937 years.
Lord Eric and Professor Leland D of the University of Pittsburgh published a co-authored paper in the Standard Journal of City-State History ("Where Do We View From?", Issue 44).
The paper claims that, based on the identification results of many weathered remains, the investigation of the Sargon IV landfill has reached a key conclusion, that is, the isolation and execution of infected persons undoubtedly have the same origin as positive law.
To sum up, the history of suffering for infected people has begun since the emergence of the law.
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The world has its own memory, unique. To Him, what is a long time is just a passing moment, a part of a long life. But memory in a "short time" is a deadly poison to humans.
The world of Terra accepted Valentine's sublimation, allowing him to sit with him and feel everything he could feel.
Nature is harmonious. Even if the amount of information is huge, it will not have any negative impact on Valentine. On the contrary, because he felt the complete nature in an instant, the little dragon man suddenly had the idea of stepping into heaven, and his whole body was filled with emotions. Indescribable pleasure.
And just after the world stuffed the memories of human civilization into his mind, Valentine fell directly from heaven to hell. The scene changed so quickly that he was unprepared.
Valentine felt like he was flying in the sky just now and was suddenly knocked over by a big wave into the sea. The salty and wet sea water penetrated into his body from his mouth, nostrils, ear canals and other every hole in his body, soaking in his body. Bitterness and pain.
If the feelings in Valentine's heart at this moment were compared to a knife, this knife would not only scratch his bones, but directly cut off every intact part of his body.
Cut into minced meat.
How great the pleasure was just now, how deep the pain is now.
This reminded Valentin of the "key" he had injected when he first came to the world of Terra. The pain he felt at this time was completely comparable to the pain caused by the key, or even more intense.
At least, in that dark space, Valentine could scream, howl, and roll around to distract himself, but at this moment, he was just a ball of consciousness and could not do these operations at all.
A large number of images were generated in front of his eyes, like bricks stuck hard on Valentine's face, forcing his wailing into his stomach, making him unable to even utter a moan. I can only stay obediently and accept the torture in this tsunami of memory.
Countless voices lingered in Valentine's ears, as if the whole world was talking in his ears, mixed with indescribable screams, babbles, roars, and laughter...
The layers upon layers are like the most chaotic battlefield in the world. The degree of semen pollution has increased exponentially compared to the soul shock caused by Mephistopheles, and it seems that it will never stop.
Valentine couldn't hear what he was saying, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He just felt that he seemed to be dead, but still alive, wrapping the earth, like air, as if it would dissipate into the wind at any time, No trace.
who I am?
where am I?
…
He wouldn't even think about such a question.
The heart is still beating, but the brain has collapsed, like a boiling pressure cooker that will explode at any time.
"What nonsense."
A helpless female voice sounded in Valentine's consciousness.
With the appearance of this voice, Valentine's consciousness, which had been frozen in place, also became alive.
It's like waking up from a dream.
"Well……"
The severe pain instantly cheered up the somewhat confused Valentine. He hummed and endured the pain and asked:
"What happened to me just now?"
like……
After a flash of white light, countless images appeared in front of his eyes, and then he fainted and had no memory of what happened next.
"There is a very famous mythology on Earth called the Cthulhu Mythos."
Valentin felt that a girl with white hair and purple eyes appeared in his consciousness, with black horns like tree branches on her head.
"Oh, this is a new image I made, inspired by the effeminate image of Eagle Horn on Earth."
When Valentin heard this familiar tone, he knew that this girl was Kaku Zhengyu. Although it is inspired by Miss Eagle, the specific appearance is still very different.
The image of Miss Eagle is very cute, but at this moment, Jiao Zhengyu's temperament is more of a monster. Her purple pupils are as colorful as a kaleidoscope, especially the pair of black horns on her head, which are twisted like a patriot. .
"Continue talking about mythology." Jiao Zhengyu touched his horn and projected the images of several outer gods in the Cthulhu mythology system.
Valentin felt his head hurt even more as he looked at the strange existences composed of twisted and swollen tentacles, lumps of flesh, gel and eyes.
"The names of the foreign gods in this mythology system are all strange, with extraordinary destructive power and profound knowledge, except for a few guys who eat fish blindly."
"Therefore, pleasing them may result in a huge inheritance of knowledge. This is why these outer gods have followers."
Jiao Zhengyu waved his hand, and those indescribable projections of existence disappeared.
Valentine felt like his head still hurt.
"You mean... uh..."
The aftereffects of having his head forcefully opened and the information instilled into him still hadn't disappeared. At this moment, whenever Valentin recalled the scene, it felt like he had been stabbed in the brain.
Looking at it from the perspective of conscious life, his entire consciousness seemed to be split in half.
"Well, a massive infusion of knowledge can drive humans crazy."
Jiao Zhengyu made a conclusion about Valentine's situation at this moment.
"The world of Terra is very happy to see that you accept the natural world, so it packed up all the information about Terra civilization and threw it to you."
"Then I smelled the smell of your brain being boiled. It was quite fragrant."
I go!
Valentine's mouth twitched.
He ignored the somewhat strange words of the Wendigo girl, and his entire consciousness shrank suddenly, and the density increased a bit.
I was frightened into a cold sweat.
"But I'm just a weak human being? Can the consciousness of the world also make this mistake?"
Why does this world of Terra not sound very smart?
"The Cthulhu Mythos says, don't use human thinking to imagine alien gods."
Jiao Zhengyu pointed at his head.
"Don't use your own thinking to imagine the way the world thinks."
The gap is so big that I can't understand it.
"Then you just..."
"Help you throw back that big pile of stuff."
When Jiao Zhengyu said "big——", he opened his arms and made a circle, which looked a little cute.
"The world didn't say anything, so it was accepted as ordered."
Hearing this, Valentin breathed a sigh of relief and felt lucky to have survived the disaster. The ethereal feeling gradually dissipated, and he felt that he was gradually descending, and the scope of the world he felt was also shrinking rapidly.
It seems that the world of Terra thinks that it has been baptized and wants to put itself back.
"But it doesn't matter. I intercepted some images for you. The kind that humans can adapt to, but the content may be a little uncomfortable."
The breeze blew through Valentine's silver hair, and the green of the forest appeared in his eyes again. Jiao Zhengyu stood in front of Valentine, with a strange smile on his lips.
"I didn't deliberately cut out the negative clips for you, but compressed the information and presented it to you in another way, which is still comprehensive."
Her body blocked the light and looked like a demon from a high position.
…
Wait she seems to be the devil now.
"do you want to see?"
Jiao Zhengyu did not force him to show it to Valentin, but held it in his hand and asked for his opinion.
Because she knew very well that Valentine would definitely read it.
Only when he watches it voluntarily can the effect of this video be maximized.
————————Can’t look back————————
Valentine has a dream, he hopes for world peace.
As a person who has lived in peaceful times since he was a child, he likes this feeling of stability very much, and he also knows something about past wars. This dream was born in this environment.
A person who has never seen war with his own eyes or seen the dark side of human nature only has such a dream after watching some anti-war videos. What if he can really face the battlefield and feel the darkness after human nature is torn apart? ?
How will this dream change?
…
An arrow passed by Valentine's ear, drawing a thin line of blood in the air. The mud-stained arrow cut through his skin and hit a soldier not far behind him.
Blood flowed down his cheek and into his neck, but Valentine didn't react. His eyes widened and he stared blankly at the people and things in front of him, as if he had lost his soul.
The scene in front of him was no longer as painful as before, and the roar in his ears was not as chaotic as before, but it was deafening and extremely real.
This is a battlefield, a small forest on the Usas-Sami border.
This is hell.
Countless Ursus soldiers rushed towards Valentine with knives and shields in their hands. Their clothes were stained with mud and blood, and their faces looked like evil ghosts, but they also looked like infected people in the slums. Dirty and vicious.
Behind him, the Sami soldiers blew their horns, and countless soldiers in white cloaks emerged from the snow and rushed towards the Ursus soldiers, shouting slogans of protecting their homes and country.
In an instant, black and white collided, followed by a world of blood and sword light. Valentine stood in the middle of the battlefield like a bystander, no one attacked him, and no one looked at him. The soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, with only enemies and burning anger in them.
But Valentine could feel them.
Blood can splash on Valentine's clothes, and flying severed limbs and heads can also hit his body. The roars and wailings almost pierced his eardrums, just like the snow covered with blood at this moment, which had melted into water and merged into scarlet rivers, revealing the dark brown land below.
People die here every moment, lying in a pool of blood with their eyes open. Even in death, the expressions on their faces did not change, and Valentine could read the resentment and madness in them.
He squatted down and reached out tremblingly to touch the wound of a corpse. What came from his fingers was an extremely real warm touch, as well as the pain of broken vertebrae piercing the skin.
Bodies like this are everywhere here, and they are still increasing.
No one spoke, no one begged for mercy, and all they could see was near-substantial madness and hatred.
Why fight?
This question is very naive, and Valentine himself can give a lot of answers. But when such a real and bloody scene appeared in front of him, he still asked this question like a fool.
That's right, why?
Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to live together in harmony?
Why kill each other?
No one answered his question, only the changing world in front of him.
Valentine saw the flames of war igniting in this world, and saw the struggle and death of countless soldiers. They said goodbye to their families and friends with a smile before joining the army. When they returned, they only had a national flag with them. Some even had their bodies missing. In the end, they only got a few tears and a small grave. More and more.
He saw the suffering suffered by the infected over the past thousand years. Those of his own kind were forcefully driven out in the ordinary world, their property and houses were confiscated, they said goodbye to their families, and finally died in the wilderness. Above or in the mines, maybe it's because of the cold, maybe because of the heat, maybe it's because of some people's bad taste.
He saw the crimes committed by ordinary people against the infected, and saw their ignorant and abnormal words and behaviors, like a group of mentally disturbed lunatics.
As long as those nobles let out a little bit of news, this group of Terran people living at the bottom of society would gather together and buzz like headless flies, chilling the hearts of the infected who were their compatriots, and making the nobles and rich laugh. But they forget that they are also the oppressed in this unfair world.
He saw nobles and kings stepping on the corpses of Terran and infected people, treating human life like thistles, and living an unimaginably luxurious life. This class with the smallest number of people in the Terra world controls the most resources. They drink the blood of the Terrans, eat the flesh of the Terrans, and step on the Terrans hard.
However, those Terran people who were trampled under their feet have lost their instinct of resistance due to their long-term subtle influence. They allowed these maggots to take away the power they should have. All they got was the dregs left by the nobles, or maybe the An "opportunity" to become infected.
Everyone in this world is pitiful, except nobles and kings.
The sights of countless sins and decay were imprinted in Valentine's mind, and countless stinky and crazy sounds got into his ear canals, churning his mind crazily. These evil thoughts like a sea formed pairs of black hands, pulling at Valentine's soul, seeming to pull him completely into the abyss.
Valentine huddled on the grass, grinding his teeth in pain, and his clothes were soaked. The buds and flowers that were originally wrapped around him lost their color at this moment and rotted into a pile of dust, falling on the ground and staining the land black.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, shook off the overflowing sin that was almost materializing, and looked at the command tower not far away. He slowly waved his arms and crawled forward, muttering those two names that were extremely familiar to him.
"Yihuang..."
His voice was hoarse, as if a pile of sand had been stuffed in his throat.
"Raphael..."
Several black arms covered Valentine's face and pulled him down forcefully. In his spiritual world, the angel of weapons emitting faint light had closed his eyes, and the blades of the immortals were scattered on the ground, seemingly giving up the struggle.
The flowing black gripped the angel's ankle, and these sins were going to drag her and Valentine into the abyss, closing their eyes forever.
"help me……"
He could no longer see the scene outside clearly.
"help me……"
The voice was as thin as a mosquito's whisper.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
At the same time, a vision suddenly occurred.
A dark figure was kneeling on the grass in the middle of the forest, making meaningless sounds from his mouth, like the hissing of a poisonous snake, or like someone playing the flute crazily.
A fang pierced Valentine's lip and grew out, followed by a second and a third... In the blink of an eye, his mouth became as scary as swallowing a sea urchin.
The thick black gel solid enveloped his body, making a slurping sound, accompanied by an unbearable stench that was nauseating.
A large number of messy black hairs and flesh buds grow wantonly on these black surfaces, frantically absorbing the vitality of the surrounding plants, corroding all the green around them into a dry and withered yellow.
But the vitality of these plants was not enough for this mass of evil, not nearly enough.
It is always hungry, never satisfied, until it eats up the entire planet and turns the world of Terra into a lifeless Death Star.
Soon, it focused on the creature closest to itself. And just when the black mass was about to spread, the life came over on its own.
"It's really not a worry."
Jiao Zhengyu scratched his hair with some distress, and looked at Heituan with a hint of apology in his purple eyes.
"It's my fault too."
"but……"
She covered her hands in the darkness and opened her red lips.
"It's time to wake up."
