Chapter 854 Fighting Death and Sorrow

Surrounded by endless chaotic void and death-like silence, Joshua raised his head wordlessly after waking up from a hallucinatory dream, and looked at the surrounding darkness—this time, the darkness was not just darkness, it was everything An amalgam of depression, despair and struggle.

In this darkness.

Joshua could hear the children who had lost their parents to the war, crying in the empty house.

Joshua could hear the old man who had lost his children due to natural disasters, choking on the tombstone silently.

It can even be seen that young people who are oppressed by the dark system and have nowhere to go can only choose to cry when they die. On top of this, there is a desperate society that has completely fallen into a dystopian system.

It can be seen that in the early days of industrial society, the middle-aged man who was squeezed by the factory owner until he could not breathe, and had to take care of a family of five when he returned home, sobbed silently. He was not because of his battered body, but worried about himself. How should one's family move on after death.

Contradictions are not only wars, and the end is not only grand destruction. They can be hidden in the smallest details, they can be hidden in institutions, they can be hidden in the hearts of all desperate people, and they will never be seen until necessary. easily revealed.

An individual can never understand another individual, the joys and sorrows of life are not interlinked, although people cry, but for others, it is just a boring noise, and there is an abyss between them.

Joshua stared at all of this, he could hear, see, even touch, and feel all of this.

He can see the sadness under the natural disaster - relatives died earlier than himself, and even died to save himself.

He could feel the confusion in the war—comrades in arms died worthlessly because of stupid high-level conflicts, and even himself was about to die because of stupid instructions or being given up by the commander.

The industry is over-developed and plunged into an extremely polluted world. Newborns die early after they are born. They come to this world before they even have time to take a look, and they are dying because of the defects and pollution in the mother's womb, even taking their own mother's body. Even worse, babies born in some places don't even have brains, they never lived in the first place, and they don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Because of changes in the weather, just because the sun is a little farther or closer, there will be severe drought and snowstorms. The children of the rich peasants in the village are looted by the hungry. When they are found again, even the bones are smashed and smoked. Among the people who migrated due to famine, mothers feed their children with blood, men cut off their own flesh to support their wives and children, and even more desperate people even exchange children for food. They cry, desperate and guilty. Eat that piece of meat, struggle to live, but can't.

It's getting uglier and more hopeless.

The dark shadow spread endlessly, and in the extremely dark abyss, the silver stars were almost completely covered.

Countless worlds and civilizations were destroyed.

But who should be blamed and blamed?

Resentment on both sides of the war, the misuse of weapons, or the war itself? Do you resent natural disasters, climate change, or the laws of nature?

Pointing at the sky and cursing, or stepping on the ground to vent your anger? Is it denouncing the lack of social system, or criticizing the inferiority of civilization and life?

It all seemed too empty.

Surrounding the silver stars, endless chaos flows rapidly, as if trying to struggle out of something, time passed, and with all the effort, it finally broke through the shackles and made an angry sound—that belonged to the unborn evil god Roaring, the sound seemed like a long howling that was crying, like a wounded and dying beast, amidst the pain and despair, anger and sorrow were mixed.

The endless memory is surging, it is roaring, questioning the meaning of existence. Endless tears are flowing, it is confused, wondering whether there is only sadness in life.

Hearing this voice, Joshua seemed to see the cycle of time, infinite memory, and infinite history. Before his eyes, there was an extremely long, seemingly endless tunnel. In the tunnel, there were countless lives and races. The death of germination is the destruction of countless worlds and civilizations.

In ancient times, in some worlds, the rudiments of single-celled organisms did not evolve from small-molecule organic substances and macromolecular aggregates, and life was naturally out of the question.

In some worlds, due to the stable climate, algae life occupies the world. They have survived for billions of years without any change or evolution. They did not usher in destruction until the meteorite came.

The ancestor of intelligent life was just about to leave his homeland, but was hunted and killed by powerful creatures that had never been seen in a foreign land. The intelligent life that could not spread to the whole world was blocked in place by too dangerous beasts, and lost further possibilities and infinite future.

In the Stone Age, intelligent life that could only use primitive tools was powerless to resist even a natural disaster-level change, and even a simple tribal war and migration could lead to the extinction of several groups.

In the feudal era, a large-scale plague was enough to kill the entire population of the world. Perhaps with luck, there would be survivors, but if the number was not enough, civilization would naturally become extinct.

Every era and every decision may lead to the destruction of a civilization and the extinction of a race. The invisible filter filters out any unlucky civilization and world—although the more developed the civilization, the more the natural environment The less important is the element of luck brought about by change, but conversely, the more advanced the technology, the more likely it is that civilization will destroy itself.

Whether it is the age of steam, the age of industry, or the age of electronics, war has the ability to destroy the vitality of a country. The extinction caused by mutual slaughter between civilized individuals is better than any natural change. Compared with killing wild animals, intelligent life with steel creations, Prefers to kill its own kind.

But in the age of the sun, where the secrets of the stars can be discovered, wars become even more terrifying. Any nuclear country can easily start a war that can destroy the entire ecosystem, let alone the age of the universe. The more advanced the technology, the more civilized The more dangerous it is.

This is just a technical civilization - for those civilizations with extraordinary power, the journey is even more difficult. In the feudal era, they possessed enough power to destroy themselves.

Joshua could hear more cries of world collapse.

Because of the tide of demons, ghosts and monsters that suddenly appeared in people's hearts, and monsters born from nature invaded civilization, causing society to collapse, and the evil that settled at the bottom of civilization and human nature was awakened by extraordinary power, and then devoured civilization itself——Siberia World It is not an isolated case, any civilization with extraordinary power suddenly will inevitably set off a war, and plunge the whole world into an extremely dangerous extraordinary war.

Even if the contradictions are barely suppressed, demonstrations, riots, rebellions, uprisings, and revolutions are not uncommon. Those who have superpowers, but their relatives and friends do not have superpowers; those who have superpowers, their relatives and friends also have superpowers; None of them have superpowers... just such a relationship can divide the original order structure, and as long as the social system is even a little bit deficient, it will lead to the collapse of civilization.

Extreme civilization will bring about the most extreme bitterness, but in this world, there has never been a stable, eternal and stable civilization. It is a stone, not a god.

Self-destruction——

Self-destruction——

Self-destruction——

Wrapped forward by endless memories, walking towards the depths of the seemingly endless corridor, Joshua heard, hidden in countless sad cries, hidden in countless confused doubts, that song belonged to the unnamed evil god: It was the voice that sang of destruction, calling for death.

Soldiers are enlightened.

The "sorrowful evil god" calls for the destruction of civilization. Its existence and its power do not create contradictions and disputes out of thin air, but induce civilization to its natural destruction.

Born in the land of Nirvana in the abyss, in the great whirlpool of creation in the past, it is the self-destruction factor of all civilizations, and the natural enemy of all worlds and lives!

When sorrow keeps accumulating in the abyss, it is finally fermented by despair into a bitter fruit called death——in the sound of mournful crying, the evil god named [Death] is being conceived.

"Black... so fucking black!"

"I beg you, don't go on, I just want to see the next dawn... Don't you even want to leave this time for this world?!"

"This plan is likely to cause large-scale geological changes on the surface. The method is too radical. I don't agree... But do you have time? Indeed, my term of office is coming to an end..."

"Do we have a future?"

At this time, Joshua felt that he was being surrounded by countless chaos—but the memories of countless dead people, countless fragments of the world that had sunk into the abyss, had no rebirth, and had not been erased were all these He could hear countless people whispering in his ears, as if they wanted to assimilate him and make him a part of himself.

It can be seen that at the core of the extremely dark abyss, the silver stars have been completely covered by pitch black, and the original crystal structure of the evil god has begun to condense and grow around the stars - even if Joshua had activated the power of the King of Burning Souls a long time ago. Useful, as long as he can't eliminate the resentment of these broken world fragments, and can't resolve the sadness, he can't divide the condensed chaos into countless '1's, and naturally he can't start the purification.

However, this instinctively condensed chaos did not kill the warrior immediately.

—Time passed, in too long a darkness.

All past memories have disappeared, and in the abyss, even dreams no longer exist.

Counting the nights without dawn, even the names are forgotten.

Countless fragments of the dead world, sobbing in mourning.

【Death】What exactly is it?

For an extraordinary creature, the death of the body is only a change of life form, and for a life with a powerful soul, the death of the body is only the beginning of a new life.

And civilization, too.

Even if the "physical body" is destroyed, there are still worlds and civilizations whose names are remembered by other civilizations. Even if they do not die, if their names are recorded and chanted to the end of the universe, even if they have been destroyed long ago, it has become a fact. of eternity.

True death is the extinction of existence. Those who perish without a name, disappear without memory, and after everything is over, no one remembers, just quietly disappear...everything.

In the land of Nirvana in the abyss, there are these countless 'dead' civilizations, and they have even forgotten their own names, but in this endless chaos, in this extremely dark abyss, they see here In the dark night without any stars, I repeat my own story that no one knows again and again.

[Cthulhu of Death], in this sorrow that even time has been forgotten, condensed and conceived from the chaos of despair.

Joshua is their only listener and the only object they can tell. In this multiverse, no one can remember their names, and no one knows their joys and sorrows.

They can only call - to this one person.

so.

Endless sadness engulfed Joshua just like that.

...

but.

In the darkness, the silvery light pierced through the condensed chaos.

A bright light shines in the lightless abyss.

The huge steel star began to vibrate again - it could be seen that the crimson runes spread on its silver surface, and the chaos was also gasified. It seemed that the engine restarted the core and shattered The dust above is like a heating furnace core melting the ice covering it.

The inside of the world, the space occupied by countless chaotic fogs, is rapidly becoming clear, because in the very center of the world, an extremely condensed star is reproducing its light, and it can be seen that the phantom of the four-armed giant god appeared on the side of the star In the middle, his arms waved, as if to sweep away the world.

Joshua van Radcliffe was indeed overwhelmed by grief.

But the warrior did not fall into grief.

"I understand, it was because I thought of death at that time, that's why you appeared, and it was my fault for choosing me as the condensation point..."

It was I who awakened you who should have been scattered, and it was I who reminded you of the sorrow of death. .

Joshua woke up from the bewildering illusion and opened his eyes again. What flowed in his eyes was no longer the power of silver steel, but a pure and incomparable crimson brilliance—a battle intent that surpassed divinity churned in his heart. He couldn't help clenching his fists: "I actually gave up fighting—although it was only for a moment, I actually thought of dying together, chose an easy 'death', and gave up the possibility of working harder and living to win the victory!"

"For a fighter, this is the greatest despair and pain!"

The extremely dark abyss was surged by the temporarily repulsed chaos, but it still wanted to move forward, and the dark shadow spread again, as if it wanted to drown the shining light again.

However, the huge steel star began to deform amidst an extremely violent roar and vibration, accompanied by the extremely strong light like a supernova, the giant god named 'World' is waking up and taking shape—— can be seen, accompanied by the world With the change of matter, a huge mass point began to condense behind the giant god, and the black chaos was pulled into it, turning into a Φ-shaped sphere and an accretion disk, and endless strong light burst out from the two poles of the mass point, turning into a He took a spear that pierced the darkness.

"I have fought against giant dragons, herds of beasts, natural disasters, chaos, and evil gods. I have once fallen into a desperate situation and faced a powerful enemy that is theoretically impossible to defeat."

——But just as predicaments can be surpassed, any "impossible" existence itself must be conquered and surpassed by life, even the sorrow named [self-destruction], the evil god named [death], It's just like that!

On the silver outer armor, crimson sparks began to fly, and flickering ashes wandered around the giant god, alternating between light and dark, they were blown to the dark distance by the blazing wind, dotted in an endless stream, like a prairie fire The fire, never extinguished.

"Fight against the inferiority of civilization and life, against sorrow, despair, and an end called 'death'?"

Seeing the shadow of despair surging again, enough to overwhelm countless worlds, Joshua raised his hand, holding the long spear conceived from the poles of the mass point in his hand, pointing at the approaching darkness and chaos.

The warrior grinned.

"I like."

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