"…For finite life, it is the end of everything, and finite life cannot achieve eternity. Therefore, many people finally understand that they can only choose to fall. After all, if eternity is not achieved, they will inevitably die after a certain length of time, and only relatively closer to eternity, belonging to individuals will exist in a more abstract way, such as wisdom. However, many people do not have any commendable wisdom, or in other words, the wisdom of anyone is just like this. So what kind of accumulation can be preserved for a long time? A very reasonable answer - the fear of death."
"You may not understand the trace of eternity, but your desires point very straight towards eternity. Your desires are blown by reality and distorted, becoming your resentment towards reality. This resentment is the truth you once lived in the world. The princesses and princes in the story and the great men in the historical records. They are all dead. If you yearn for eternity, you will subconsciously realize that the happiness they once had is low, and then realize that all stories are hidden and persuaded you to pursue true eternity. What if you don't pursue eternity? Then you will die. It is indeed the case for yourself, but others can still feel the fear of death from the death of you, a person who does not pursue eternity. After all, "reality" has an "absolute opposition" relationship with "existence or not", so is it correct to tell everyone the fear of death?"
Suddenly, Amnak in the stands chuckled and said:
"Look, what a perfect excuse, philosophy, that it can be used for any purpose, even turning a murderer into a poet."
Soshiyang, who was standing beside him, also spoke slowly, his voice overwhelmed the performer.
"Maybe your truth is to resist fate, but in the same way, your fallacy lies in denying life. If even the meaning of life itself is denied, what is the meaning of your resistance?"
After saying that, Soshiyang leaped gently, pulled out the guardrail, landed on the stairs below, and then walked past the audience full of stiff living dead people and came under the stage.
"You excuse your actions. You feel that everything you do is to free the race from fate and the fear of death, but you ignore the diversity of life and natural rights, instill your will in others, and destroy others... You are not the kind of wise and warrior who understands nothingness but does not fear nothingness, and knows yourself and can surpass yourself. You are just a pathetic tyrant. The neglect of every individual who resists is your greatest cruelty. You are the root of the race that fears the dead with your own hands. Szarak, the dead king."
The other party lowered his head, and a unique laugh came from the golden mask of the human face.
"Tyrant? What is a Tyrant?"
"There is a arrogant and confused heart that sacrifices everything for what you think."
"If the so-called tyrant, as you said, is actually the one who sacrifices everyone for his own desires or ambitions. And I have no desires, and I have no desires in terms of honor and power. I use this power to compensate."
“What to compensate?”
"There is only one way to compensate for the stupidity and hatred of those who claim to be God, and to compete with God, that is, to be as cruel and ruthless as God, at least you have begun to understand this."
Soshiyang laughed twice, then shook his head.
"So that's why the awakened one rejects you, you don't understand yet."
Then he walked onto the stage and came to the other side.
"You have made so many arrangements and made such a big battle, just to say nonsense to me?"
"So what do you want to say to me?"
Soshiyang looked down at the "master behind the scenes" who were so close, and said in a very calm tone:
"No matter what deal you have made with Xerxes, I will not let you succeed. And everything you have done to the Eleventh Legion and the humans here must pay the price. Since the race of the Fear of the Dead is dead, it should honestly withdraw from the stage. But you still choose to continue to make trouble, so I will break your eternal dream."
"So, is this a declaration of war? Even if I have helped you."
"Help? Haha, who will you really help with something like you? Your behavior and words are lies, just like you deceive Xerxes."
The mysterious king shook his head and spread his arms.
"If the truth does not exist, nothing can provide value or command to justify our actions. In this way, we are not in a valuable world in the past or future, and we cannot find any way to justify ourselves or shirk responsibility. In this case, it is better to let us wear masks and use lies. This is his original words, and your thoughts are still much worse than him."
"Because I'm not him, all I have to do is use violence to stop your plan."
After saying that, Soshiyang stretched out his hand forward, but grabbed a short while.
At the same time, the stage under his feet suddenly collapsed, and then countless sharp claws stretched out, grabbing his hands and feet from all directions. The bodies of the zombies sitting in the audience were also emitted green light, and then the sharp claws were cut through their bodies.
In an instant, the entire theater was filled with countless skinners.
When the cold claws pressed against Soshiyang's cheek, he still had a mocking smile on his face, staring at the white not far away.
"Is that all?"
With a loud bang, the entire theater seemed to be under a bombshell. The walls and domes were torn apart by huge force, and a large number of debris were thrown into the sky like raindrops. Then a majestic existence rose in the rising smoke of the ruins.
"Re-feel the power that makes you tremble!!!"
Soshiyan, who transformed into Landogor, spread his arms wide open and roared across the earth. Then all the skinned people raised their heads, and red mist rose from their bodies, which poured into Soshiyan's body.
At that moment, his power expanded like never before. He didn't even know how many skinned people gathered here, but the number must be amazing, because the fog gathered from all directions of the entire planet.
He realized that he was eating and the power flowed into her, an incredible force, enhanced by endless fear.
Even Soshiyang himself was once afraid of the power of the Star God, but at this moment he was fearless. He suddenly realized that the vast galaxy sentient beings were ultimately just fuel for promotion.
This is a blood sacrifice.
He didn't know how things would develop. His thinking was a little confused. His desire and infinitely inflated personal will gradually gain the upper hand. Although he had not yet succumbed to hunger, he began to accept...
"I will make every one of you! Every one of the dead! Become a slave again!"
Chapter completed!