Evangelista XI: Are they giving us some illusion?

Evangelista XI: Remember “Revelation”?

Andorn: …even if we know that there is nothing illogical about it, even if we can break it down to cold logic or objective nature…

Evangelista XI: Alas, the people of the world will still cover it with a layer of spiritual light.

Evangelista XI: …

Evangelista XI: There is only one true law.

Evangelista XI: –Let our existence continue.

Andorn: …”We”, what?

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Evangelista: Eleven follows me.

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I followed the old man deeper into the cave.

Everyone knows that beneath the cathedral is the burial place of many saints.

They were the most learned and the most brilliant men in the long history of the Lateran world, and their polished marble statues had empty eyes that looked indifferently at passers-by.

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down.

Stone tablets recording the great achievements of successive popes are displayed in order.

There were conceited men, humble men, noble men, and perhaps mad men among them. But none of them had ever tarnished the Lateran. Now, they said nothing.

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down.

Here the oldest saints rest.

They brought the Sakota from Chaos, and they possessed all the virtues of the world, and all those who came after them were merely imitators. The plaques engraved with their miracles were dimmed.

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down.

I no longer knew where I was.

Everything I saw had never been recorded in any book, and I couldn’t understand it.

This does not belong in Rutland.

A low humming sound filled the entire space.

I actually started to feel panicked…

This is not the answer I want, this is not a human creation or fabrication…

This will not be shaken by interpretation, exegesis, debate or reformation…

This is not a battle of believing or not believing, why believing or how believing…

Because it is an irrefutable existence.

It’s in this way.

presence.

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I still remember that when I read this, I really didn’t want to click any further.

Yes, now we know that Lateran is the mainframe, and we know that Lateran’s laws are some kind of war command system.

However, when I saw this scene, I just felt… tired.

Just tired.

And anger.

What the hell is the law?!

After you have read so many lines, which sounded like an opera, like some people who think they are excellent writers showing off their words and proving their noble sentiments to the readers, you are unwilling to speak the so-called truth in a simple, direct and understandable way? !

This long paragraph of text has very little information, and what can be filtered out is that, first, the law is to allow the Sakota to continue. Once Sakota does something against the tribe, it will be fallen and cut off from the connection with the Guardian Gun. Second, the law is a machine, buried for a long time.

Well, no more.

Even the machinery is hinted at with just a “low humming sound filling the space.”

I was thinking at the time, if I really wrote a book like this, I would just starve to death.

Then I am probably not without malicious intent, and I think with the most evil mind that the person who wrote the book may still be intoxicated by his self-righteous elegance and think that all the audiences do not know the value of the book.

Ha, maybe some people think that I should continue to complain about the plot of Ark?

That’s wrong.

Because I found that I might have had some of this tendency in the past, and it felt like I saw the shadow of my past self.

Next, here are my personal thoughts.

I actually envy one thing, or in simple terms, writing skills.

In other words, the ability to use words to stir up readers’ emotions and arouse their excitement.

There was a time, probably more than two years ago, when I tried to write.

At that time, I felt that I was very capable. Regardless of other things, at least my writing skills would not be bad.

But when I actually start writing, oh, I feel like a hopeless illiterate.

At that time, I also wrote a lot of things that I thought were profound, but in fact they were very empty and could not impress anyone.

So I tried to imitate him, for example, Jiangnan. This bastard Jiangnan often digs holes and doesn’t fill them, but it is undeniable that he does have something. Some people say that he writes by piling up words, but I don’t think so.

Take a passage from The Mystical Record of Nine States, where a supporting character, Gu Yueyi, the Marquis of Jinbei, falls into a nightmare set up by the enemy:

At this time, Gu Yueyi walked into the silent city.

This is not a real city. Its short, mottled earthen walls and a city gate with only a drawbridge indicate that it is just a small border town.

Gu Yueyi knew its name, it was called Zhenlian Town. In the past, he thought he would stay here for the rest of his life and marry one of the few dozen girls in the town as his gentle and simple wife. She would weave cotton cloth, and Gu Yueyi would grow some oats and sell them to the military camp to feed the horses.

At this moment, the town was so quiet that it was trance-like, as if a very ancient tribe had been buried in the desert for hundreds or thousands of years, and then a traveler stepped into the weathered wall.

Gu Yueyi walked on the military road in Zhenlian Town, and people lined the road waiting for him. But they were all silent, and Gu Yueyi could only hear the sound of his own footsteps.

Sand, sand, sand…

Those people couldn’t make any sound, because they were all dead. Gu Yueyi saw the agile lance sergeant, who was pierced by his own lance and nailed to the wall. He leaned there quietly, smoking and daydreaming like he was lazy on weekdays.

And the gnarled groom, he was just a groom, he couldn’t even ride a horse well, but in this cavalry squad, he was the strongest man, with bulging muscles. But now he couldn’t use his strength, his muscles had been cut off piece by piece, leaving only a huge and grim skeleton and a head with wide eyes.

Gu Yueyi saw the old soldier who taught him how to hold the bow for the first time. He was hung high up by a bowstring, swaying quietly in the wind.

Gu Yueyi was not surprised, he walked forward step by step. He knew that these people were dead, when he was awarded the title of Marquis of Jinbei, his comrades were buried in the cemetery outside Zhenlian Town. And now they only came out occasionally to rest in this quiet town.

Gu Yueyi stopped walking, and he finally saw the person. She was lying on the stone platform in the central square of the town, her fair face facing the sky calmly, as if she was asleep. She was not very beautiful, but she was warm and sweet like a piece of maltose. She was the most outstanding girl in the town. The cavalry talked to her intentionally or unintentionally, and spread every bit of her. The soldiers thought that this was a good woman, sweet, and could weave durable cotton cloth. Unfortunately, her father was wary of these soldiers and protected his daughter like a hen sitting on a nest.

Gu Yueyi suddenly remembered that he was the most silent and shy one in the squad at that time, and also the youngest. He always avoided the old soldiers’ obscene discussions about the girl. He secretly stood at the corner of the small street and watched the girl walk out gracefully, hiding a handful of millet in her palm to feed the pigeons that delivered military reports.

And now she lay there quietly, her clothes torn to shreds, her plump chest covered with dried blood.

Gu Yueyi had heard of Li Changgen, the leader of the Ye Ze thieves. This man was a leader as ferocious as a poisonous snake, and he liked to cut off the breasts of young girls and eat them raw.

Gu Yueyi felt tears flowing down his face. His heart was empty, and he didn’t seem to be sad. But his tears flowed down silently.

He turned around and faced the dark earth wall under the night sky. A huge figure behind the wall was staring at him. The figure was several times taller than the wall. He took a step forward, collapsed the wall, and smiled grimly.

Gu Yueyi had never seen such a tall man, even more burly than Kuafu in the north, but he remembered that face, the thief from Ye Ze, Li Changgen.

Thousands of thieves appeared around him, on rooftops, on earthen walls, on the corners of small streets, and on high flagpoles. Gu Yueyi was alone, and all his companions were dead, as were all the people in the town.

Gu Yueyi touched her waist, but there was no bow there.

The thieves laughed wildly, and their laughter was like a whirlpool of strong wind. The wind rubbed against Gu Yueyi’s side, and it seemed as if there was a demon licking its sharp fangs in the wind.

“It’s the last one. Let’s kill him.”

“Cowardly little thing, let him watch others die first.”

“Look at him, he’s crying. Is he scared to the point of peeing himself?”

“Why, why? Where was he hiding just now? I didn’t find him, otherwise I would have one more head to claim credit for.”

Gu Yueyi looked around at those laughing faces. He remembered more things. They were right. When he shot that arrow at Li Changgen, his brothers had already died in the battle.

He was still alive, because he was the youngest, and his brothers left him a fast horse to report the news. But he was shot in the leg and could not escape. He hid in a secluded place and saw Li Changgen walking by with the girl he longed for.

Zhenlian Town has been broken, and all that remains is killing and looting. Li Changgen is going to enjoy his victory.

And the last Izumo archer was trembling in the crack of the hut.

“Yes, this is the truth.” Gu Yueyi said to herself, “It’s not what is in the battle report, nor what Lord Jinbei Hou praised to the East Land warriors, but this is what is happening right before my eyes.”

Moonlit night party, three arrows frighten the soul.

This praise is more like a mockery, and every time someone says it, it becomes more credible. When the whole East Continent knew about Jinbei’s new general Gu Yueyi, the war report full of lies became the truth, and everything else was slowly forgotten. As time went by, I sometimes felt confused. Jinbei Marquis created a new general, and the cavalry general who was killed by Jinbei Marquis in the palace would die with regrets, right? Jinbei Marquis just wanted to use his blood to dye the new general’s battle flag red.

Gu Yueyi began to tremble, his heart was empty, but his tears flowed down.

The thieves fired countless arrows. Gu Yueyi raised his head in the rain of arrows, looking at the dots of iron light in the dark night like a swarm of locusts flying over. Li Changgen seemed to be about to laugh, but his smile froze on his face, and he saw Gu Yueyi holding the bow.

Many years later, it was this young mounted archer who fell into despair after seeing the death of his comrades and civilians. When Li Changgen was leaving the town square with satisfaction after satisfying his bloody desire, the young man rushed out from the inconspicuous gap between the huts like a madman and threw his only arrow into Li Changgen’s bloody mouth.

Gu Yueyi raised his head and drew his bow: “I can kill you once! I can kill you again!”

This was a bewitching dream, and everyone woke up at the same moment. They faced the long-sounding weapons around them, which were shaking violently as if they were angry. Gu Yueyi grabbed the longbow Zhui Yi and suddenly understood why Bai Yi solemnly handed his bow to him.

This is a wedge that pierces through endless cover-ups and allows people to look into the darkest part of their hearts.

What is the scariest thing? It’s not zombies, nor death. The scariest thing is to stand in the deepest part of your heart and see yourself clearly. It is the ghost deep in everyone’s heart, absorbing memories to survive, but it is forcibly sealed at the bottom of the memory, not allowing it to show up. But it cannot be killed, maybe it can be defeated.