Chapter 451
"This is war." Yun Yi looked at the charred corpses of the Desolate on the side of the road, his eyes filled with pity.
"We are pioneers. The Celestials are a race that emerged from the Desolate, and in just a few decades, our civilization has developed to a level that others cannot help but admire." Po Nan, whom Yun Yi had not seen for a long time, was standing beside him.
"All sacrifices are just labor pains. Everything we do today is for the prosperity of our race in the future. We believe that they will blossom into a brilliant flower of civilization, walk out of the Desolate Sacrifice World, and achieve everything we can't!!" Many parts of Ponan's body were wrapped in bandages.
As a member of the Celestial Special Forces, apart from a small amount of time recuperating in the rear and doing some administrative work, he spent most of his time behind enemy lines. He was the one who set up the information shielding device at the mouth of the Dong River.
"Yes." Yun Yi nodded. Although the life potential of the Celestials was flawed, in terms of civilization, they surpassed the Desolate.
The Desolate wanted to start a war to maintain their position as the overlord. They thought that their generation was the strongest of the Desolate, and they were creating a history that would be admired by future generations. If they won the war, then even if they did not degenerate into tribes, they would split into many countries and continue to fight among themselves in the Desolate Sacrifice World.
This was the limitation of the Desolate's consciousness, and also the limitation of the Desolate. In other words, the Desolate's civilization had reached its end. If they wanted to progress, they needed change, and this change needed to be settled. Even the Desolate's consciousness could only push the Desolate to form a wartime allied country.
The Celestials, on the other hand, wanted to make up for the flaws of their own civilization. Countless Celestials took over, and everything they did today was to make the Celestial race stronger.
When Yun Yi became the Deputy Minister of Science and Technology, he gained full access to the Celestial's internal knowledge base. Yun Yi had some understanding of the world and the protagonist's halo. He even vaguely knew the relationship between the Lord of Disaster and Negri, but there was no evidence.
This was not a concealment, but because this evidence was related to the fight for power in this world. This kind of crucial information was not suitable to be released now.
He had seen Po Nan's mission report, and understood the cause and effect of his rescue. He had even met Negri, and through Negri, he had observed the sea of past information. In the future, his fate was the most likely future.
In that future, he would be Meng Luo's most reliable assistant. He would become a high-level Desolate, and worry about all sorts of problems for Meng Luo. Many years later, he would die as the Minister of Education of the Desolate United.
Of that Yun Yi's life was much more glorious than others, and he had never lacked of enjoyment. But of the present Yun Yi thought of this. Yun Yi's life.
In the face of truth and peace, that kind of life might not be bad for ordinary people. However, Yun Yi knew that such a life was a lost one. His soul was entangled by some information that seemed ridiculous to him. He could not look straight into his own heart and was obsessed with some useless things.
In the face of truth and peace, that kind of life might be good for ordinary people. But Yun Yi knew that that kind of life was confusing. His soul was entangled by some information that seemed ridiculous to him. He could not look straight into his heart, and he was obsessed with some useless things.
Yun Yi was indeed confused when he first learned of those so-called futures. He knew very well that the future was a future derived from the sea of past information of the entire world. This meant that the future was almost real.
This sense of separation between the present and the future was a shock to Yun Yi. But it was this shock that made him understand the path of eternal peace more deeply, and he also understood the difference between Deva and Desolate Man.
Deva was a race born from receiving Negri's information. Their bloodline was indeed different from Desolate Man's due to this information, but the real difference was in their thinking.
Yun Yi, who had experienced the two modes of thinking, recognized Deva more.
Yun Yi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked at the burnt corpses of the Desolate Man below. His eyes had calmed down. He did feel sad for these inferior Desolate Man who had been attacked and killed. After all, he was once a Desolate Man. But this sadness would no longer be an obstacle to his soul. Instead, it helped him.
"The difference between Deva and Desolate Man lies in their thinking, their spirit, their culture, and not in their bloodline. This is also the reason why I can occupy such a high position." Yun Yi understood that it was inevitable for an advanced civilization to defeat an underdeveloped one.
From some of the traces in the surroundings, it could be seen that these Desolate Man lived in a deformed social system. They had no chance to shine. They did not even live for the sake of living. The only meaning of their existence was to provide resources for the warriors of the upper class.
"Our goal is to liberate the Desolate Sacrifice World and liberate the lives in it from ignorance. The Desolate Man will definitely perish, but they will not be killed. Instead, their thinking will be liberated. They will break through the limitations of the Desolate Man and transform into a new individual."
After Yun Yi understood this, he felt that more and more things were gathering towards him. Thinking of some information, Yun Yi smiled. That person must be anxious.
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"Bam!" A Desolate Man herald flew backward and smashed open the door, landing on the ground outside. He struggled in pain on the ground, but the Desolate soldiers standing guard did not dare to carry him for treatment. Not long after, the herald died.
President Meng Luo had become more and more irritable these days. He could feel that things that belonged to him were rapidly slipping away. Starting from the moment he lost his arm, the speed of this slipping away suddenly increased.
What Meng Luo did not understand was that this was the reason why the basic consciousness of the world had begun to favor Yun Yi. As the protagonist of the Desolate Man, his luck was rapidly declining. If not for the consciousness of the Desolate Man, which was one-third of the world's consciousness, protecting him, it would not be long before he died from the rage in the totem.
As the protagonist of the world, Meng Luo was born with authority and a mission. His mission was to digest the information brought about by Negri's attack and further develop the Desolate Sacrifice World. Authority and mission affected each other.
Under normal circumstances, even if the protagonist did poorly, it would be difficult for the protagonist halo to change. However, The Unreachable Door had opened a gap in the protagonist halo. Yun Yi had broken through his original fate and become the alternate protagonist.
When the will of Negri and the consciousness of the Desolate Man were fighting, the deciding factor of the protagonist's fate was who could better complete the mission.
Meng Luo was already in a half-crippled state. Back then, he had been eager to succeed by devouring others to strengthen himself. Although he had suppressed the resentment, his personality had become more and more violent. If he was still the protagonist, everything would be fine.
But with the loss of luck, he gradually lost control. This time, when he learned that the Celestials had launched an all-out attack from the mouth of the Dong River and used lightning tactics to flatten most of the territory, Meng Luo directly struck the herald and sent him flying.
Meng Luo knew that he was finished. The Desolate Man was finished. The strategic failure had caused the Desolate Man to lose their logistics. The entire civilization was already at a disadvantage, and the strategic mistake had caused the Desolate Man to fall into the abyss.
"There's only one way now." The red light in Meng Luo's eyes slowly lit up. The war between races was a battle of attrition and supplies. If the Desolate Man were to fight the Celestials in their current state, they might be evenly matched in the beginning. However, it could be predicted that as their supplies ran out, the combat power of the Desolate Man would rapidly decline until they were defeated by the Celestials.
The malformed social system of the Desolate Man, which had been forcibly twisted together by the consciousness of the Desolate Man, had its drawbacks exposed at this moment.
When the two races confronted each other head-on, the Desolate Man still had a chance of winning. However, due to the limitations of their thinking, they had not expected the Celestials to take the initiative to attack. Even the consciousness of the Desolate Man did not realize this. After all, the Celestials would benefit if they dragged on.
From the perspective of the consciousness of the Desolate Man, if they had such an advantage, they would definitely choose to stall for time. However, the leaders of the malformed United Nations of the Desolate were a bunch of people who only cared about combat power and lacked the corresponding qualities for large-scale wars.
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