Chapter 254: Reveal the truth...

Whoever saves himself receives help from God?

No, Zhou Li doesn't think so.

When a person chooses to save himself, all the so-called "time, place, and harmony" are made through all efforts in desperate situations. The so-called help from heaven is just a humble word after saving himself. For these professionals in Jordan, choosing to save themselves is a crucial step for them.

The city of Jordan is a deformed existence in the UK, South and the entire world. In other countries, the number of professionals in a country is the standard for whether the city is advanced. Generally speaking, the more professionals in a city, the higher the level of civilization of the entire city. But in the city of Jordan, everything is the opposite.

It clearly has an 80% conversion rate of professionals, and this city clearly has the largest number of professionals in the world. But under a strange rule and atmosphere, the entire city is as depressing as the title of "Mist City". Professionals who regard as treasures in other countries are like streets here, and everyone may be professionals.

However, there were not many professions who controlled the city.

Yes, in this city where 80% of them are professionals, the remaining 20% ​​are truly controlling power and wealth.

This is easy to understand, isn't it?

Professionals in other cities are elites in an industry. But in this city, these mass-produced professionals will not have any possibility of being looked up to by others. In Jordan, all professionals are just an inconspicuous screw on this huge machine. The difference between them and ordinary people in other cities is that they have never even possessed dignity.

"My war with the Gospels has already begun."

Picking up the long sword and looking at the water-colored halo reflected on the blade, Zhou Li's eyes gradually covered with black fog. "If I guessed it well, the Gospels of that year were willing to be defeated."

"Gerrost, the witch hunter, was also created by the Gospels. The ultimate purpose of the Gospels is to promote the negotiation between mankind and the gospel."

"What?"

Even though Toreya was determined, she exclaimed unconsciously, "Why did he do this?"

“Because it wants a test field.”

In the drowsy room, Zhou Li's face was normal and his voice was calm: "Our real battlefield is not in the confrontation between weird and human beings, nor in the midst of this flood. What I have really been fighting against the Gospels are these people."

"The Gospels create large quantities of shoddy professionals in order to make them regard professionals as grass, and let them gradually erase the pride that professionals bring to them. Slowly, these powerful people will erase their minds and give up their dignity. They lower their heads, and from then on they will only be whipped by whips and will slowly take a step forward."

"From the beginning, the Gospels handed over themselves and allowed themselves to create professionals for Jordan unconditionally for today. In order to make these professionals willing to do mechanical repetitive labor, and to prevent this large number of professionals from resisting themselves, the Jordanian government took action personally to trap the professionals in this city-state, cut off their minds, and let them put aside their pride."

"A bunch of exquisite and durable machines that don't have their own ideas. This is the {professional} that the Jordanian government wants."

Toreya, who gradually followed Zhou Li's thoughts, felt a chill in her heart. At this time, she realized something.

“Yes, in the process, the Gospels are really spreading the gospel.”

Let ordinary people become professionals with special powers, and let the government and wealthy businessmen obtain tireless advanced tools.

From beginning to end, the Gospels did not participate in any activities of resistance or repression. It simply spreads the gospel like its own name.

The only regret is that after the gospel invades human desires, it is the roar of disaster.

"Why did he do this? What can he get after he created these?"

Faced with Toreya's doubts, Zhou Li did not answer immediately. He took off the Grand Consul's medal on his chest and placed it on the table beside him. In the dim light, the medal was stained with a gray halo, and the medal, which was originally full of righteousness, seemed very chaotic in the light.

"You said that before you came to Jordan, no one remembered me except you."

"That's right."

Toreya nodded, and no one could fully remember Zhou Li before they seized the opportunity to open a gap in the barrier and entered Jordan in a fleeting gap.

"So, I'll ask you..."

The black mist wrapped around the medal. At this moment, Toreya felt that her breathing was a little difficult. Because she also thought of this problem.

"The British South Government, why do you know I'm here?"

Like a thunder, Toreya felt the roar in her mind. At this moment, Toreya seemed to be in an ice cave, wrapped in a cold breath.

Yes, if the world had forgotten Zhou Li, who gave them this medal and the letter of employment?

At this time, when Toreya again pointed to the medal that symbolized glory and verdict, she was no longer as calm as before. The medal carved with sword and shield patterns stared at herself coldly like a poisonous snake, ready to go.

"Why did he do this?"

Another question was asked, but this time, Toreya felt that the sound of her speech was as if she was trapped by a gel, which was very difficult. Zhou Li picked up the medal and gently brushed his fingers across the lines on it. After a long time, he spoke.

"A group of professionals who have lost their dignity and beliefs have been defeated by disasters and surrounded by endless despair, a person suddenly appears and brings hope to them. Then what will this person be called?"

"hero."

"What will he get?"

"The reverence of this group of numb professions."

"No."

Faced with this obvious answer, Zhou Li shook his head and rejected Toreya's answer. With her shocked expression, Zhou Li slowly spoke:

"Heroes will not be respected. All they can get is blind pursuit."

"People will crazyly regard this hero as their whole, and long-term depression and pain will burst out completely in an instant and vent their catharsis on this hero. At that time, this hero will become their backbone and their soul."

"But this..."

Facing Toreya's hesitant words, Zhou Li sneered and helped her fill this question.

"But isn't this better? The hero has fans, and the confused person has soul, and the best of both worlds."

"Yes...I want to say this is this."

Toreya nodded, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes because she could see the sarcastic smile on Zhou Li's face.

"Don't forget, the words I said are catharsis."

"Professionals, a group of professionals who have been suppressed to the extreme and have lost all their dignity. After a moment of gratitude, they will ask for the hero without restraint."

"They will say that you have helped us once, and you should help us a second time. You have saved us, and we should be saved by you."

"Because, you are a hero."

"When the heroes are unable to continue to pay for the requests of these professions, the lambs who were originally docile in front of the government will reveal their teeth. They will vent all the suffering they had suffered before on this hero who cannot help themselves and has lost all their value."

"Don't forget that they are professionals. They are professionals with extraordinary power."

Toreya's brain was left with only a blank space. At this time, she understood why Zhou Li had been resisting the title of hero and why he had been treating everyone with high pressure. Even if he allowed more civilians to survive, he survived one by one under violent law enforcement.

They will be grateful to Zhou Li, but they will also be afraid of Zhou Li because of this.

It was not until then that Toreya understood why Zhou Li couldn't save the city himself. Because the Jordanians had forgotten their dignity and beliefs, unconditional salvation would only breed uncontrollable demands, and finally backfire Zhou Li.

He did not want to be a savior, nor did he want to become a god or an emperor. Zhou Li was a tyrant. He loved his subjects, but he wanted these chicks to have their own wings and let them fly by themselves. Even if this process would cause the chicks torn their wings, crack their teeth, or lose their lives, Zhou Li was willing to do so.

"I don't know why the Gospels wanted to create that scene, but I know that when a group of sheep who have been suppressed for several years tastes the taste of blood, they are the most terrifying weirdness in the world."

When this sentence penetrated Toreya's ears, she, who had been interested in Jordan's weirdness, remembered a long-clogged story.

"Thomazhen, who created a thousand weird stories, wrote the last grotesque article with his own blood as ink and his own bones as a pen in the last time."

"That weird name is..."

"Human."

The vampire wants to absorb blood, the werewolf desires to kill, the succubus seeks love, the Frankenstein creates destruction, and the Skeleton wants to get the gospel.

But humans are even more bizarre than weirdness. The blood that officials absorb from the people is a quantity that vampires cannot reach even in their entire lives. The terrifying war initiated by humans makes the bloodthirsty werewolf tremble. The disgusting stories between the nobles make the succubus feel ashamed. The destruction created by Frankenstein cannot even catch up with the destruction weapon of England's south.

The most greedy person to seek the gospel is also human beings.

"Plague, war, death, famine."

The names of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse were spit out from Zhou Li's mouth, like thunder, which was deafening.

"The Gospels never created them."

There was a sarcastic smile on his face. When Zhou Li saw the appearance of the human beings in the Evil Omen of Death, the Evil Knights of the Apocalypse, he knew the truth about the so-called Four Knights of the Apocalypse.

"The people who created the Four Knights of Apocalypse are precisely the humans who hate them the most."

Dirty causes plague, greed initiates wars, war brings death, oppression creates famine.

Every word is not human, every word is not separated from human.

"I still remember that Mrs. Maya and the Duke of Werewolf said a word before their death, saying {I don't want to go back, the book is not a home}."

"So, if reality is a weird home, then whose home was the Gospels?"

The question had been answered long ago, and in the blink of an eye, two words appeared in Toreya's mind.

Humans.

"Humans are weird."

"This is impossible!"

At this time, A Zi pushed the door open and kept listening to these shocking news behind the door, she was completely out of control, her eyes full of confusion and struggle, "How can humans be weird? If humans are weird, how can we have so much history?"

"Yes, you're right."

Zhou Li nodded, then asked calmly: "If I add a premise."

"Is it weird that only humans in South England?"

Then, everything is explained.

A long time ago, the real owner of England was weird.
To be continued...