Human Brain Ranch

The Bronze Kingdom that exists in name only.

Demon disasters are everywhere, and there are practitioners who cannibalize and kill people everywhere.

In a school that has been reduced to a sanctuary to protect ordinary humans in disasters, the old principal is sitting with Professor Zeng Ciwen and playing chess.

"Are you really going?" The old man seemed to have read his mind.

"Yes, I'm going." Professor Zeng Ciwen said.

"You have calculated the laws of history, but why do you want to die?"

The old man looked calm, and suddenly changed the subject: "You know, this is the second time I have experienced such a catastrophe."

He paused, his voice was extremely calm, like a bystander from the old days,

"Seven hundred years ago, I knew what was going to happen when I saw that group of thugs, but I didn't stop it, because I knew that I couldn't stop it at all, and I couldn't stop the torrent of fate personally. Just like you now, you can't stop it With the outbreak of this era of catastrophe, the world has been reshuffled."

"I know, but I'm still going."

He smiled, dropped a pawn, and said: "I have lived my life to the fullest, made up for my shortcomings, and there is nothing worth nostalgic about. Besides, a few years ago, I quietly entered the City of Hundred Stones, near my stubborn student. At that time, I also saw the flower that belonged to me, and I was going to die."

The old man was stunned, and couldn't help sighing: "It is because you must go that you will die. You have been hiding for so long, regardless of the world, why did you expose yourself and not continue to hide?"

"Maybe, maybe I will die if I go, or maybe even if I don't go, I will die. Anyway, the flowers are there, and I am going to die."

Zeng Ciwen sighed: "So I chose to follow my heart and go take a look."

The old man in front of him was silent.

Zeng Ciwen also said: "Over the years, my heart has become more transparent, and I have realized many things that I was confused before. I have more and more sensed a sense of destiny."

"And all our actions today will not be in vain."

He pointed to the pond below,

"The world is like a pond, and fate is like the water in the pond. We fish have to leave the water, jump out of the pond, and jump out of fate to see the outside world."

"Jumping out of the shackles of fate must be a certain stage of life. I think this kind of civilization can start to leave the world and step into the ranks of world-class civilizations. We are paving the way for future generations. At the very least, let the world see What the hell is fate?"

"We ancient species are also very ashamed."

The old man looked at the tearful god statue gently, and said with a smile, "We didn't follow God's advice and embarked on the same path of destruction."

"But history will eventually remember this great moment. In the distant future, advanced civilizations will record our efforts when they step out of the world and see the endless stars outside. We have also struggled in this world."

He put on his cloak and turned away,

"I can also see another doomed historical destiny. In order to let the fish in the world jump out of the water and break free from the shackles, the ruined civilizations of the past sacrificed the blood of generations!"

The tree of life, heavy rain hazy.

Du Jingsheng and several surviving elders returned, and they looked at the statue of the gods in front of the tree of life.

Du Jingsheng wrapped her whole body in air, blocking the heavy rain, and sneered, "Aren't you a little bit bloody?"

The other elders hesitated to speak.

Du Jingsheng laughed, "Very good, very good, you have no bloody cowardice, that's what I want to see! Run away!"

Pointing at the statue, he said with great reverence and respect: "The old god, he brought us the last fire to wake up from the old days! But we who have been destroyed once, still choose that stupid path!" " We are stupid."

"We're ridiculous."

"We are stubborn."

He looked at this god with tear moles, the rain was falling, and the man on the bronze statue seemed to be weeping slowly.

The tearful God, as if mourning the descendants in front of him, woke up from the old shelter, but still refused to listen to the advice, and embarked on that repeated dead end, walking against the sky.

He turned around and said to the only two remaining elders in front of him: "Go, take your humiliation, live with our technology, hide it, let the world still remember us, these ancient high elves, exist traces of the past."

"And I will go."

He laughed and said, "Go to see that beast who betrayed our clan and destroyed our civilization. Of course, I'm not helping him. I'll kill him instead. Since he died in the hands of fate, it's better to die in the hands of my own people."

"He ruined my country, so he can only die by my sword."

He couldn't help laughing loudly, showing a fierce look, but he didn't realize that he had already burst into tears, "This is my last bit of stubbornness and resistance to fate."

out of the world.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhengwei couldn't help shaking his head, feeling emotional, "Back then Emperor Shi Guangzheng Chongdao, he was a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, pursuing the ultimate perfectionism."

"His perfectionism, even in order to perfect the records of the gods, he can even ask the gods to come and ask."

"This kind of perfectionism allowed him to create works of saints, but it also allowed him to write such evil methods, such as age-eating demons, in his general outline. Now, as expected, someone has researched the cultivation method Law."

Before, the dynasty controlled the "Xianchi" and controlled all the practitioners in the world. They were registered one after another. With official positions, they naturally had to test their minds to practice, so no one practiced.

But what about the present?

The dynasty does not control the fairy grass, but the major forces in the people control it. The evil people who do evil have the opportunity to practice, and the evil people take the opportunity to practice evil, and it becomes a matter of course.

There was a wave of space fluctuations, Zhu Zhengwei landed lightly, stepping on the warm and dry sand, leaving footprints one by one.

"Fate is already there."

Zhu Zheng shook his head slightly, looking at the sky dyed blood red.

"And this so-called fate is not such a mysterious thing."

"It's like the online game calculates its own NPC, what's the fate."

"It's like a computer, after a dozen or so moves of the chess pieces have been calculated."

"You don't know, it won't change your fate, or die in that year, you know, it won't change, you still die in that year."

"It's even because of your knowledge that you are doomed to resist and die quickly. No matter how hard you try, you can't escape the shackles of fate."

Zhu Zhengwei stood beside the forked road in the desert, facing the scorching sun, stretched out his hand lightly, and said calmly: "It is you who chose the fate of death, not fate that chose your death."

This is originally a philosophical question.

Even, it was precisely because Shi Guangxueyin Emperor saw the destiny that he went in the direction that Zhu Zhengwei wanted, fulfilled his great mission to the world, and used his life to become the "beginning" of a great era on this "Destiny Day" .Transform yourself into Tang monk meat, and you will be a ghost if you don't get eaten.

"Perhaps, I should not reveal my divine blood casually in the future, so as not to let the creatures in this world see the fate on the long river of time, which will only increase their sorrow."

His expression is not calm, looking into the distance,

"If my guess is correct, the attacks of ten thousand demons, all races contend for hegemony, the earth is in turmoil, and the second cataclysm has descended on the old kingdom of stone light, and it will be turned into the dust of history."

On the fateful day of the era, the Great War has begun.

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the ancient desert royal city that had been established for more than 700 years in the desert, and the countless demonic powerhouses besieged below, feeling a little bit embarrassed, because more than 400 years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He seemed to have seen in the tea shed that day, the former emperor of the country of a hundred stones, heavy rice, and his high-spirited and unwilling to become a slave to himself, a traveler, couldn't help sighing softly, "Oh, what is happening in front of me?" , is still a human emperor who does not want to be a slave, but wants to resist."