Chapter 3563 Conflict of Ideas

One is still wanting to compete, and the other is completely giving up resistance. Compare the two and make a judgment.

This only made me more curious about the catastrophe that ended the ancient times.

You know, the apostle is said to be the one who once fought against the great will, the God of Creation, Biana, and was the one who placed her soul after her death in battle.

To be more precise, it is the collective body that inherited Biana's will and power.

In terms of strength, they may not be as good as Biana Battle God, but in terms of will, they are worthy of Biana Battle God.

Take Tyrannosaurus King Bakar as an example. When faced with the first apostle who could almost kill him instantly, between life and death, and after narrowly escaping due to the protection of the rules, his will was always unyielding and resisting. It is precisely because of this that Bakar made the statement that he thought he could compete with the First Apostle.

When facing the elders of the goblin tribe, this unyielding and tenacious will actually compromised and gave in. I don’t think this was a sign of Bakar’s fear of powerful enemies, because after that, Bakar continued to fight against the two ancient giants. The races put forward requests for alliance and hoped that the two major races could send their tribesmen to settle in the Sky City.

This is not the mentality of a timid person. It can only be said that Bakar’s will determined that the elders of the elf race are not in the same dimension as himself. However, Bakar’s unyielding spirit made him find ways to get an equal relationship with the two ancient races. Even if in the end, only the goblin clan sent two juniors to settle in the Sky City, this was a kind of spiritual comfort for Bakar.

But this is just the consolation. If he wants to strive for a further alliance, Bakar should also know that this is not fighting for rights, but pushing the envelope.

However, this group of strong men disappeared collectively after the disaster struck.

I don’t know how many of the tribesmen lost their lives due to that disaster, but I know that there must still be tribesmen alive.

After all, if the two major races in ancient times were completely dead, how was I born? How was Lizzy born?

But why, after giving birth to us, do you abandon us?

Is there any difficulty in being speechless? Or was it intentional? Or some other reason?

Is it related to the catastrophe that nearly destroyed all living things in the entire world?

A series of doubts took shape in my mind.

"Seren, when that disaster struck, did you really feel nothing?"

"What disaster?" Salem looked confused.

"It was the catastrophe that ended the ancient times."

"I don't know," Seren said, "I don't feel anything at all. Are you stupid when I say that? When that catastrophe happened, I had already followed the entire Sky City and fell into the deep sea."

"You fell into the deep sea. That's right. If not, how could you have escaped that catastrophe?"

"How miserable are you describing me?" Salem bared his teeth in dissatisfaction, but did not continue to refute.

How could a mere pterosaur be able to withstand the catastrophe that caused both ancient races to disappear en masse?

Afterwards, our conversation stopped there and started other less nutritious topics.

One day later, the war started again.

There are still cat-shaped monsters, humanoid monsters, giant monsters and wild boar monsters, but the number is several times higher than before.

"Another hard fight," I muttered.

"This is war," Prey responded calmly: "Testing, competition, and attrition are the most common elements in war."

"I don't know how long this situation will last."

"It's been a long time." Held put his slender hands on the battlements and said slowly: "As long as we haven't tested each other's bottom line, similar competitions will not stop."

"That's really bad," I said. Then I thought about it and said, "Since we can't tell the difference in a short time, I'll go back first."

"Go back?" Prey asked doubtfully, "Go back where?"

"Zefeng Continent."

He thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's fine. If necessary, I hope you can come as soon as possible."

"This is natural," I said, "after all, we all have a common enemy, right?"

"When do you plan to leave?" Michelle asked from the side.

"Tomorrow," I said, "Do you want to go back to Zefeng Continent?"

"No" Michelle shook her head: "Thank you for your kindness."

"The Church of the Priests no longer exists, so why would he go back? Rebuild the Church of the Priests?"

On the side, Ozma sneered, and then he looked at me and said, "But I really want to go back to Zephyr Continent to have a look. I believe there will be my followers there."

"Sorry, I don't want to take you back."

With an expressionless face, I refused him in a calm tone.

"You are discriminating," Ozma said angrily, "It is a huge insult to me!"

"Come on, Ozma" Michelle directly broke through his pretense: "If you were really angry because of such a trivial matter, you would have no place in the devil world."

"Che" Ozma showed his true colors and said with a sarcastic face: "Is it really interesting to expose other people's disguises? It's because of this that you have so few believers in the devil world."

"I don't need any believers," Michelle said, "I just want to uphold justice and believe in the Holy Light."

"What can we believe in the Holy Light?" Ozma sneered: "It's just a small reward from the great will. Do you really take this seriously?"

"You are so ridiculous, Ozma," Michelle said righteously: "Holy light is a blessing given by the Lord to all equal beings. It is our consistent belief and mission that we must firmly adhere to. It is an unquestionable truth!"

"Okay, okay," Ozma waved her hands disdainfully and said, "Don't continue your useless sermons here. We are not weak, and our hearts are not defective. We don't need any spiritual seasoning."

"Ozma, you are blaspheming the great will!"

"I didn't blaspheme the great will, and what if I blasphemed him?" Ozma said disdainfully: "He never appears when I need him. If he is really powerful, why do I believe in him? They are always just hopeless weaklings and greedy nobles, but they are never really strong men with great strength?"

"That's because the weak need him to give them the power of belief. As for the nobles, as you said, they do have unsatisfactory desires, but it is precisely for this reason that the great will has an even more irresistible attraction for them, but - -" Michelle said seriously: "The existence of the Holy Light is not just to fill the ditch of desire, but to guide the confused humans."

"That's why I hate you!" Ozma said: "Why can you be the light that guides the road and guides the direction for mankind? The direction of human progress never needs anyone's guidance, nor does it need the so-called holy light. Human beings have their own thoughts, wills, and emotions, so why must we follow the guidance of the Holy Light and abandon emotions of negativity, anger, and revenge?"