Glory of Infinite Reincarnation

Chapter 397 The collapse of the macro narrative
There is a theory in this world.

Collectives do not exist, and all groups with more than a hundred members are essentially strangers bound together by some common narrative.Because human beings have an upper limit of cognitive ability, relatives, friends, acquaintances - the number of these places is actually limited.And once this quota is exceeded, they can only rely on some kind of artificially created common narrative to identify themselves until they build a stable... at least temporarily stable cluster structure.

Such narratives are common, and they basically work by 'finding similarities'.Use a piece of land to build a narrative of "hometown", and use the same ancient celebrity who can be related to build a narrative of "clan".Use the same type of body characteristics to construct the narrative of "same family", and use the same artificially compiled culture or experienced history to construct the narrative of "siblings".

They are all made up.In most of the world, there is actually no innate, absolute authority certification.It can integrate more than a hundred intellectual individuals into a group.And they are also necessary, because it is difficult for human beings to survive independently in a world surrounded by enemies, so even if we use nonsense, we must find a way to knead multiple human beings together and achieve the effect of mutual cooperation.

It is sacred and authoritative.Because humans need them to have authority.They cannot be refuted, because when the narrative collapses, the mass becomes a mass of sand.The cohesive group will become a fragmented individual, and the next thing to come is destruction.

We are defeated in the face of natural disasters, and we are defeated in the face of man-made disasters.Lost in civil strife, defeated in strife.

The members will all die miserably, unless another powerful narrative emerges, and the dawn of survival can only be ushered in by obtaining the identification of these disintegrated people, or being forced to identify.Before that, the weak will be wiped out, and only a sufficiently strong individual can grasp the way to save their lives amidst the collapse of the narrative.

This rule works in many contexts—it works especially well in creationist worldviews.

Because gods do exist, and they interfere with the fate of all intellectual life forms on the earth.Any narrative that tries to ignore this objective existence of individuals will become a madman's raving, and similarly, the narrative of "the gods created the world, the world is the creation of the gods, and the people" will be extraordinarily strong, stable, as if The laws of heaven and earth generally have absolute authority.And all challenges that try to point to it will be as fragile as a fly shaking a tree.

It is very stable, and it is so stable that the intellectual life forms living in this world have no way to find any substitutes that are comparable or even have the possibility of being comparable.

And this also means that once it is in full view, it will collapse irrefutably.Then, no matter how brave a warrior is, he will become a coward, and no matter how wise a sage is, he will become a fool.Because they are no longer a group that can cooperate and support each other.It is a sad thing that is forced to be reduced to the dark, alone and helpless.

They used to be the people of the gods. They believed that they would have a home after death, and believed that the gods would provide guidance and even shelter when they were lost.And this has even been a verifiable fact in the past.

And now, they aren't any more.

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The sky is falling.

The sky is falling is not a description, but an objective fact.When the dark cracks in the sky crumbled, and the huge and magnificent burning palace, and the broken continent that held them fell from the cracks, all the intellectual individuals who could witness this terrifying celestial phenomenon, all presented in their minds a clear understanding.

That was Valinor, the celestial land where the gods dwelt.

But now, it is collapsing, it is falling in the abnormal permanent darkness, in the unprecedented collapse of the Great Barrier.

The kingdom of the gods is falling—although I don’t know why it can be understood and justified.But all humans, elves, or treants who witnessed it knew at this moment that Valinor was falling.

It would arrive here in a few minutes at the latest, and it would obliterate Rivendell to nothing.And at this moment, not even a ray of the brilliance of the gods is bursting out, and there is no evidence to prove that the fallen Valinor will not annihilate and incinerate everything within a hundred miles.

The kingdom of God has fallen, so what will happen to the gods in the kingdom?

The fate of being abandoned and hated by the gods has come, that is, the gods are dead, and the kingdom and order of the gods have fallen.Because the former can still pray for atonement and wait for new hope, but the latter has no way to redeem it!

[You no longer have a place to come from, and you no longer have a place to return to. 】

[From now on, you are lonely ghosts.You no longer have ancestors to pray to, no hope beyond life and death]

[The gods have reached their end, and next, you will not end up better than them. 】

Here comes the irrefutable fact.Endless fear and despair also gathered together, even Nanya, the ring of fire operating at full power, could not suppress it, because even the holder of the ring of power, Gandalf, who always embraced optimism and hope, was here For a moment, my heart was filled with despair!

The world is destroyed—and we are to be destroyed too!

Once the terrifying consensus was formed, it was unstoppable—he almost watched the coalition forces that were full of courage just before his eyes collapse into a mass of scattered sand in an instant.Seeing the herd of predators that were already in danger, and might lose all morale nodes in the next moment and completely retreat, they gained the hope of turning defeat into victory.

The coalition forces are retreating and all fronts are falling apart.Many brave warriors were killed in an instant, and those Tier [-] behemoths as morale nodes also gained time to breathe on the battlefield at this moment.

They were regrouping, they were retaking the battlefield—Gandalf was in a trance, and the mighty beast he had been suppressing under his sword and staff before struggled out.The sharp and thick twisted arms were a sharp enough sweep towards his head.

He was able to block it easily - he should have been able to.

He witnessed the shadow approaching sharply like a dull old man, and he saw the black shadow of death entangled him like 'fate'.

--What am I doing?
he thinks.

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--What am I doing?
Zheng Zha's brain is thinking—he shouldn't be thinking, but he is thinking.

He witnessed the birth and annihilation of the three golden dragons, and the disintegration and fragmentation of the sky.

He's thinking - he can't hold 'him'.

He watched Haotian enter the sky-falling mode, but the trauma he caused by his vigorously unfolding 'Hundred Soldiers Tomb' could only be described as innocuous.

No pain, no itching - Ruyan should have a stronger power.However, at this moment, he was unable to knock down the opponent in front of him.

The demon ax is breaking.

The dragon's blood armor was cracked all over, and Onyxia's dragon soul was roaring in pain.

After gaining the power of falling into the sky, Haotian was covered with dark energy and light.They mixed with Levatin, which represented disaster and destruction, and erupted with unprecedented power.

--I'm dying.

The power of the falling sky extended on Levatin's blade, turning into a dark red light knife that spread for several miles.Everything it wiped withered, even if it was hundreds of meters away, all substances—whether it was wood, stone, or steel—were burning violently.

Zheng Zha blocked the first sword, his battle ax was cracked all over, and the weapon in his hand was about to leave it.

Zheng Zha dodged the second sword, his armor melted under the scorching of the dark red light blade, obviously without the direct hit of the first sword, the damage he suffered was greater than before.

Why is this happening?

Why did he suffer even heavier injuries even though he successfully avoided it?

Is it because you tried to escape, but didn't deal with it head-on?Or... I am just objective, doomed, and about to face defeat?
——What the hell am I doing?
Zheng Zha thought.The world slowed down before his eyes as if immersed in amber.Nothing can escape his observation.

However, in this slow world, the huge and sharp dark red light blade wrapped in the sword of calamity was slashing towards the center of his eyebrows at a speed beyond expectations.

My own perception has been unable to catch up with the blade in front of me.My own body has been unable to avoid it successfully.All he could do was gather the strength of his whole body and try his best to block the light blade in front of him.Or perish under the blade of light.

——I can take this sword.

Zheng Zha struggled to raise his battle axe.

——I... will not be easily killed by this kind of thing.

The river of death in his body was boiling, and countless 'life' surged in his heart.Like armor, guarding him like a legion.He felt that he seemed to be able to successfully resist the destructive power in front of him. Even if he couldn't, the river of death in his body could offset the trauma this time.

That's how it should be.

The light blade was about to touch the giant axe, but before reaching it, the axe blade was melting.

There seemed to be the call of his companions in the distance, seeming anxious and flustered.But there is no help that is most useful.

Is it supposed to be like this...?

The blood armor's gauntlets are shattering, and the flesh and blood covering the bones are evaporating.The number of "life" used to offset the trauma was reduced by tens of thousands in an instant.However, even at this point, the deadly blade of light has not completely descended!
Zheng Zha saw an illusion—he saw himself dying under the blade of disaster.See the fall of the sky accompanied by the defeat of the Aboriginal coalition forces.I saw my companions die one by one, and I saw that the Zhongzhou team completely lost this battle.

Zheng Zha saw another illusion-he saw himself consuming all the "life" in the dead river and survived by chance.Seeing the fourth sword fall, Jiang Yu, who was entangled with another powerful enemy, burst into radiance.Jiang Yu unlocked the fourth-order gene lock and saved some of the battlefield.However, the coalition forces were still destroyed, and the Lord of the Rings was also lost. The powerful Zhongzhou team had to leave tragically dripping with blood. They barely got out of despair after paying a big price.

Zheng Zha saw another illusion - he survived, but Jiang Yu failed to break through the power.The companions paid a huge price to break free from this quagmire.Many familiar faces left him, but the pursuit of the enemy never stopped.There are fewer and fewer people around, and the state is getting worse.And in the end, there are only a few people who can still struggle hard, and even if there are only a few people, there are still some chips that can't even pay the team's negative points-when he finally returns to the space of the Lord God, twenty teleportation beams Among them, only one hangs down.

He saw a lot.

He saw his own failure, and the chain reaction of his own failure.

He didn't know whether these things were prophecies or his own delirium.He only knew that the light blade was about to fall, and the current self might be able to block it, but he definitely couldn't escape.

Why is this happening?

There was no answer in my mind, but some fragments emerged.He recalled his sudden outburst against the Balrog in the dark depths of Moria.Recalling myself at that time, the thoughts that came to my mind.

【Comfortable】—At that time, my mind was full of such thoughts.

The meaning of freedom is to be carefree and free from restraint.In other words, not under everything.

If not below, then above.The thing that drives this mood can be called jealousy, but the word aggressiveness can also be used as an expression.Of course, if you choose a more neutral vocabulary, you can also choose self-esteem or ambition.However, no matter what method is used to modify and explain it, its inner true meaning will clearly emerge in his thinking.

——I am not satisfied with the current position, I expect a better and more suitable place.

—"Exactly."

The light blade cut off the demon battle axe and tore apart the dragon's blood armor. The arm that the man raised subconsciously to block was cut off and evaporated.The "life" accumulated in the dead river lost more than 90.00% in an instant.

It will reach Zheng Zha's eyebrows, and death may be in the next microsecond.

The world finally came to a complete standstill.

Everything in front of Zheng Zha turned into nothingness, and then restructured into a huge circular conference hall.There are trillions of people participating in the meeting, and every participant looks like him.

"You have finally begun to face your essence, Zheng Zha, who has taken care of this body for us." The trillions of participants all stared at him.At this moment, he knew that the number of participants was the total number of cells in his body.

"You expect a more suitable position, and it just so happens that we feel the same way."

The participants had a common will, and at the same time turned into a mess.

Because each cell is no longer satisfied with the status quo, and no longer thinks that the old responsibilities need to be performed before it reaches its proper position.

The narrative fell apart.

The individual no longer obeys the group, and the concept of "us" is forcibly erased at this moment.

(End of this chapter)