40,000 Years of Cultivation

Lu Qingchen hasn't come out to harass him uncharacteristically these days.

The steam ball on which the devil was dormant seemed to run out of energy and turned into a cold dead lump, always lying obediently in the back basket.

This gave Gus a hint of luck, thinking that Lu Qingchen had been suppressed by the boxing champion, or found another way, and disappeared forever.

If this is the case, Gus doesn't have to worry about whether to betray, and avoid the dilemma, the distress of war between heaven and man.

But this also means that Gus has lost the value of being used by the gods and demons, and there is no hope of escaping this illusory world that is constantly collapsing.

Thinking of this, Gus fell into despair again, often involuntarily taking out the steam ball and rubbing it, even whispering, hoping for a response from the devil.

What should come is always coming.

On the seventh day when the main force of the Iron Fist Army and the Steam Army began to fight.

As the war continues to heat up, it stands to reason that there should be more and more wounded soldiers.

But between the front and the rear, the stable supply line has been cut off, and there are not so many old and weak women and children to transport and take care of the wounded soldiers. Instead, the wounded soldiers transported back to the rear have been reduced by more than half.

With the death of a large number of wounded soldiers, Gus's livelihood also eased a lot.

The wounded barracks seemed to have become a dead grave. The old and weak women and children huddled in it looked like lonely ghosts. The plague would break out at any time. The strong and healthy soldiers were reluctant to approach here and gave Gus great activity. convenient.

The devil finally got out.

There was still a faint black mist covering the three to five meters of Gus's whole body, creating an independent space.

"It's almost time."

Lu Qingchen smiled and looked at Gus, "The main forces of the Steam Army and the Iron Fist Army have been entangled tightly. Both sides have more than 100,000 elite fighters for the rest of their lives. The distance between the core of each other's battle formation is not more than ten miles. Several night attacks, the temptation is about to end, and the decisive battle is about to start.

"Now, as long as we rush to the fiercest battlefield, it is extremely possible to find the fatal flaw in this world, and follow this loophole to invade the deepest part of the boxing champion's soul and completely swallow him!"

Gus looked at the devil's triumphant appearance, uneasy in his heart.

One half is guilty, and the other half is also a little sad.

Seeing how the devil was holding the winning ticket, he must have never imagined that all his calculations were in the calculation of the boxing king. He had fallen into a trap, and he was only one step away from the bottom of the cauldron.

However, for the data humans living in the virtual world, Boxing King and Lu Qingchen, who is the true **** and who is the devil, who should they help?

"Most of the elite of the Steam Army have all gone to the front. The defense here is not strict, and they will never expect that you, the honest-looking "Holy Son", will act boldly and act on your own."

Lu Qingchen was still talking about his "sure-proof" plan, "Bring your sister, and perhaps Anderson and their Northern Steam Army-this small army now admires you to the extreme, and it must be obedient and obedient. Instructed, we ran out secretly, before dawn, we should be able to rush to the most chaotic battlefield, and then, everything is left to me."

"I……"

Gus was absent-minded, hesitant to speak.

"Ok?"

Lu Qingchen glanced at him, "Is there any problem?"

"I want to know, if you really... swallow the soul of the boxing champion, that is, control the entire virtual world, then what?"

Gus boldly asked, "Then, what good do we have?"

"'who are we?"

Lu Qingchen narrowed his eyes and looked up and down the boy, "You and your sister? What do you want?"

"Not only me and my sister, but everyone who lives in the world of Boxing God."

Gus thought for a while, and added, "No, maybe it's not just the world of Fist God, but everyone who lives in hundreds of virtual worlds-including what's the'world of fighting spirit','magic world','cards "World", "Summon the World", etc., etc., I think, in other virtual worlds, there must be many people who are suffering the same pain as us?

"I want to liberate all virtual humans, get rid of suffering forever, and the involuntary destiny of being manipulated by gods and demons, you, can you do it?"

Lu Qingchen's eyebrows were raised high.

It seems that he has a whole new view of teenagers.

"From the beginning to the present, you have brought me more and more surprises, and I appreciate you more and more."

The demon said, "However, you seem to have made a paradoxical request-of course, as long as I swallow the soul of the boxing champion and inherit all of his power, I can do almost everything in the virtual world, but Self-contradiction is no good. Even the omnipotent true **** can't create a stone that he can't lift himself. You are too greedy."

Gus said, "Where is my request ‘contradictory’?"

"Listen, I can liberate all virtual people, get rid of cruel struggles and **** pain, and even arrange an eternal and perfect paradise, so that they-including your two brothers and sisters, can be carefree in it. Comfortable, forever."

Lu Qingchen said, "I can too, at least I will try my best to help you with all my heart, resist the high gods and demons, break the shackles that bind you, and let you control your own destiny and become real and noble human beings.

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

"Don't understand yet?

"If I really create a perfect virtual paradise and put all virtual people into it, so that you can live a carefree and perfect life, it means that you are still puppets in the sandbox and have lost everything. The meaning of existence, there is no purpose, no effort, and it is impossible to release the slightest brilliance of humanity. It is simply worse than the pets raised by humans.

"You were originally a bunch of illusory data, lacking real anger. If you lose the meaning of survival and the motivation to find meaning, you are still a real human being. Do you dare to claim to have a real soul with a shy face?

"If you are not real human beings, and there is nothing that can be called a'soul', why do you want me to waste precious computing power to build such an illusory eternal paradise? If it's just yourself, you want to forget If it's painful, I will delete or even tamper with some of your memories, isn't it the same?"

The corner of Gus's eyes jumped, and he subconsciously said: "No..."

"You don't want to be deleted or tampered with memory? Also, memory and soul are inseparable. After the memory is deleted or tampered with, whether you are the real you, or even the real human being, is a question."

Lu Qingchen smiled first, and then sighed, "It's a pity, to stick to the soul, to become a human being, and to control your destiny. There is a price to pay. Mankind does not belong to heaven, and heaven does not belong to mankind. The cold and cruel reality is us. The eternal battlefield."