Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

There are many meaningless things in the world, many of which seem meaningless, but behind them are far-reaching things. People's knowledge and logic cannot analyze and recognize it in a short time, but it will not change its influence and meaning.

This does not include "Undead Revenge".

No matter how you think about it or how you dialectically, the scum that doesn’t even count the fragments of the undead casts a curse on the entire world, dragging everything from heaven and earth into eternal annihilation—this kind of thing will never make any sense, and no one will agree. .

The object of vengeance has long since disappeared, and the body that can be accommodated no longer exists. Even the so-called "self" is nothing but an alien form of the self-proliferation of the residue-this can no longer be called revenge, but the child loses his temper.

He was thrown in the corner without even arguing with anyone. He didn’t know who to vent his anger to, or why he was angry and sad. He just let the out of control emotion run wild and ruin everything around him.

If only a child loses his temper, the damage and damage he can cause are still within the scope of social self-relief. The problem is that the container that carries that will is Li Lin. Relying on that force, no matter how absurd the wishes can be realized.

What is happening right now is the best interpretation of this.

"Because that kind of boring reason actually dragged the world into a crisis of extinction. This is a temper with the little kid—"

"This is the truth."

Alaya smiled bitterly.

"No matter how magnificent the story is, it starts with a series of boring emotions; the legend is the same, the fairy tale is the same. The world and humans are far simpler and cruel than you think."

"I know, I already know too clearly."

Whether it is Gaia or human beings in another world, the root of the actions of both parties is "want to live". Judging by any standard, for the purpose, this is not a mistake, not a sin.

Everyone has the power to survive, and everyone has to work hard and struggle for this, and this is called the right to justice.

No one disagrees with this statement. Everyone can assert that this is correct.

It is only once asked if there is any way to survive-there are very few who can categorically assert "yes" or "no".

Everyone wants to deny it, but when it is actually forced to the extreme choice of "kill or be killed", people can always easily abandon restraint and kindness, and transform into beasts roaming in the dark forest. Trigger the same kind.

Gaia

Humanity;

Both sides are beasts in the dark forest, they can only keep pulling the trigger.

Only in this way.

Only then can we survive.

The same is true of the goddess and intelligent life of this world.

Other than that, there is no other way, so from now on, shooting will continue.

Maybe letting things go, let the whole world reach the limit of stability, and everything can stop at the point of permanent stagnation to escape from the cycle of unbroken guns.

but--

"You are the last hope."

Alaya bowed his head deeply.

"We will project your consciousness into Li Lin's field of thinking, and then--"

"Ah, I understand."

Roland stared at the **** who bowed to himself while trying to maintain a calm voice.

This is the last hope and the last gamble.

There is no guarantee of victory, no tactical backers, no flowers, applause, farewell crowds.

It is a gambling game where the probability of victory is infinitely close to zero.

This is simply chaos.

That's right.

This is chaos.

This is gambling.

So far, are there any other options besides gambling?

not to mention--

"I want to complain too."

"Ok."

Nodding, Alaya walked towards Roland.

"Confirm yourself, the hope of the creator...and despair."

The white world instantly dimmed.

"——!!!"

All feelings were deprived at the same time.

Only nothing is left.

There is nothing but himself.

Light and shadow

world;

up and down;

Before and after

about;

Even one's own position does not exist, and nothing for comparison exists.

Complete emptiness-absolutely nothing.

All feelings were forcibly stripped away, and the container that carried the self seemed to gradually spread to the blank and coldness of the infinite distance, so that Roland tasted the fear of blood flowing back all over the body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The endless fear made Roland scream.

After a while, the screams that seemed to continue forever stopped abruptly.

There is no impact, no sense of falling to the ground, and no pain of crushing bones and bones. When he woke up, Roland found himself standing on the ground with all his limbs.

——What is it this time?

Click, click, click.

The sound of the pendulum and gear driving into each other was recalled.

Looking down at the sound, a large clock with a simple style appeared in front of him, with the hands pointing at four.

Can't tell whether this is early morning or afternoon.

It was said that there was a lack of coldness in the morning, and it was quiet again in the afternoon. .

All in all-the room is full of the colors of night.

Only minimal lighting is kept indoors, and only a few windows are covered with blackout curtains to prevent extra light from entering.

The dim lights illuminate in sequence, and various decorative paintings are illuminated. Among them, most of the expressionist works of Edward Munch-"Rose and Amelie", "Vampire", "Death in the ward" and so on.

The dignified subject matter, the dim light, the special angle of illumination, the monotonous decoration, the deliberately rich furniture without any practicality-the darkness in the room is covered with an invisible spider web, which overwhelms the visitor Roland Some are breathless.

No matter what the space is about, this layout and decoration fit his perception of someone's spiritual world.

Without waiting for his further evaluation and criticism, the landscape in front of him has changed again.

Standing tall on both sides, the tall bookshelf that stretches towards the horizon indefinitely sandwiches itself, and the sight is all mahogany bookshelves and hardcover books~www.readwn.com~Here it is.

"It's so strange."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded. Roland turned to look in the direction of the sound. Rows of bookshelves are separated left and right like a sliding door. There is a huge semi-circular desk outside the interval of about twenty to thirty bookshelves. There are various high-quality stationery on the desk, there is a finely crafted armchair opposite, and someone is sitting there with his back to himself.

"For the first time, a living person can be here."

Opposite the chair, there were floor-to-ceiling windows large enough to exaggerate. Bloody sunlight splattered the man, and blood-stained black hair sparkled.

Without looking back, he asked in a more indifferent tone than the machine:

"What do you want to know about humans who arrive in the place where memories are stored?"

The other party said, turning the armchair, and his expressionless face turned. Seeing the other person's appearance, Roland frowned deeply.