OBS Chapter 1056: Can’t Hold So Much
Chapter 1056: Can’t Hold So Much
Chapter 1056: Can’t Hold So Much
Ange subconsciously followed and ran, a sense of déjà vu emerged in his soul. How could this scene seem to have happened before? And why was he running? My fruit tree.
After reacting, Ang patted the lich's head and then stopped.
The lich was stunned by his slap, holding his head and looking at him: "Hit me, why?"
Ange said: "Why, run."
The lich said hastily, "Don't run, they'll hit you."
"They hit you, why?" Ang asked curiously.
The lich said: "He, steals things, I, break my neck, and they beat me."
Ange looked at him suspiciously. How dare he break someone's neck with such a cowardly look? He didn't dare to say anything even though he broke his calf himself.
Seeing that Ang had no intention of running away, the lich looked around, picked up a bone stick and held it in his hand, stood with Ang, and roared fiercely to give himself courage.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to make a move. Those corpse witch skeletons rushed to Ang, and fell to the ground without saying a word. Ang just glared at them. The lich in the front was indeed headless.
The gap in rank was so huge that whoever they glared at would basically fall apart. More than a dozen skeleton liches splattered on the ground, struggling in fear.
Ang ignored them and returned to his pit.
Not long after, a series of light footsteps were heard. Ang used his mind to look out and saw that the lich was reconnecting the joints of those broken liches, helping them up, and then he helped the guy in the lead with his head drooping and roared viciously a few times.
The crooked-headed lich nodded hurriedly, then bypassed Ang's pit and staggered away with a few of his brothers.
As for the remaining mindless skeleton zombies, the lich first twisted off the head of one of them, then stuffed the remaining soul fires into the head and handed it to Ang.
Ange shook his head to indicate no, and the lich happily devoured the soul fire himself.
It seems that the undead world here is as cruel as other places, but why did he let those intelligent liches go?
When asked this question, the lich said: "The teacher said that wisdom is not easy and cannot be killed."
Ang thought of the hundreds of thousands of intelligent undead creatures here and wondered where the trouble was. But after thinking about it, he was too lazy to ask and just lay down in the pit.
Half a day later, Nagris flew back and saw the trench and two pits covered with cloth on the ground. He also saw the strange lich and had to lift Ange up. He almost pissed him off after asking, "Why don't you ask who his teacher is?"
Ange turned to the lich and asked, "Who is your teacher?"
The lich responded: "Call me teacher."
"Pfft...what's your name? What's your teacher's name? He must have a name, right? Also, what's your name? Why are you here? How did you know Ang?" asked Nagris.
"The teacher doesn't allow me to tell you his name. My name is Scrooge." said the lich.
Negris blinked in confusion, "Did your teacher break the law? Why won't you be allowed to say his name? Where is your teacher?"
Scrooge shook his head: "The teacher is dead. The teacher did not break the law, but the teacher said that as long as the saints are alive, there will be thieves, so he doesn't let us mention his name."
Nagris was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean? As long as the Holy God is alive, the Thief Saint will not stop?"
This sentence may seem incomprehensible at first, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to contain some profound philosophy. But the problem is that Negris doesn't understand what it means.
Are you kidding me? I am the god of knowledge, how can I not understand?
"Anthony, Anthony, come here." Negris looked for help.
Anthony rushed over and was stunned for a long time after hearing this. He murmured, "Holy means God's will. Holy Spirit is the 'God' of God's will? In other words, God's will is materialized and becomes a sacred will?"
Anthony slapped his thigh fiercely after muttering this: "So the popular understanding is that as long as the deified 'God's Will' does not die, the act of stealing 'God's Will' will not end?"
Scrooge stared blankly.
"Is that what you mean?" Anthony asked, looking at Scrooge.
Scrooge lowered his head in shame: "I don't know what the teacher means. He just said this and asked us not to mention his name. Can you interpret his words? Are you also a wise man?"
Anthony sighed and said with deep emotion: "Your teacher is a true wise man. In fact, I noticed this phenomenon a long time ago. I didn't expect your teacher to summarize it in one sentence. It's amazing. It made me think through many things all of a sudden."
Negris asked in confusion: "What's going on? Why can't I understand what you are saying?"
Anthony thought for a while and said, "Let me give you an example. A long time ago, there was a wise man. His words were full of philosophy, which made people think and follow his words, live and work, and reproduce. But after a period of time, this wise man died. What would happen?"
Negris said: "What can happen? Everyone continues to live, work, and reproduce. There are many wise men in this world, and the void will not change for one or two wise men. What can happen?"
"Yes, but the words of this wise man make so much sense. We have all followed his words for so long. If suddenly one day, someone wants to raise silkworms, grow cotton and weave cloth, but the wise man has never said anything about raising silkworms and weaving cloth, then can he raise silkworms and weave cloth?" Anthony asked.
After all, Nagris was a god of knowledge with rich common sense, and he immediately understood what Anthony wanted to express: "Will the words of the wise become shackles that restrict their progress?"
"Yes, we seek guidance from wise men for everything we do, and we don't do anything that wise men haven't said. But the world is moving forward. If there were no silk masks before, we wouldn't be allowed to use them. If there were no salt rice before, we wouldn't be allowed to eat it. This is 'the immortality of the Holy Spirit'," said Anthony.
"Beat him to death." Ang said suddenly. How dare someone stop us from eating salty rice?
Negris quickly comforted him: "It's just a metaphor. No one dares to forbid others from eating salty rice. It's just a metaphor."
Anthony also said quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, metaphorically, the immortality of the Holy Spirit is just a shackle, but what is more terrifying is the thief who steals the will of God, falsely conveys God's decree, and misinterprets the words of the wise. The thief is the most terrifying guy. There is only one God, but there can be many thieves. They use the name of God to split everyone's mind and make them fall into endless fighting... Why are you looking at me?"
Negris quickly said, "No, no, no, I thought you were introducing yourself, go on."
Anthony's face turned red, and he continued, "So this wise man asked others not to mention his name, which is a process of disenchantment. He wants his wisdom to be passed down, but not his name to be passed down. He wants others to not deify him, so that this situation can be avoided."
Nagris was a little confused: "But in this way, others will not know that this is his wisdom? If his name can be passed down, maybe one day, others will call his name, and let him condense the divine fire and revive again?"
Anthony nodded. "That's the theory, but the God of Arbitration was reborn because his believers called out his name and ignited the divine fire. But do you think he is still the fair and selfless hero he was when he was a human?"
Nagris shook his head vigorously. The scene that impressed him most about the God of Arbitration was the scene where he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of devout believers in the Broken Swamp and launched the world-destroying judgment.
How could a just and selfless hero do this? If there was any humanity left in him, he would never do such a thing.
"So, like his teacher, abandoning all false reputation is the most admirable behavior." Anthony turned to Scrooge and said, "What is the name of your teacher?"
"Uh..." Scrooge paused.
Negris said unhappily, "You just spoke so highly of him, and now you're asking him the name of his teacher? How can you give up the empty reputation?"
"I just want to know the name of this wise man and pay my respects to him, but I won't sing his name," Anthony said.
That was exactly what Scrooge wanted. He had a wise teacher, but he couldn't tell his name. It was just like having a luminous bracelet that he couldn't show off to others. It was so suffocating: "Oh, my teacher's name is Ulsman."
"Ursman," Anthony whispered.
"Ulsman?" Negris whispered.
"Ulsman." Ang whispered. It didn't matter if others recited it. As soon as Ang finished, countless stars gathered towards him and gradually formed a phantom in front of him.
Everyone was stunned, only Negris said unhappily: "Hey, why did you create another heroic spirit? My place is too small to accommodate so many heroic spirits."
Thank you Mijia for the reward.
(End of this chapter)