Chapter 569 Afterimages of the Past

Huai Shi was stunned.

I have never heard such righteous and awe-inspiring words from my opponent. It is unbelievable.

Suddenly, there was a subtle shock of standing at the bottom of a valley and being overlooked by someone on the moral high ground.

Are all your gangs in other places so polite?

"That's why some people always say, do all of you inspectors have brain problems..." Michelle shook her head, "Huai Shi, in your opinion, is the only solution in this world to life and death?"

"Uh... Now that we've taken action, well..."

Huaishi scratched his head: "The wildfire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again?"

"The Ivy League is an integral part of the American lineage. Eliminating the Ivy League means the complete extinction of the American lineage... Are you trying to burn all the American lineage?"

Michelle sneered: "If Russell really has the ability to rebuild the Utopia again and unify the Great Mystery of the Realm, it is not impossible... But the American lineage is gone, where can he find the Pillar as a replacement? Now it is already It’s the 22nd century, so don’t use the same logic that’s still in the primitive era, okay?”

The corners of Huaishi's eyes twitched.

This familiar venomous tone and sharp words...

It feels like there is a replica of the great master standing in front of me.

——Do you two use the same brand of mouthwash?

"I don't understand why Russell values ​​an executioner like you so much, but as the issuer of your graduation certificate in name only, let me teach you this lesson."

Michelle raised her head and looked down at the young man in front of her: "As a sublimator, there is nothing wrong with fighting to the death, but for teachers, such an approach is not worth boasting about.

Although the ivory tower and the ivy are incompatible in some areas, in the final analysis, we are not institutions formed for the pursuit of violence - seekers do not use violence to demonstrate authority!

Even if the battles in the academic field are often cruel and all means are used, for scholars, nothing is more precious than life. "

Michel said, “In the past, the Gauls could chop off the head of a scholar who only came out once in a thousand years in ten seconds, but even in another thousand years, they would not be able to produce another creator like Lavoisier… After Archimedes was stabbed to death by the Romans, there was no more Archimedes in the world!

For thousands of years, countless scholars have been striving to replace destruction with creation, and replace swords with morality. Even if this day is too early for us, this should not be a reason to give up virtue and show bestiality. "

He stared at the young man in front of him and told him word by word: "We inject intelligence into our knowledge and mysteries in the hope that one day it will be able to transcend cruel evil and create a reincarnation of good!"

Pure power represents pure nothingness.

Sometimes, this power turns into a mirror, reflecting the user's appearance.

In the midst of astonishment, Huai Shi suddenly recalled what Tong Ji once said to her: After becoming a sublimator, no matter what the initial goal is, it will eventually become like the idiom Solitaire, do whatever you want.

But compared with doing whatever you want, doing nothing is truly precious.

It is true that in the face of power, both good and evil will be magnified thousands of times.

But precisely because of this, the importance of ‘moderation’ will be highlighted even more.

Even though she had already experienced this truth, Huai Shi still felt something when these words came out of Michelle's mouth.

"I thought bankers and big capitalists didn't care about life."

He couldn't help but sigh.

He really didn't expect to hear such truth from a person who came from the stronghold of capitalists and bankers.

"Death is a loss that must be avoided. When people live, in order to create greater value, they must naturally avoid greater value being destroyed in meaningless struggles."

Michelle glanced at him: "If we don't care about this, why would we make any agreement?

Escalate the war directly, make a call here, let the Ivory Tower and the American Lineage each come out with a fifth level to fight, and decide the ownership of this hell... Wouldn't this be simpler? "

Huaishi's poems are speechless.

After all, until now, it seems that not many people on both sides have died at all - at least compared to the real endless war, it can be said to be enjoyable.

It can indeed be said that the Ivy League still maintains the reserve of scholars. Even when the theater troupe invaded the carriage when they arrived, they did not take the initiative to attack the group of students who had no ability to resist.

Avoid casualties as much as possible.

Even Michelle didn't actually do anything murderous after he surrendered.

There is no shortage of food for three meals, including meat and vegetables, and the intake is balanced.

Just let Huai Shi gain favor below, and allow Ivory Tower to pay a ransom to redeem himself.

This aristocratic treatment is really enough.

Huai Shi scratched his head and calculated carefully. The people who were really responsible for fighting were the mercenaries and the large group of subordinates on both sides... Aren't tool men considered human beings?

But Nightmare Eye, who came to be the tool, hadn't spoken yet, so what else could Huai Shi talk about.

I can only go through the process first and start to feel cold and angry. Can this world be better... How can we, the tool people, live so that you are satisfied... The tears are disappointing... Full of oppression of the tool people... When will we stand up... …Hell is empty…

After going through the process, he realized that he was just doing boxing.

Where did you just say that?

Across the table, Michelle crossed her arms and looked coldly at this guy who dared to be distracted during her class, becoming increasingly unhappy.

It’s been years since I’ve seen such a strange creature with such amazing bones, and he’s still a prisoner with no consciousness at all.

This gave him an urge to hit someone that he had not seen for a long time.

No, no, we can't fall for that bastard Mikhail...

He suppressed his anger, withdrew his gaze, stood up and walked to the back of the bridge. He waved his hand, causing the huge outer wall to slowly lower, revealing the busy laboratory behind it.

He waved to Huai Shi.

motioning for him to follow.

The huge laboratory is busy, and the center of all research and testing is undoubtedly the two sub-control cores suspended in the air.

One is a dismantled wind lantern, while the other is a deformed eight-armed puppet.

The puppet's face was solemn and cold, like a god or Buddha.

But underneath the body was nothing, just an empty shell.

Just like the remains left by the gods of the past.

"[Grower]."

He suddenly heard Michelle say this.

"According to the historical data unearthed in the hell here, the Forger in the sub-control center is called this. It is one of the thirteen Hour Saints with the same name as the Ten Thousand Changes.

Unlike the exquisite ideas and unpredictable styles that the Changing One is good at, the Growing One is the best at large-scale casting and creation reproduction. According to our research, he has even made his creations realize the von Neumann machine. The replication and evolution of the machine, and the out-of-control mechanical city we see today are all the results of its creations before they were destroyed. "

Michelle said without looking back: "If my guess is correct, the one you unearthed from the refinery should be the [Transformer], and the one in the temple should be the [Constant One], right?"

"I only know the All-Change One."

Huai Shi shrugged: "I was not directly involved in the research on the Iron Crystal Seat, and I didn't even have time to read the summary report, so I was brought to you.

Before this, I didn't even know anything about this place. "

He carefully looked at the research center in front of him, as if he was a country bumpkin who had never seen it before, and was amazed.

Michelle put her hands behind her hands and asked casually: "How much do you know about hell?"

Huaishi answered truthfully: "Other than the remnants of the past era and the past world, I don't know much about it."

"So, what causes hell?"

Huai Shi thought for a long time and answered seriously: "The world's decline and depth increase."

When the world begins to decline and is unable to maintain its own depth and falls toward the abyss, under the infection of the abyss, hell will be born.

Just like the tombs of the past, everything was buried in the earth and gradually disappeared without a trace in the darkness.

"It doesn't sound like I know anything at all."

Michelle paused and looked back at Huai Shi, as if she was surprised that he knew something about it.

"Except for classical music, I can still be regarded as an assistant lecturer of abyssal ecology in the Ivory Tower. Don't treat me as illiterate, okay?"

After hearing this, Michelle nodded in agreement: "Lecture assistants are better than illiterate people."

You'd better stop talking.

Huai Shi rolled her eyes, wanting to hit someone.

"There is actually nothing wrong with what you just said. Sometimes hell is born due to the decline of the world, but the world that dies does not leave many remaining traces..."

Michelle paused and smiled mockingly: "Most of the hells we see today are created by man."

"What do you mean?" Huai Shi frowned.

"The literal meaning - no one will accept death willingly, Huai Shi, before the end comes, there will be more or less resistance.

What we see now is the legacy of their resistance. "

Michelle said unhurriedly: "When the deepening started, people here must have been quite desperate... It can be seen that they tried many methods, but none of them worked in the end.

Fear leads to madness, and arrogance leads to destruction.

In the end, what they chose was to re-create their own paradise in the dead world - re-create the earth, re-create all things, re-create day and night, re-create everything... They even created a 'permafrost' that can be called a perpetual motion machine. The heart of the furnace' and the 'immortality machine' that makes people immortal.

In the end, with their amazing attainments and technology, they succeeded in taking back everything, but everything was still beyond recognition. From the moment they accepted the gift from the owner of the Hell Workshop, this outcome was already doomed. "

In an indifferent voice without mercy, Michelle announced the result: "They have reached a desperate situation, which has resulted in consequences that are thousands of times more tragic than death.

What was finally created was this land of twilight frozen at the dying end. "

As Michelle advanced, the doors in front of him opened one after another. Unknowingly, they had entered the core of the airship, the wheel room filled with countless equipment.

In the hot air, the staff were busy running around, as if preparing for some urgent task, and there was a lot of noise.

But Huaishi felt a chill and dizziness.

Barely able to stand.

When the truth about the Land of Twilight was revealed to Huai Shi, those hallucinatory scenes and whines seemed to ring in his ears again.

The despair that settled underground, almost forming a tide.

It's hard to imagine what kind of result they will eventually receive, but the fact that such a huge amount of resentment can exist here proves how terrifying that inhuman torture is.

The world on the verge of destruction has turned into the hell in front of us under the bewitchment of the hell workshop owners. It looked empty, but in Shao Siming's perception, it was filled with countless pain and despair, which was suffocating.

He finally felt what Beelzebub had complained about.

The sharper your perception, the more you know, and the more ferocious it is that you can feel.

He rubbed his forehead, raised his head and asked:

"Why are you telling me this?"

Michelle's footsteps finally stopped in front of the operating table.

"You were just passing by..."

The gray-haired middle-aged man finally turned around, looked at him, and asked contemptuously: "Mikhail, you must be looking at me, right?"

He stared into Huai Shi's eyes, as if he could glimpse the figure hidden behind Huai Shi.

At this moment, in the iron crystal stand, there was a crow standing on the support in front of the huge curtain. The light from its eyes projected the greetings from Michelle into the air.

The people in charge changed their colors slightly.

The Grand Master still held his arms, unmoved.

He just stared at Michelle's face indifferently without saying a word.

But Michelle seemed to receive a response, showing a mocking sneer.

"——Look, this time, I have already walked in front of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, behind Michelle, the airship's cabin suddenly burst into flames. Amidst countless mechanical operations, the airship's thick outer shell slowly opened.

Revealing the cursed world outside, bathed in darkness and rain of blood.

When the thunder in the clouds suddenly passed across, it illuminated the ferocious outline on the earth.

The searchlights lit up one by one, spreading cold incandescent light to the ground below, revealing the majestic outline of the huge man-made thing.

It was a building made of countless steels, a jaw-dropping geometric object.

Within a few days, a pyramid of more than 200 meters rose from the open space - an Aztec pyramid!

Under the connection of countless complicated lines, this outsider's building has actually been deeply wedged between the machines of the Twilight Country, and they have been forcibly integrated with each other.

Huaishi could vaguely see Liz wearing a sacrificial robe walking on the earth under the heavy rain.

Holding a frontier relic from the American lineage.

Step by step, I climbed the steps of the pyramid and walked towards the totems representing the old gods.

The secret ritual from the present realm is about to run here.

Every time he took a step, the pyramid made of metal would suddenly transform into an ancient building. When he was halfway out, wherever he passed, the entire pyramid seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years, with countless shapes emerging. Traces of moss and brokenness.

But the tyrannical divinity emerging from it became increasingly clear.

This pyramid is transforming step by step from a fake to a real residence of the gods...

At this moment, on the airship, hundreds of source material furnaces have been activated, burning the source material crystals, accumulating huge power to provide power for the next secret ceremony.

But Huaishi felt that her vision went dark.

I couldn't help but want to retreat.

Creepy.

Just in front of the operating table, a decayed figure wearing a crown slowly emerged. The cassock was still solemn and the crown was gorgeous, but the face under the crown was a gloomy skeleton.

It still looked like what he had seen in the underground world, that was the phantom of the Sun Forger!

The people around him didn't seem to notice this and were still running in a hurry. Huai Shi was dumbfounded and didn't know whether he should remind them or not.

But just when he hesitated, Michelle had already strode towards the joystick behind the Suncaster.

"Wait..." Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to stop him.

But Michelle remained unmoved and continued to move forward indifferently, pressing forward step by step. When walking into the phantom of the Sun Forger, his footsteps paused for a moment. It was as if he could see the scene in Huai Shi's eyes, but without any fear or flinching.

He whispered something and moved forward without hesitation, smashing the afterimages of the past.

In his hands, the final lever was pulled.

At that moment, the Land of Dusk was shaken.

A shrill scream suddenly erupted from the deepest depths of darkness, stinging everyone's eardrums.

Tomorrow seems to be the one-year anniversary of Tianqi's upload... I hope the update can be smoother...

Also, I would like to recommend to you the new book "Mingfeng Eighty Thousand Miles" by Zichai Hen. Friends who like history must read it!