Collapse, surrender to me!

The soul foundation of a hundred thousand people, the synchronized order, if this cycle is not broken, it will be useless even if we fight for a year.

"If dreams are no different from reality, can they still be called fake? If you kill your companions here, the same reflection will occur in reality."

Shen Zhuri’s words made San Yue Qi’s face turn pale.

"I will create paradise again with my perfect command!"

"Brother, forget it." The robin suddenly appeared.

"I won't look back, robin, please step back." Shen Zhuri refused.

"You know this is not what they want, nor is it the paradise they expect," pleaded the robin.

"But fools do not know the way forward, so I must guide them."

God sighs on Lord's Day.

"This is the last peace talk, let's end it here."

He stood up.

"All the work of creation is finished, and the day of no doubt has come."

"Fetus of philosophy, reshape the world for us!"

Plato has a philosophy book called "The Republic".

The philosopher king is Plato's ideal political leader. Plato believes that this position should be reserved for the most curious, kind, just, good, and altruistic people in society. In his mind, these people are philosophers.

The most virtuous and just person in a society.

And in this society, the state has enormous totalitarian power and control over the people.

Use one person's morality to guide other people.

This is his ideal country.

Likewise, it’s a similar idea on Sunday.

When the fetus of philosophy is born, the ideal country will welcome the philosopher king.

"elder brother!"

The robin was anxious.

His brother left no way out for himself.

With 100,000 souls as the foundation and the Dharma Eye as the basis, the most just judgment will be made. Sunday himself will become the placenta for the birth of the Philosopher King, giving him the power of order.

Compared with the original plan.

Sunday's was even more extreme.

He didn't know how long he could hold on as time passed by if he carried this new paradise on his own.

Then use the Eye of Dharma to forge the Eye of Heaven in Paradise, carry out punishment on behalf of Heaven, be impartial and selfless, and then sacrifice yourself to grant the newborn philosopher-king the authority of order.

It is much better than bearing it on his own will.

The breath of Sunday gradually fell.

Instead, a divinity quietly rose from the fetus of philosophy.

"It is not you who created everything, but man who created you! With your divine guidance, lay the foundation for my paradise!"

"Brother, you can't die!"

From its childhood to its adulthood, the robin had never been so panicked.

Even when Sunday usurped the throne, she never thought that her brother would die.

So she began to sing.

The strange yet familiar melody belongs neither to harmony nor to order, but to exploration.

This is the original sound of Pinocchio.

boom!

Amidst a huge roar.

A star train condensed with pioneering will, spanning time and, guided by the singing, crashed towards us!

However, a huge hand stretched out and blocked the impact of the train.

"Taiyi, come back as you are called!"

Following that huge palm.

Everyone's eyes extended upwards.

What he saw was not the face of Taichi in the legend.

But his face is somewhat similar to Sunday.

But there is no expression, no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness, it is so strange.

There is a Dharma eye between the eyebrows, which sees through the world.

It is not Taiyi.

It's not Sunday either.

It is the god of Paradise, but it carries the will of Sunday, forever and ever.

It stepped out of the void and reached out to the philosophical fetus, wanting to merge into one.

"What should we do now?!"

Xing was at a loss and looked at Jizi and Walter.

"Two ways."

Jizi said.

"First, try summoning Grayshu. Even if Grayshu can't handle this thing, the Kyubey next to her will definitely be able to handle it."

"What about the second one?"

Where can she find Grayshu now?

"The second one is to summon the Star Train."

"Didn't Robin try it just now? Although the opponent was slightly injured, it didn't look like a serious problem."

"I'm talking about summoning the real Star Train."

"what?"

For the first time, Xing knew that the Star Train could...

But if you think about it, there doesn't seem to be any problem.

The Starry Sky Train doesn't run on rails, so it can crash into anything it wants.

"Can it be done?"

"can."

Although Ji Zi said this, she still made a phone call with some pain.

"Is it Palu?"

"Pam! I'm Pam!"

On the other side of the phone, Palu corrected angrily.

But soon, Pam's expression turned serious.

……

On the other side, Xing watched Ji Zi hang up the phone before she could ask.

The sky of Taiyi’s dream was torn apart.

Open up! Open up!

A train roared out.

Xing saw the Star Train in its current appearance for the first time.

The shadow of Akivali was vaguely visible in the front of the car where Pam was, and the originally empty cabin was now full of people.

Those people were all unknown passengers who had boarded the bus.

Just like the three people who got off at Pinocchio, these unknown passengers will also be dispersed by the journey.

But their faith never faded.

The Starry Sky Train carries their most precious memories.

Countless nameless guests, with different beliefs, rushed towards the new Lord of Order like a torrent.

The chaotic yet firm belief instantly shattered the neat and orderly melody.

The sky is falling apart.

The silent consciousness on Sunday gradually awakened in the torrent of exploration.

Every belief of the unknown guest that passed by him made him freeze in his tracks.

If order is a cage for weak birds.

Then pioneering is to extend the wings for birds that cannot fly.

He watched the unknown guests passing by him one after another.

These people are probably all dead.

Died on the road of development.

The universe is dangerous for most people. Akivalli does not refuse weak people from getting on board, because the future of those people has actually already been determined.

But those people did not regret it.

He seemed to understand his sister a little bit.

Perhaps his paradise needs some further improvement.

……

Compared to standing blankly in mid-air, Sunday was picked up by his sister.

The members of the Star Train stared blankly at the smashed face of the philosophical fetus.

There is also the Starry Sky Train which has suffered level five damage.

"Jizi, how much did you spend on repairing the train..."

San Yueqi pointed at the train, his voice trembling.

"Xing and I probably still have 100,000 credits left. Is that enough?"

"enough."

Jizi nodded.

"Enough to fix a doorknob."

Chapter 496 Fu Xuan: Gray Xiu, you made me cry! Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry~

Gresh hadn't thought about the effort on her part, and ended up sending it herself on Sunday.

What defeated him were the countless birds that flew out of their cages after he boarded the train.

According to Sunday's theory.

Those civilizations that cannot break free from the barrier of imaginary numbers are weak, trapped in their own independent worlds, and will eventually die.

It's like being trapped in a cage.

But Akivalli's train gave these lives a chance to fly out of their cages.

These civilizations that cannot break the barriers do not produce strong people. When they fly across the vast galaxy, most of them will perish.

But these unknown guests had no complaints against Akivalli.