hotmtlnovel Chapter 1501 The Dead
Chapter 1501 The Dead
Chapter 1501 The Dead
"I don't know what the paths of other high-level professionals are like, but it seems that mine is to build a world, a world that belongs to me, with life and death, peace and war."
Among the many moments of destiny, Lu Ping'an always felt that two time points were the most important to him. Coincidentally, these two things actually had nothing to do with his foundation of God.
That was his personal moment and also a turning point in his destiny.
"..Associating the knowledge of the two worlds, clarifying the nature of the world and pollution, allowing me to understand what is truly powerful."
On the Green Planet, Lu Ping'an lost his vision but gained a true observer's perspective.
The "vibration source", or the higher-dimensional worldview, made Lu Ping'an understand what power is.
From then on, his "three views" no longer conflicted with this world, and he began to completely integrate into this world.
Observation, the power of the Eye of Truth, gives it the characteristic of "interference".
"The Firebird, that great being, made me understand how to become powerful."
That day, Lu Ping'an's recklessness gave him the theoretical foundation to reach the top.
In fact, the principle is often the simplest thing. The "little skill" on how to reach the top is the real secret. Fortunately, Lu Ping'an has a good pair of eyes and met the friendliest existence among the Twelve Pillars.
"The most difficult thing is to turn yourself into a huge 'source of information' and maintain your identity amidst the constant accumulation and combination."
Soldiers need to form a formation when marching long distances, goods need to be loaded onto trucks and boxes when transported, and the stable operation of an entire country requires the "constraints" of various rules and regulations and relevant agencies.
Rules, or "self-restraint", are the real lifeline for professionals.
Once you lose yourself, it is not as easy as death. The easiest ending is to let the beast bound by the chains of "rules" and "human nature" loose and turn into a pile of mud and scatter. The ending of most professionals is to be directly swallowed by the things that bound them and become a part of disorder and chaos forever.
The pursuit of "laws", "rules" and "reasons" is to constantly obtain stronger chains and larger containers.
"Try your own tolerance. Seemingly meaningless behavior is actually the upper limit of a professional. In other words, restraining oneself is still the lower limit of human rationality."
Taking a step forward may not necessarily be a good thing; it may also be a precursor to madness.
".No wonder it's so difficult to become a top professional. Many things can't be solved by hard work or effort. After reaching a certain level, talent becomes irrelevant. Instead, the choice at the beginning is the key."
Some people's reason is only worth one dollar and three cents, and its upper limit is a quasi-god. The crazier and harder they work, the sooner they will self-destruct.
Some people's logic is like the Tower of Babel that reaches the sky, with extremely high stability and upper limit. However, they may die at the hands of a wild beast on the roadside. An overly smooth "tool" often lacks the sharp angle to hurt others or protect oneself.
The pursuit of power, the pursuit of the end point, the pursuit of stability, and the pursuit of evolution speed are not contradictory in theory, but the reality is that you cannot have all of them.
Making choices, choosing the starting point, choosing the path, and choosing the end point, all run through a professional's life.
After leaving behind his already formed body and leaving the already gigantic "trading place", Lu Ping'an felt even more relaxed.
Freed from the constraints of "transaction" and "fairness", Lu Ping'an became pure, a pure killer, a pure conqueror, a pure son of war.
"I don't want to say that war and plunder are the most cost-effective deals, but it does complement my overly 'idealistic' framework of the Kingdom of God."
The world is peaceful in the background, but at war in the foreground. This does not conflict too much with the so-called wealth and generosity, which are based on overseas wars and the plunder of our ancestors.
The infinite internal circulation of a market or a world will bring losses, while "supplementing" and "discarding" the outside world. Constantly taking in new things and discarding old things, and constantly discarding waste, the stability of the "market" will increase significantly.
The past road was indeed peaceful and pure, and it was the sacred place in his ideal, but.
"It's too idealistic, and it's not real."
"If you think something is unrealistic, then it is naturally impossible to complete it."
“I need more.”
Lu Ping'an, who abandoned the "Kingdom of God", became greedy, bloodthirsty, and warlike again, and regaining his humanity made him more "real".
".The eye of truth, but can't see yourself clearly?"
Shark King had a dream. The person in the dream was an ordinary human being. He was not good at fighting but inexplicably went to the battlefield.
Lu Ping'an had a dream. In the dream, he was a fishman, a fishman who longed for unification and was bloodthirsty. He tried to protect the weak but was betrayed by the weak. He had an iron will and bound his own will with iron and blood. He decided to become the king and the decision maker of all lives.
"Buzz!"
The giant whale floated slowly in the black ocean, as if it was swimming as usual, but in front of it were the ruins of a city that had been shattered into pieces.
On the throne on the whale's back, the king is taking a rest.
The cheers of victory in the war woke him up.
He slowly opened his eyes. In his left eye, he saw the pale, sickly young boy. In his right eye, he saw the burning throne and the black king of war on it.
"Snapped!"
He stretched out his hand, and a black holy grail appeared out of thin air.
It was full of liquid. But this time, it was not the dark life-negating poisonous water, but blood-red filled with life.
He took a sip and the flames around him suddenly expanded.
War, or at least the countless lives on the battlefield, literally became nourishment for this monster.
He took another sip, but then shook his head.
“This is not what I want.”
To him, to the true Lord of War, what is the meaning of individual strength alone?
He stood up, raised the cup of blood, and then slowly poured it onto the battlefield filled with corpses.
".My warriors, my slaves, my servants, my treasure. Your lives, your wars, are not over yet."
On the battlefield, his warriors, those murlocs, giants and sea beasts who had just fallen, returned from death one by one.
Death could not be stopped, they had already lost too much. The destroyed limbs were not repaired, and the broken wounds were not healed.
But they did stand up.
They stood there, unable to feel the pain of the living, but also lacking the tranquility of the dead.
".Keep fighting for me. As long as the war continues, you will live."
The king sat back calmly, but cheers echoed throughout the battlefield.
This is destined to be a never-ending war.
(End of this chapter)