What is war?
War is an existence that is difficult to define in simple terms. Whether it is justice or evil, aggression or defense, cruelty or tranquility, war is always diverse and complex. Sometimes, we don’t even simply define war as “two groups fighting each other.”
Just like the most primitive war, it is just a few monkeys throwing stones at each other and attacking each other with their teeth and hands. Most of the time, they would select leaders to duel and engage in the most primitive and inefficient "war".
In the slave society, people began to use bronze vessels to attack each other. The existence of the state also made war no longer limited to fighting in the villages. Intellectual, political, economic, and logistical aspects of war also began to enter the stage of history. It was discovered that without money, the war could not be expanded, and without food, the soldiers would be weak. At this time, war is no longer a simple fight.
In the feudal society, the war went further. The cooperation between cavalry and infantry, the difference between heavy rattan armor and light armor, and the range of bows and crossbows all represented that wisdom factors began to gradually dominate war and became the mainstream of war.
Slowly, in the Middle Ages, the emergence of gunpowder gradually made knights withdraw from the stage of history. But this does not really change the nature of war. War is still an economic, cultural, political, and military competition between countries.
When science and technology developed rapidly, or after the explosion of science and technology, people suddenly discovered that the originally indestructible city walls were just immovable coffins in the face of the torrent of steel. In World War II, only a few people were actually killed by mainstream weapons and firearms. What really killed most soldiers were poison gas, tanks, missiles and other weapons of mass destruction.
Then, there is modern times.
"The wars in this world are inconsistent with the historical process of the earth."
Zhou Li listened to the content of the report given to him by the underground government, and gradually began to construct the war in his mind.
In modern times, war has begun to focus on intelligence and how to achieve maximum output with minimum casualties. It's as if everything has returned to its origin, back to the era when two leaders dueled to determine the outcome at the smallest cost, and the winner was king.
But actually, is this really the case?
War is never something easy to define.
In fact, the real war does not develop from a to b. War always creates a more terrifying existence in the collision of blood and iron, and then devours it in one bite. War is a greedy beast that devours everything it can and then turns them into part of the war.
Business, energy, education, culture, politics, military...all fields are hotbeds of war.
Whether it is the decisive battle between leaders in primitive society, the logistics of slave society, the wisdom of feudal society, gunpowder in the Middle Ages, technology during World War II, or the intelligence of modern warfare, they have never withdrawn from the stage in a war. On the contrary, they will always be part of the war. In a sense, the war also further promoted the development of these fields.
The Tsarist Empire and Tariq are separated by three hundred years, but whether it is business, energy, education, culture, politics, military and other fields, Tariq's development speed is almost explosive. In a sense, the war between the Tsarist Empire and Tariq was a benign war for this country.
Of course, many heroes died in that war. No matter how it is beautified, the war is still cruel. It's just that that cruel war brought good results, that's all.
"But this war is different from the past..."
Zhou Li raised his head and looked at the clear sky, a trace of solemnity flashed across his face.
Of course Zhou Li understood that without Twelve Hours' acquiescence, everything Anya did would be just a mirror image. Just like in the last life, I followed the script step by step, and everything was in the hands of the gods. And then, Anya becomes a destabilizing factor, a sore that needs to be removed.
So, Tariq was completely destroyed.
Zhou Li has never forgotten that gods are terrifying entities with power. Even the weird and strange power of Anya's "Thought Doll" is useless in the face of the absolute power of God.
The authority of gods is not skills.
Their power does not need to be released in any form, nor does it need to be chanted or recited. There is no forward swing and no price. As long as they want to, they can.
If the goddess of life wants to kill a person, she only needs to simply think about how the person died, and that is enough.
Because she is the goddess of life, authority is life.
Therefore, when Anya threatened the gods, they wanted Anya and the Church of Truth to disappear completely. And now, they need Anya.
Zhou Li was vaguely aware of the god's purpose, because Anya's purpose was very clear. She wanted to start a war, that was all.
However, this war will become nourishment for the God of War, and at the same time the Church of Truth will get what they want - the complete destruction of Tariq, a hotbed of theocracy. Most importantly, this war will defuse the simmering war between the Church of Truth and the Twelve Hours. Anya believes that preserving the Church of Truth is more important than Tariq.
Zhou Li has reason to believe that in this war, Anya only used the ideological puppets left by her teacher, and of course she also had her own puppets. The Truth Church did not directly participate in the war.
As for Tariq?
"really interesting."
Twisting his neck, Zhou Li chuckled. In his last life, Tarik was destroyed by the Demon King's army. He was helpless and could only watch his best friends die one after another.
In this life, it was also the crisis of destruction, but Zhou Li became Tariq's backbone. He stood in front of Anya, staring at her playfully, staring at the leader who spanned the time dimension, staring at her with the eyes of two lifetimes.
Then, confront the gods.
"You really think you are the savior."
Zhou Li really wanted a cigarette. He couldn't smoke it, but he would hold it in his mouth to prevent the corners of his mouth from turning up like this.
After his rebirth, Zhou Li's information was naturally more advanced than what others had. However, in his previous life, he had been watching Torrea and Demon King Jun Xiya in the wild, so he didn't know much about churches like the Church of Truth, which were destroyed in the first chapter of his previous life.
But he knew a group, and that was enough.
Zhou Li understood the gods.
He knew that those gods were not as indifferent to the world as they seemed, and he also knew that those gods were creatures with their own feelings. What he also knew was that these gods had never looked down upon mortals. Sometimes, Twelve Hours' attitude towards mortals is not as important as the gods.
Gods fear mortals.
Therefore, they will nip danger in the bud at all costs.
Of course, they are gods anyway. In their eyes, most dangers are just a group of opportunities that can be exploited at will, just like Ms. Anya.
She really sees herself as the savior who saves the world.
Zhou Li still wanted to laugh when he thought of this. Until now, Zhou Li has not regarded himself as the savior. Even though he saved Muqi, Jordan, and Tariq, he still regarded himself as a brave man. He was just doing what a brave man should do, but his methods were a little unusual.
Because he knew that Muqi could survive the disaster of the void and survive the conspiracy of the God of Death because of the smile of an old man who divided his soul into hundreds of parts and mocked the gods. It was a heavy blow to a race that put aside hatred and chose reason. And you are just the thread that connects everything. He is vital, but he is not everything.
He saved the spirit sea and Kaya, so Kallis will do everything possible to help humans, a race that once killed their compatriots. He saved Xiao Ke and gave Mr. Muqi hope, so Mr. Muqi tried his best to kill the God of Death. But what really saves them is themselves. In the previous life, Mu Qi just lacked a key named Zhou Li.
The same goes for Jordan.
Without Zhou Li, no one would have noticed the disaster from the Gospels, the God of Literature would have died in obscurity, and Gerost would have been swallowed up by the Gospels carrying painful memories. Christian will always be playing his role and Roya will be just an insignificant pawn. Finally, the Gospels will be collected by the Twelve Hours and become one of their fires. And the god of lies will end everything in deathly silence.
When Zhou Li ignited the fire, Christine fought against the ancient gods alone as a patron saint, fighting for Jordan's life. Gerost fulfilled the demon hunter's agreement as a demon and severely wounded the ancient god. Luo Ya gradually found himself after contact with Zhou Li. Although he did not break away, he conveyed crucial news to Zhou Li in the end.
Zhou Li, on the other hand, connected all the clues together and found the God of Literature within the God of Lies. He understood the unknown past and made everything the God of Literature do come to the surface. In the end, he saved Jordan.
Saved these drowning people who desperately tried to save themselves.
"A leaf blinds the eye."
Holding the Brave Exclusive in his hand, Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and murmured softly:
"You feel that you are saving the world and fighting against the gods."
"But why do I feel that you are just fulfilling your pathetic wish?"
"Even now I am being used by the gods without knowing it."
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When I opened my eyes, there was still nothingness.
Yin Jue subconsciously wanted to open his arms, but the non-existent senses reminded him that gods do not need that kind of body. He is the rule, the supreme rule, and he does not need to bind his soul within his body.
Only a few weeks had passed since his last deep sleep, but Yin Jue felt as if countless years had passed. But what he found most incomprehensible was that he couldn't feel the passage of time at all.
At this time, he heard a sound.
It's from God.
No, it comes from the twelve moments.
[Asua, you talk too much]
He is the god of chaos.
Yin Jue quickly made up his mind. He could feel the hot aura contained in those words, and it was easy to think of the existence that represented the riot.
{What influence can a pope have? }
There was a hint of sullenness in the elegant voice, and it was easy to tell that it was Asua, the goddess of elements.
[A slightest mistake can make a thousand miles, I like this sentence very much, I hope you can understand]
Contrary to what most people imagine, the God of Chaos does not match his name. He was always polite and soft-spoken.
{My fault}
Asua continued after sighing: {I was affected by emotions}
【You are not wrong about this】
The God of Chaos paused for a moment and continued: [Having feelings is a good thing]
{I still don’t understand}
Asua's voice was full of doubts, {Why, we must preserve our feelings}
{Obviously giving up feelings will help us achieve great things, but why do we keep these useless things? Just like if I didn't have a heart of compassion and love, I wouldn't give the limited truth to my Pope, but...}
[Don’t forget the lessons of the first generation]
After a moment of silence, the powerful voice of the God of Chaos sounded: [We have always been outsiders, and this world has never welcomed us. To this world, we are just a group of fire thieves who have stolen power. If we lose our feelings, we will be completely expelled like the first generation, and finally disappear into the universe]
[This world neither belongs to the universe nor to the anti-world. Even if she is so weak now, we still cannot come to earth and confront her head-on. She has become more and more active recently. We need to sleep for a while. Don’t worry, the God of Emotions has found a way to suppress her]
[Asua, we need to sleep for the time being. Don’t contact them for the time being. Don’t forget that they are not your children. Although it is cruel, we must push them into the furnace with our own hands]
The sound gradually faded away, and Yin Jue frowned. The amount of information contained in the conversation between the two gods was so huge that he couldn't understand it for a while.
First Generation?
What kind of existence can gods be referred to by him?
And what do they mean by universe and counter-world?
Who is she? Can the gods be so afraid?
"Did you hear that?"
At this time, the voice of the woman who called herself Gaia sounded. Just as Yinjue was about to answer, he heard her voice ringing again.
"This is a fragment I took from the long river of time, and I paid a lot of money."
"What are they talking about?"
Yin Jue frowned and asked in confusion: "What is Him? What are the universe and the counter-world? Who is she?"
"Let me explain it to you one by one."
Sighing lightly, Gaia said slowly: "He is the first generation of gods."
"The gods before the golden tree."
"An alien mechanical monster that has no emotions and acts solely to destroy the world."
"I call Him..."
As if she thought of some terrifying existence, even a being like Gaia, her tone also fluctuated a little.
"Savior."
