Chapter 1272
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"But all peace is bought by war. This is something that cannot be changed. We can't change the will of His Majesty." Sergei sighed.
After a while, Neuss whispered: "Indeed, this is something that cannot be changed. Just like how we will be destroyed, there is no way to stop it. Living in this post-apocalyptic world, who can escape from the sea of bitterness? Climb ashore and go to the thorn prison. "
"Destroyed?" Sergei frowned: "What do you mean?"
Neuss gently leaned on the chair as he looked up at the blue sky. He felt that the clouds were floating very fast. It seemed that a large number of people were gathering here. He faintly said: "In the past, I always thought that I could get rid of the predicament and end the suffering by relying on my own efforts. But after I went to prison, I realized that there are many things that you can't change. Sometimes you don't have to deal with one person, but the system that has lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. Moreover, you have to deal with the entire empire. Even the civilians of the entire empire!"
"When you want to change, you have to destroy everything."
"If you don't want to change then you can only be destroyed or assimilated. You will become the least prominent person in the crowd."
Neuss paused for a moment: "After I got out of prison, I followed His Majesty and grew up. Now I have climbed to the status of a king. My vision has expanded from the small giant wall to the whole world. I thought that all the suffering would leave me and I would have no worries in this life. But later I found out that I was wrong. I am no different from the weak prisoner who was trapped in the giant wall of Silvia."
"My power is monstrous. I am powerful. But I will eventually die. I will die of old age or be killed."
"From the moment of birth, the countdown to death is the truth of life. What a sad and pitiful thing!"
"No matter how much you struggle, no matter how brilliant you are, no matter how sorrowful you are, once you die, you will be forgotten by others. Even if someone knows your name and it is passed down for hundreds of generations, what is the point? Who are the people who remember your glorious achievements? Are there any despicable thieves? Rapists? Low moral pariahs? If so, what's there to be happy about being remembered by these people? "
Sergei scratched his head and said: "Listening to you, I feel that you are like those poets and literati. All day long you are either praising life or discussing the meaning of life. Living or dying."
"The meaning of life?" Neuss looked at him and chuckled: "The meaning of life is meaningless! Whether he was alive or dead, what was the difference? When all life reaches the end, it will be destroyed. Then, new life will be born from the destroyed corpses, and it will continue to struggle and reproduce. In the end, it will still reach the end of destruction. "
"Meaningless?" Sergei shook his head and said: "Aren't those literati going to vomit blood when they hear this? Aren't they just trying to make a living by studying this? I think it's quite interesting. Only the weak will be destroyed, not all of humanity. The strong won't be destroyed. "
"It's just a matter of time." Neuss chuckled: "As long as there is desire, the doomsday will not stop. Humans will continue to roll in this meat grinder. Eventually, the boiling blood will be spilled, the delicate skin will be completely twisted, and the hard bones will be chewed until they turn into a pile of rotten meat. That's the final form of the meat grinder."
"Can this form still be considered as alive?"
Sergei was startled. His mind wasn't as rough as it looked. He had already understood the deep meaning behind Neuss' words. He suddenly felt a chill.
As long as there is desire, the doomsday will not stop?
He repeatedly thought about this sentence in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he trembled.
"Whether it's the old era or now, the doomsday has never stopped." Neuss didn't care about Sergei's expression as he continued: "The doomsday represents death. Where there is struggle, there will be death. Where there is desire, there will be struggle. This is an unsolvable cycle. From the birth of life, we are destined to struggle in the doomsday. We have to work hard to survive. We have to raise our heads to live. However, when we can finally live and enjoy our hard-won dream life, can we still maintain our purity?"
"The saints teach us to restrain our desires. The law forces us to restrain our desires. Everything tells us that desire is the root of destruction!"
"But the saints didn't teach us how to live after restraining our desires. The law doesn't tell us how to protect ourselves after restraining our desires. "
"One step forward is the abyss of hell."
"Stop, it's still the same."
"If you retreat, the thorns behind you will pierce your heart."
"We can only move forward and look for hope. Hope is like a fish in front of us. We are greedy cats. We are always chasing but we can never eat it."
Sergei's face turned ugly. He couldn't help but interrupt Neuss: "Can't His Majesty escape? His Majesty has no desires. He is like a god. Can't he escape the whirlpool of the doomsday? "
Neuss looked at him as if he had seen through his thoughts. Neuss' tone became indifferent: "Do you think that you can jump out of the doomsday after becoming a god? But you don't know that His Majesty is the one in the deepest part of the whirlpool. He is beyond redemption! He is already dead. Even if he becomes a god, how can he be the original him? The doomsday has already crushed him into powder. No matter how you put it back together, you can't find his original appearance. What's the difference between you and being dead? "
Sergei was stunned.
"Becoming a god … Can't he be free?" He felt a slight pain in his heart. It was difficult to breathe.
Neuss' eyes flashed: "His Majesty is not without hope. Maybe … Only that girl can put his majesty's original appearance back together."
"You mean Miss Aisha?" Sergei's pupils shrank.
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Half a year after the rebellion of hundred kings.
The imperial capital had been rebuilt on a large scale. But the number of nobles living in the imperial capital had gradually decreased. They were worried that there would be more assassinations and they would be implicated.
"Aurora, I heard that there is news about Aisha from the Corpse Kingdom in the north." In the rebuilt palace, Dean was sitting on the throne. He was wearing a black robe with golden embroidery. He indifferently looked down at the graceful woman in the hall.
Aurora respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, the Corpse King said that he had seen Miss Aisha's figure from another corpse. But the specifics need to be investigated."
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