exists in the form of "Dragon Heart", only Russell, who has obtained the power of "anti-electronics", can completely kill this data along the network cable. Even if Bad Day tried his best to tear it apart, he could only kill the dragon of Happy Island and let Happy Island fall.

It's just a pity that Tokifat couldn't kill it completely here.

But that is to let him escape for a little longer.

—When they catch up to the "Holy Temple", they will directly attack the central server.

"If my guess is correct," the Pope said suddenly, "your next stop is to go to the Temple Island where the 'Holy Code' server is stored, and destroy the church's core server."

"how?"

Bad Day glanced at him, and his mind was not taken by the majestic appearance of the mecha: "I declare in advance that even if you beg me, I will not let them go. But if His Excellency wants to say something nice, If you want to beg me sincerely, I am not afraid of wasting time."

"I'm just proving to you," the Pope replied, "after obtaining the computing power of the Dragon Heart, I can easily predict your actions. I can even kill Tokifat before you show up." The data is saved back.

"—Then, do you think I don't know that you sent Russell to kill me?"

"...Um."

Bad Day hummed lightly for no apparent reason.

He put his hand on Russell's shoulder, and tapped twice with the **** and ring finger of his left hand.

This means asking if he needs to stay and help.

Russell shook his head, but stepped forward instead.

"After seeing the firepower of the dragon, you should know...it's useless for you to stay here."

The dragon's energy comes from the dragon's heart, which transmits energy remotely.

Being able to fire such a devastating shot shows just how far the Dragon Heart, which is a perpetual motion machine, can do. As an energy transmission device, the dragon heart is made into this form that is good at multi-terrain and multi-field combat, obviously for the purpose of being able to abandon the hull and run directly at critical moments, or to fight against special forces sneaking into the interior of the ship. of.

In other words, even if he adds Russell, he may not be able to beat the heart of the dragon. If it is physically destroyed, it will be even more problematic. It's better to support the underdogs.

On Russell's side, there is a tricky way.

—In other words, he may be the only one in the world who has the chance to defeat the Pope who has obtained infinite power.

Possesses both the psychic power of "caged bird" and the holy order of "anti-electron" "Remember to close the door. I have something to talk to His Majesty the Pope."

Russell spoke softly, and Bad Day nodded thoughtfully.

"You are also careful."

Bad Day didn't say much, but chose to believe Russell.

And the moment Bad Day closed the door and left, a birdcage suddenly appeared on Russell's right hand behind his back.

The moment the door slammed, the slender metal birdcage opened by itself.

Accompanied by heavy handcuffs and the clang of foot shackles falling to the ground, the bright ultramarine color flowed out of the birdcage like an endless sea, turning into monstrous sea water and rolling into whirlpools, bringing the standing Russell and the sitting Andrew together. Get involved.

clatter—

clatter—

Accompanied by the sound of the tide, it fades away.

When Russell and Andrew reappeared, they appeared in the middle of the ocean. The deep blue ocean is constantly undulating underfoot, and the sky is blue and cloudless above. You can also hear the sound of seagulls coming from nowhere, and the rhythmic waves of waves are everywhere around you.

And in the middle of the sky hangs a bright sun. Against the backdrop of that daylight, the ocean is as bright and beautiful as sapphires that are constantly breaking. It was pure blue in every direction—only the two of them had a small patch of land under their feet.

The place where the sea and the sky communicate seems to be in the distance that cannot be seen at a glance, and the whole world seems to be endless at a glance. But the scope of his own activities is as narrow as a cone.

"It's beautiful. This is the real sun, the real blue sky." Russell said softly.

He wasn't wearing his Happy Island Special Operations uniform. Instead, he wears a slightly larger white wool cloak with a hood. His inner clothes were also some worn linen.

Although his clothes were a bit worn out, they were very clean. It was a gift from the people on the ground. It looked very fluffy and smooth, and it seemed to emit a white shimmer against the sunlight. And Russell's silver-white prosthetic hand protruded from the linen clothes, holding a brilliant golden lightsaber.

He just stood there calmly, without any attacking movements. That extremely thin body was in stark contrast to Wang Miduo's tall steel mech sitting opposite him on the five-meter-high crystal throne.

"This is the psychic power you got from Xiaoliuli, right?"

Seeing all this, Sheng Sheng was still sitting on his crystal throne, propping his chin lazily. His body was covered with sunlight, shining with dazzling brilliance, and the dark golden crystal throne behind him was like another sun on the ground. The young pope said calmly: "Being able to peel off the 'external object, the **** to the body...you want to use it to peel me off from the dragon's heart, right.

"—then, why not try it out? See if it can bypass my Holy Order's power and peel off my soul."

Staring deeply at the dark golden holy mecha with eyes lit with crimson lights, Russell narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his head.

Dim yellow light overflowed. The sea surface under his feet is centered on him, and finer and finer ripples continue to spread outward.

"It turns out that you can't resonate with Tokifat because you have cut off the link from the 'group god."

Russell just whispered, but his voice echoed under the sky: "Let me guess why you did this.

"—Because the 'Dragon Heart' is also within the negative range of 'Anti-Superman'. As long as you want to hold a perpetual motion machine based on the Dragon Heart, you cannot use the power of 'Anti-Superman', because it will Deny yourself. You built Noah's Ark with your own hands, but you didn't get aboard."

"Wrong. I was never able to board the ship from the very beginning. Someone had to occupy the body of the dragon and control Ash Vault. And that meant that that person had to be separated from the group—and had the power to do so."

The young pope replied calmly: "And I knew this ending a long time ago. Only I can do it. After mastering the power of the dragon, I will never be corrupted. So I am the only one who can do this .”

"Won't be corrupted?"

Russell smiled: "Do you think so, 'His Majesty the Pope,'?"

"I didn't admit it, this is Tokifat's wishful thinking."

The young man shook his head: "Although he has hatred and jealousy towards those elves thousands of years ago. But he himself still lived in the era of kings and nobles more than a hundred years ago. He also Things that are behind the times are no different from those he despises."

"You know that too well, don't you?"

Russell's tone softened a bit: "What's the difference between your behavior and that of a giant dragon and a monkey-faced eagle?"

"The difference is that I have the determination and perseverance to withdraw from that eternity."

The voice of the young man resounded like a god: "I must thank you, Russell. During that chat, you let me know my own shortcomings. I realized that my plan is still blinded, and history I will eventually return to the cycle. It was your 'external force' that kicked me out of the cycle."

"me too."

Russell said softly: "You reminded me of some very important things like, don't be you."

A godlike and haughty voice sounded from the mech, calm, objective, compassionate, and aloof: "I know. That's why I will carry out the plan in advance and interrupt your 100% possibility of devouring your dreams. That's why I will stay here forever , Waiting for you to pull me into the small world of this caged bird. The only thing beyond my plan is that the sheath went to you on its own initiative and gave you the power of the Holy Order of the 'anti-electron'.

"Both of you, father and son, have the same willfulness. Even if you go against the whole world, you will never waver in the slightest. This makes me always unable to calculate all the possibilities perfectly."

Speaking of this, the Pope suddenly changed his subject: "You should know, the 'black dome covering the world, right? I call it the 'black sky,' the son of Vasudeva and Devaki, Vishnu incarnation of

"The incarnation of Vishnu, the **** of protection, Krishna

Russell chewed on the name: "It was a surprise. I thought it would be 'Darklar,'"

There is a one-letter difference between Hetian and Mahakala, but they are the incarnations of Vishnu and Shiva respectively.

The former is a "maintainer", while the latter is a "destroyer".

——Zhengsheng actually thinks that this black dome cut off from light is the "protector" of the world rather than the "destroyer"?

"I see. From the very beginning, you knew that there is a loophole in the black sky. By returning the extraordinary power, the black sky can be shattered... No, you specially set this up."

Russell muttered in a low voice, and gradually figured it out: "That's why you turned a blind eye to the act of going to the 'Temple Island' and destroying the scripture server. You have already transferred the group gods you created to the Black Vault among them!"

Therefore, "someone must control the dragon, control the gray dome"!

If this world was plunged into complete darkness and freezing, the servers on Temple Island might not be able to survive the low temperature. So, how can they save themselves as digital beings?

They transferred and stored themselves in the "black sky"!

"Are you sacrificing yourself to help others?"

As soon as Russell spoke, he suddenly understood what the Pope meant: "No, not right.

You're - betting. "

"This is not a gamble, but a test!"

The young, confident, and energetic voice of the youth sounded from the mecha: "Now, only you, me, and Huameng can decide the outcome on this planet. It is true that I have absolute confidence in myself— But objectively, I also have to consider that you are right, the possibility.

"There will never be any omissions in the plan I made. Although I don't think you can succeed, you might as well come and show me.

"—Then let me see. Let me see if those extraordinary people can choose to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world, even if it is a 'sacrifice' that has nothing to do with life."

This is exactly the Pope's second plan.

If he fails, it must be due to the unity of human beings, not the erosion of illusions—under his layout, if human beings can break through the "black sky" he created, it means that they have completely resisted Fantasy, also means that fantasy is completely sealed.

And if he succeeds, then human beings will be extinct under the freezing, and the illusion will be sealed again. The "group gods" are controlling the "black sky". When all human beings are extinct, they can open the black dome, unfreeze the glaciers, and reproduce civilization.

"Because what is stored in the black sky is not the power of discrete holy orders, but a conscious 'group god'. This means that no matter how much those extraordinary people pay, they cannot be completely eliminated-only you, Russell .

"No one can accurately observe that in the dark sky

How much power of the Holy Order has been melted away. But the final shock can only be you, must be you.

"If there aren't enough people willing to sacrifice for civilization, then your psychic powers will dissolve at the time of the collision. The phantoms you sealed away will escape the seal, and everyone will die together. Not even us can escape. If You don't trust other people yourself, you'd better be self-aware and become the new 'unoverturned tower'. Let this world start another cycle.

"There is only one situation in which human beings can win, and that is to truly transcend their illusions and overcome their own inferior nature, so that enough people can return their 'supernaturalness' to the sky. Then when you collide with the black sky, you will be All the gods of the group can be dissolved, 'we have no value of existence.

"Praise my genius design one by one, Russell. If you win, it means that you have proved that human beings have defeated the dusk, then I am also very happy; and if you fail, then I have won, then of course I am very happy Happy; if we all lose, at least you didn't win, and I'm still happy.

"HE, cycle; BE, dream; TE, sky. I have already designed all three endings for you. Which step you can achieve is up to you.

"How about it, isn't it a very fair bet?"

The three-meter-tall giant laughed out loud. There was no hesitation in his words.

"…I see."

Russell just lowered his eyes: "You want to win so much."

"I'm a digital being now, Russell. Digital beings only have 0s and 1s, so it's either one or the other."

"So the future you design must only have 'yes' or 'no'. It's like a right-and-no gate for judging logic." The young man said.

"This is the 'plan, the most perfect form - either one or the other, it's all victory." The young man said.

"But human beings only need to survive, not always victory. Human beings seem to be in great danger now, but in fact they only need to take a step forward. Not necessarily now, not necessarily in the future, maybe next time..." said the boy.

"Maybe not, Russell. I only believe in the answer in the calculation. The probability is absolute, and the overall success rate of my plan exceeds 99.99%." The young man said.

"—probability is false. For a reality that only has one chance, even a random 0.01% probability. That is a true and unmistakable reality." The hero's tone was calm.

"There is no need to continue the conversation, Russell. It will only be an endless loop. What we want is the process, and what we want is the result. There is no right or wrong, but they cannot coexist."

The Pope's tone was flat and rational: "Kill me.

"'I, I can't go back to the sky. But I will be your last nourishment." In an instant, the sun reversed and turned into the moon. The deep blue sea boiled and turned into a sea of ​​blood.

A series of metal Optimus pillars rose from the ground, gathered at the center of the full moon, blocking the light in the sky. Turned into a huge birdcage. On the contrary, the sea of ​​blood under their feet was churning, and the dry and cracked ground floated up from the sea level.

Between the heaven and the earth, everything is a cage. You and I, all beings, are birds in a cage.

This is different from the blood and tears that Xiao Liuli wept and condensed at the beginning, but another interpretation.

The dark golden mecha became transparent, and was then stripped back to the real world. But what emerged from it was not such a rebellious and confident young man like a god.

He was actually a skinny old man with brown hair and blue eyes who was getting old!

The pope, who was in a spiritual state, looked down at his withered hands in a daze. That was when all the technology and all external influences on him were stripped away, revealing his original appearance.

He suddenly realized that he was so old. It didn't even look like he was in his fifties or sixties when he became the first emperor, but more than a hundred years old. Thin as a skeleton, light and fluffy, as if it could be lifted with one hand.

When he looked down and saw his hands were so old, there was obvious surprise and suddenness in his eyes. His expression froze completely. That was something he hadn't even thought about.

Even though he uploaded his thoughts, the hundred years still existed. His soul did not become younger because he left his body—although AI calculated his youthful voice and simulated his youthful mentality, those are still "external things."

All of a sudden, there are thousands of thoughts. The old man's back was bent, and the sea of ​​blood was reflected in his pupils. There is no self-confidence in his pupils anymore, because he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake—it was a low-level mistake, one that he had known since he was a teenager, but had completely forgotten or ignored it at some point fact.

What determines the essence of a person is the memory and will condensed by everything he has experienced, not his physical age. The "God Drop Device" is a technology destined to get out of control from the very beginning - it allows a person to have the fruit of a life that does not belong to him out of thin air.

Ironically, the angels all remember that these memories are not their own. But he himself forgot.

'Sure enough,' the old man murmured in a low voice, 'Time will never return...'

He raised his head, and the moment he met Russell's eyes, his pupils were filled with a kind of insightful light.

At the moment when he realized that he was getting old, he seemed to understand what went wrong with him.

However, it was too late. Everything about him was too late.

But fortunately, the world still has time.

Russell stood there without moving, but the brilliant golden lightsaber in his hand suddenly extended infinitely—following his swing of the sword, it slanted across the whole world, together with the old man's decaying spiritual body.

A brilliant golden crack emerged incomparably vividly on his dark green spiritual body, shining like the sun.

"I'm actually...a sinner."

The skinny old man murmured in a low voice and knelt down slowly. But just before he knelt on the ground, light suddenly came in and out of his spiritual body—his body suddenly shattered in the cage of heaven and earth.

Countless memory fragments scattered around, embedded in the entire world. Attached to each cage is a fragment of his memory from youth to youth, from youth to middle age, from middle age to old age.

"I hope my knife is sharp enough and you die without pain~www.readwn.com~ Sinners are promoted. I hope we can defeat you, the bully who stole the sky

Russell said softly, only feeling that the beheading of the saint in his hand was extremely heavy.

That's not "life weight" or "life weight"—it's "future weight."

It is a key to the planet's unrecognizable future.

The boy stretched out his hand towards the distant sky. Under the gentle blood moon, in the sound of the eternally resounding tide, pointing to those fragments of life that are as bright as stars, whispered: "I was only one step away from becoming you. But now, I refuse That kind of future—a mask can only be a mask, and I will eventually be a mortal. The shell of others is not me.

"Rest in peace, Andrew. Show me your heart...then, come to me."

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