Chapter 244: Dead Tree (Part 2) War is meaningless
The girl's pupils trembled, and she stared at her sister in front of her, afraid to miss the slightest change on her sister's face.
The girl opened her mouth, but no sound came out for a moment.
"Mom..." The girl's voice was hoarse, and her eyelashes trembled. "Mom, wasn't it ten years ago..."
Her words stopped abruptly, and her sister spoke the cold truth she had just realized: "Ten years ago, humans and alien races officially went to war."
She repeated, "Dad killed Mom, and my brother helped."
Outside of time, three eyes silently watched the dissipated shadow, watching this history that was unfamiliar to later generations.
"The war four hundred years ago." [Eyes] spoke. It was only because of the war four hundred years ago that the relationship between humans and alien races really reached a freezing point, to the point where they were eager to see blood the moment they met.
"Yeah." Vifia frowned. The person the girl called sister was Rebecca, the owner who heard the voice at first.
What kind of place is this? She hadn't forgotten Qingzhu's warning. He told her to be careful.
The last time she encountered a similar situation was when she met Valega, and the past scenes also appeared.
But her intuition was different. Regardless of whether the image presented by the phantom was true or false, or whether it really happened, at least she and the [Eyes] had speculated the same time and the same event.
Vifiya moved forward again. This time, the ground with irregular color blocks was just an ordinary glass texture.
The environment has not changed.
Rebecca stood among the corpses, some human, some elves, some goblins, and some dwarves. She held a sword and was covered in blood, looking at her sister who was already injured and sitting on the ground with her strength down.
"I won't leave. You go and find a place without war, and you will understand." Her voice was still dry, perhaps because she had taken too many lives, or perhaps because the person in front of her was her sister, a sister who had done nothing wrong.
The girl took a deep, shuddering breath, her face pale. She lowered her head, staring at the blood flowing from her fingers, her tone controlled and calm: "No, I don't understand, I don't understand."
"Sister, I don't understand."
"Sister, lower your head, lower your head, look around, look at your feet, can't you see?"
Rebecca lowered her head. She didn't look around. She knew what was around her: corpses, countless corpses.
She raised her eyes and saw her sister's pupils, the only colors in this hell besides red and black.
"Sister, please don't join the war anymore, okay?"
"Sister, let's run away together." The girl's eyes were full of urgency, trying to persuade her sister, "Let's hide far away together."
Rebecca didn't speak or move. After a long moment, her soft, sticky voice was like the skin of a steamed bun dried in the wind, wrinkled and leaking air: "Where are you hiding?"
The girl's eyes sparkled, but before she could say anything, Rebecca continued, "Where can you hide?"
"My dear sister, look around, where can I hide?"
The girl didn't know what she was thinking about, her breathing became disordered, she lowered her head, and tightened her hands that were covering the wound on her stomach.
The girl murmured, her tiny voice unusually clear at this moment: "What if Dad killed Mom? What if Brother helped Dad? What if Sister killed too many lives? It doesn't matter."
She looked up, her eyes stubborn, and two lines of clear tears slid across her bloodstained face.
Rebecca was stunned and didn't take her eyes off her sister, who had a crystal clear look in her eyes.
These are a pair of eyes that can still shed tears.
"You're all I have left, sister."
"Mom, Dad, and my brother's death won't change anything." The girl staggered to her feet, blood seeping into her fingernails. "I don't want to argue about who's right or wrong. Whether it's my sister or my father, a human or an elf... it doesn't matter anymore."
She stumbled forward, dragging her twisted foot: "I came here for my sister. I don't want to lose you."
Rebecca backed away, backed away again and again, her hand whitening from gripping the hilt of her sword, until her heels touched the stiff, cold body, until her sister stopped.
The girl's face was filled with pain: "Why do you want to quit?"
"Sister, the truth is so simple, why don't you and everyone else understand it?"
"War is meaningless."
…
A patch of different shades of red, shimmering without any lines.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! All of them should die, all of them should die, all of them should die! Why don't you just die, why don't you just die, why don't you just die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die!"
The skinny orc breathed rapidly and bit his fingernails angrily. His sharp teeth made his fingertips bloody, but he seemed to feel no pain. He kept biting one finger after another.
He looked up at a lifeless human lying in a pool of blood, muttering to himself, "Why don't you just die? Why don't you just die? Why don't you just die?"
He spoke faster and faster: "Why don't you just die, then I won't have to do anything, I won't have to do anything, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong."
"That's right." His eyes lit up, and he stopped moving his lips. Through the scar that crossed half of his face, he grinned fiercely, "I'm not wrong."
He stood up and walked quickly towards the woman who was staring at the scene in front of him with a look of disbelief on her face and wide eyes.
The orc's eye sockets were empty, and the two large black holes stared directly into her trembling eyeballs. He leaned close to the woman's face and asked infatuatedly, "Rebecca, Rebecca, why don't you do it? Why don't you do it?"
Rebecca's breath shuddered, and she had to sideways her eyes to avoid the orc's gaze, even though he had no eyes.
It was a scene she was extremely familiar with: blood, corpses...
It's her sister.
Her sister also became a piece of meat, a piece of meat that was no longer fresh.
Her mind was rusty for a moment: "What... are you doing? That's... my... family..."
"Family? Family?" The orc was puzzled and tilted his head. "Rebecca, didn't you kill all your family members?"
She was stunned, and the question came out of her mouth, but she forgot what she asked. Her memory only stayed on the last words of the orc who was so close to her.
She killed all her family members.
Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and she killed her father, her brother, and her family.
Her family also killed her family.
But my sister...
younger sister……
She grabbed the orc's collar, her hand pale and trembling from exerting so much force. She was furious: "She hasn't killed any aliens! She has elven blood!"
The orc didn't look afraid, instead he was laughing. His mouth was curved into a big smile, but he had no eyes, so there was no sign of a smile.
The empty eye sockets were like bottomless black holes, the whirlpool swallowed her up, making her scared.
The orc asked, "Elf blood? Like Rebecca? Half-blood? But she seems to identify more with her human identity, unlike Rebecca, who has been on the side of the aliens, ours, from the beginning."
He suddenly retracted the curve of his lips, his whole body trembling, and he became excited: "Humanity deserves death! Damn it!"
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"
"My eyes! They were dug out by humans! Humans!"
"Rebecca! Aren't you standing by us because humans deserve to die!?"
"Rebecca." The skinny orc looked at her stupidly. "Do you want to kill me, Rebecca?"
"Rebecca, humans don't want you anymore. Even if you kill me, humans won't take you in."
With his cold hands he grasped her trembling hands that were clenched tightly around his collar. His bloody fingertips rested on them. He smiled and spoke softly, "Look at your hands. They're all covered in human blood. All of it! All of it!"
Rebecca suddenly broke free from the orc's hand and couldn't stop backing away, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
She raised her eyes, the sky was pitch black, the tip of her nose was filled with the lingering smell of blood, and her eyes were empty and numb: "God."
The tail of the lament floated in the wind and fell into Vifiya's ears. She lowered her head and blinked slowly.
Just as she was about to lift her foot, she heard a voice in her mind: "Miss Vifiya, do you know her? The lady named Rebecca."
To ensure the accuracy of her answer, Vifiya thought for a moment and said, "I don't know him."
She had been reborn many times and read many books, including the history of this world, but she had never read a name called Rebecca in a book.
Not everyone can leave their name in history.
Vifiya's eyes looked at the vast expanse of colorful colors around her.
So far, except for the first scene you saw, the others are Rebecca's experiences.
Is this space related to Rebecca? Or is it related to the four hundred years of war?
Vifiya looked at the [Eye] beside her. She was keenly aware of the [Eye]'s silence: "What's wrong?"
The Sun and Moon pupils of [Eyes] lowered their heads: "The way life passes, there should be no war."
Vifiya glanced at him when she heard that. She actually didn't know how to respond [eyes]. Perhaps it was because she had seen too much sadness, or perhaps it was because she had been stained with her own blood more than once, or perhaps it was because she had lived her life over and over again seventeen times, she felt that the occurrence of large-scale suffering was also a way of operating the world.
If there had not been the war four hundred years ago, the current human and alien races in the East and West continents might have taken a different path, and the world would be different from the one she sees now.
The past creates the future. A certain life or a certain group in the past made a certain decision that changed the direction of the future. Who knows whether the future will be the best?
Debbie has always claimed to be able to see the future, but she herself doesn't know whether everything she does can make the future better.
Just like when Vifiya went back to the past, the choices she made and everything she did were all because the future she saw now was the best future after many comparisons.
"War has no respect for life," said the [Eye].
Vifia suddenly had a sudden thought. She asked, "[Eyes], did you see that? I killed myself in Yoko Village."
"Do you think I respect life?"
In the eyes of [Eyes], who has her own ideas about life, how does she treat life?
When the question was asked, Vifiya herself found it a little funny, because no one knew her thoughts on her own life and death better than her.
The answer from [Eyes] was beyond her expectations: "Miss Vifiya, the passing of life is a normal phenomenon in the world, and it also depends on the choices made by each life."
"War has no respect for life, but it is still life itself that determines the loss of life."
"Is that so?" Vifiya didn't ask any more questions. She raised her foot and stepped on an area that looked like leaf veins.
What meets the eye is a battlefield filled with smoke, but the swords of humans and aliens are not pointed at each other.
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