Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 416

"I've seen blueprints for this channel," said the shapeless pet, "but that could have been a map too. In pieces of a ship that fell on me. I was about the size of a planet then. I was thrown as a sentry and a trap, but they didn't restrict me from eating some useless residue. I found a living pilot and used him to check the remaining messages in the spaceship. The content inside is very enlightening Sex. I guess their strategy is to keep the Great at the outskirts of the battle line, and destroy the Great with the power that breaks all rules. Aether pollution, that's the word they use, but I've also heard the term High Soul Belt .As far as I know there are two sets of theories, and they don't know who is right and who is wrong. During the war, they don't pay much attention to the theory being correct. They just use what they can. The main trunk of these rivers is used to collect different types of Curse... I think we're on a pretty dangerous river."

She nodded.She already knew these things, and heard them from the lingering shadows.If you go to the end of the water, the shadows said, that is the tip of the conch, the starting point of everything.That is where Weigadeng wants to go and what he wants to do.Of course she would find Wiggarden before she succeeded, and destroy him if necessary.

"I've heard there's someone else traveling with us," said the pet. "In his head I see a gang of pirates... Should I say that? I don't think this place is worth a pirate's time. There's also an Everglow. The red ones, the horns are interesting. I've seen the Eternals a long time ago, they are usually very energetic and always appear on the front lines of the battle. They don't appear to be very aggressive in character, unlike some of the species I've seen more often, they can recover from damage and conquest are satisfied. But they have another set of ideas, which seem to think that the world is best run according to their values. Of course there are many species that think this way, but they are different. Let others follow them I don't know if that's noble if I live in an ideal way, which is of no benefit to themselves? Or is it more self-righteous than focusing on myself?"

She doesn't care about that.Everyone wants the world to operate according to their own order, which the old man has already said clearly.But the world has never listened to anyone before, it just goes by itself.The spring day that shadows want to stay.Repeatedly.The old past, the new start again.

Is Vigarden's creator evil?Is your father evil?the old man asked her.He then vetoed the matter.Good and evil are common arguments among mortals, but they mean nothing to kings.What he thinks is good, and the world is built according to his goodness.But when two kinds of goodness collide, you find that they are incompatible.

The amorphous pet was still babbling, seemingly content to be a silent listener.But in fact, she didn't listen, she was thinking about her own thoughts.Those small and meaningless lives, the old man said later, they always spend their entire history to create a huge monster that they cannot control, and finally let everything disappear meaninglessly.But once in a while, on the rare occasion, they do wonders.Some of the monstrosities forged fire-breathing iron ships, or made themselves part of the structure.They have been sublimated in the form of life, from small to another great.This kind of thing is not common at first, but since the world is so big, there are many, many lives that go from meaningless to meaningful.It's fun to watch them, but it's no different in the end.Meaningless people are usually more unpredictable, and all kinds of interesting things will be born in the history of building buildings, but once they are sublimated, it is actually their buildings that become a "king", and they become So noble and pure.But it is no different from natural kings, because they can only recognize the kind of good they have become.

The struggle is eternal, on the scale of the small it is good against evil, on the scale of the great it is good against good, the sublime kills the sublime.In this way, no kind of good can win in the end, and only death can win in the end.That death came quietly from the abyss, turned into all kinds of horrible shapes, swept away all the stereotyped things, leaving only ashes and seeds-that can be counted as a kind of good, and it has not failed since ancient times Had a good time.

"I actually like them a lot," said the pet. "The Eternal Lights always show their vitality. Of course, they are actually exhausted, but as long as they are alive, they are very alive and won't let you see decay." look. Their death is instantaneous, you blink, and they turn to stone. In this way, you don't have to mourn for them in normal times. The moss in the volcanic cave can't do it. Look at the shore It’s fine if they bloom all the time, and if they all wither, I don’t care about them any more. But if they don’t bloom and don’t thank you, it makes me feel very worried.”

When she heard what the pet said, she looked towards the shore.A showy and rotten flower fell on the banks of the river.Flower vines crawled in the mud, thinner than charred wicker.The flowers are thick and huge, like some kind of fleshy starfish creature, the color of the petals is like bare bloody muscle, the edges are blackened because of withering, but the stamens emit a golden yellow light.Like the eyes of a winged head, and like a burning star.Countless withered flowers of flesh and blood flickered on the shore, it was the Winged Ones peeking out from the ruined holy kingdom, and the void was shining in the flames.

This kind of flower had never appeared in the story of Styx that the old man told her.She thought about it and thought it was like the melted flesh of Slamber.That battle was very dangerous, before leaving her hometown, it was the second most dangerous battle.She could not count many such dangerous moments in her life.Of course, there are many dangers in the void where the iron ship is drifting, and they are more bizarre, violent, and unpredictable than those in the world, but she is not afraid of it.When she left her hometown, the old man asked her which choice she wanted: hands, feet, eyes, or bones?

bone.She makes choices.She is the incarnation of the wind, why does she have bones and form?She hadn't thought about this before meeting the old man.Where did her transformed flesh and blood body, long black hair and slender hands and feet come from?She didn't think about it either.Flesh and bones can grow back after being lost, and she always makes them grow into a fixed shape.

But this time is different.The old man told her that what was left in her hometown would not grow back, because it was a sacrifice in the final analysis.Even so she chooses bones, the wind and the mist have invisible hands, caressing the bodies of all things, tearing off leaves and dead branches, but they don't need bones.

So the old man took her bones away.It is located below the head, between the hands and feet, and supports her moving spine.But he found a charred willow from the ruins of Mulunen.She watched him water the willow with his own blood, and endless shadows grew in the wood.In the same way, the old man poured blood on the jewel filled with the light of creation, making it her shadow.He carved the willow wood with a small knife, skillfully and skillfully, turning the blood-sucking wood into a bumpy bone pillar, which was inserted under the skin along the back of her neck.It was then that she felt pain for the first time, from the torn flesh of the stake, from the wood squeezed by the flesh, the two pains finally merged into one, and the willow wood became her bones.

It will protect you from death.said the old man.The shadow clinging to the wood will protect her, allowing her to flee to dreams from the threat of death.Nothing that had ever promised the old man could harm the wood.As for things that have not been promised to the old man, if the shadow cannot be harmed, it is equally difficult to destroy her.

"Oh." The pet whispered in her ear, "What is that?"

The river boiled with a gurgle, and the poisonous hot steam rose like yellow mist. The lotus boat was only supported by the shadow's protection.At the end of this cursed river, like a sea of ​​stars falling vertically, on the third curtain there are nimble spots of light like small fish.

That is the veil of death, the veil of the gods.The old man said so.To prevent the living from fleeing to the realm of the dead, when loneliness and terror are not enough to dissuade, the third veil is revealed—the belief in meaning.The living believe that there must be something behind the curtain, but they cannot see the truth of that thing clearly, so that they can stop their footsteps towards death.

The old man used Weigaden as an example.He said that the observer is the veil of the Creator: when people see the power of the observer, they know that the Creator does exist and has supreme power; but people can only see the observer, and they will never guess the Creator. What is the Lord's will, and what strict expectations he has for them.

veil.veil.Does she think she is the king's veil?Gently cover up the old father, what remains is the great king commanding the Valkyrie to run in the wind.The ageless king behind the veil!But that night the Valkyries stopped, and it was Bam who stepped into the Hall of Eternity.

The lotus leaf floated to the final curtain.The pet rolled awkwardly, consciously moving away from her ear.The whole world is howling in the fire, only the dull boatman is still sleeping soundly and comfortably.He was probably going to sleep until the end of the universe, and she wasn't going to let the screams of mortals bother her.

The veil is raised.There were no more mountains behind that, and she saw white colonnades growing on both sides, each towering into the sky.Statues of the gods stood on either side, all as gigantic as Slambor, almost uncannily gigantic.Their expressionless faces looked down at the river, watching the insignificant lotus boat passing by like duckweed.

The river was filled with mist, and there was no trace of water flow, as if it was a river of fog.The throne carved by the mountain peaks flows on the fog, and is carried to an unknown distance by the fog river.The red-robed giant on the bluestone throne was furiously reaching for the shore, trying to grab everything that could hold him.His body was as huge as the throne, blocking the river, but his wildly waving arms failed to catch anything.Neither fixed him where he was nor took anything else away.The throne has become an isolated island in the river that is slowly moving away, only the light lotus boat is gliding on the foggy river, crawling quickly like a black-footed spider.

The king on the throne reached out to grab the lotus leaf, and the sound was like a thousand golden bells vibrating at the same time.

"Veloo!" the thunderous voice roared.

The snoring boatman twitched, then turned towards Lian Xin, hiding his face and ears in his arms.The lotus leaf fell because of this, and half of it plunged obliquely into the fog, and was immediately pulled back to its original position by the shadow at the bottom of the leaf.At this time, she stood up quietly, holding a shadow-like spear in her hand, and the tip of the spear pointed at the leaves.Her shadow flowed from the leaf into the tip of the spear, gathering into a black diamond with a dark red halo.She stood there, her veil-like hair long and drooping, like a priestess who had been swallowed into the belly of a god.

"Father," she said.The tip of the gun gleamed blood-red.

(End of this chapter)