The seventh story is not the story of one person, it is the story of a pair of twins, the twins named Weapon.
They are the creations of the gods, born in the soil. They are not only weapons, but also clones of the earth, the incarnation of nature. One person represents the ruthlessness and anger of nature, and the other person represents the indifference and calmness of nature.
The natural norm is them.
One of them met Shen Ji, who was sent out by the arrogant and egotistical king to find the beast. As a weapon beast, he acquired a human form and intelligence, and followed Shen Ji back to the city-state where the king was.
The king is arrogant, and the weapon is calm. Calmness is bound to offend arrogance, so the battle breaks out.
During the battle, another weapon was brought over and almost killed the king, but after narrowly surviving, what emerged was a kind of stunned understanding.
The king took in two weapons for which there was no such thing as a "hometown".
And the reward is that they become the king's friends.
But they are messengers from the sky with a mission from the gods. They had their own thoughts, developed a good impression of humans, chose to believe their own judgment, left the gods, and came to humans.
In order to make the gods suspicious and afraid, the elder brother of the two chose to risk his life and enter the underworld alone. Fate rewarded the brave. He returned successfully and bought enough time for himself and the people around him. .
However, the development of things is always beyond imagination.
The patron saint of the city confessed her love to the king, but the king refused. The goddess's cry awakened the god's king. The angry god king sent a powerful beast to kill anyone who offended him.
Wang Hewei did not sit still and wait for death. In order to protect this land, they joined hands to kill the monster.
But he died because of the great god's curse.
The grief-stricken friends took up their gifts and sealed the sky, not only for revenge, but also to liberate mankind.
This is the seventh story, the story of a pair of beautiful twins and sad weapons.
"Seven stories." The red wine in Root Silk's hand had been replaced by a large ceramic bowl at some point, with strong-flavored wine in it. He also changed his posture, becoming more wild and wanton, and his tone The sigh in the book has not changed.
He took a sip of strong wine and wiped the corners of his mouth with his wrist as if he was a little intoxicated.
"This is Xiang Liang's collection. Although it doesn't look like a good wine now, but -"
"Some things do have a taste from the past."
"I--"
He put down the wine bowl, stood next to Annuo, and pointed to his toes.
"Starting from this place, all the time-"
He walked very quickly in the direction of Lawrence, until he reached Ananu and Enkidu.
"Go all the way here!"
His tone suddenly became excited.
"You are the restraining force, you are - the restraining force!"
"Yes, you are the restraining force of this planet and the primates. Everything you do is for the survival of the planet and primates. You have done nothing wrong at all!"
"But some things just don't make sense."
"History is heavy." Root Thread turned to look at Alaya and smiled, "Alaya, you should know this best."
"And fate will crush countless people." He turned his head to the side, which was the direction of Gaia, "Gaia, am I right?"
He walked over to the two men who were bound and had lost their physical restraint.
"I have feelings."
He said this with a calm expression.
"I have retained very clear memories of the seven lives I have experienced, the seven lives that were torn from my body. I can also remember the pain of having my life torn from me."
"Oh, sorry."
Root Thread took a step back and pushed her hands, as if she was really sorry.
"The lives of Xiang An and Ananu were not torn apart from my body by your hands. I separated them myself. I shouldn't blame you for this."
"But it really hurts."
He stretched out one of his hands and looked at it.
"When I live as a person in an era for decades or even more than ten years, that is all I have, the only thing I have."
"But you cut out the only color I had, using extremely sharp scissors."
"You are suppressing it, but you are blatantly doing so. Haven't you noticed that you have become more and more like an individual from the whole?"
Root Thread poked her head again and asked.
He has been suppressing it for too long. He knows that the time he can stay here is running out, but he still talks endlessly, talking to the two inhibitory forces.
"Don't think that this is an inevitable phenomenon. Your approach to me is your only way to save the world. But for you two, contacting me - the root thread itself, contacting my deepest things is Your end."
"Remember? I said that you have lost the 'qualification' to act as a restraining force? That does not mean that you have offended a small part of the conscious source, but that -"
"Your behavior and your thinking have gradually become separated from the whole and become subjective."
"It's too subjective."
"This is not the kind of thinking that 'inhibition' should produce."
"So, you are disqualified."
Root Silk said with a smile.
"Because thinking independently changes oneself from a whole to an individual, so - disqualified."
"That's it. Contact with me will only bring about this result. After all - have you noticed that even if I use different identities, I have lived my own life in seven different eras."
"You know, your idea is just to let me experience life. You don't particularly care whether I will become a hero and whether I will really leave my name. After all, this involves your game."
He was pacing and talking while pacing, speaking fast as if he was talking casually.
"However, every time, I did leave my name in that history."
"Some fates must be carried by someone."
"I am not the ultimate, but I am the embodiment of shining, and I will bathe everything in light - even you."
"But maybe you don't like this light."
"The time is almost up, do you want to continue talking?"
Suddenly, such a voice came from behind.
Root Thread turned around and looked over.
But he found that it was the British Anno who was looking at him with a stern expression on his somewhat stiff face.
Tomorrow I will slowly release the panels and voices of several characters. I will give you a preview first.
Five-star gun Ananu
Five Star Sword Nanshe
Four-star Kurgalu & Galatulu
Samsung Gun Adkart
(End of chapter)
