Soul of Burning Steel

At that time, Teacher Nostradamus calmly pointed out the way for me: “Pain? It feels incredible? That’s right. The truth is always more hurt than a lie. Although it is forced, you at least see the country’s weakness. The truth is full of contradictions and sufferings. In your heart now, you definitely want to change everything from the bottom of your heart.”

“So, for you, for me, for this country, for all the people who hold the Diamond family as the emperor, you must become stronger, at least, from now on, this simple and weak person has even been sent to the front line in a word. The weak become the strong who have their own beliefs and can determine their own future-change themselves, and then change the world. If you are strong enough to become the emperor, then everything is possible.”

The teacher’s words have always been calm. He didn’t look at me, but at the barren, vast, unpopulated Northwest Plain: “In this way, I can become an emperor, gain status and power, and be transformed into this society. Authority, you can become the emperor and get this devastated country, and our wish can be fulfilled because of this-as long as you become strong enough, so that I can assist you to become the supreme emperor.”

At this moment, I seemed to hear crying. I heard the cries of the villagers who burned down the village, I saw the tears in the heart of the insensitive knight, I felt the darkness and suffering that shrouded this country, and even the entire human civilization-all living beings are suffering, class divisions, Oppression and exploitation are inherently part of civilization.

And the source of all this pain is that in this miraculous world, like a mortal without miracles, there is no power.

【belief】

After that, faith took root in my heart.

I began to pursue strength and power. I began to tap the potential in my body that I had never discovered before. After arriving at the front line, I continued to fight with the orcs and fight with the army. I was bloodied day by day and wounded again and again. My madness made the orcs. I was also terrified, and my allies were panicked because of my strength. One day, I stood alone in the army, the Orc Central Army was on the Tatarus Plateau, and the three orc generals were killed. I became a legend and defeated. After all the competitors, the ministers with secret thoughts bowed their heads, and the great aristocrats with different schemes acquiesced, thus sitting on the throne of the’emperor’.

Since then, I have sworn an oath that I will use my will to transform the world-and that is the power of my legend.

——At this moment, in the golden cocoon of divine power, the awakened **** unconsciously opened his eyes, revealing his golden-orange pupils like the sun.

The huge cocoon of divine power began to burn, illusory, but real, the endless divine power turned into endless flames in the atmosphere, and began to forge the body for the true **** that is about to be born.

And at this time.

‘I’ recalled the memory of becoming the emperor.

It was even a darker, more gloomy memory than the front line full of blood and corpses.

That is the root of all darkness shrouded in civilization.

Wrapped in the appearance of peace and humility, the nobles’ sinister political struggles and conspiracies; lurking under the surface of the harmony of the imperial capital are the secret exploitation and oppression of the major forces. But this is actually good. Local aristocrats add taxes at will and make up laws arbitrarily. They demand the exercise of the right of the first night and recruit free people to become their own farmers at will; they annex the land, take arrogance, and regard the law, glory, responsibility and Human dignity is nothing.

The nobles, the strong and the big merchants are aloof. They hold wealth and power, so they can abuse civilians at will, and treat ordinary people as beasts. What supports them in doing all this is the rights granted to them by the laws of the empire, as well as extraordinary powers. Their violence.

The empire at that time was like a rotten corpse. Years of war with the orcs hollowed out all the foundations that could maintain a calm situation. It morbidly made the powerful and nobles possessing too much power and imperial power. Compromise with them time and time again, the rights are handed over again and again, so that those who should have served as shelters become evil dragons exploiting blood and sweat-but is the imperial power any better? As the largest nobleman and the most violent, the entire country transports enough resources to launch a small campaign to the imperial capital every month. Numerous rare treasures and precious extraordinary resources are searched and offered, just to satisfy the royal family. A family’s daily needs.

In the past, I thought it was right-because I was a son of the royal family, my family protected the entire empire, and their dedication was right.

vomit.

Merely remembering, I feel nauseous and vomiting. Those who brazenly show off their wealth, show off their mines, show off their strength, have never thought about how many bones are behind them. Every time I take magic potions, I can’t help thinking. How many people’s hardships and blood and tears congealed behind this-but at that time, even if I knew all this, I couldn’t do it. I even talked to them with a smile, listened to their flattery and flattery, endured nausea, let these The **** humanoid devil kisses my scepter.

As for why, the answer is simple.

The nobles nowadays are at most torturing and killing their own “property” on their own territories, and oppressing them “just right” can oppress the serfs. This is the order that has been passed down for thousands of years, and they also need servants to serve, so no matter how crazy everything is , There is also a degree-but if they are killed at will, the power foundation of the entire empire will be turbulent, and the result may be that millions of people are displaced, or even tens of millions of people fall into disaster, other rabbits and foxes in the empire will hurt them The local aristocracy might start a civil war in order to resist, causing this huge empire to be shaken by storm.

The consequence of random and willfulness may be that everything I have fought on the battlefield is reduced to zero, and I have paid countless blood and sweat, and even at the cost of my almost incurable hidden wounds, I barely suppressed the people in the Tatarus Plateau. Perhaps the orcs will take advantage of the situation to counterattack. When we are busy with the civil war, we will reoccupy a large area of ​​high-quality pastures in the Northwest Plain and restore the vitality we have lost in the past ten years.

The building cannot be tilted-at least not now.

Orcs. noble. Underworld. Extraordinary people who want to act recklessly, and civilians who have no resistance. Empire’s abscesses, weakness, and tumors, I once vowed that I would change all of these, this is my belief, the belief that supports me to become a legend and become strong-I tried my last strength to solve one of the problems, But I have no extra power to eradicate other problems.

The dark injury dragged me down.

Feeling the most blasphemous and evil curse of the orc high priest, is constantly consuming the few remaining lives of him, even me at that time fell into decadence.

“Not enough time…can’t you change all of this?!”

“Even if you are an emperor and become an emperor, can’t you?!”

Me, can’t it? !

Seeing my children also grow up in the royal environment, they have gradually become the same as my father and brother in the past, but none of them, none of them can get the enlightenment of me… I send my eldest son to the people, hope he I can feel the suffering of civilians. I sent my second son into the army, hoping that he could feel the fierceness of the war, but they all disappointed me. The eldest son was bought by the nobleman and became the most traditional nobleman. The second son regarded revenge and strength. For the sole purpose, I don’t care about the sorrows of the people… Anger is mixed with despair, burning my heart, making me decadent and irritable, and even self-defeating, and I once thought how good it would be to die just like this.

——But faith.

Only faith cannot be forgotten.

The belief to change everything in this darkness keeps me alive and lingering. I sit on the throne indifferently, waiting for death to come, and when facing this enemy, I try not to let myself forget my original intentions and become the most annoying I have ever been. Kind of person.

Until that day comes.

A small imperial capital riot, a familiar black-haired warrior, he solved the problem easily, and then sent me a pure divine crystal.

——Strength.

Below the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Field, in the sealed hall, the surface of the golden cocoon of divine power began to peel off little by little, and it could be seen that a human figure exuding infinite light was gradually peeling from the cocoon.

-Everything comes from here.

Because of the mighty power, the extraordinary powerhouses will become the rulers and nobles that the extraordinary civilization deserves. Whether they look at things, do things, or daily life, they look at things from the perspective of ordinary people without extraordinary powers, and ‘weak people’ who have nothing. In essence, they are not the same race or the same kind of life.

And the identity of “Emperor” is the same in a certain sense.

The pain, troubles and sorrows of civilians cannot be felt by them.

The hometown blocked by mountains, the rugged road leading to the outside world; the narrow and dangerous living space between the valley and the mountain; the inconvenient transportation in the north, the province where the mountains are covered by heavy snow every winter…all ordinary people can clearly feel The hardship and torture of the strong, whether it is climate change, geographic location, or the trouble of returning to and from the cumbersome hometown area, the strong can’t feel it.

Because they can fly, they can open mountains, they can chop, they can change the weather, they can control the weather, even if they don’t have such a powerful force, they can easily ignore all this-they don’t feel the pain at all.

The strong can never see the inconvenience of the weak…so extraordinary civilizations are extremely difficult to be changed. They have no needs, and naturally they will not want to make progress.

Unless there is such a person.

A sincere person who is willing to help the weak, protect the weak, and want to make the weak stronger.

A person who represents ‘justice’ and possesses ‘power’.

——At least, he hopes that the weak have the power to live a lifetime with dignity.

“I want to thank you, Secretary Radcliffe.”

In the cocoon of divine power, Shining humanoid whispered to himself: “You have given me the crystal of divine nature, giving me further power. Your presence has shocked many nobles, attracted firepower, and made Teacher Nostradamus. You can also become a legend with peace of mind, and you also support my idea, and it is better than my best dream. In just a few years, you have also become a legend.”

One legend can’t solve a thing, two legends can try, and three legends will inevitably succeed.

There is no thing in the world of Mycroft that can resist the combination of the three legends, even if it is the system that has been passed down for thousands of years and the resistance of countless nobles.

In the endless source, the thinking and will of countless people are invading my will and washing my beliefs, but these fragile things can no longer affect me-I recalled more things, I thought of the Skynet system, of the Throne of Surveillance, of the sins burned by my own hands, of the nobles that ended up, and the’strong men’ that I used to oppress other people.

I recalled the Transcendental Academy established by Teacher Nostradamus. I recalled the increasing number of civilian Transcendents in the Empire. I recalled being scolded by my queen, saying that I was destroying myself. The foundation of the throne and the notice, I recalled that the nobles united in fear, shouting, “The emperor is crazy,” saying that I was a gravedigger for myself.

They don’t understand anything, they don’t understand anything-I don’t blame them, because they think they are ‘strong’ in front of me, and they are also ‘weak’.

“I know.”

——In this world ruled by the strong, in this history of writing stories by the strong, the weak always have no role.

They are misery that will not be recorded in the book, and the number of deaths that will not be stated clearly. They are heavy taxes that have never been described in adventure stories. They are the invisible poor people of knights and adventurers who go to the ruins and forests. Behind the vast fields that seem to be every day, a brief meal twice or even once a day.

They are always forgotten and ignored. They have supported the backbone of this world, but they have not received any due respect.

but I.

God.

“Israel”, will not forget, ignore.

The strength and belief of this mankind came from the desperate crying of the villagers on the border and the weak forty-three years ago.

[There is no need for the weak to exist-the history of civilization is the process by which the strong continue to defeat the weak! 】

The magnificent voice came, coming from a different world, and belief in a civilization from another world came across time and space. It was a real alien that was completely different from human beings from the foundation of its birth, whether it was the process of civilization development or the social form. Their voices are loud and their convictions are firm.

Wrong, so wrong!

There is no need for the weak to exist-because the purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to make the weak also work hard to become the strong, so that the strong can also recall that they were also weak, and the purpose of dividing the strong and the weak is to make all The weak become the strong, and the next cycle begins!

Civilization is the process by which the weak become the strong!

Civilization is the process by which justice gains power!

The history of civilization is the process of continuous growth and progress of the weak, gaining convictions, firm goals, overcoming all difficulties step by step, and then becoming strong and bearing everything!

——In the light cocoon, behind the human form of divine power, runes like the sun condensed, and the divine light began to spread, causing the entire hall to be filled with gentle but strong divine power.

Israel, completely awakened from Dayuan’s dream, opened his eyes and stared at the world he had been separated from for so many years again.

[Prince generals, would you rather have a kind? 】

Even so, but the princes and generals, in this world with extraordinary power and blood heritage, there is really a kind.

He himself is this product

Ordinary people who want to be strong need to work ten times, a hundred times, and ten thousand times, than a strong man like him, but doesn’t he work hard? He suffers from snacks, and the training he has received is ten times more scientific than ordinary people, and he works ten times a hundred times, he doesn’t even need to care about life, he just needs to care about getting stronger!

However, can it be said that the strong can only rely on their strength to shear the wool to strengthen themselves like shepherding a flock of sheep?

However, can it be said that the strong must suppress everyone, maintain their own strength advantage, and maintain their own rule?

——This is wrong.

If after the strong, there can be no stronger, if the strong becomes a herder who can only control the weak-if the strong degenerates, do not pursue the strongest, but only pursue the weaker people who can manage themselves, Become a despicable person who’makes others weaker in order to become strong’.

Then an extraordinary civilization will come to an end.

Because among them, no stronger existence will be born, this civilization will become weaker and weaker, more and more humble, and finally disappear silently in the cycle of time, or encounter the powerful existence of other worlds, and perish in wailing. .

“Everyone must be strong.”

“Everyone must have a chance.”

Therefore, princes and generals are available to everyone.

The cocoon of divine power was shattered, and endless light overflowed from the sun-like sacred emblem of the gods, warm and powerful, so bright and eye-catching.

Israel clenched his fists, and the human form composed of brilliance gradually condensed into the form of a man. The former emperor, now the newly born **** of justice and power raised his head and looked at the surface, his eyes seemed to penetrate the void , Saw the star gate of the galaxy that was gradually opening.

Justice…justice is power, justice is power!

My strength comes from faith and is born for all beings!

[Civilization is the process by which the strong defeat the weak——Civilization is the process by which the weak become strong]

The opposite voice came from the other side of the star gate of the galaxy. It was the voice of God, the divine nature of the priesthood, the “voice of the enemy” that could be sensed by the true God, and burst out from the great source of the multiverse.

“That is my enemy, the enemy of order.”

God said to himself like this, but Israel was not flustered about it, on the contrary, He even smiled.

Because besides that, He also heard familiar, cordial, and friend voices.

“Come on, Israel!”

A man is magnificent and deep, as if he is also smiling, across the void and galaxy, directly transmitted into his heart: “Come on, fight with me!”

Haha~www.wuxiax.com~ The image of the man composed of brilliance chuckled, and with the chuckle, the endless divine power began to condense, and the dark golden hair appeared together with the face of the former emperor, and then was shrouded in gold Among his helmets, the sturdy and heavy armor of supernatural power that covers his whole body is inscribed with a simple sun sacred emblem, and the scarlet cloak is behind him. It is tossed by the turbulent wind, making the sound of hunting. It is smeared with blood, countless The blood of the victims reminds the gods of the faith that he vowed to fulfill forever.

The golden divine light condensed, punching a straight line through the surface of the gods, Israel jumped up, and in the process of heading to the void, he felt countless gazes-divine, powerful , Weak, admired, surprised-he felt his teacher’s gaze, the old mage who had fulfilled his wish, almost fulfilling his former ideals, looked at him with relief and emotion. Everyone and the gods are there. At this time, a way was opened, and they gave up this opportunity with them.

And the gods did not hesitate, and turned into a golden orange light like the sun, and flew towards the gradually opening and expanding galaxy star gate. The light was mighty and bright, as if it was going to shine through the entire darkness. Galaxy.

“I’m coming!”

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