Chapter 919

At that time, teacher Nostradamus calmly pointed out the way for me: "pain? It's incredible? That's right. Truth is always more hurtful than lies. Although forced, you can at least see the truth that this country is weak and full of contradictions and suffering. In your heart now, you must want to change everything from your heart. "

"So, for you, for me, for this country, for all the people who regard the delmond family as the emperor, you must become strong. At least, from the weak man who is simple and weak now, or even sent to the front line with a word, to the strong man who has his own faith and can decide his own future - to change himself, and then to change the world, If you are strong enough to be emperor, then everything is possible. "

The teacher's words have always been very calm. Instead of looking at me, he looked at the barren, vast and uninhabited northwest plain: "in this way, I can become an imperial teacher, gain status and power, get the authority to transform this society, you can become an emperor, get this devastated country, and our wishes, All can be achieved - as long as you become strong enough that I can help you become the supreme emperor. "

At this moment, I seem to hear the cry. I heard the cry of the villagers in the burned village. I saw the tears in the heart of the insensitive knight. I felt the darkness and suffering that enveloped this country and even the whole human civilization - all living beings suffer. Class division, oppression and exploitation are part of the culture.

And the source of all this pain is that in this world full of miracles, like ordinary people without miracles, there is no power.

[belief]

Since then, faith has taken root in my heart.

I began to pursue strength and strength, and I began to tap the potential I had never found before. After arriving at the front line, I kept fighting with the orcs and fighting with the army. I was bleeding day by day and wounded again and again. My madness made the orcs feel scared, and my strength made the friendly troops feel flustered. One day, I stood alone against a thousand troops, The central army of the orcs broke through the battle on the tatarus plateau and killed three Orc generals. I became a legend, defeated all the competitors, made the secret minded ministers bow down, and made the great nobles with different plans acquiesce, so I sat on the throne of "emperor".

Since then, I have vowed that I will transform the world with my own will - and that is my legendary power.

——At this moment, in the golden cocoon of divine power, the awakened God unconsciously opens his eyes, revealing his golden orange pupils like the sun.

The huge cocoon of divine power began to burn, illusory, but real. The endless divine power turned into a flame in the atmosphere, and began to forge the body for the coming true God.

And this is the moment.

"I" recalled the memory of becoming emperor.

It was a darker, more sombre memory than even the front line full of blood and bodies.

That's the root of all the darkness that envelops civilization.

Wrapped in the appearance of peace and humility, the nobles' sinister political struggle and conspiracy; Lurking under the surface of the harmony between the emperor and the capital is the exploitation and oppression of the major forces. But this is actually good. Local nobles add tax items and make up laws at will. They demand to exercise the right of first night and recruit free people to become their own farmers at will; They annexe land, take it by force, and regard law, glory, responsibility and human dignity as nothing.

Nobility, the strong and the big businessmen are superior. They hold wealth and power, so they can abuse civilians at will and play with ordinary people as animals. What supports them to do all this is the power given by the imperial law and the violence given by the extraordinary power.

At that time, the Empire was just like a rotten corpse. The perennial war with the orcs hollowed out all the details that could maintain a calm situation. It morbidly made the strong and nobles who held the force have too strong power. The imperial power made compromises and delivered rights to them again and again, which made these people who should have been the protectors, Become a dragon that exploits blood and sweat - but is imperial power much better? As the biggest nobleman and the most violent, every month the whole country transports enough resources to launch a small campaign to the imperial capital. Countless treasures and precious resources are seized and presented, just to meet the daily needs of the royal family.

In the old days, I thought it was right - because I was a royal child, my family sheltered the whole empire, and their dedication was right.

Oh.

Just remembering, I feel nauseous and nauseous. These people who show off their wealth, mines and strength have never thought about how many bones are behind them. Every time I take a magic potion, I can't help thinking about how many people's hardships and tears are behind them - but at that time, even if I knew all this, But I can't do it. I even have to laugh to communicate with them, listen to their compliments and flatteries, endure nausea, and let these damned human demons Kiss My scepter.As for why, the answer is simple.

Now these nobles, at most, kill their own "property" in their own territory, oppress the serfs who can oppress them. This is the order handed down for thousands of years, and they also need servants and services. Therefore, no matter how crazy everything is, there is a degree - but if you kill them at will, The result may be that millions of people will be displaced, or even tens of millions of people will fall into disaster. Other local nobles in the empire may start a civil war in order to resist, making the huge empire unstable in an instant.

As a result of my willfulness, maybe all my struggles on the battlefield have returned to zero, and I have to pay countless blood and sweat, even at the cost of suffering almost incurable dark wounds, to barely suppress the orcs on the tatarus plateau. Maybe they will take advantage of the situation to counterattack when we are busy with the civil war, To occupy a large area of high-quality pasture in the northwest plain again, and to restore the vitality lost in the past decade.

The building can't tilt - at least not now.

Orcs. Nobility. underworld. They are the supernormal who act recklessly and the common people who have no resistance. The abscesses, weakness and tumor of the Empire, I once vowed that I would change all these things. This is my belief, the belief that supports me to become a legend and become powerful - I tried my best to solve one of the problems, but I have no spare power to shovel out other problems.

It's a drag on me.

Even I was decadent when I felt that the orc high priest's most blasphemous curse was killing away his little life.

"There's not enough time... Can't we change all this?"

"Even as an emperor, can't you become an emperor?"

Can't I, too?!

Looking at my children growing up in the Royal environment, they gradually became the same as my father and brother in the past, but none, none of them could get such awareness from me... I sent my eldest son to the people, hoping that he could understand the suffering of the civilians, and I sent my second son to the army, hoping that he could feel the fierce war, But they all let me down. The eldest son was bought by the nobles and became the most traditional nobleman. The second son regarded revenge and power as his only purpose, and didn't care about the people's cry... Anger mixed with despair, burned my heart, made me decadent and irritable, even gave up on myself. At one time, I thought how good it was to simply die like this.

——But faith.

Only faith can't be forgotten.

The belief of changing all this darkness supports me to live and survive. I sit on the throne indifferently, waiting for the coming of death. When facing this enemy, I try not to forget my original intention and become the kind of person I used to hate most.

Until that day.

A small imperial riot, a familiar black haired soldier, he easily solved the problem, and then casually sent me a pure divine crystal.

——Power.

In the sealed hall below the Wanjie sacrifice hall, the golden cocoon of divine power began to peel off bit by bit. You can see that a human figure with infinite light is gradually peeling off from the cocoon.

——It all comes from this.

Because of the powerful power, the super strong will become the rulers and nobles of the super civilization. Whether they look at things, do things, or look at things in their daily life, they are different from the ordinary people who have no extraordinary power, the "weak" who have nothing. In essence, they are not the same race or life at all.

The identity of "emperor" is the same in a way.

They can't feel the pain, worry and sorrow of the common people.

The hometown blocked by mountains is a rugged road leading to the outside world; There is a narrow and dangerous living space between the valley and Chongshan; It's a province with inconvenient transportation in the north and snowy mountains every winter... All the sufferings and torments that ordinary people can clearly feel, whether it's climate change, geographical location, or the trouble of returning to and from the tedious hometown area, the strong can't feel.

Because they can fly, they can open mountains, they can split roads, they can change the weather, they can control the weather, even without such powerful power, they can easily ignore all this - they don't feel pain at all.

The strong can never personally experience the inconvenience of the weak... So it is extremely difficult to change the extraordinary civilization. If they have no needs, they will not want to make progress.

Unless there's one.

A sincere person who is willing to help, protect and make the weak stronger.A person who represents justice and has power.

——At least, he hopes that the weak have the power to live a lifetime with dignity.

"I want to thank you, Radcliffe."

In the cocoon of divine power, the radiant figure whispered to himself, "you have given me divine crystallization, which makes me have further strength. Your existence has shocked many nobles, attracted firepower, and made teacher Nostradamus become a legend at ease. Moreover, you also support my idea, which is better than my most beautiful dream. In a few short years, It has become a legend. "

Two legends can try what one legend can't solve, while three legends are bound to succeed.

There is no thing that can resist the joint efforts of the three legends in the world of mccrolfe, even the system that has been handed down for thousands of years and the resistance of countless nobles.

In the endless source, countless people's thoughts and wills are invading my will and washing my faith, but these fragile things can no longer affect me - I recall more things, I think of Skynet system, the monitoring throne, the evil burned by me, and the aristocracy ended, The "strong man" who I oppressed by their way of oppressing others.

I recall the extraordinary college established by Mr. Nostradamus. I recall the increasing number of extraordinary civilians in the Empire. I recall that I was scolded by my queen, saying that I was destroying the foundation of my throne and rule. I recall that the nobles joined together in fear, shouting "the emperor is crazy" and saying that I was working as a grave digger for myself.

They don't know anything, they don't understand anything - I don't blame them because they think they are "strong" and they are "weak" in front of me.

"I know."

——In the world ruled by the strong, in the history of writing stories by the strong, the weak always have no role.

They are the sufferings that will not be recorded in the book, the numbers that will not be stated in the death toll, the heavy taxes that will never be described in the adventure stories, the Knights and the poor people that can not be seen by the adventurers who go to the ruins and forests, and the simple meals that are twice a day or even once a day behind the seemingly daily vast fields.

They are always forgotten and ignored. They support the backbone of the world, but they don't get any due respect.

But I don't know.

God.

"Israel" will not be forgotten and ignored.

The strength and belief of human beings come from the desperate crying of those frontier villagers and the weak forty-three years ago.

[there is no need for the weak to exist - the history of civilization is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak!]

The grand voice comes from the alien world, and the belief from the alien civilization comes across time and space. It is a real alien race that is completely different from human beings from the foundation of its birth, regardless of the process of civilization development or social form. Their voice is grand and their belief is firm.

Wrong, wrong!

There is really no need for the weak to exist - because the purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to make the weak strive to become the strong, so that the strong can recall that they used to be the weak, and the purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to make all the weak become the strong, and then start the next cycle!

Civilization is the process of the weak becoming the strong!

Civilization is the process of justice gaining power!

The history of civilization is a process in which the weak and the small grow up and progress, gain faith, firm goals, overcome all difficulties step by step, and then become strong and bear everything!

——In the cocoon of light, behind the human form of divine power, there are runes like the sun, and the brilliant divine light begins to spread, making the whole hall full of gentle but powerful divine power.

Israel, completely awakened from Dayuan's dream, opened his eyes and looked at the world he had been away from for many years.

[would you rather have seed, princes and generals

Even so, in this world of extraordinary power and blood inheritance, princes and generals really have their own kind.

He is the product himself

If an ordinary person wants to be a strong man, he needs ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times and a thousand times as much effort as a strong man like him, but doesn't he work hard? He suffered from snacks. He was trained to be ten times more scientific and ten times more hardworking than ordinary people. He didn't even need to care about life. He just needed to care about becoming stronger!

However, can we say that the strong can only rely on the strength of shearing to strengthen themselves just like the sheep?

However, does it mean that the strong must suppress all people, maintain their own superiority and maintain their own rule?——In this way, it is wrong.

If after the strong, there can be no stronger, if the strong become a shepherd who can only control the weak - if the strong degenerate, they do not pursue the strongest, but only those weak people who can manage themselves well, and become inferior people who "make others weak, so that they can become strong".

Then an extraordinary civilization will come to an end.

Because among them, there will be no stronger existence, and this civilization will become weaker and smaller, more and more humble, and finally disappear silently in the rotation of time, or encounter the powerful existence of other worlds and perish in wailing.

"Everyone has to be strong."

"It has to be for everyone."

So the king, the Marquis and the generals are available to everyone.

The cocoon of divine power is broken, and endless light overflows from the holy emblem of the sun. It is warm and powerful, so bright and eye-catching.

Israel clenched his fists, and the brilliant figure gradually condensed into the form of a man. His former Emperor, now the new God of justice and power, raised his head and looked at the earth. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void and see the star gate that was gradually opening.

Justice... Justice is power, justice is power!

My strength comes from faith and lives for all living beings!

[civilization is the process of the strong conquering the weak civilization is the process of the weak becoming the strong]

The opposite voice came from the other side of the star gate. It was the voice of God. It was the voice of the enemy, which could be sensed by the true God and the divine. It was the voice of God

"That's my enemy, the enemy of order."

God said to himself, but Israel didn't panic. On the contrary, he even smiles.

Because in addition, he also heard the familiar, kind and friendly voice of his friends.

"Come on, Israel!"

A man's grand and deep voice, as if also smiling, across the void and the river of stars, directly into his heart: "come on, fight with me!"

Ha ha, the image of a man made up of brilliance is smiling. With the laughter, endless divine power begins to condense. Dark golden hair and the face of the former Emperor appear together, and then they are covered in a golden helmet. The strong and heavy divine power armor covering the whole body is engraved with a simple sun emblem and a red cape behind them, It was churned by the strong wind and made a sound of hunting. It was smeared with blood. The blood of countless victims reminded the God of his faith that he vowed to fulfill forever.

The golden light condenses, and a straight-line passage through the top of the God's head leads to the earth's surface. Israel leaps up. In the process of going to the void, he feels countless eyes - the God's, the strong, the weak, the respectful, the surprised - he feels his teacher's eyes, which fulfill his wish, The old mage, who was about to finish his old ideal, looked at him with gratification and emotion. At this time, all people and God gave way, and they gave up this opportunity with them.

Without hesitation, the God turned into a golden orange light like the sun and flew away towards the gradually opening and expanding star gate. The light was vast and bright, as if to shine through the whole dark star river.

"Here I am!"