Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Hoarse prayers echoed in my ears, screaming continuously:

"Please……"

"Noisy!"

From the coma, Su Ling said in a cold voice: "You've all been dead for tens of millions of years, okay? The ashes are gone, how can someone save you! Do you want me to give up my body to resurrect your souls!"

Dark broken.

At that moment, she opened her eyes.

Lin Xuan looked at Su Ling's face strangely: "Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Just a nightmare."

Su Ling shook her head and subconsciously rubbed her temples.

I don't know if it's because of the increase in altitude, or because of the reactivation of the country of fog, Su Ling found that the broken records left in the air became more and more active and restless.

It was as if it was radiating from some huge gravitational source.

Something is like a star, radiating endless pain and despair all the time...

... Great Spirit!

Su Ling's complexion changed, and he suddenly noticed this.

With the activation of the country of fog and the restart of the ancient engine, the great spirit hidden in the depths of hell - the black dragon king who gnawed at the world tree in ancient mythology.It will definitely wake up again, and even restore the heyday it was thousands of years ago!

The existence that leads a world to its ultimate demise, if compared to the present world...

god?

This guess made the little fox's hair stand on end in an instant, and he looked up at the huge projection of the Dharma image on the dome, as well as the Tiangong Mansion floating above the sky.

She couldn't believe that Tian Gong hadn't guessed this.

But what does he mean?

At that moment, with the sudden stop of the rise of the plot, Su Ling finally saw the true face of the central tower.

And at that moment, the long warm-up finally came to an abrupt end.

Ancient core, activate!

What followed was the tide, which filled all the gaps between the sky and the earth, tore at each person's consciousness and soul, and was a loud noise that was enough to pull every soul into hell.

——It permeates the entire hell kingdom, screaming!

"What the hell is this...?"

The white dragon flying above the battlefield looked up dully, his eyes were darkened, and he staggered forward, wanting to get closer and take a closer look.

But on top of the tower that was suddenly opened at this moment, between countless complicated machines and huge structures, countless dark mud emerged.

From the cracks, from the closed cabin, from every corner.

It was a strange substance that Aobai had seen before.

A viscous liquid as thick as pitch, surging in every nook and cranny, and limb-like deformities protruding from it, endlessly, like a dying man convulsing, trying to grab anything within reach.

Searching in vain for expectations that don't exist.

"Ah, ah, Great Spirit, please... please be merciful..."

Countless twisted faces overlapped each other, constantly emerging from them, along with the operation of the perpetual motion core, screaming hoarsely and emitting a tragic scream.

"Don't go...don't leave...don't give up..."

"Please……"

"...Give redemption!"

At that moment, Su Ling froze in place, frozen by the screams that came to his face.

Pain is like an ocean tide, with no end in sight, turning into a monstrous frenzy.

This time, Su Ling finally heard their words clearly.

"Please, save us..."

The voices of countless whinings sounded again, and they cried out in agony, yearning, hoping that the last hero would bring them a miracle.

Contains the last hope, humble prayer.

"Please... kill us!"

This is their last wish.

But even so, it is already a luxury dream that cannot be realized.

Exhausted all methods, tried all possibilities, until even the other kings of celestial craftsmen lost the power to resist one by one, and gradually turned into mud.

There is no hope left for this piece of land.

Only the lonely god was left wandering blankly in this empty hell.

"Don't be afraid, I will save you, I will definitely be able to save you, for sure." He repeated over and over again, murmuring hollowly: "So, please, wait for me..."

This is the desperate cry of the last survivors in the long eternity.

"—Please, don't leave me behind."

……

?—(°?°)-?

Chapter 540 Courage

In the darkness, countless shattered afterimages turned into the hell and abyss thousands of years ago, engulfing everything.

It's like a bystander walking between the scenes.

In an instant, I saw the decay of all things, the arrival of the end, the extinction of the sun and the moon, and the dryness of the earth.I saw how the huge world sank into hell little by little.

I also saw... how this completely unrecognizable thing was recreated by them.

In order to restore the world, recast the heaven and the earth, and recreate all things in order to return to paradise, trees, birds, steel beasts and even stars.

In the end, the eternal engine came to this paradise.

And the hell of despair followed.

From the moment that the sun of redemption rose, a change that the Forgers had not imagined enveloped the whole hell.

The happy smiling faces gradually stiffened, cracked quickly, and fell apart...

Under the illumination of the eternal sun, eternal life finally ushered in its final transformation - behind the broken body like a porcelain, what flows out is a thick silt like asphalt...

Then, one by one, they flew towards the tower involuntarily, like parts, integrated into the eternal core.

She cried out in unspeakable pain, but she couldn't get rid of it.In the endless despair longing for the end, but the end will not come.

Eternal life has arrived.

This is the story of the land of fog.

Now, Su Ling finally understands: Where did everything he saw in the illusion come from, and who witnessed the destruction of the scene in front of him.

"Black Dragon King...the noble supreme..."

Countless squirming and distorted mad faces emerged from the mud, staring at where Su Ling was, no, staring at the former god, calling in vain.

"Please...please have mercy..."

"Please, save us..."

The voices of countless whinings sounded again, and they cried out in agony, yearning, hoping that the last hero would bring them a miracle.

Contains the last expectation, offers the humblest prayer.

"Please... kill us!"

I don't know how long it has been, I don't know what happened.

Too many records are filled in Su Ling's soul - the fall of Niflheim, the casting of the ancient core, the coming of the Purgatory Lord, and the failure of countless resistances.

Too much history and too much pain have been carried in the records of the Black Dragon King and engraved in this piece of hell.

Just by watching, you will be infected by the endless despair.

Su Ling felt that she was falling faster and faster and began to dissolve.

She has entered too deep, as if attracted by the gravity of hell, and began to assimilate step by step.

Until a cracked hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up, the assimilation of hell came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterwards, with the last strength, go up and push out!

Get out of this unending nightmare.

"... Poet, senior?"

At the last moment, Su Ling saw the familiar cross-shaped scar and the lips that were struggling to open and close on the face covered by disaster.

Farewell to the world silently.

with a smile.

……

At the end of Nordic feudal society

The primitive accumulation of capital has accelerated the differentiation of producers in the commodity economy. On the one hand, a large number of proletarians who have lost their means of production and have to sell their labor power;

This historical process of forcibly separating natural persons from their means of production is the so-called primitive accumulation of capital.

In this process, capital reclaims the land differentiated from the small commodity economy, or uses various means such as usury to deprive the peasants, and the destroyed natural economy makes a large number of peasant handicrafts bankrupt, forced to sell their labor power, and become exploited.

This is why it is also called "bloody primitive accumulation"

Such history has different characteristics and has gone through different stages in different countries.Among them, the occupation and plunder of colonies, and other violent means of using state power are not rare.

Many historians have analyzed that if it weren't for the appearance of the Glorious Emperor back then, Huaxia, which was gradually eroded by the old aristocrats, would probably face a "bourgeois revolution" after capital growth, becoming the next Nordic...

Once there was a Nobel Prize winner, St. Jose’s vice-principal Ivanovic expressed his opinion on Facebook:

For the development of the majority, a small number of people must be sacrificed.

In order for the society to survive stably, any political system must gradually move closer to the pyramid.If you don't oppress and exploit most of the bottom people, how can you stand taller safely?

In other words, who knows the truth, who is willing to stay here for a long time?

Therefore, primitive accumulation of capital is inevitable.Either you eat me, or I eat you.

He believes that capital has never been a word like "dark" or "dirty"

that's all, that's all

It exists for a reason

Unless you can overpower it, overthrow it

But at that time, you will no longer be a hero, you will also become a dragon

Over and over

Humans will never change this!

This is the view of a leading scholar in academia.

Even if he already knew these processes, after watching the cutscenes of the CG animation, he still made a good young man like Lin Xuan sigh with emotion.

Mi Huyou deserves to be Mi Huyou!

So as a contemporary Huaxia youth, a well-educated high school student who elects history, in this case...

Of course, it is to let the other party feel the core values ​​of socialism!

But before that...

Watching the armored vehicle disappear at the end of his field of vision, Lin Xuan clapped his hands, and looked at the girl who was fascinated by the distant sky behind her.

"We should go!"

"You can go, but you don't have to."