Another World: My life is on the hook!

There was dead silence.

Xinggui panted as she looked at her father who was so close to her and said:

"What did you say?!"

The old figure took a deep breath, as if the heavy stone that had been pressing down on his heart for thousands of years was finally lifted. His lips moved and he said:

"Being strong is the original sin. Being strong as a whole is a disaster for us. We are an immortal race, and this means that our knowledge and power will gradually surpass most races over time. However, this is destructive, because when the butcher's knife falls, our entire race will be slain."

"I can only use this method to weaken our overall strength as much as possible so that we can survive the Great Purge."

Xinggui's eyes trembled.

The old figure raised his head and said:

"If it is inevitable, then at least don't let us perish as a nation or race. Even if only one tenth or one percent of our seeds remain, we still have the possibility of rising again."

“Rather than disappearing completely into history.”

"You are quibbling!"

Xinggui was almost hysterical, her eyes were almost twisted in hatred, she tried desperately to break free, and wanted to kill him madly.

Because who the hell is this?!

What weakened the entire race's overall strength! What survived the Great Purge!

In her opinion, these were just excuses and reasons for him to evade responsibility!

He is a madman!

A betrayer!

The old figure moved his lips and said:

"I don't want to deny it, nor do I expect to be forgiven by you, because this is a cruel decision. When I took this step, I knew that I would be nailed to the pillar of shame in our history forever, but it's all worth it..."

“Because at least we still have history.”

puff-

In the midst of endless anger and tears of hatred, the blade of Star Track actually shook Lin En's restraints little by little, and inch by inch, the murderous intent once again sank into his chest.

The tears in her eyes kept turning into points of light and disappearing. Pain, despair, sorrow, countless emotions flowed in her eyes.

"you are lying!"

"You're just making excuses for yourself!"

"Okay! If it's really like what you said, then why didn't you tell all of us in advance?! Do you think you are a hero?! Don't you know how much despair everything you did will cause to our entire tribe?! Do you know?!"

The Elf King moved his lips slightly and said:

"Because there's no time!"

"Because I know my race better than you do!"

That is the pride and arrogance that comes with a long life.

From the moment every elf is born, he is instilled with the glorious history of our elven race, and the ancient culture and heritage that has continued from the beginning of the era to the present.

The comfort and arrogance of a long-standing civilization have long since seeped into the blood of every elf.

Unless disaster really strikes!

Unless the sword of Damocles really falls!

Otherwise, no one would believe that something could bring them a catastrophic disaster. Even if he was the Elf King, he couldn't let all the elves voluntarily give up the power they had accumulated for countless years to fight to the death.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, his eyes full of fatigue.

"We will fight to the last man."

"In my foresight, I saw the collapse of our universe, and how our proud army was destroyed in an instant. I saw your death, your mother, and how everyone else perished in the flames."

"It would be a tragic ending with no one left alive."

There is nothing forced.

He must take responsibility for the continuation of the entire ethnic group.

Even though.

He will bear all the guilt and suffering.

He simply chose the latter between the destruction of his country and his race and the extinction of one in ten people.

“Who are you to make decisions for all of us?!!”

The star tracks screamed.

"Because I am the Elf King!"

her father snapped.

Because the king does not lead your tribe to sacrifice, but tries his best to allow your tribe to continue!

He also wanted a passion.

He also wanted to shout to the sky and sing loudly in blood. He also wanted to lead his army to fight against the butcher's knife over there and leave a good name for the rest of his life in the bloody battle!

But he couldn't do that.

He didn't want to see life as a string of cold numbers, but when the final choice is placed before you, when you cannot save your people after countless deductions, then you can only keep making choices, half, one third, one tenth, even just one percent, if it is necessary, you must do it.

“Kingdom is not rule, kingship is responsibility.”

He gritted his teeth.

He wanted to find the perfect answer in this dead end more than anyone else.

But no.

And when the ending is not perfect, then you can only wait again, and wait again.

"I didn't run away."

The majesty at that moment disappeared like a bubble in the water, and he turned back into the old man again, with a chaotic face, as if he would lose it at any time.

"But I can't defeat..."

"Even if it's just a glimmer of luck..."

at last.

He showed his daughter the memories of the past three thousand years.

In the chaotic light, the images looked like silhouettes from an old TV.

He betrayed his homeland, defrauded his people of all their power, and exiled his daughter, leaving her to cry on a desolate planet.

He traveled alone.

In the depths of the void universe.

He roared silently to the sky.

It was a war.

A war that belonged to him alone and had no spectators, destined to be lost in history.

The butcher's knife has arrived.

As he wished, he received the gaze that was supposed to fall upon their entire race. He saw the eye that spanned the universe, and saw the dense, endless army of disasters descending upon the starry sky where he was.

Powerful, unmatched, and unrivaled.

That was the hand of disaster that wanted to massacre them all, but it was also the greatest gift and respect for their glorious race.

He didn't back down.

Facing thousands of executioners, he finally gave up the title of Elf King, fought bloody battles as a true warrior, and faced the destined destruction and death.

It was his own war.

It is also a war that is destined not to be remembered.

He took away most of the massacre and met his own end.

And if death ultimately brings his life to a perfect end, then he at least feels that he has done what he should do and will welcome his own end in death.

But no.

It's like a huge joke of fate.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the blue color above his head and the countless gods who were dragged into hell in the great fall.

He is not dead.

At the last moment of his death, he fell into hell.

But who knows?

sometimes.

Living is the greatest torture.

Because he will carry this guilt for the rest of his life, walking alone in this desolate hell.

He did not impact hell like the other roots. For three thousand years, he was like a walking corpse without a soul, walking alone in this chaotic hell. He didn't know where he was going. For an old man who had lost his hometown, he could not return to his roots.

He is nothing.

until.

The second great fall three thousand years later.

He saw his daughter.

Finally, a glimmer of light flowed in his corrupt and chaotic eyes.

Those memories of a lifetime that were completely opened up were like the pictures on an old TV. After three thousand years, they told her all the causes and consequences.

Everyone watched this scene for a long time.

Xinggui's face had already turned pale, his whole body was trembling, and he almost looked like he had lost his soul.