I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The target of the Noble Phantasm "95 Theses" is not religious theology, but the Holy See's misinterpretation of the Bible and its monopoly on the right to interpret the scriptures.

The fog of confinement recedes like a tide. The dystopian devil chose to shrink his power before life and death. The trial of the closed mind has shown its failure.

The Renaissance and the Reformation are over, and it is finally the turn of the spirits of the Enlightenment to deliver the final blow.

Enlighten ignorance, oppose ignorance, completely smash the darkness of humanities, and ignite the light of human civilization.

Montesquieu recited "On the Spirit of Law", and Rousseau proposed "The Social Contract".

Voltaire advocated natural human rights, and Kant published criticism.

"Hey—!"

The evening bell, which symbolizes destiny, finally arrives, and the long-awaited mountain man dives into the final closing fog.

On the side of Weixin, the invisible and invisible dystopian demon king roared unwillingly, as the trend of thoughts receded, the spiritual status was constantly weakening.

But at the core of its body, there is still a round of deep darkness, unaffected by the defeat of dystopia.

The pitch-black sword pierced into the body of the dystopian demon king, scattered the remaining thoughts and died, and stabbed the black holy sun.

Immediately, a dazzling masterpiece of holy light stretched out a hand from the void, grabbing at the concept of 'Dark Middle Ages'.

"Tsk." The mountain man spat in displeasure. He died without being triggered. It seemed that he was indeed a lucky E.

There is no way, the destiny of religious theocracy has not yet come, and I wanted to take a trick to kill it directly, but failed.

The air of death filled the air, annihilated the holy light, and the nameless man swung his lightsaber across the space and slashed at the old man of the mountain.

"Three digits? Lord, you didn't dare to come yourself, but did you send a ghost instead?"

The sword of death blocked the lightsaber in the air, and the questioning voice of the black god of death was low and cold.

"Boom--!"

The man on the mountain's eyes were scarlet, and he summoned the golden mechanical clock, raised his sword of death, and slashed at the person behind the scenes.

"Since you are here, no matter who you are, you should save your life!"

Chapter 677 Dystopian Demon King: I'll Be Back

The big sword slashed down, bringing up the golden blood of the gods, and the holy white feathers scattered like chicken feathers.

Although the concept of 'Dark Ages' was fished out, the man on the mountain was not without gains.

"Is it the highest Archangel? I don't know who was killed by me, but I eliminated a threat in advance for the promotion battle."

The old man of the mountain swung the sword of death, and threw the golden blood on the blade to the ground, so as not to damage the blade due to the corrosiveness of the blood.

Take one step forward, the mountain man disappears in the locked fog, the 'dystopian' demon king is dead, and it is Gilgamesh's task to deal with the aftermath.

On the front line of the western district, the heroic spirits looked at the gradually thinning and dissipating locked fog area, quietly waiting for the harmful mental fog to completely recede.

Among the heroic spirits, there are two scholars wearing black dresses and big white beards, witnessing the past and thinking about the future.

"It's over. Although it doesn't help much, it is worthwhile to witness the beginning of the Renaissance." Engels smiled and praised: "This is the greatest event that mankind has never experienced." , progressive change, is an age that calls for giants and produces giants—in mind, enthusiasm, and character, in versatility and learning.”

As a German, seriousness and rigidity accounted for a large proportion of his character, but the current fact was worthy of his heartfelt congratulations.

"There is really no room for us to play this time." Looking at the receding fog, Marx had a premonition that it would come back in the future: "After all, in the era you and I lived in, religion had declined, and it was a new demon that controlled and influenced the world. , the demon named capital."

"What do you mean by that sentence, the dragon slayer will eventually be a dragon?" Engels in a good mood joked, "The bourgeoisie has made outstanding contributions to breaking the feudal autocracy, but it did not do so out of justice, but because the existence of kingship and theocracy restricts its development.”

"When capital comes into the world, dirty blood drips from every pore." Marx sighed, recalling the horrors he saw during his academic investigations: "Hey, I don't know if human beings have released more blood. Terrible stuff."

"That's why you wrote Das Kapital, just to reveal the truth of capital to the world, just like Dante and Boccaccio."

As a close friend of Marx, Engels strongly agreed with Marx's academics and thoughts. He was not persuaded by friendship, but by the truth.

"If in the future, capital also develops and expands like theocracy to lock up the future of mankind... what do you think it will be like?"

After hearing Engels' question, Marx closed his eyes and meditated, imagining and sketching such a hopelessly dark future in his mind.

"The essence of capital is exploitation and monopoly. The more it develops, the more greedy it will become. The most extreme situation is that the whole world is monopolized."

Marx described his imagination to Engels, and Engels kept nodding in agreement, feeling that the vision of his best friend was indeed possible.

"In the end, it will be nothing more than another dystopian society. Maybe it will be renamed, such as the 'Terminator' Demon King?"

"The end-of-life...Compared to the spiritual control of religion, a world controlled by money and interests is more terrifying."

The smile on Engels' face faded, and he looked at the backs of Da Vinci and other seniors with worry in his eyes.

"If there is such a day, it is probably our turn to take the lead, and I don't know how many younger generations can carry forward our ideas."

"Don't worry, the truth will always be believed."

Marx raised his hand and patted his best friend on the shoulder. He was much more optimistic than Engels on this issue.

"The future of mankind has never been smooth sailing. The history of mankind is the process of discovering and overcoming difficulties, and it is a spiral upward."

Although there is still nothing behind them, Marx believes that when that day comes, they will be surrounded by like-minded fighters.

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The outside of the box garden.

Liya and Shiroyasha stood in the void, surrounded by the star beasts summoned by the Sun Sovereign.

Since the sovereignty of the sun comes from the division of two celestial bodies, the star beasts are given the images of the twelve equatorial stars and the twelve constellations of the zodiac.

Under the command of the two sun protoss, the sun star beasts worked together to use their power to exert influence on the sun in different worlds and time and space.

This is an extremely delicate and mind-consuming operation, even the eccentric Shiroyasha frowned, concentrating on debugging.

Because the impact of the movement of the sun on the earth's environment is immeasurable, a little carelessness will lead to a doomsday disaster.

For example, the Younger Dryas event that froze the world again will allow human beings to relive the Ice Age that their ancestors struggled through.

Canary stayed quietly, watching the temperature of the various worlds slowly drop under the sun's changes, and the plague ravaged.

In this way, the Black Death incident will gain the support of the stars, which will imply a strong and absolute fate.

Even those parallel worlds that have not yet developed to this period will definitely experience the baptism of the Black Death in the future.

This is also one of the reasons why Canary asked Bai Yasha and the Halloween Queen to take action, in order to prevent future troubles.

"This time, it can be regarded as completely cutting off the possibility of the 'dystopian' demon king's recovery."

It's a pity that she didn't expect that the vest can be changed in the final trial of human beings.

It is true that the dystopia caused by religion will never come back, but the dystopia created by capital is already being conceived.

At the same time, Croya, who observed the time axis, also made new discoveries, and finally got the result he expected.

The god of death stared at a certain world, and traveled across time and space to the dungeon of a certain European nobleman in the Middle Ages.

In the dark and damp prison cell, a young girl wrapped in rags lay on the thin haystack.

Her rose-colored hair was as dry as weeds, and her red eyes were dull and on the verge of death.

The girl's name is Alice. She is the concubine of a noble family. She has been regarded as a pawn in marriage by her father since she was a child.

She never went to school or received any family education, and relied on self-study to master the skills of reading and writing.

Alice is an optimistic person. Even though she lived a servant-like life and was looked down upon by her father and family members, she never bowed her head to fate.

In order to improve the poor harvest of serfs due to the cold climate, she actively carried out research and successfully practiced new farming theories.

Alice's efforts were rewarded, and she was loved by the serfs, but these achievements did not change her status in the family.

Her father would only find it disgusting to be in the company of lowly mud legs, as she was dishonoring the family's honor.

After the outbreak of the Black Death, Alice, who had frequent contact with people, was infected as expected, and was thrown into a cell by her father to fend for herself.

Alice didn't know how many days had passed, but she only knew that she was about to die, in this dark dungeon that no one cared about.

Thinking back on her short life, she finally vented her long-suppressed resentment towards the nobles before she died.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Everyone go to hell!"

As a result, as the girl wished, the aloof father and those indifferent and mean family members all died at the hands of the Black Death.

Because of the effectiveness of this curse, Alice attracted Croak's gaze, allowing the God of Death to see the possibilities hidden in the girl.

He looked at the ignorant girl ghost in the dungeon, threw down the spirit grid that he had held for a long time, and gave her the first gift.

This was what he had planned to do a long time ago, and it was Croya's mercy as the god of death, hoping that those who died of the epidemic would have a good home.

"Girl who died of the Black Death, find someone who is in the same situation as you, and gather your poor compatriots."

After finishing everything, Croya broke away from the time axis, opened the realm gate and returned to Little Garden to join his companions.

After Croya left, another figure appeared on the timeline, dressed like a bard.

"The black death has broken out in all the worlds, and if this continues, the plague demon king who symbolizes its concept will surely be born."

The fantasy carpenter searched on the timeline and easily located the location of the ghost girl Alice.

In a daze, Alice left the dungeon and started her aimless travel, wandering around the purgatory of Europe.

Whenever she met people who died in similar circumstances, she would take them with her and walk all over the Eurasian continent on foot.

After hundreds of years of travel, more than 8000 million wandering souls have unknowingly gathered around the girl, becoming a true natural disaster of the undead.

The fantasist entered the world, came to the girl, and asked softly, "Do you want revenge? The dead who died of the disease."

The girl and the 8000 million undead looked at him, but Carpe Diem did not change his face, with a faint smile on his face, waiting for an answer.

"Revenge? To whom? To the Black Death?"

Alice questioned sharply, as if she was about to tear the fantasist into pieces the next moment.

"Of course, to the lazy sun."

The fantasist has quietly used the gift of speech to seduce the girl and 8000 million undead in front of her.

"If it weren't for the weakening of the sun's activity, it wouldn't cause the climate to become colder, and it wouldn't lead to a decrease in food production or outbreak of plague."

The Fantasy Carper is a bard, and his special ability is to talk. It is not easy to fool the resentful undead.

"Yes! We want revenge on the lazy sun!"

Alice, who was blinded by hatred, shouted loudly, and asked Carpe Die for a specific method of revenge.

"It's okay, I can help you." Fantasia Carpegase agreed with a smile, and invited: "First of all, we have to go to Little Garden first."

Box Court, four-digit outer gate, North District.

The fantasy carpe bliss took Alice out of the realm gate and appeared at the residence of the 'Fantasy Magic Book Group'.

"Miss Alice, here we are."

The moment Alice stepped into Little Garden, the Little Garden Center sensed her and automatically assigned gifts to her.

Due to her own personality and the blessing of 8000 million undead, the girl directly possesses five-figure power.

The filthy and vicious plague storm swept up and wrapped her in it, which was the manifestation of her gift.

"Thank you for your help, giving us a chance for revenge."

The girl looked at the gate of the community, and her ragged clothes turned into a black spotted dress.

"Also, please call me Pest from now on. From today onwards, I will be the Black Death Spot Demon Lord."

"This is what I should do." The Carpe Distress said modestly, "Even the high sun cannot ignore the voices of the 8000 million dead."

A black and blue afterimage flashed past, and suddenly a man in a dress with his back turned to them appeared in front of the two of them.

Edmond Dantès turned around, looked at Carpe Die with sharp eyes, and smiled.

"Boss, why did you come back suddenly? Didn't you say you were going to travel for hundreds of years?"

"Edmond, you came just in time. I found a good newcomer outside."

The fantasy carpeas said, and introduced the two of them.

"This is Pest, the Black Death Spot God of Death, and he will join our 'Fantasy Magic Book Group' family in the future."

"This is Edmond Dantès, Earl of Monte Cristo, a senior cadre of the community, Pest, if you want revenge, you can ask him for advice."

Edmund heard the words and looked at Pest, and felt a strong sense of death from the little girl in front of him, as well as a special feeling that can only be found in revenge ghosts.

"Oh? Is Miss Pest also carrying a blood feud? If so, then I will help you wholeheartedly."

Pest looked at Edmund. She had never heard the story of the Count of Monte Cristo, so she naturally didn't know about his revenge.