"Cheer up, General George." Laite hurried forward, helped George up, and leaned against the stone slab.
"I know, Lite." George looked at Lite with loving eyes, stretched out his hand, and stroked Lite's cheek so gently before.
The feeling of being pierced through the heart by a tentacle was extremely painful, and due to the "Silence Plant" in the body and the magic and extraordinary power wandering and floating in this space, George's wounds could not be healed for a while, and the fatal wounds could not be recovered. Taking his life was undoubtedly an inhumane and painful journey.
But not only was he not upset, angry, or resentful, but he showed an expression of relief.
With a smile on his face, George said with an expression:
"You know, Laite, my wife is a very beautiful lady. Thirty years ago, at the dance in Linbian City, the border city between the Zine Empire and Crusted, I was attracted by her graceful figure and Attracted by her swan-like graceful movements. The Crusaders, she is a Crusade. The dance they are proud of is the "Swan Dance". As long as the music is played, the whole place will be silent, and only she dances gracefully. , seducing my soul away. "
"Later... we went to Sun Demon City and had our child. We gave him a name that means "light". It's just a pity that I have never thought about doing something for mankind, nor have I tried to end the troubled times. I only hope to climb up as much as possible in this dirty land and sit on a higher position. I admit... participating in the construction of "Paradise" was because I was disappointed with the empire and wanted to completely join the committee's camp. Holly...that crazy dictator Holly promised me to be one of the "Supreme Managers" of the first Governing Council, and you would take over from me after I lost interest in "management." A realm close to "real mechanical civilization". "
"However, during the "slow time" when my heart was penetrated just now, I thought a lot. Come on, maybe I was wrong. "
"No, General George, there is no right or wrong, only different positions." Laite quickly comforted him and said:
"If this were the admirable era of the Steam Age, the person who proposed this plan would definitely be considered a lunatic and then dragged to a dark corner and beaten to death. However, the Wasteland Era is, after all, a dark, painful, and painful time. In an era of despair, everyone here has been enduring endless torture since birth."
"Those who are capable cannot be reused, those who have ideals cannot see hope, those who have resources dare not fight hard, and those who have nothing but life are "living" just to "live". This is originally a terrible era, a process of "entropy increase". If those of us who stick to our ideals don't try and fight hard, we can only watch helplessly as this continent that has given birth to countless gorgeous creatures and splendid civilizations goes into silence and eventually dies. "
"So, you are not wrong, I am not wrong, and neither is Crown Prince Yin Fante. We are all moving along the path we think is right with limited power and knowledge. There is no right person in this "journey" There are only "winners" and "losers". I feel more and more now that only the true concept of [Order] can truly "restart" the world and rekindle civilization. "
"What is... [True Order]?" George asked in confusion. He looked at Laite, who was looking up at the "Restricted Gate" with a melancholy but hopeful expression on his face. He felt more and more strange, but felt more and more like He is slowly becoming great.
"Yin Fante... what he hopes to build is not the real [Order], but a personal [Order] that is forcibly established based on strong military power and complete resources. Once he dies, or simply makes a wrong decision, [Order] will collapse in an instant, becoming even more chaotic than before. Just like...an emperor of the Central Empire."
"You mean, Alexander?" George guessed, but suddenly he coughed twice and vomited out a ball of dark, sticky liquid with a pungent smell.
He knew that his time was indeed running out, and with Laite accompanying him on his final journey, he was not alone.
"Yeah, how come there is an Alexander in this world, and his experiences after death are so surprisingly consistent?" Laite cursed softly, thinking of Brett's experience in Chekavsk
I will tell him the history of the Central Empire later.
After thinking for a few seconds, he turned his head and glanced at Brett's body, whose head was completely changed and lifeless, and sighed and relayed:
"Yes, Alexander, he was the emperor of the Central Empire at the end of the Second Era. In his time, the Holy Rum language that originated there affected the entire Western Continent. He conquered many peoples and vast areas, and established a huge, A great multi-ethnic country. Therefore, it was logical that he changed his position from "King" to "Emperor". "
"But what all relies on is not laws, not rules, not agreed customs, nor is it a system left after careful thinking and careful planning, but the army. After his death, the empire fell apart and became several vassal states that were fighting against each other. , it was not until three hundred years later that the new emperor Augustus was crowned in the "Land of the Moon", ending the chaos. "
"So...you want to say that the real [order] is based on the system?" George asked.
"No." Laite shook his head, "Maybe, not entirely."
"At least the person who establishes [order] should have an ambitious goal and be willing to pay all costs including life for it. Secondly, he must understand the rules, establish rules, build a system, and be able to abide by them and not Deliberately destroy it. Finally, he should lead all those who are willing to end the chaos and build a truly inclusive country."
"There must be [order] as the benchmark. There will be no killing, no oppression, no confrontation and discrimination. In the end, no one will rule and no one will be ruled. There will be only countless races looking up at the stars, longing for peaceful coexistence and shared weal and woe among races beyond the stars. "
"It's really ideal, Laite." George smiled slightly and chose not to comment.
"It's an "ideal", but it's "difficult to realize." Maybe even if I reach the position of god a few hundred years from now, I won't be able to build such a world. But in fact, I remember someone said to me that the next era of the Steam Age should be the "Technological Era", not the deviated "Wasteland Era". If mankind can really survive and rekindle the fire of civilization, the next era should be the "Era of the Stars." "Laite said.
""Star Era", a wonderful and strange name. " George said, his eyes gradually widened, and he looked up at the top of the palace with all his strength, as if his sight and thoughts could already penetrate the walls, through the masonry, and look at the twinkling stars under the silent night sky, as well as the transverse High in the sky, there is the colorful and brilliant "Galaxy".
For a moment, he couldn't feel the pain anymore. He only felt that his body became light and airy, as if there was a force taking him off the ground and towards the deep universe that gave birth to life.
However, under Laite's restraint, he can only be restrained by invisible "threads" like a kite, unable to escape at all.
"'Star Era', in my world is a product of science fiction. The world before I traveled back in time was already very prosperous in technology and culture. We invented countless electrical devices and had powerful and efficient communication capabilities. We could dive into the ocean to a depth of 10,000 meters and fly to the moon, but we couldn’t call it a “star.” civilization". "
"The true "Star Era" is an era when one can look into the starry sky and see countless speeding light points and jump wormholes at the peak of technology; it is an era where one breaks through the constraints of the planet and roams in endless space; it is an era of restlessness, An era full of expectation and exploration; an era that ignores "time, space, past and future" and satisfies endless reveries. In the future era, humans will no longer fight for a few resources, nor will they fall into the abyss of sin caused by evil thoughts. We will have endless lives to explore the endless universe, and we will also be transformed by technology and become unafraid. An existence comparable to gods that can adapt to any disaster and any space. "
While Laite expressed his inner emotions affectionately, George's brain seemed to be emptied, and all thoughts about the "Zine Empire", "Socrate Committee", "Paradise" and "God" were thrown aside.
He looked attentively into the imaginary future universe, and indeed he saw spaceships speeding past, as well as impulses that existed for the purpose of leaping. People wore silver-white armor with a very technical style, and came out fully armed. The spaceship stepped off and stepped on the lush soil of the "New Earth" world.
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Thinking of this, he smiled. At this moment, he suddenly understood the true meaning of "paradise".
At this moment, he seemed to understand Laite's strong opposition to "Paradise". He was no longer persistent. He finally felt that the "kite string" binding his body was disconnected. He slowly closed his eyes and endured determine his own destiny...
Looking at George, who had his eyes closed tightly under the stone slab, and the liquid in his heart no longer flowed out, and he had lost his life, Laite seemed less sad and painful than before.
He stood up slowly, plucked out a Bianhua flower that had grown beside him at some point, and placed it lightly on George's chest.
Seeing the bright red flowers reflected by the blood on George's chest, Laite suddenly felt that maybe this could be his future.
While he was sighing, countless spark-like light spots poured out from the changing stone slab of Wengutes' chest again, and immediately covered the entire sculpture.
Immediately afterwards, a huge roar accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears penetrated the entire palace. The "forbidden door" not far away that seemed to have an astonishing height was finally slowly opened under the premise that the four passwords were entered correctly. Finally, A layer of incandescent brilliance comparable to that of the sun penetrated.
Without any nostalgia or hesitation, Laite knew that his only mission now was to enter the divine realm where the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" lived, ask her about the mysteries of his body, time travel and power, and finally obtain her guidance.
Now that George is dead, Pusev who cooperated with him is dead, and the members of Socra's army and escorts who followed him are also dead. He prevented Socra from starting the "Blood Night Ritual" and relied on "Lalaye's Dream" "The act of opening "Paradise" is already half the battle.
Presumably, in the core area of Silent Highlands, which is endowed with mystery and extraordinaryness in the film, the Socra Committee is no longer able to send people in anymore.
If there is another battle next, it will definitely not be with gods. After all, my power comes from gods, so there is no possibility of victory. If there are enemies, I can only hope to teach those high-level lost ones. , and the hatched baby dragon Seye, whose "blood" is probably impossible to use.
Step by step, Laite stepped onto the stairs leading to the open "forbidden door" engraved with "plants, geometric figures, mechanical gears and dragon totems", Laite felt more and more:
The war that belongs to the empire is ending, and the war that belongs to mankind is far from over, but the process of exploring the mysteries and truth has begun.
Standing in front of the majestic "Forbidden Door" filled with extraordinary light, Laite suddenly felt that his energy was rapidly recovering, and his heart was filled with unprecedented and supreme joy.
Looking at the holy light inside the door that was so white that it almost covered all the objects, Laite imagined in his mind how exquisite a heaven-like world it was inside. He stood there quietly without saying a word or a sound. Feel the warmth brought by the light quietly.
For a moment, he seemed to be in a dream, as if he had seen a scene similar to this that he dared not call a memory during the time when he was surrounded by magicians and experienced exhaustion and pain.
The crisp ringtones, beautiful music box music, and distant sirens quietly appeared in his ears. He knew that this was the gods resonating with the pain deep in his heart, wanting to call the souls of the dead and lead them away. Towards a harbor of happiness.
Thinking of this, Laite couldn't help but "sneer". Then, he shook his head slightly and showed a bitter smile.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped straight into the divine space without looking back.
…
"Do you still remember the conversation between one of my incarnations, "Mechanical Manipulator No. 02", the guy you call the "False God", and you at "The Bank of the Stars"? ” Said an ethereal girl’s voice as if coming from the sky.
"Of course..." the young male voice responded:
"I just don't know...which sentence are you referring to? You should know very well that we talked for a long time and exchanged many opinions with each other. After all, you and I are both products of the Lord of Machinery, but we have gone into two completely different directions. However, we still have endless things in common.
"
"Hmm... let me think about it, it's the description of "sorrow", do you still remember it? "
"Remember." The owner of the green voice nodded obediently and said softly:
"You told me that "sorrow" is not only the pain that is engraved in the heart, but also represents the anger, hatred, resentment and despair before death. You also added that the products created by the Master of Machinery must experience the most painful emotions of mankind, just like what humans experience in this wasteland world. "
After finishing speaking, the owner of the green voice paused for a moment. Seeing that the subject of the girly voice did not continue to express his position, he raised his head and asked in a cautious tone:
"Speaking of which, Your Highness, does this have any necessary connection with me contacting your core, healing the wounds on my body, and guiding me to obtain the core of "wisdom" and become a true human being? "
