latent syndrome.

Chapter 406 405. A Real Man

This kind of counterbalance.

It can no longer be called a battle, it is not a fight between cold weapons, and there is not even any gunfire, everything is abstract and vague.

The dissolving Joseph whizzed by from all directions frequently like a passing wind of fear, grotesque, twisted and pathetic for thousands of years or even longer.

Formed a kind of extreme art.

This art is not magic, nor is it a card trick of a performer, but a plundered human frenzy that has nowhere to go.

It was not the technique released by Joseph.

It is a kind of "charm" of the whole history.

As a result, for a long time, the exploration of metaphysics has been completely stopped, and all things have become metaphysical and more concrete. Everything is just for practicality, and the pure things and insights have been lost.

When looking back at the entire history of the world, everything that can be called a theory or system means that it criticizes the established ideas prevailing at that time, thus inventing a whole new set of interpretive language.

People fall into a fetish of utility and explanation.

Once upon a time people knew where the purpose was, they just didn't have the means to get there.

Today people have a means to get there, but they have lost their purpose.

As a result, history cannot be freed from the control of phenomenology.

All ordinary people yearn to reach a connection with the deep world, and those obsessive obsessions and the "art" of building bridges with truth are all suspended by Joseph.

If Arnold is the destruction and fury of the entire ancient history of mankind.

Then this is, the mourning and... resentment of the entire ancient history of mankind.

Like a nightmare, full of fear and the unknown.

Baked fetuses on witches' sabbaths, hideous crones looking in mirrors, lakes of blood haunted by fallen angels.

All the incantations, the blasphemy, those dirges.

All hymns, raptures, cries, and tears.

formless.

Just like the wind of thought, it pours into every gap in Di Yu's body, enters the nose, pierces the eyes, penetrates the eardrum, and slides along the inner wall of each pipe.

One idea, one form, one being.

The leaden muddy river of Styx poured into his brain.

Even though Di Yu tore open his own skull and scooped up the ominous water with his hands, trying to get the ominous water outside, but they penetrated the cortex, the soul, and the consciousness of Di Yu.

To lure him into the depths of a great nightmare, to struggle with his hands in the mud, was also like walking down endless steps without a handrail.

This is everyone's nightmare.

It is also the news broadcast in the picture tube television.

It was something that Di Yu had seen countless times before.

The physical world.

no reflection.

It will only solidify itself more and more until it completely eliminates human will.

Everything is just a "shadow play" of the undead caused by practicality, efficiency, and power.

Once you realize this.

I can no longer break free.

Di Kuo fought against the grief and resentment of the undead throughout history.

And Di Yu already knew.

By the time Joseph's true nature was revealed, Dikrow had already won.

No one can resist the whole history.

Except Di Kuo.

Because he's been doing that for a long time, and quite successfully.

Whether it is self-blasphemy, killing, blasting, terrorist attacks.

Even.

Doomsday, nuclear winter.

He's been following through on this all along.

On the empty throne of power, against the non-existent, or possibly existing, Cyber ​​God.

It was born in response to disaster.

This world is your cradle and your trap.

If you find a way out of your own limitations, that too is a trap, and the thought of escaping the trap only strengthens the trap more and more.

Don't do what you want to do, what you have been trained to be completely wrong or even abhorrent.

A person's birth is a mistake that takes a lifetime to correct.

And Di Kuo is the highest official of the entire "revision" organization.

Worker bees can fly away and drones can leave.

Only the queen bee is enslaved forever.

Practical and explain the historical narrative infiltrated by superstition, and are intervened, influenced, and operated by the cyber god in a hidden way.

in this system.

the sum of all remainders.

Di Kuo.

There must be a break.

Embers from the fallout of a nuclear winter drift across the wasteland.

It's like nothing happened.

Both of them stood there extremely calmly, as if all the confrontation had already been completed in another world.

A faint trace of blood oozed from the corner of Joseph's mouth, but he wiped it away without a trace.

"We are already outside number and being."

"It has come to the most important connection point in the return of all things."

"You're even crazy to the point..."

"Do you want to disobey even this kind of power?"

The reason why Joseph entered the SCT was precisely to see this final cycle and reach the root.

But the person in front of him is completely blind, and his purpose is not even to disrupt order and power.

Now he even wants to destroy the truth.

"Do not."

"My madness has long since ended."

"But you're a little bit right."

"I'm going to slaughter the guy behind the proxy like a coward."

As far as Di Yu is concerned, he has not hesitated or wavered in the slightest, he does not even believe in the truth, just like what he has done.

Only by abandoning everything can we move on.

Only by dying can one live.

Only disintegrates the truth.

Only then can there be true freedom.

For him...

Truth is the throne of power, the cyber god behind everything, the abyss of stars, and primordial chaos.

Only everything collapses, the Patriarch of the Patriarch, the God of God.

until the God of God.

are dead.

Only then was there a break.

"Only in peace."

Di Yu continued to add.

Joseph clapped his hands weakly and lightly, as if he was applauding something that was unnecessary.

"I know about your tricks, your organization of freaks who all shave their hair short like you."

"This is called……"

"Is he really a man?"

Even though Joseph had lived for thousands of years, he had never seen even one person who resembled Di Kuo, even though some people only wanted to see everything burn, that was driven by some kind of power.

But this man.

It seems to be just the fire that burns the entire chaos, itself.

"what……"

"Indeed it is, Joseph."

"Indeed."

"I'm the way everyone wants to be when I'm killing people, the way everyone wants to be when I fuck those women."

"It's the same as it is now."

"Kill you..."

"A second-rate character."

"You're only second."

Di Kuo stopped talking nonsense, and didn't even bother to use the vision. He just walked straight towards Joseph and rolled up his sleeves.

In a real man's way.

Use this body with a great will to beat it to death.

It seems to be some kind of subtle tacit understanding.

Joseph also stopped using boring techniques, and moved his muscles and bones.

(End of this chapter)