Huai Shi was stunned.
He had never heard such righteous and awe-inspiring words from his opponent. He found it hard to believe.
Suddenly, he felt like he was standing at the bottom of a valley and being looked down upon by someone from a moral high ground.
Don't tell me all the gangs from other places are so polite?
"That's why there are always people who say that there's something wrong with the heads of all the inspectors …" Michelle shook her head. "Huai Shi, in your opinion, is there only one way to solve the problem in this world?"
"Uh … since we've already done it, then …"
Huai Shi scratched his head. "Even if the wildfire doesn't burn it out, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows?"
"The Ivy League is the inseparable focus of the American genealogy. Destroying the Ivy League means the complete extinction of the American genealogy … Why don't you try burning the American genealogy?"
Michelle sneered. "If Russell really has the ability to rebuild the utopia and unify the great arcana of the present realm, it's not impossible … But if the American genealogy is gone, where is he going to find a pillar as a replacement? It's already the 22nd century now. Don't bring out the logic that's still stuck in the primitive era, okay? "
The corner of Huai Shi's eyes twitched.
This familiar venomous tone and sharp words …
He felt like he was standing in front of a replica of a grand master.
Are you two using the same brand of mouthwash?
"Although I don't understand why Russell values an executioner like you so much, as the nominal signer of your graduation certificate, let me teach you this lesson."
Michelle raised her head and looked down at the young man in front of her. "As an ascender, there's nothing wrong with fighting to the death. But for a teacher, such an approach is not worth bragging about.
The Ivory Tower and the Ivy League are like fire and water in some fields, but in the end, we are not organizations formed for the pursuit of violence. The seekers of knowledge do not use violence to show their authority!
Even if the battles in the academic field are often cruel and all means are used, for a scholar, nothing is more precious than life. "
Michele said, "The Gauls used to be able to chop off the head of a scholar who only appeared once in a thousand years in ten seconds. But even if another thousand years passed, they would not be able to produce another creator like Lavoisier … After Archimedes was stabbed to death by the Romans, there was no Archimedes in this world!
For thousands of years, countless scholars had been striving to replace destruction with creation, and to replace swords with morality. Even if that day was still far away from us, it should not be a reason for us to abandon virtue and show our bestiality. “
He stared at the young man in front of him and told him word by word, "We inject intelligence into our knowledge and mysteries in the hope that one day, it can surpass the cruelty of evil and create the reincarnation of good!"
Pure power represented pure nothingness.
Sometimes, this power would turn into a mirror and reflect the user's appearance.
Amidst her shock, Huai Shi suddenly recalled what Tongji had once told her: After becoming a Sublimator, no matter what your initial goal is, you will eventually become an idiom that allows you to do whatever you want.
But compared to doing whatever you want, what you don't do is the most precious.
Indeed, in the face of power, good and evil will be magnified thousands of times.
But because of this, the importance of 'moderation' was even more prominent.
Even if he had already experienced this principle, but hearing it from Michele's mouth still made Huai Shi feel emotional.
"I thought the bankers and the big capitalists did not care about life."
He could not help but sigh.
He really did not expect to hear such a principle from someone who came from the headquarters of the capitalists and bankers.
"Death is a loss that must be avoided. People live in order to create greater value, and naturally, they must avoid greater value being destroyed in meaningless battles. "
Michele glanced at him, "If Gu Xijiu did not consider this point, why would we need to make an agreement?
We can directly escalate the war, make a call here, let the Ivory Tower and the American genealogy each send a fifth-grade fighter to fight, and decide the ownership of this hell … Isn't this more straightforward? "
Huai Shi was speechless.
After all, until now, it seemed that not many people on both sides had died. At least compared to the true meaning of a war that would not end until one side died, it could be said to be happy and harmonious.
The Ivy League could indeed be said to still maintain the modesty of scholars. Even when they came and the troupe invaded the carriage, they did not take the initiative to attack the group of students who did not have any ability to resist.
To the greatest extent possible, they avoided casualties.
Even Michele did not really do anything to him after he surrendered.
There was no lack of food for all three meals. There was meat and vegetables, and the intake was balanced.
Not only did she allow Huai Shi to gain favor from below, but she also allowed the Ivory Tower to pay a ransom to redeem him.
This aristocratic treatment was really enough.
Huai Shi scratched his head. After careful calculation, the ones who were really responsible for fighting were the mercenaries and a large group of … Were the tools not considered people?
However, the Eye of Nightmare, who was used as a tool, had not even spoken yet. What was Huai Shi talking about?
He could only go through the process first. He began to tremble in anger. Can this world be good … How can we live so that you are satisfied … Tears fail to live up to expectations … It's full of oppression for the tools … When will you stand up … Hell is empty …
After going through the process, he realized that he was only focused on boxing.
Where was I just now?
Across the table, Michele crossed her arms and looked coldly at this guy who dared to be distracted during her class. She became more and more unhappy.
How many years had it been since she had seen such a strange creature with such a strange skeleton? Moreover, it was a prisoner who did not have any self-awareness at all.
This gave her the urge to hit someone, which she had not seen in a long time.
No, no, I can't fall into that bastard Mikhail's trap …
She suppressed her anger, retracted her gaze, got up, and walked to the back of the bridge. With a wave of her hand, the huge outer wall slowly lowered, revealing the busy laboratory behind it.
She waved at Huai Shi.
She gestured for him to follow.
The huge laboratory was busy, and the center of all the research and testing was undoubtedly the two sub-control cores floating in the air in the middle.
One was a disassembled wind lantern, and the other was a deformed eight-armed puppet.
The puppet's face was solemn and cold, like a Buddha.
However, there was nothing under the body. It was just an empty shell.
It was just like the remains left behind by the gods in the past.
"The Life Elder."
He suddenly heard Michele say this.
"According to the historical materials unearthed in this hell, the creator in the sub-control center is called this. It is one of the thirteen saints of the hour who is as famous as the Ever-Changing One.
Unlike the Ever-Changing One's exquisite ideas and unpredictable style, the Life Elder is the creator who is best at large-scale creation and reproduction. According to our research, he has completely replicated and evolved his creations like the Von Neumann Machine. The mechanical city we see now is the result of his creations before they were destroyed. "
Michele said without turning her head, "If I'm not wrong, the one you unearthed from the oil refinery should be the Ever-Changing One, and the one in the temple should be the Ever-Changing One, right?"
"I only know the Ever-Changing One."
Huai Shi shrugged, "I didn't directly participate in the research of the Iron Crystal Constellation, and I didn't have time to read the summary report before I was brought here.
Before this, I didn't even know anything about this place. "
He carefully looked at the research center in front of him, as if he was a country bumpkin who had never seen anything like this before.
Michele walked forward with her hands behind her back and asked casually, "How much do you know about hell?"
Huai Shi answered honestly, "Other than the remains of the past era and the past world, I don't know much."
"Then, the reason for hell's formation?"
Huai Shi thought for a long time and answered seriously, "The decline of the world and the increase of the depth."
When the world began to decline and could no longer maintain its depth, it would fall into the abyss. Under the influence of the abyss, hell would be born.
Like a tomb, everything would be buried in the ground and gradually disappear in the darkness.
"It sounds like you're not completely clueless."
Michelle paused for a moment and turned to look at Huai Shi. She seemed surprised that Huai Shi knew about this as well.
"Putting classical music aside, I'm still an assistant lecturer of the Abyss Ecology at the Ivory Tower. Don't treat me like an illiterate, okay?"
Michele heard and nodded in agreement, "An assistant lecturer is better than an illiterate."
You better stop talking.
Huai Shi rolled his eyes and wanted to hit someone.
"What you said just now is not wrong. Sometimes hell is born because of the decline of the world, but the world that died of old age will not leave many traces …"
Michelle paused for a moment and revealed a mocking smile, "The hell we see now is mostly man-made."
"What do you mean?" Huai Shi frowned.
"It means literally — no one will accept death willingly. Huai Shi, before the end comes, more or less, there will be some resistance.
What we see now is the result of their resistance. "
Michele said slowly, "When the depth began, the people here must have been quite desperate … It can be seen that they tried many ways, but in the end, it did not work.
Fear leads to madness, and arrogance leads to destruction.
In the end, they chose to recreate their own paradise in the dead world — recreate the earth, recreate everything, recreate day and night, recreate everything … They even created the 'Eternal Frost Furnace' that can be called a perpetual motion machine, and the 'Immortality Machine' that can make people immortal.
In the end, with amazing attainments and technology, they succeeded in taking back everything, but everything is still unrecognizable. From the moment they accepted the gift of hell's workshop master, this ending was already decided. "
Michele announced the result in a cold voice without any pity, "They ushered in a desperate situation, incurring a disaster thousands of times worse than death.
In the end, what was created was this land of dusk that is frozen at the end of the dying world. "
As Michele moved forward, the doors in front of him opened one after another. Unknowingly, they had already walked into the core of the airship, which was filled with countless equipment in the engine room.
In the hot air, the staff were busy rushing around, as if they were urgently preparing for some mission. It was a clamor.
However, Huai Shi felt a wave of nausea and dizziness.
He could barely stand.
When the truth of the land of dusk was revealed to Huai Shi, the scenes and cries in the illusion seemed to ring in his ears again.
The despair that had sunk into the ground and almost formed a tidal wave.
It was hard to imagine what kind of ending they would face in the end, but the fact that such a huge amount of resentment remained here proved how terrifying the inhuman torture was.
Under the bewitchment of the workshop masters, the world that was on the verge of destruction turned into the hell in front of them. It looked empty, but in Young Master Ming's perception, it was filled with endless pain and despair. It was suffocating.
He finally understood the feeling that Beelzebub had complained about.
The sharper one's perception, the more one knew, and the more one could sense the hidden ferocity.
He rubbed his forehead and looked up.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Michele finally stopped in front of the control panel.
"You're just passing by …"
The middle-aged man with gray hair finally turned around and looked at him. He asked in disdain, "Mikhail, you must be looking at me, right?"
He stared into Huai Shi's eyes, as if he could see the figure hiding behind Huai Shi.
At this moment, in the iron crystal seat, a Crow stood on a support in front of the huge screen. The light emitted from its eyes projected Michele's greeting in the air.
The people in charge's expression changed slightly.
The grandmaster still crossed his arms and remained unmoved.
He just stared at Michele's face indifferently without saying a word.
However, Michele seemed to have received a response and sneered mockingly.
"Look carefully. This time, I'm already ahead of you! “
As soon as he finished speaking, the airship behind Michele suddenly shook. Countless machines were operating, and the thick outer shell of the airship slowly opened.
It revealed the cursed world bathed in darkness and blood rain outside.
When the thunder in the clouds suddenly crossed, it illuminated the ferocious outline on the ground.
The searchlights lit up one by one and scattered the cold white light on the ground below, revealing the magnificent outline of the huge man-made object.
It was a building made of countless steel, an astonishing geometrical object.
In just a few days, a pyramid of more than 200 meters rose from the ground on the open space — an Aztec pyramid!
Under the connection of countless complicated lines, this outsider's building was deeply wedged between the machines of the Twilight Village, and they were forcefully integrated into one.
Huai Shi could vaguely see Liz, who was wearing a priest's robe, walking on the ground under the cover of the heavy rain.
She was holding a border relic from the American lineage.
Step by step, she stepped on the stairs of the pyramid and walked towards the totem representing the old gods.
The secret ritual from the present realm was about to operate here.
With every step she took, the pyramid made of metal would suddenly transform into an ancient building. When she was halfway through, the entire pyramid seemed to have experienced tens of thousands of years, with countless traces of moss and cracks appearing.
However, the tyrannical divinity rising from it became clearer and clearer.
This pyramid was gradually transforming from a fake object into the residence of a real god.
At this moment, hundreds of source furnaces on the airship had been activated, burning source crystals and accumulating a huge amount of power to provide power for the next secret ritual.
However, Huai Shi felt that the world had darkened.
He could not help but want to retreat.
His hair stood on end.
In front of the control panel, a withered figure wearing a crown slowly appeared. The robe was still solemn and the crown was gorgeous, but the face under the crown was a gloomy skeleton.
It was still the same appearance he had seen in the underground world. It was the phantom of the Sunmaker!
The people around seemed to be unaware of this and continued to rush forward. Huai Shi was dumbfounded, not knowing if he should remind them.
But while he was hesitating, Michelle had already strode towards the control panel behind the Sunmaker.
"Wait …" Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to stop her.
However, Michelle was unmoved and continued to move forward indifferently, pressing forward step by step. When she walked into the phantom of the Sunmaker, her footsteps paused for a moment. It was as if she could see the scene in Huai Shi's eyes, but she did not show any fear or retreat.
He muttered something softly and moved forward without hesitation, shattering the afterimage of the past.
In her hand, the last control panel was pulled down.
At that moment, the Twilight Village shook.
An ear-piercing wail suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the darkness, stinging everyone's eardrums.
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Tomorrow seems to be the first anniversary of the Apocalypse's upload … I hope the update will be smoother …
Also, I would like to recommend Purple Hairpin's new book, "80,000 Miles of Clear Wind" ~ Friends who like history must take a look!
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