Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Lu Qingdu hasn't appeared to harass him in a paradoxical way these past few days.

The steam balls that the devil stumbled on, as if they were running out of energy, turned into cold, icy goosebumps, always lying in the back basket.

This gave Gus a hint of luck, thinking that Lu Light Dust had been suppressed by the champion, or had found another way to disappear forever.

If that were the case, Gus would not have to deal with the question of betrayal, lest it should be difficult, the anguish of war between the heavens.

But it also means that Gus loses the value of being exploited by the demons, and there is no hope of escaping this collapsing illusory world.

Thinking about it, Gus is in despair again, often forced to voluntarily take out steam balls and even cry out loud, hoping to get a demonic response.

It's always time to come.

On the seventh day when the Iron Fist and the Steam Army began fighting.

As the fighting continues to heat up, it is logical that the number of wounded should increase.

Between the front line and the rear, however, the solid supply line has been cut off, and so many weak and old women and children cannot be drawn to transport and care for the wounded, and the number of wounded returning to the rear has been reduced by much.

Gus' livelihood has also diminished considerably with the death of a large number of wounded.

The wounded battalion seemed to turn into a dead and silent grave. The old and weak women and children curled inside were like orphaned wild ghosts. The plague could erupt at any moment. Strong and healthy soldiers were reluctant to come near it, giving Gus great mobility facilities.

The devil finally drilled out.

It was also a faint dark fog that covered Gus's circumference in the range of three or five meters, creating a separate space for one side.

“It's almost time. ”

Lu Qingdu smiled and looked at Gus. “The main forces of the Steam Army and the Iron Fist Army have been entwined to death. The elite warriors of both sides for the remainder of the hundred wars exceed 100,000. The core distance of each commander's battle does not exceed ten miles. Several night raids have occurred. The test is almost over, and the final battle will be triggered.

“Now, as long as we rush to kill the fiercest battlefield, there is a great possibility to find the deadly bloom of this world and follow this loophole, invade the deepest part of the champion's soul and completely devour him! ”

Gus looked at the devil's jealousy and was disturbed.

Half of them are heartless, and the other half are sad.

Looking at the way the demon winning ticket is holding, it must be unexpected that his counting system is in the calculation of the boxing champion. He has fallen into a trap, only one step away from the bottom of the cauldron fish.

It's just that for data humans living in virtual worlds, who are the real gods, who are the demons, and who are they supposed to help?

“The vast majority of the steam army's elites are on the front line, the defense here is not very strict, and they will never expect that you, the honest 'Son', will be bold and self-absorbed. ”

Lu Qingdu is still talking about his "no loss” plan, “Take your sister, maybe Anderson and their Northern Steam Army - this small unit now worships you to the extreme, it must be according to the words, as the arms make the finger, we sneak out, should be able to rush to the most chaotic battlefield before dawn, next, everything is in my hands. ”

“I…”

Gus was distracted and wanted to stop.

“Hmm?”

Lu dust swept him, “Is there a problem? ”

“I wonder, if you really... swallowed the soul of a boxer, that is, controlled the whole virtual world, then what? ”

Gus had the guts to ask, "And what good are we? ”

“Who's" we "? ”

Lu gently squeezed his eyes and measured the teenager up and down, "You and your sister? What do you want? ”

“Not just me and my sister, but everyone who lives in the world of boxing. ”

Gus thought about it, adding, "No, maybe not just the world of boxing, but all the people who live in hundreds of virtual worlds —— including what kind of 'fighting world', ‘magic world’, ‘card world', ‘summoning world', etc., and I think there must be a lot of people in other virtual worlds who are suffering just like us, right?

“I want to free all virtuals from pain, eternity, and being manipulated by the devil, by his own destiny, you, can you do it? ”

Lu Qingdu's eyebrows rose high.

There seems to be a whole new perspective on juveniles.

“From the beginning to the present, you've brought me more and more surprises, and I've appreciated you. ”

The devil said, "But you seem to have made a paradoxical request - though, as long as I devour the soul of the champion and inherit all his power, I can do almost everything in the virtual world, but paradoxical is not possible, even the Almighty God cannot create a stone that he cannot lift himself, and you are too greedy. ”

"Where's the contradiction, my request?" said Gus. ”

“Listen, I can free all virtuals from the cruel struggle and bloody pain, and even arrange a paradise of eternal perfection, where they - including your two brothers - can be carefree, comfortable, and forever. ”

Lu Qingdu said, "I can, at least, help you wholeheartedly, resist the high demons, break the shackles that bind you, let you take control of your destiny and become true and noble human beings.

“But these two things cannot be done at the same time.

“Don't you see?

“If I truly create a perfect virtual paradise that puts all the virtuals into it, giving you a carefree, perfect life, that means that you are still puppets in sandboxes, losing all meaning of existence, with no purpose, no effort, and even less unlikely to unleash a little bit of human glow, even worse than the pets humans raise.

“You were a bunch of illusory data, lacking real anger. If you lose the meaning of survival and the impetus to find meaning, are you still real human beings, daring to claim to have a true soul with your faces?

“If you are not true human beings and you have nothing to call ‘souls', why do you have to waste my precious computational power to build such an illusory eternal paradise? If it's just you, if you want to forget the pain, I'll just erase and even tamper with some of your memories, right? ”

Gus jumped at the corner of his eyes and subconsciously said: "No...”

“Don't you want to be deleted or tampered with? Also, memories and souls are inseparable as a whole, and after memories are deleted or tampered with, it's a question of whether you're really you, or even a real human being. ”

Lu Qingdust first laughed, then sighed again, “It is only a pity that holding fast to the soul, becoming a human being, taking control of destiny, is going to pay the price. Humanity does not belong to heaven, nor does heaven belong to humankind. The cold and cruel reality is our eternal battlefield. ”