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Chapter 1225 1223. The remnants of the past will shape the new foundation

"Go, say goodbye to the shadow of the past. The hard journey you have endured on the physical level for some time will end before the next dawn. Hogg, my friend, this is a very memorable moment, so I won't disturb you to reminisce about the past."

Murphy's voice came from the communicator of the Wise Wolf Armor, and Hogg, the jackal who was driving the power armor into the creation engine, nodded.

It knew what Lord Murphy meant, that is, it was impressed that Lord Murphy was really an energetic vampire.

Hey!

Don't think that if you suppress your voice, I can't hear the panting of Ms. Tris next to you. Okay, you vampires are really hopeless. All the rumors about the corrupt midnight are true! Those vampires will always fool around in every midnight until dawn before they are willing to stop.

Tsk, the creator god who is immersed in desire really has no dignity, Lord Murphy!

Hogg complained a little in his heart, but he didn't stop.

There was not much to appreciate about love between men and women for Hogg. After all, the jackals were in heat twice a year, and it was normal for jackals outside the heat period. Moreover, for Hogg, the power he now held in the kingdom of the jackals was so important and tempting that he no longer needed to indulge in the primary enjoyment.

Well, Hogg was tough when he pulled up his pants and spoke.

"Don't think about it, take me there, let me meet the end of my fate."

Philip's voice echoed in Hogg's heart. The King of Bone Biters, who always appeared in a tough and fierce image, seemed to become gentle at this moment of farewell.

It urged, and Hogg quickened his pace.

He walked through the very busy manufacturing area of ​​the Creation Engine in the sound of the collision between the Wise Wolf Armor and the ground, and walked around those huge construction machinery, just like a pilgrim walking in the mechanical kingdom.

The machines left by the Creator were working according to the predetermined program. They ignored the "dwarf" who was moving forward, but for Hogg, looking at those huge machines at this time, he felt like he was walking in the lost mythical era.

In the golden era when Lord Philip was born, were these great machines also completing the grand blueprint left by the Creator to the world like today?

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Its thoughts were sensed by Philip, and the Bone Gnawing King explained in an extremely patient and helpless tone:

"Although I was shaped in the Golden Age, I have been lying in the incubator as an experimental subject. The only few awakenings were for some tests. I don't understand the Golden Age any more than you do.

It's like a poor creature who is forced to leave his hometown. He just knows that his hometown is good but has never lived there in a real sense."

"But you look forward to it."

Hogg whispered:

"In order to return to the Golden Age, you even launched a war to destroy the world and almost won it. It seems that the Golden Age is not as good as the Golden Age. The Golden Age is as heavenly as a concept in your heart. "

"You flatter me too much, cunning Hogg."

The Bone Gnawing King snorted and said:

"If I were really as powerful as you said, I would not have been defeated by the Songhai people's sun bombardment, and I would not have died alone in the exhibition hall of the filthy swamp in a desolate manner. I am just a lonely ghost who should not wake up in this era. I try my best to bring this chaotic era back to the prosperous world that I have never seen.

Rather than saying how much I long for the Golden Age, it is better to say that I am very disappointed with this era.

You know, I have never told you that I was Those explorers woke up from their slumber and found that everything had changed.

That was a shame, Hogg.

You can't imagine how painful and lost I was at that time.

Even though I knew that the biologists in the Eden area shaped me just to create a king and leader for the gnolls to realize their expectation of better enslaving my people, even though I knew that I was shaped as a perfect slave.

But I was still given a responsibility to guard the Eden area, guard that golden age, become the gatekeeper of that brilliant place and witness the advancement of supreme glory.

I hate this identity, but I also Proud of this identity.

I am not as great as you say. I used to indulge in the vanity called "perfection". I was also proud of the dog chain around my neck, and fell into unextricable pain after learning that everything was gone.

That day was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I knelt beside the bodies of those idiots who disturbed me, praying that fate would take me back to where I should be.

I remember that day I cried like a dog-headed man whose toes were stepped on.

Stop!

Look at Him with me. "

The Bone Gnawer said, and Hogg stopped the power armor and turned around.

It and its "ancestor" in the spirit turned their heads to look at the sculptures of the Creator placed on both sides of the corridor leading to the World Furnace.

Those gorgeous, axe-carved stone sculptures, somewhat reminiscent of ancient Greek bodybuilders, sculpt the Creator in various forms. The exaggerated or abstract movements do not deliberately express the greatness of the Creator; they are even so lifelike that they make people laugh.

To be honest, Hogg feels that these sculptures are very much like "rejuvenation".

It's like some boring guy captured the postures of the Creator at work, and then restored those postures into sculptures. The meaning of their existence here is not to show a perfect god to latecomers, but to show a real god to a mortal. The posture is shaped.

There is no trace of divinity, but full of humanity. This alone proves that He is closer to the world than all other gods.

“It was He who established all of this, He dominated all of this, He planned all of this, and He designed the blueprint of creation to perfection. However, when the plan was about to move forward, He left the land that He poured into it without looking back. He has occupied the world with countless energy, leaving everything to his followers to complete.

However, He chose the wrong person. "

Philip sighed in Hogg's mind and said:

"In the past I have witnessed along the way with Chief Murphy, I have fully realized that the people who have shaped me are not as perfect as they claim to be. They try their best to match the Creator, but the facts prove that they are not as perfect as they claim to be. They are a group of mortals with their own problems, like a group of fools struggling in the sea of ​​desire but holding the power of creation.

The consequences of leaving the shaping of the world to a bunch of morons is the mess we're dealing with now.

Hogg, you say, if the Creator is really omniscient and omnipotent, then why does He do this? "

"How do you want me to answer this?"

The first wise man of jackals shook his head helplessly in his powered armor "wheelchair" and said:

"How can I dare to speculate on the great ingenuity of the Creator with my inferior wisdom?"

"If you ask me to say it, just say it. I will be gone soon. This will definitely be the last time we talk. So, be sincere, okay? I know that you who have been enlightened by wisdom must have your own opinions on this matter. ”

Philip cursed in displeasure, causing Hogg to turn his ears in embarrassment. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke:

"Perhaps this is what the Creator wants to see?

He hopes that his successor will not lie in a perfect world and become an ordinary person with no ambitions. He hopes that Mr. Murphy can do something to challenge his various limits. Since this is a battle about survival and the future. challenge, then there must be a bad enough proving ground, right?

He allowed Mr. Murphy to be born in a state of poverty, obviously expecting a story of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

He is powerful enough to create a perfect era of prosperity.

You see, even more than a thousand years after the departure of the Creator, these construction machines in the Engine of Creation are enough to bulldoze the world.

He didn’t leave because he couldn’t do it.

He knew how bad the bastards in Eden would make things, but He still did it, just like the legendary God who didn't care about the changes in the world, because He knew that no matter how bad the situation fell, As long as His successor appears, everything will be fine.

It’s not that He doesn’t care about all this.

He sent His most valued 'children' here, and His successors will personally lead us step by step out of this quagmire created by ourselves. So what qualifications do we, as mortals, have to criticize the Creator for his inaction? "

Hogg shook his head and said:

"And looking at it on the other hand, if the followers of Eden District were wise and fair enough, and they really transformed the entire world into a perfect place according to the Creator's blueprint, would the Creator punish them for this?

No!

Judging from the various facilities and designs He left behind, He is a very gentle and gentle God. He will not punish his followers for doing good things. On the contrary, He will loudly applaud their achievements in the clouds and Compliment yourself on how excellent your vision is.

Therefore, in my opinion, the Creator was not irresponsible at the moment he left. In fact, He must have made great determination to leave the most precious things to this world.

I would have called it ‘freedom’.

But if you think about it carefully, in this era where ‘freedom’ is too stigmatized, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it ‘choice’.

He left the power of choice to his followers. It was obviously man who messed up everything, but he still blamed the gods for their inaction. He had obviously given everything he could give, but the bastards from thousands of years ago still felt that it was still wrong. not enough. "

Having said this, Hogg curled his lips and said to the silent Philip:

"So, I have never been able to understand your original choice and why you were so stubborn in wanting to turn this era back to the so-called Golden Age thousands of years ago.

Anyway, I think that although the era we live in is far from perfect, it is the most suitable for us. I have no intention of judging whether your feat of turning the world upside down a hundred years ago was correct, but if this helps your mentality at this time I would say that your Shaper would be elated if he or she saw his or her creation come close to conquering the world.

In this sense, you have not let your shaper down. "

"Humph, I really can't hide it from you."

Philip snorted and stopped talking.

It remained silent and allowed Hogg to control the power armor and walk into the area where the World Furnace was stored. Before Murphy and Tris left, the program here had been set in a special mode. In the World Furnace's Extending from the body is something similar to an authentication device.

That was the final relief that Philip longed for.

According to it, the Creator has created a perfect "heaven" for his followers, and only those who are qualified are qualified to set foot in it.

But to be honest, Philip's statement is full of "wishful thinking."

At least as an administrator, Murphy found no trace of the so-called "heaven" that the bone-gnawing king had been talking about in a series of inspections of the knowledge left by the Creator. In fact, Murphy had always been very suspicious of Philip. Lie may have been "cheated".

The Bone-Gnawing King may have been the victim of some despicable "information fraud", and I don't know who told it all, but the fact is that the place that Philip wanted to go to sounded good enough. Never existed from the beginning.

As for Hogg

Hogg's clever mind was most likely aware of this problem, so he opened the crew compartment of the Xianlang Armed Forces, allowing a small Jackal in a black pilot uniform to crawl out of it, ready to touch the certification. While installing it, it suddenly said:

"I suddenly feel that I have adapted to the days of sitting in a wheelchair. Although it is a bit inconvenient, how can I put it? This kind of physical torture is more in line with the image of a clergyman, and in the future, as the Kingdom of Jackals As a spiritual leader, I really need the wisdom from the greatest leader in the history of the Jackals.

Having this old ghost like you on me will undoubtedly strengthen my legitimacy."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Philip asked angrily. Hogg was silent for a moment and said:

"Otherwise, you can stay and parasitize my body like a lonely ghost. Anyway, a jackal like me in my original form does not have such a long lifespan. I will die in at most thirty years.

When the time comes, it will be a beautiful thing for us to come back here and go to hell together. "

"You're overthinking, Hogg."

Philip said quietly:

"Even if you didn't choose lifespan enhancement when binding the civilization candidate, the biological cabin has repaired and strengthened your physical fitness. You can live for at least seventy years. If you don't seek death, okay, stop pretending. , I know what you want to say.

You are afraid that after you complete this certification, I will be swallowed up by the furnace of the world in a tragic manner, and even the last reverberation will no longer be retained, right? "

"Well, now I don't pretend anymore."

Hogg nodded, and then said sharply:

"Chief Murphy never said anything about this, but I can guess.

There is no such thing as a beautiful paradise for the children of creation. You have been deceived! I don't know where you heard this statement, but there is no doubt that the Forge of the World does not have the ability to shape the destiny of souls.

If you walk into it, you can only become its fuel. "

"But why not be the fuel for the new world? But what if this is what I want?"

Philip replied calmly:

"When I was still alive, I tried my best to collect all the information about the Eden District and the Creator, both true and false. I have forgotten where I heard this news about the soul's destination, but I always believed it. It is true that the belonging of all the children of creation is within the engine of creation that can shape the world.

From the time I was alive to the time I died and became a lonely ghost and was awakened a hundred years later, this has become an obsession of mine.

The destination I have chosen for myself is here, whether it is heaven or a furnace, or even better if it is a furnace, so that I can turn the last bit of my existence into the firewood that shapes the world.

Even if it only burns for a second.

I know you are pitying me, Hogg, and you hope that this lonely ghost like me can have a good home, but the fact is that I died more than a hundred years ago.

All my stories should end in the cold and lonely visitor's chair in the swamp restricted area. It was the Creator or something else that gave me the grace to have this journey now, where I can follow Chief Murphy and contribute some trivial things to his cause. strength.

Do you think the proudest thing in my life is leading the gnolls to defeat the entire world?

No!

No, Hogg.

My true pride begins after I die!

Under the command of Chief Murphy, I have truly completed my duties as a son of creation. I have completed the mission that was given to me when I was born. I am worthy of my existence. "

Philip paused, and then shouted in a voice of anticipation mixed with relief:

"What is before your eyes is the furnace of the world, Hogg, which is the mighty force used by the Creator to shape the new world. For a life that always identifies itself as the son of creation and is proud of it, being able to stand in the heart of this mighty force To end one's journey in flames is a supreme gift and compliment.

I will become one with the power of the world, and I will become part of the new world.

That's the paradise I'm looking forward to!

It is a more real and greater existence than any paradise that claims to enjoy happiness after death. It is the last glory of investing and giving oneself for what one believes in.

I woke up in an era that didn't belong to me. It took me more than a hundred years to experience war, betrayal and death to get here. I don't have to go anywhere, I have returned to my home.

Say goodbye to me, Hogg.

I hope you can be like me, walking in a cause you believe in and love and burning all your enthusiasm to finally reach the end. "

As Philip's voice echoed, Hogg reached out and grasped the authenticator in front of him. As the prompt sounded, "Civilization candidate confirmed, incineration program started," Hogg saw Philip's spirit extending from his body. The wild and kingly jackal turned around and waved his claws at him, then adjusted his black security uniform, and walked into the dazzling spark of creation in the world furnace in front of him with a proud attitude, swinging his tail and humming a song.

At the last moment, it opened its arms, as if it turned into a ray of light in laughter.

And Hogg.

Without the mental oppression, Hogg regained his ability to move. He jumped out of the crew cabin of the power armor, adjusted his black pilot uniform, and stood at attention in front of the closed world furnace, bidding his last farewell to his superiors and predecessors.

The greatest leader in the history of the gnolls rested in peace, and its final burning added less than 0.001% of the energy storage to the furnace of the world.

Just like that, history completely turned over that page.