Take Taobao with you to another world

"My friend, the meaning of the existence of the individual 'Astaros' is to continue the existence." The Far Eastern monarch said calmly.

"But what does what you do have anything to do with it?"

"There are many different ways to achieve the same goal. The 'magician' chose one, and the elf queen chose one," said Astaros, "I chose another that was different from them all. .”

"I still don't understand." Thunderbird said, "I don't understand why you humans always do things in such a twists and turns, especially you."

"I don't understand either!" Jaga looked up at them, feeling a little unhappy because of being ignored just now, "I don't understand why you indulge those ants, they cling together, it's meaningless except to increase variables! Even if there are dragons, you You can also throw him into the abyss again, just like when he came! No matter what you want to do, whether it is to welcome the gods or have a grander plan, as long as we conquer this world, no one will stand in the way You, even if the gods come again, you will still be their lord—only the eternal supreme king can make the eternal life last, this is the truth in the world!"

Two tall men looked down at him.

"What's the matter with him?" Thunderbird asked, "I don't remember him being like this before."

"He has grown to a certain age, and he should take on some of the responsibilities of a 'prince' as usual." Astaros said lightly.

"What does this have to do with him becoming more and more strange recently?"

"For this child, the more times the necessary talent of 'precognition' is used, the more space it takes up, and it will naturally squeeze those functions that make him look like a person. This boy's form is not stable in the first place. " Astaros said, "In addition, he cannot maintain the daily operation of the capital by himself, and needs some people to assist him. Naturally, his head is polluted by the excessive emotions around him."

"You're saying... isn't he a human?"

"Of course he is human, my friend. If a person thinks like a human, talks like a human, and acts like a human, then he is a human." Astaros said, "To describe his special situation that is different from others, Just to make it easier for you to understand what's going to happen next."

Jaga was still watching them as they spoke, but his face had lost its expression, and the dark eyes that were once bright and bright were blank and unfocused.

Thunderbird looked at the child, and then at him, "What's wrong with him?" He asked slowly.

He was just a Thunderbird, but at this moment he had a very, very bad feeling.

"It's time for him to grow up," Astaros said, "should grow into a shape suitable for the position of 'Prince Prince'."

This sentence is an order.Even if it sounds so understated, like saying today's weather.

Under Thunderbird's incredulous gaze, Jaga closed his eyes.

Then the outline of the boy began to deform.

Amidst the strange sounds of bones jointing and limbs growing, Astaros said: "About the nature of life... Among the many documents they sent, there is a magazine published three months ago, which has an interesting article The article, I think you should have not read it. The title of the article is "From Pollen to Inheritance", which mentions some theories. For example, whether humans, animals, plants or those creatures that are invisible but do exist, they The survival of all life depends on a basic unit called a cell, which is an extremely small life machine whose structure can be infinitely refined-like those structures that we make the "Paladin" move. Life is composed of countless such The machinery that constitutes and propels it, and what determines how these machinery are born, how they function, and when they end is an initial model that exists in almost all cells."

"We can call this model the origin of all things. When the essence of life is resolved to such a depth, the boundaries between humans and animals, including plants, become blurred, and their basic structures show striking similarities." , indicating that they are likely to come from the same ancestor."

Thunderbird was completely confused: "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Astaros smiled and looked towards the center of the vortex, "You don't have to understand, friend. It is not necessary to understand them."

His pupils reflected the scene in front of him, and silent lightning flashed like a net in the tornado, "I'm just explaining a man-made phenomenon, as you can see. The source can be traced, and the model can be understood, analyzed, observed , and can even be disassembled, destroyed, repaired, and reconstructed. When the basic model is transformed, the basic unit will also change, and life will take on another look."

The once-teenager had grown to about their height as he spoke, his frame had broadened and the contours of his face had changed, from a dark-haired, dark-eyed boy to a black-haired, dark-eyed youth.

In the process of his rapid growth, a strong attraction spread out from him, like a vortex involving a large amount of energy, and the raging waves formed an invisible tornado between the sky and the earth.

In this environment, there is only one source that can provide energy.

"Every life is unique..." Thunderbird said weakly, looking at the Far Eastern monarch in another vortex.

"Every life is unique, so uniqueness is the most ordinary attribute." Astaros said, "Besides, life is a very, very big concept, not only human beings can be called life, life does not necessarily pursue intelligence, The survival of life does not need to be active, and it must be powerful in competition. Life just needs to exist. The species 'human' is bigger, reproduces faster, and requires higher conditions for survival. In order to pursue its own long-term continuation, Only then can we continuously improve the internal structure of the ethnic groups and form a form called 'society' in order to cooperate with each other. This is the direction in which human beings are moving forward."

"Therefore, all human behaviors have their purpose, and the root of all purpose is to continue to exist. They will continue to move forward in this direction. The uniqueness of the individual is consistent with the commonality of the collective, just like a behemoth and its tentacles, They will certainly explore all possible avenues, including modifying the face of life at a fundamental level..."

Thunderbird's face turned pale. Although there were many things he didn't understand in Astaros' sentence, he could still understand the general meaning, "This is stealing the authority of God... This is something that humans cannot do !"

"Gods don't exist," said Astaros. "Man all the way. Only man."

The turmoil caused by the force of attraction gradually calmed down, and Chu Jun's growth finally stopped.He stood in front of two older men, eyes still closed, a black robe wrapped around his slender body, black hair hanging down his shoulders.If any guest who has experienced the coming-of-age ceremony in Shenguang Forest sees the face of the new crown prince, he will be horrified to find that the face of this young man who has nothing to do with the elves and has been matured quickly is similar to that of Agaran His Highness De is so similar, like twins of light and darkness.

"That should be enough," said Astaros. "From today onwards, you should have another name."

"Ya Franster."

"Wake up."

As his words fell, "Ya Franster" opened his eyes, and in the black and white eye sockets, the golden pupils were as bright as the sun.Then he blinked lightly, but between breaths, the golden pupils turned into deep black.

"Your Majesty." He said in a gentle tone, without the impulsiveness of a young man.

"Go." Astaros said, so the young man showed him a gentle smile, hung over the railing, his robe fluttered, and he swooped down to the ground. Thunderbird leaned half of his body out of the railing, looking at him as if A large bird dropped to the ground, calmly but with an indescribable sense of arrogance, and he landed on the white holy armor that was still advancing.

The moment he landed on its head, the movement of the white holy armor suddenly stopped, and then centered on Jaga—"Ya Franster", the white halo spread like a wave of air, covering the entire white holy armor. Even the crowd on the ground was shaken by the blowing. Amidst the buzzing sound, the White Holy Armor moved slowly again. Its abdomen and feet trembled, like waves swinging back and forth. It was adjusting its pace. There was an uproar again, and anyone could see the difference between that movement and the clumsy stiffness just tried out—if the White Holy Armor only looked like a creature, now it is a creature!

"My name is Yafraste, the crown prince of the empire established by the Great Monarch of the Far East. From today onwards, I will form the White Armored Knights led by the 'Paladins'! Supplemented by the Warlock Legion, recruit troops from all over the territory, and gather millions of soldiers. Teacher, not only for the glory of our co-lord, defending the holy capital, but also for the opening of the rift, the troops of all races will come at any time, in the war of destroying the world, the empire will be the savior of mankind!"

The words that the strong wind could not dissipate seemed to ring in my ears. The young crown prince stood on the white holy armor. There was only one person, but he was mighty. A giant figure appeared in the dust and mist, and the "Paladin" has been awakened by him, and he is walking towards this place step by step!

"I thought you killed this kid... I know you don't have any extra feelings for him," Thunderbird murmured, "You tampered with the name, face, and memory of that 'Yaga'...that same death What's the difference?"

Astaros smiled.

"But he still looks the same now," Thunderbird said.

"'Essence' is not something constant and difficult." Astaros said, "Just like an alchemical creation, you can either change its appearance, or add some functions to it, or reduce some parts, as long as it is born from the date of birth. Until now, the process of its existence is continuous, and in the cognition of 'people', it is still the same thing, the same person."

Thunderbird was silent for a long time.

"Is this what you've been repeating since you came here from that world?" he asked.

Astaros laughed. "No, friend."

"This is life!"

life--

Life is living.

Survival needs death to set off.

No place better embodies the interface between life and death than a hospital.

Fan Tianlan walked in with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. The hospital was always crowded in the morning, so he was very eye-catching when he walked in.But there are not many people who dare to keep their eyes on him for a long time. No matter doctors, nurses, patients or family members, they often look at him first, widen their eyes, as if they are speechless, and then wake up quickly at a certain moment, look away, and look around. Looking around, as if to confirm whether they were in reality, then turned their heads after confirming, took a quick look once or twice, raised their hands to cover half of their faces as if they were afraid of burning their eyeballs, leaked a little corner of their eyes, and whispered.

"Is this...?"

"Should it be...?"

"It's really...?"

Fan Tianlan walked through the corridor and stopped at the door of a ward after passing these spider web-like sights and whispers.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in," said an old voice.

Fan Tianlan stepped into the door.

This is a single ward, the large windows have been opened outwards, bringing in the wind and light from the verdant green windows, diluting the aging and decaying atmosphere in the room, a nurse is packing things, and the old man on the hospital bed leans Leaning against the head of the bed, the two looked at him together.

"Executive, Consul!" The nurse exclaimed.

"Good morning," said the old man, "Consul."

"Good afternoon, Bishop Selis." Fan Tianlan said.

The nurse suppressed her excitement and went out. Fan Tianlan changed the water in the vase, put the bouquet in it, and the flower stems naturally spread out, forming a messy and vibrant appearance.

"It's beautiful," said the old bishop.

Fan Tianlan came to his bed, pulled a chair and sat down, the old man looked at him, then looked out the window, "This world is also beautiful."

The scenery outside the window is really good. The fruit trees have grown to the second floor. The flowering period has passed. The hoarfrost-covered fruits are hiding among the wide leaves. The vast fields extend to the foothills at the end. The weather is clear and the wind is breezy. Farmers wearing bamboo hats are working in the fields.There was a burst of children's laughter downstairs. They seemed to be brought by teachers from a nearby school to visit their classmates.

"I really wish I had never seen... or never imagined that this world could become so beautiful." The old bishop said, "It's all thanks to you."

"Your contribution is irreplaceable." Fan Tianlan said calmly.

The old man laughed.

"I just did what I could, like a fallen leaf floating on the waves." He said, "How long is it before I die?"

"Three days." Fan Tianlan said a very precise moment.

"Enough." Bishop Selis said.

"Can I keep conscious until the last moment?"

"You will fall into a coma before you die, until the end." Fan Tianlan said, "This time is about from evening to night."

"I will instruct them to make good arrangements," the old bishop said.

"What kind of funeral do you want? A traditional religious funeral, or a new one?" Fan Tianlan asked.

"My death can also be regarded as a farewell to the old era. Let me cremate my body and bury my ashes under that tree." The old bishop said, "If there is a soul after death, I would like to see that life is alive and well." Breathing, the inheritance will never be cut off...Thousands of years later, someone looks at the world from the window and still admires it from the bottom of his heart, saying it is beautiful."

Fan Tianlan just said, "Okay."

Quiet in the ward.

The old man was dazed, and then he asked, "What does it feel like to have a long life?"

"I don't know." Fan Tianlan said.

The old man looked at him and realized that he really didn't know, no matter how powerful this extremely handsome young man was, what kind of creature his essence belonged to, he was still very young, even by human standards, he was very young of.

"What's it like to have supreme power?" the old man asked again.

"I don't know either." Fan Tianlan still gave the same answer.

After a while, the old man laughed.

"I shouldn't be asking you questions like that," he said. "Manpower runs out... Actually, it's kind of a blessing to have such a gift, isn't it? It's like the people of this world can meet you. Great luck."

Three days later, Cyrus Ed Alfred, the former governor of Orson County, deteriorated in condition, fell into a coma, and passed away after intensive rescue.Perhaps because of the gifted person's premonition of death, he had arranged his funeral a few days before his death. Before he lost consciousness, he met almost everyone he wanted to see and said what he wanted to say with them.He walked cleanly, without any regrets.

It doesn't make people sad much though.

The people of Orson County will always remember that it was this venerable old man who, after suffering cruel persecution, returned to the land that had not treated him kindly, and rescued the fallen people from the hellish situation.He is loving, just, tolerant, hands-on in everything, and is good at accepting opinions. It is under his leadership that Orson County can quickly recover and be ready to become part of the new administrative area. It does not have to go through the same experience as other areas drastic change.

According to the will, his body was cremated and his ashes were buried under a tree in Orson Middle School. This school is where the old man led hundreds of members of the collective farm, starting from building a kiln and building soil, brick by brick It was built with only a few tile-roofed houses as if it was only yesterday, but now it is a famous landmark with a wide area, bright windows, and more than 100 graduates every year to participate in the construction of the new administrative area.

Although he chose a new type of funeral, the old man did not formally resign from the church until his death. This is his personal wish, just like people have always been used to calling him an old bishop. He was respected during his lifetime and mourned after his death. The Archon presided over his funeral, and the Sorcerer wrote him a eulogy—almost the highest honor imaginable.

The recollection of the old man's life and the evaluation of his merits soon became articles that were disseminated through newspapers and radio. , the alliance's propaganda is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

For some obvious reasons, the editorial department of the League newspaper screened out many "inappropriate" manuscripts, and most of the opinions presented in the public domain are more objective and moderate, but the public opinion of the people is another kind of atmosphere .Today, newspapers and radio are indeed the main channels for people to receive information. However, with the development of the alliance and the continuous opening up of new administrative regions, the exchanges between the members of the alliance and the outside world have become more and more in-depth. Understand the difference between the real situation and the "official caliber".

Newspapers and radio don't promote lies, but different positions can lead to very different evaluations of the same thing.

This is particularly evident in the matters related to Bishop Selis.

In the administrative system inside and outside the alliance, Bishop Selis is the only special case who has not undergone any form of selection, and has always held power as an "Old World" from beginning to end.Regardless of the reason the wizard retains—or exhibits—the special case for whatever reason, his very existence becomes the focus.

Conservative——"Traditional" religious leaders and pious nobles raged at this dead man who was not peaceful even after death, saying that he deserved his excommunication during his lifetime, and his biggest crime was not that he remained alive after he was excommunicated. He kept his faith, but he never repented about it. Instead, he deceived the world and said, "Since everything is God's will, then the rise and victory of the Alliance people are also God's arrangement. They bring something, so naturally they have to take it." Walk something," and the ignorant mortals meekly accept the Alliance's invasion, and all sorts of immoral things happen.

However, since the "moral corruption" these people refer to is either vague, or it means that the nobles and priests in the new administrative region will be held accountable for their crimes, lose their land rights, and cannot survive without labor. Supported in , so those who use words as their battlefield change their words.

They said that a man of high morals like Bishop Seles, who has endured hardships without changing his original aspirations, is enough to show that religion has an enlightening effect on people, which cannot be replaced and should not be denied; It is also extremely arbitrary to list the two classes of nobles and priests as the source of all evil and deprive them of their legal rights. It shows that they are still unable to get rid of their origins. Even though they are so rich and powerful, they still want to take revenge for their unequal status in the past. It just shows that they are narrow-minded and easily jealous.

Not surprisingly, just like the article written by the red-robed bishop, once such remarks appeared, they were fiercely criticized by the alliance members.

Here is a bit of a digression: Since the appearance of the special issue of reviews, the number of pages has quickly surpassed that of the regular issue, because their thickness has become increasingly alarming, and the price of the regular issue has remained the same, even for this debate. People who don't know why or are not interested are willing to buy these newspapers in order to get more useful paper (paper is still not popular in areas outside the alliance, and it is still relatively expensive).This exacerbated the spread of the debate.

Of course, this is the result of the alliance's strong financial resources, so the wider the scope of the debate, the more convinced people are that the alliance is extremely rich, and the image of the alliance members in some rumors that are not conducive to them becomes more and more jeweled, which leads to a The prevalence of a curious point of view:

Since the "big shots" swear by it, and keep saying that the Alliance people are not good people, they may not be good people.But since they are so rich and willing to spend money for inferior people, then they must not be bad people.

This conclusion is illogical, but people don't need logic, and they haven't seen this stuff.They just know that since "virtue" can only be possessed by people with status—that is, money—then people with higher status and wealth will naturally have more virtues.

Whoever's virtue is more compatible is the winner.