Another World: My life is on the rise!

There was a dead silence all around.

Xinggui panted and looked at her father who was close to her, and said:

"What did you say?!"

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

"Power is the original sin, and overall power is a disaster for us. We are immortals, and this also means that our knowledge and power will surpass most races little by little over time, but this is destructive, because when the butcher knife falls, we will be beheaded as a whole. "

"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. Even if we leave one tenth or one percent of our seeds, we still have the possibility of rising."

"Instead of completely disappearing in history."

"You are quibbling!"

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

Because what a joke? !

What weakening the overall strength of the entire ethnic group! What surviving the great purge!

In her opinion, these are just excuses and reasons for him to evade guilt!

He is a lunatic!

A betrayer!

The lips of the old figure moved, and he said:

"I don't want to deny it, and I don't 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 was all worth it..."

"Because at least we still have history."

Puff--

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

The tears in her eyes kept turning into light spots and disappeared, pain, despair, sorrow, countless emotions flowed in her eyes.

"You're lying!"

"You're just making excuses for yourself!"

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

The Elf King's lips moved slightly and said:

"Because there's no time!"

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

That's the pride and arrogance brought by a long life.

From the moment every elf is born, they are instilled with the glorious history of our elves, 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 civilization have already penetrated into the blood of every elf.

Unless the disaster really comes!

Unless the sword of Damocles really falls!

Otherwise, no one will believe that something will bring them a catastrophe. Even if he is the Elf King, he can't let all the elves voluntarily give up the power they have accumulated for countless years to fight for a ten-to-one survival.

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

"We will fight to the death until the last man."

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

"That will be a tragic ending with no one left alive."

There is no compulsion.

He must take the responsibility for the continuation of the entire tribe.

Even so.

He will bear all the guilt and suffering.

He just chose the latter between the extinction of the country and the extinction of one in ten.

"Why do you make decisions for all of us?!!"

Xinggui screamed.

"Because I am the Elf King!"

Her father said sternly.

Because the king does not lead your tribe to sacrifice, but to keep your tribe as long as possible!

He also wants to be passionate.

He also wants to shout to the sky, sing in blood, and he also wants to lead his army to fight against the butcher knife swung over there, leaving a good name for the rest of his life in the bloody battle!

But he can't do this.

He didn't want to see life as a string of cold numbers, but when the final choice is in front of you, when you can't save your people after countless deductions, you can only make choices continuously, half, one third, one tenth, even if it's only one percent, if it's necessary, you must do it.

"Kingship 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 there was none.

And when the ending is not perfect, there is only the second best, wait again, and wait again.

"I didn't run away."

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

"But I can't win..."

"Even if it's just a little bit of luck..."

Finally.

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

In the chaotic scene, those pictures were like silhouettes in an old TV.

He betrayed his homeland, deceived all the power of his people, exiled his daughter, and left her crying on the desolate planet.

He traveled alone.

In the depths of the empty universe.

He looked up to the sky and roared silently.

It was a war.

A war that belonged to him alone and had no spectators, destined to be annihilated outside of this history.

The butcher knife came.

He got the gaze that should have fallen on their entire race as he wished. He saw the eye that spanned the universe and saw the dense and endless army of disasters descending on the starry sky where he was.

Powerful, unwatchable, and unmatched.

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

He did not retreat.

Facing thousands of executioners, he finally shed the title of Elf King, fought bloody battles in the name of a true warrior, and met the doomed destruction and death.

It was his war alone.

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

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

And if death was the final end of his life, then he at least felt that he had done what he should do and met his end in death.

But no.

It was like a huge joke of fate.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the blue color above his head and saw countless gods being dragged into hell under the big fall.

He did not die.

He fell into hell at the last moment of his death.

But who can know.

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

He was nothing.

Until.

The second big fall three thousand years later.

He saw his daughter.

His corrupt and chaotic eyes finally had a glimmer of light.

The memories of his life that were completely opened up were like the pictures in an old TV. After three thousand years, they told her all the causes and consequences.

Everyone watched this scene for a long time.

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