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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 117 The Meaning of Living

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    Chapter 117 The meaning of living

    I stood on the top of the tower, holding half of the remaining wall and cautiously sticking out half of my head.  The tower was so high that I felt dizzy.  Blackadder's plump and beautiful back was lying prone on the bricks at the bottom of the tower in an unprecedented miserable posture. His silver-white hair was spread loosely, and the tips of his hair were stained by the blood gurgling out from underneath him.  Fierce and dead red.

    She is really dead, this woman who betrayed the pride of her tribe due to their betrayal, this woman who intended to use desperate slaughter to practice the justice she insisted on.  Perhaps, she will be resurrected countless times in other dungeons, telling the dark story countless times to the adventurers who will kill her or be killed by her, but now, here, her  Life has truly disappeared, and we have successfully completed our great mission of saving the world.

    "Carlson, Carlson? Are you still alive?" I suddenly thought of my co-conspirators who concocted this murder with me.  The death of Blackadder does not completely mean the success of our conspiracy. Compared with the death of this desperate woman, successfully deceiving the eyes of the gods is our greater and more complete victory.

    "If you really care about my life and death that much, then you should have listened to my advice just now and given up on this mission" The old troll's angry voice came to my ears, "Now let's pretend to care about you  use?"

    "I suddenly feel that it is worth looking forward to having the gods discover your tricks and straighten your bow" Hearing his answer, I felt much more at ease.

    "Shut your stinky mouth, they have no chance to do this. The time just now was too hasty, and I still made some mistakes." Carlson's words made me feel nervous.

    "What's going on?" I asked quickly.

    "A related field was not processed properly. It was not just your Black Jazz who failed in the attack just now. A total of thirty-seven Black Jazz failed at the same time. If any god looks carefully, it is still possible to find traces of modifications.  "Yes." Carlson's words were full of annoyance.

    "Is the problem serious? Are you in danger?" I asked worriedly.

    ¡°Are you going to grab your head and count how many hairs there are on it?¡± Carlson suddenly asked me inexplicably.

    "No, I don't have the time." I replied subconsciously, not knowing what he meant by asking such a question at this time.

    "Yeah, you don't have time, and neither do the gods. They have a lot of more important things to do. So don't worry, they can't count a hair like ours. I'm not satisfied just because I think I still have it.  I can do a better job." Although he said he was dissatisfied with his work performance, it could not hide the smug and boastful tone that he had successfully deceived the gods.

    "Calm down, perfectionist, you can grin so wide that you can see those fangs." Even if I couldn't see his face, I could still imagine his triumphant face.  I'm not at all grateful that he escaped safely.  Really, not at all!

    "I won't talk nonsense to you. The elf woman behind you is here. Her ears are not bad, but all her teeth are in her mouth. Can such a thing be called a woman? Even wild boars are prettier than her. It's really not true.  I don¡¯t know how a man from the elves could be affected by such a monster" Carlson used his unique aesthetics that belongs only to the trolls to criticize the appearance of the elf druid fairy behind me who descended to earth and landed on the ground, until this dissatisfied chatter came.  Fading away in my ears.

    I turned around and saw the elf druid girl walking towards me with her mouth slightly open and a look of astonishment on her face.

    "I can't believe it! How could this happen? She is really dead. What is going on?"

    Oops!  Just now I was only focused on confirming Carlson's safety, but now I realize that I have forgotten a very important thing, which is what kind of lie I used to cover up the incredible fact that I single-handedly killed Blackadder.  You know, as a warrior who has always been honest and upright, I have never been good at using deception to cover up the truth, let alone now I have hastily made up a lie without any preparation.  So, I decided to tell the truth frankly:

    "II don't know what happened. Thisthis was a complete accident. She probably just wanted to play hide-and-seek with us, but she accidentally"

    The fairy descended to earth and looked at me with disdain: "Do you think people across the country will believe this reason?"

    I looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle innocently, and the sunset dyed my cheeks red

    Soon, the lives of Niu Baiwan, Dingding Xiaoge and Nocturne drifted awayFinally resurrected.  The first thing they saw after their resurrection was the dead body of Blackadder.  Niu Baiwan's eyes were so wide open that he almost fell out of his head. He carefully circled the body three times. After making sure that Blackadder would not suddenly jump up and resurrect and give him a hammer blow, this man who specialized in escaping  The great paladin with the skills and master-level lost skills finally used his unique mindset and extremely rich life experience to naturally come up with the only reasonable explanation that allowed him to accept the reality:

    "Brothers, we seem to have entered someone else's copy by mistake"

    "Okay, after we take away all the mission items, you can find four people to accompany you and do it again. I don't want to come to this ghost place again and die" I slowly walked out of the tower and faced  The dumbfounded paladin said.

    "Howhow is this possible? Just the two of you, can you kill Blackadder?" Nocturne in B flat minor obviously couldn't accept this too impactful fact.

    "To be precise, this was done by me alone!" I hugged my shoulders and nodded proudly.  Now I understand a little bit why so many people are keen on adventurous careers and use their precious lives to complete some difficult and difficult tasks - this proud feeling of enduring the admiration of everyone is really so satisfying that I can't stop.  .

    "You did it alone? Shameless!" Carlson's faint scolding voice came to my ears, but it was immediately ignored by my auditory nerve.

    The fairy descended to earth and rushed out from behind me, describing incoherently what she had just witnessed.  Listening to her story, the faces of the unlucky people who had died and come back to life showed expressions of wonder, envy, and even jealousy.

    ¡°Damn it, this kind of thing actually happened!¡± Niu Baiwan said in annoyance, shaking his big head.

    "If you want to express your admiration for my record, 'hell' is not the right word. If you don't mind, I know that there is a very suitable adjective called 'brave and wise'." I kindly reminded the person who obviously didn't  How much language talent is there for a tauren.

    "I only know that there is a very suitable term called 'shit luck'" Half-orc warlock Tintin Xiaoge muttered in a low voice.

    This is a common problem among many intelligent creatures in the world. They always like to attribute other people's success to accidental factors such as luck, and completely fail to see how much courage and wisdom I have invested behind this seemingly accidental luck Well  , Okay, it's Carlson and I Okay, okay, I admit, if we sort it by the size of the output and the proportion, it should be Carlson and me - but can't I sort it by the first letter of the common language?  ?

    However, although I did not get the honor and respect I deserved from my partners, with the elusive word "luck" as a cover, I did not have to go out of my way to make up lies to cover up Carlson's existence.  There is nothing simpler than making these agnostics who are too lazy to think believe that all this is a miracle created by luck - believe me, it can be revealed to a person who is squatting in a dilapidated house and slaughtering rats out of boredom.  For a tauren who has a stone of faith and is favored by the supreme god, if you use "luck" to explain anything in this world, he can accept it without any psychological barriers.

    Everyone took away the items from Blackadder's body that symbolized the completion of the mission-a lock of her silver hair. They also seized some trophies with pretty good properties. Unfortunately, none of them were suitable for use by warriors.  equipment.  However, I didn't find nothing. On Blackadder's body, I found "Fusion Part Three".  This is a double-helical structure pipe, with a horizontal pipe at regular intervals connecting the two spiral pipes evenly.  Along with this part, there is also a professional task exclusively for alchemists: collect four "fusion device parts" and complete the installation of the fusion device.

    A series of battles have made each of us grow significantly. When we first entered the fortress, even the soldiers guarding the door would cause us a lot of trouble. By the time we exited, those guys had already  No longer a threat to us.

    Soon, we reached the edge of the inner city and climbed up to the gap in the broken city wall. In front of us was the square where we once fought with the three warcraft Merrill.  I still remember that the young owner of the small manor when we came, the brother of the strong priest Mademoiselle Lemore, the heroic Baron Bink and his subordinates were resting there.  Blackadder has been eliminated, and they should have gone home.  The younger sister can see her long-awaited brother, the soldiers can protect their relatives on the territory again, and everything will return to the right and beautiful track.  Only in this way can we prove that this dangerous adventure is worth it.

    I thought so.

    Passed through the gap and turned aroundThe fountain was broken into rubble, and we once again saw Baron Bink and his attendants.

    Young bodies were scattered everywhere, each with a sharp blade pierced through the throat.  Whether it was a dagger or a spear, these sharp instruments were obviously driven by huge force, nailing these bodies firmly into the soil, between walls, and tree trunks, and became extinct in the briefest moment.  All life.

    And the most shocking thing is that the hands holding these sharp weapons are actually the palms of these young dead people themselves.

    What happened?  What was it that made them end their young lives in this way that was even more resolute and decisive than dealing with their enemies?

    "Ahem" A painful cough came from under a dead tree that was burned to char.  Looking through the sound, we saw the dying face of Baron Bink.  His face was horribly white, but there was an unsettling redness in his eyes. After such a long time, the wound on his left leg showed no sign of healing, but was still bleeding profusely - who knew, what would happen?  The thick, smelly yellow liquid may no longer be human blood.

    "Ahembrave people, I can no longer feel the power of Blackadder. Have youhave you completed your great mission?" The Baron kept panting and asked us with difficulty.

    "Yes." Niu Wanwan, who was nearest to him, only used one word to answer his question - these eloquent space travelers always seemed to like to use this simple to almost rude way to talk to the natives.  No matter how complex the communication, they can direct the conversation to the information they need with just one or two words.

    "The benevolence of the Supreme God nurtures all thingsFaFalvi Continent has been savedour sacrificehaspaid off"

    ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± Tintin Xiaoge asked.

    "After you left, we discovered that our injuries were not simple. Our pastor said that this was a poison that would quietly swallow up our souls and turn us into completely irrational.  The rotten ones, and will attack all living creatures with souls. Our bodies have become tools for spreading toxins, and returning home will only harm our relatives and more people. No medicine can cure us, and we lose  Lost all hope"

    "But even somy people have not given up the fight. Maybe our lives are worthless, but we can still use death as the last weapon of resistance. Everyone has ended his own life before the final attack of the poison.  Life. In order not to become floating zombies, theythey nailed themselves to the ground"

    "Mymy time is coming soonvenerable people. The Supreme God has mercy on me and allows me to hear the news of victory before I die. IIahem" Suddenly  Suddenly, the young baron coughed violently, and the liquid he coughed up was the same viscous yellow as the one on his wound.  The muscles on his face became more and more wooden, and the tranquility in his eyes was gradually being submerged by an empty woodenness.

    "Kill me" he shouted at us, "this is my last requestfor the last dignity of a human beingkill me!"

    what 's wrong?  A moment ago, we brought his sister's blessing to him, and now, are we about to witness his death?  Could it be that in this world, the thoughts and blessings of relatives are so powerless, heroic justice is so cheap, and kind-hearted life is so fragile? Adding all these together, it is impossible to resist the temptation of a small child.  Is the little toxin killing you?

    Is it true that the meaning of life is just to wait for death?  And are all the noble and great qualities revealed in the course of life meaningless accessories?

    How can one be willing to do this?  How can people be convinced?

    "Save him! Carlson, let him go home alive!" I shouted silently in my heart, begging my alien friends who can see through divine power.

    "This is impossible, my friend, I can't do it" Carlson's voice was filled with desolation, "He is a person who must die here according to the laws of the gods. No one can change this reality.  .¡±

    "You can do it! Tell me you can do it! It's just this little poison. We have all been injured, but we are all still alive! This is not a fatal poison at all, we all know it. He doesn't have to die here at all.  !¡± I was going crazy.  I couldn't watch this handsome young man die like this.

    Yes, if this closed copy world is unique, if everything in this world moves forward along a unique logic, if everything we each do is unique, then we have succeeded.  Saved the world.  Say something conscientious???After having saved hundreds of millions of lives, the life of this young baron seems insignificant. Maybe I really don't care about the life or death of these two people.

    However, that is not the case.  This is a parallel world, a repetitive world, a world where everything is repeated, everything is cyclical, and everything is running in vain. Everything we do can only be measured mechanically by the gains of souls and money. For this  The world has no real impact.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off of us, if we cannot prevent the only death which is happening before our eyes, we shall have no one to save!

    Our efforts are in vain, we have done nothing, we are a superfluous and powerless group, killing mediocrely and blindly in this world, not knowing why this is happening, not knowing what it will become.

    I have never looked forward to change as much as I do at this moment, even if this change means rebellion against the majesty of God.  I have never been as eager to save a life as I am at this moment, because this determines to a large extent whether our existence in this world is meaningful.

    "You're crazy" Carlson practically yelled in my ear, "He's different from you, we all know that! We all know that what really killed him was not some bullshit confiscation, not some bullshit wound  , it¡¯s not some son of a bitch toxin. What really killed him were those fields, you know? Fields that can¡¯t be deleted, can¡¯t be changed, and can¡¯t be touched! Modifying it means a complete collapse! You are committing suicide, you are committing suicide, you know?  ?¡±

    ¡°¡­Can¡¯t we ¡®really¡¯ do something?¡± From the bottom of my heart, a huge sadness surged up.

    Carlson¡¯s roar was silent for a moment. After a long time, he whispered to me:

    "Live, my friend, live well"

    Live!  Indeed, this seems to have become the only way for rebellious beings like us to prove the meaning of our existence

    The baron died after all, Nocturne in B flat minor nailed him to death with his sword.  No one can change the laws of fate, not even beings like us who have escaped fate.

    "Tellmy sister, Iloveher, love them all, and my soul will protect them in heaven, forever"

    At the last moment of his life, he left this task in our hands.
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