Overturned Tower

"Video? Live broadcast?"

In the room of ignorance, he was facing Russell who came to visit, muttering these words that were somewhat unfamiliar to him.

While thinking, the coiled snake tail under his long clothes dragged unconsciously on the ground.

"I thought that only artists and reporters would participate in the live broadcast."

He looked distressed: "Who will watch it? Are there any children?"

The black mamba angel, who always smiles gently, wears a black halo, and has pure black matte long hair, looks a little shy at the moment...or restrained.

"If it looks too **** and violent, will it spoil young people? Or will it affect our impression in people's minds?"

He pushed his glasses, looking rather worried: "Or, should I report to the church? Or keep some hands during the battle?

"The Bishop of Paradise Bird seems to be born in the lower city, or should I ask her for instructions?"

"You're too nervous, ignorance."

Russell shook his head: "You have to get used to it... On Happy Island, anyone can start a live broadcast and share their lives with others.

"There is no privacy here. After all, this era is basically prosthetic eyes for everyone...In your era, how many people were short-sighted and needed to wear glasses, and now how many people have modified prosthetic eyes once and for all. People like me who don't have On the contrary, there are only a small number of people who have modified prosthetic eyes.

"And after the prosthetic eye is modified, even if the camera is turned on, no one will be able to find out. What they see in their eyes will be recorded - in this case, how to maintain the privacy of the individual?

"I was just walking on the road, and I would be taken away for a group photo, or sneaked behind me. There are often people who broadcast live broadcasts, showing off that they met me. When I first came to Happy Island, I was not used to it. Tails and ears every day It's going to blow my hair... but I'm used to it now."

Russell spread his hands helplessly: "The company and the church do not allow you to leave Tianen Park to go shopping, and part of the consideration is based on this reason."

These angels are all antiques from a hundred years ago.

Although they are all quite reliable fighters, they are too simple. Even the civilians on Happy Island are much more complicated than their minds.

Once they are seriously interviewed, they are easily led to say something that should not be said.

It may cause a blow to the company, it may also hit the reputation of the Holy See, and it may have a bad influence on the group of angels.

It is impossible to teach these angels "how to talk" and "how to lie".

Although the power of angels comes from the ancient sages, they have not experienced the deeds of the sages themselves, and their hearts are far purer than the sages. Once polluted by society, they will start to think deeply about "why"... After getting their own answers and allowing their own personality to grow, they may not be able to adapt to the existing aura. Not to mention the behavior of "deliberately telling lies" will itself cause damage to the power of the Holy Order.

And if you don't teach them how to deal with people, it's a big colander. I don't know what to say, what not to say, and what not to say.

Especially in Happy Island, a place where basically everyone has complicated thoughts.

"No matter what, the live broadcast is a good thing. Even if you ask the church or the bishop, you will definitely get such an answer—the power of angels can increase the prestige of the church, and the vicious outlaws in the lower city can increase the speed of your actions." persuasive."

Russell said with certainty: "Considering the time it took for the two ladies to find the place... My suggestion is to officially attack after 8:30 in the evening. Try to prolong the attack time, but don't exceed zero; priority is to use more beautiful, more Gorgeous fighting style, try to keep yourself from getting hurt."

"...But we have fired holy water missiles to suppress spells at them before, and the validity period is only after seven o'clock in the evening."

Wuming frowned and thought: "Do you want to do it again?"

"If it looks good, you can come."

Russell's answer was very straightforward: "If you think it may affect your image, don't come."

"... Will our live broadcast really be so important?"

Ignorant and a little nervous: "Will many people watch it?"

"Conservative estimate..."

Russell thought: "Maybe one-third of the population in Uptown will watch it."

"There are 40 million people in Happy Island...that is to say, more than 10 million people?!"

Unexpectedly, Wuming's eyes widened, showing a shocked expression, and the upper body of the human being stood upright.

But Russell just calmly stretched out his hand and pressed down, signaling him to take stock below and not lift himself up so high.

"It's normal... This is a live broadcast of war, ignorance. A war that kills people, and it's the most cutting-edge technology. Do you know what this concept is?"

Russell shook his head: "If I didn't have business to do, I would definitely watch it intently. I'm afraid I'll buy some potato chips and Coke and watch it with my friends.

"Let's not talk about Happy Island, count other empty islands... This world has been free of war for a hundred years."

"...It sounds quite reassuring."

Wuming sighed: "After we have fought, others don't have to fight."

"But your expression doesn't look very pleased."

"Because I feel a little empty and a little lost."

The black mamba angel said, looking out the window.

That is the Tianen tower that reaches the sky, the floating car that streaks across the sky with streamers, and the aerial train that stands in mid-air.

From here, you can also see the huge statue of "President Sai Lun", which looks solemn and solemn like a god.

"Compared to the age on earth, I feel that the world has indeed changed for the better.

"People no longer die of hunger, there are almost no incurable diseases, murderers and robbers pay the price, pregnant women, children and the elderly do not have to be constantly moved by war...

"Everyone has a job, and the means of entertainment are dazzling; after people part, they can meet on the Internet at any time, instead of saying goodbye forever; everyone can go to school, and everyone can read; the reality is almost the same as the reality. In the virtual world, there is a richer and better life than all these.”

“…but I always felt like something was missing. It just wasn’t as good and people weren’t as happy.”

Wuming said quietly: "In the past, even if I paid the price of my life, I would fight to the death to defeat the tyranny of the mages. I think that simple feeling is happy and direct.

"But now, I don't even know what else I can do. I don't know who my enemy is.

"The young mages? The criminals from the Lower Town?

"But they have even been deported to the edge of survival, and it is very difficult to just survive. And they are all a group of children under the age of 30. In the past, they were just apprentices of mages... According to our rules, Apprentices are not magicians. Because they still have a human sense of morality, and have not deformed into demons...

"...Oh, sorry. I forgot, there are demons now. That metaphor doesn't seem to work anymore."

The man with long black hair, wearing glasses, and a gentle and friendly demeanor sighed slightly: "I don't know who I'm fighting for. I also don't know what makes people unhappy.

"If we said that we faced a tangible enemy in the past, now everyone is fighting an invisible enemy. It cannot be cut, burned to death, or caught...but it does exist."

"...I won't answer this question for you."

Russell narrowed his eyes, and his tone became calm: "You will understand soon."

"I really envy you 'heroes'. It's like the hero stories we used to spread on the ground... Heroes come and help justice."

Wuming looked at Russell, and made no secret of his envy: "You don't need to think so much, and you can be happy. Ah, sorry...I didn't mean you have no brains."

"I know."

Russell nodded.

He replied: "We 'heroes' are indeed very happy. Because we are not real heroes at all, but just actors of the stage image of 'heroes'. Because the people desire heroes, but there is no real hero in this world to give them. , That’s why we, the hero players, are here to create heroic fantasies for them.

"Being a real hero is very painful... because to be a hero means to lose, and it means not to be human anymore.

"Heroes cannot make mistakes, let alone fail. This is true even for fakes like us. Once the pretentious godhood is shattered, or even just reduced to a mortal, there will be an attack that is a hundred times more violent than worship.

"Heroes are just mortals. They can make mistakes, fail, get angry, and have selfish intentions... But what people want to see is a 'film' that is always right, always victorious, always wise, and always selfless. There can be no trace of A flawed ideal.

"Where are people worshiping heroes?"

"They are looking forward to God."

Ignorance replied: "The 'god' who can immediately answer all questions and eliminate all pain."

He was quite emotional about this.

As a member of the Cyber ​​Church, as the holder of the power of the Holy Order, and the current angel... He probably understood this matter more than a hundred years earlier than Russell.

"No one is born strong, Russell. No one can be a god."

Wuming comforted: "Whether it's a hero, a mage, an angel, or a psychic... Everyone is just a mortal before awakening their true talents.

"Although heroes are burdened with too many expectations...but it is also because of this that they can grow under pressure.

"That's how we came here back then."

"So what awakened our talent?" Russell asked.

He hoped to get another answer.

But the answer of this black mamba is very similar to Morgan:

"I think it should be pain."

Wuming thought for a while and replied: "It is the pain of oneself or others that hatched the initial 'wish'."

So, what is the difference between "heroes" and others?

Russell just wanted to continue asking, but suddenly realized... he had already got the answer in his heart.

Wuming asked back: "Russell, will you give up your name as a hero?"

"No." Russell replied affirmatively.

"So, are you clinging to it for fame and fortune?"

"I don't care about that kind of thing at all." Russell replied very positively.

Ignorance asked, "So why do you have to walk on this path? Isn't there a better life than this?"

No, I can even be an elf...

Russell opened his mouth.

He suddenly understood something.

There is only one answer.

—Because I am not reconciled.

Even if it's just a fake.

Even if it's just an idol shaped by capital.

Even if what people yearn for is nothing more than the illusory idol in their hearts...

But still still not reconciled, still uneasy.

- I can actually do something.

I can obviously change some things.

Not to prove something, but to actually do something.

With only the original enthusiasm in my heart, I walk on a road that never turns back regardless of gains or losses.

"…I understand."

Russell's eyes became clear again.

He smiled wryly: "It was originally here to teach you, but it turned into a psychological treatment for me at some point."

"Because of the look in your eyes, you are asking me for help.

"I have been so confused before. Rather, I am still confused now."

The Black Mamba Angel said gently: "But I can do my best...to share my experience.

"It doesn't have to be quite right. But it might keep a young hero from going astray."

"...In that case. I have another question here, Mister Wuming."

Russell's expression became serious.

At this time, he is "Ultramarine".

Although this problem may cause trouble for him as the "Godfather"...

But now he is not the godfather after all, and he cannot think about problems from the standpoint of the godfather.

Every time he takes the stage, he has to erase other "selves".

"Speaking."

Wuming nodded seriously.

"During the live broadcast, if you are weaker, the public will hope that you can stay because of the real combat power in the lower city, and the company will also hope that you can maintain the balance of the situation; but if in the live broadcast, you Be stronger, then the public will feel at ease... After the organization of the uncoded is broken up, angels are no longer necessary. Although people will feel more at ease, you will become irrelevant things instead, the company Will try to drive you away too...

"So, how are you going to behave tonight?"

"…I see."

Wuming sighed helplessly: "I just said something is wrong. It turns out that our existence is already opposed to the people..."

Because the islanders in the sky have become unrighteous people.

Good people feel at ease when they meet angels, and evil people feel uneasy when they see angels.

There is no doubt that the residents of Sky Island have leaned towards the latter.

Russell thought to himself.

"I know that you are eager for a definite answer. But unfortunately, I can't give it to you."

"why?"

"Because this path is not black and white, right or wrong, one or the other."

The angel with a black halo like a solar eclipse said slowly: "Actually, I don't even want to attack these mage apprentices in the lower city. Let alone those who have no code.

"We attacked these mage apprentices only to prevent the inheritance of mages from being revived again in the new era. The mages we fought against before are actually inhuman monsters...

"It is necessary to wipe out these mage apprentices now, which has already explained our failure. Because our previous wars did not eradicate the inheritance... We fell short. We fell before the victory.

"Since the mages on the land have not been eradicated, and since there will be uncoded people on the empty island, then the inheritance of the mages cannot be eradicated. Even if we kill them, there will be another batch, then kill them, and come again... This process goes back and forth The cycle ~www.wuxiahere.com~ has no end."

The Serpent Angel replied, "So, my answer is—it doesn't matter.

"Even if we are asked to withdraw directly, it doesn't matter when these mages grow up and we fight back and pay a hundred times the price.

"In the final analysis, angels are just weapons. Since they are weapons, don't think so much."

Qunqing stared blankly at Wuming.

He suddenly understood in his heart.

Where does ignorance mean "not knowing who your enemy is".

He already knew it, but he didn't say it out loud.

In other words, they have seen everything clearly, but are unwilling to act first.

Because ignorance is tired.

"I understand."

Russell nodded slowly.

On the other side, Morgan went to the temporary room where the malt wine placed him, to prepare for "taking a nap".

But not long after she closed the door.

But from behind him, he heard a cold and indifferent voice.

"Morgan, right?"

She turned her head warily.

It was a man with an etched line like a scar on his face.

His left eye gave people the cold texture of the diamond version, and his expression was flat, without a hint of a smile.

"I am Bad Day of Babel, you may have heard of me."

Hearing this name, Morgan trembled all over and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The man knocked on the table with an uncompromising tone: "Sit.

"I have something to talk to you about."