Chapter 1056: Can’t Hold so Much

Anger subconsciously followed and ran, with a sense of déjà vu in his soul. How could this scene seem to have happened before? And why run? My fruit tree.

Anger, who had reacted, patted the lich's head and then stopped.

The lich was stunned by his pat, holding his head and looking at him: "Why hit me?"

Anger said: "Why, run."

The lich hurriedly said: "Don't run, they hit you."

"Why do they hit you?" Anger asked curiously.

The lich said: "He, robbed things, I, broke my neck, and they beat me."

Anger looked at him suspiciously. With such a cowardly look, he dared to break someone's neck? He didn't dare to say anything even though he broke his calf himself.

Seeing that Anger really had no intention of running, the lich looked around, picked up a bone stick and held it in his hand, stood with Anger, and roared fiercely to give himself courage.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to attack. Those corpse witch skeletons rushed to Ange and fell to the ground without saying a word. Ange just glared at them. The lich in the front was indeed a headless one.

The gap in rank was too big. Basically, whoever he glared at would fall apart. More than a dozen skeleton liches squeaked on the ground and struggled in fear.

Ange ignored them and returned to his pit.

Not long after, a burst of fine footsteps sounded. Ange looked out with his mind and saw that the lich was connecting the joints of the broken liches, helping them up, and then helping the guy with the drooping head in the lead to roar fiercely a few times.

The crooked-headed lich nodded hurriedly, then bypassed Ange's pit and staggered away with a few brothers.

For the remaining skeleton zombies without wisdom, the lich first twisted off the head of one of the skeletons, then stuffed the remaining soul fire into the head, and handed it to Ange.

Ange shook his head to indicate no, and the lich happily devoured the soul fire himself.

It seems that the undead world here is as cruel as other places, but why did he let go of those intelligent liches?

After asking this question, the lich said: "The teacher said that wisdom is not easy and cannot be killed."

Ange thought of the hundreds of thousands of intelligent undead creatures here and wanted to know where the difficulty was, but after thinking about it, he was too lazy to ask and lay down in the pit.

Half a day later, Nagris flew back and saw the trench and two pits covered with cloth on the ground. Seeing the strange lich, he had to lift Ange up. After asking, he almost pissed him off: "Why don't you ask who his teacher is?"

Ange turned to the lich and asked: "Who is your teacher?"

The lich responded: "Call me teacher."

"Puff... what's your name? What's your teacher's name? There must be a name, right? And what's your name? Why are you here? How did you know Ange?" Nagris asked.

"The teacher doesn't let me say his name. My name is Scrooge." The lich said.

Negris blinked in confusion: "Did your teacher break the law? Why don't you let him say his name? Where is your teacher?"

Scrooge shook his head: "The teacher is dead, the teacher didn't break the law, but the teacher said that the Holy Spirit will not die, and the Thief will not stop, so we are not allowed to mention his name."

Negris was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean? The Holy Spirit will not die, and the Thief will not stop?"

This sentence seems incomprehensible at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems to contain some profound philosophy, but the problem is that Negris didn't figure out what it means.

What a joke? He is the God of Knowledge, how can he not understand?

"Anthony, Anthony, come here." Negris looked for help.

Anthony rushed over and was stunned for a long time after hearing this. He murmured: "Holy is the will of God. Holy God is the 'God' of God's will? In other words, the will of God is materialized and becomes a sacred will?"

Muttering to this point, Anthony slapped his thigh fiercely: "So the popular understanding is that the deified 'will of God' will not die, and the act of stealing 'will of God' will not end?"

Scrooge stared blankly.

"Is that what you mean?" Anthony asked Scrooge.

Scrooge lowered his head in shame: "I don't know what the teacher means. He just said this sentence and asked us not to mention his name. Can you interpret his words? Are you also a wise man?"

Anthony sighed and said with great emotion: "Your teacher is a real wise man. In fact, I noticed this phenomenon a long time ago. I didn't expect that your teacher summed it up in one sentence. It's amazing. It made me think through many things at once."

Negris asked puzzledly: "What phenomenon? Why don't I understand what you said?"

Anthony thought for a while and said: "Let me give you an example. A long time ago, there was a The wise man's words are full of philosophy, which can make people think and follow his words, live and work, and reproduce. But after a period of time, the wise man died. What will happen? "

Negris said: "What can happen? Everyone continues to live and work, reproduce. There are many wise men in this world, and the void will not change for one or two wise men. What can happen?"

"Yes, but the words of this wise man are too reasonable. Everyone has lived by his words for so long. If suddenly one day, someone wants to raise silkworms, grow cotton and weave cloth, but the wise man has not said anything about raising silkworms and weaving cloth, then can he raise silkworms and weave cloth?" Anthony asked.

After all, Nigris is the god of knowledge with rich common sense, and he immediately understood what Anthony wanted to express: "Will the words of wise men become shackles that restrict their progress?"

"Yes, you should seek guidance from wise men in everything you do. Don't do anything that the wise men have not said. But the world is moving forward. If there were no silk masks in the past, they were not allowed to use them. In the past, if there was no salty rice, they were not allowed to be eaten. This is 'The Holy Spirit'." Anthony said.

"Beat him to death." Ange said abruptly. How dare someone refuse to eat salty rice?

Nigris quickly comforted him: "It's a metaphor. No one dares to stop others from eating salty rice. It's just a metaphor."

Anthony also quickly said: "Yes, yes, metaphorically, the immortality of the Holy God is just a shackle, but what is even more terrifying is the thief who steals the will of God, falsely transmits the order of God, and misinterprets the words of wise men. The most terrifying thing is the thief." Guy, there is only one god, but there are many thieves. They use the name of god to divide everyone's minds and plunge them into endless fights... Why are you looking at me? "

Nigris said quickly: "No, no, no, I thought you were introducing yourself, continue."

Anthony blushed and continued: "So this wise man asked others not to mention his name. It was a process of disenchantment. Let his wisdom be passed down, but don't let his name be passed down and don't let others use it. By deifying him, this situation can be avoided.”

Nigris was a little confused: "But this way, others don't know that this is his wisdom? If his name can be passed down, maybe one day, others can call his name, and he can condense the divine fire and resurrect him. ?”

Anthony nodded: "The theory is this. However, the God of Arbitration was also reborn because believers called his name and lit the divine fire. But do you think he is still the just and selfless hero he was when he was a human?"

Nigris shook his head vigorously. The scene that impressed him most deeply on the God of Arbitration was the scene where he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of devout believers in the Broken Swamp and launched the judgment of annihilation.

How could this be something a just and selfless hero could do? It would be impossible for anyone with a little bit of humanity left to do such a thing.

"Therefore, it is the most admirable way to abandon all false reputations like his teacher." Anthony turned to Scrooge and said: "What is your teacher's name?"

"Uh..." Scrooge froze.

Nigris said angrily: "You spoke so loftily just now, and now you ask him the name of his teacher? How can you give up your false reputation?"

"I just want to know the name of this wise man and express my respect. I will not sing his name." Anthony said.

That’s exactly what Scrooge wants. He has a wise teacher, but he can’t say his name. It’s like he has a luminous bracelet and can’t show it off to others. It’s suffocating: “Oh oh oh, My teacher’s name is Ulsmann.”

"Ulsmann," Anthony whispered.

"Ulsmann?" Negris whispered.

"Ulsmann." Ange recited in a low voice. It was fine for others to recite. As soon as Ange finished reciting, countless star points gathered towards him, gradually forming a shadow in front of him.

Everyone was stunned, only Nigris said angrily: "Oh, why did you create another heroic spirit? My place is too small to hold so many heroic spirits."

Thank you, Mi Jia, for the tip.