Su Mingan pondered for a moment and said, "I understand."
Lu said: "With the release of this oracle, the world has become a huge network... Under the big network, everyone is quickly looking for their own position. And you are the one who can pull this big network - so, what do you want to do?"
Su Mingan looked at the Eye of the Past in his hand, its eyeballs moving vividly.
"...Our path is difficult." Su Mingan said: "Humans cannot fight against gods."
"Yes, it's very difficult, even hellish." Lu said, "I don't think I can take the path of 'disobeying the gods'. It's too difficult. Most people will obey the gods. I don't see any light."
"So I can only put myself on an equal level with God," said Su Mingan.
"What you mean is..." Lu's breathing was a little heavy. He had already realized Su Mingan's thoughts.
"Since we humans cannot resist the gods..." Su Ming'an said calmly, "It seems that I can only follow Akto's old path - 'claiming to be a god'."
Lu's breathing hitched.
After a moment, Lu said: "...I understand. Then, Su Mingan...no, Old God. I will call you that from now on."
…
At four o'clock in the morning, Su Mingan revealed his identity.
Like Mizushima Kawano, Xue Qixia, Beavis, and Zou Yuqing, Su Mingan became the fifth person to publicly reveal his identity as a disciple. At the same time, he also publicly revealed his identity as the "51st Fire Bearer."
His video background is not as solemn as Mizushima Kawano, nor as gorgeous as Beavis. He just sits on a chair with a snow-white wall behind him.
When the red light of the camera began to flash, Su Mingan looked up.
"It's been a long time since I last gave a serious speech. I remember that the last time I called on everyone to fight was on the city wall." Su Mingan said:
"I think you must be curious about what happened after the 50th Firebringer, and who the special medicine finally got."
"I want to tell you that the boy holding the glass bottle walked a very long way and never gave up his ideal of saving the world. He contacted various forces day and night and finally sank to the bottom of the lake. However, he did not die. That boy has... walked right in front of you."
He moved his arm with all his strength and slowly pressed his heart:
"here."
"He's alive here. He's not dead. He's already... come here."
More and more people joined the live broadcast. Su Mingan started the live broadcast as the No. 1 Dream Patrolman, and almost everyone rushed in.
The barrage was turned off, and people could only look at the young man in the camera in silence through the thin lens.
——Does he know who he is declaring war on?
——He had a bright future ahead of him, so why did he set himself on fire?
Su Mingan stared directly into the camera, his golden pupils as tranquil as a lake:
"I have looked up some information before. A few decades ago, there lived a beautiful bird in the world. Its name is no longer known, but its appearance and temperament are very similar to the 'nightingale' I am familiar with. Let's call them 'nightingales'."
"The singing of nightingales is extraordinary. In a world where humans are afraid to sing, they are braver than humans."
"The land we are standing on was once a lush forest before it became reinforced concrete. Nightingales once built their nests here. Their ancestors lived here for thousands of years and reproduced from generation to generation. They chirped and sang, using their voices to convey the weight of their souls. They did not stop singing even when they were hunted, and they continued to sing with hoarse throats - until they were persecuted to extinction, the last nightingale that could sing died, and the forest turned into a cold city."
"In this era, I have become the last 'Nightingale'."
He spread his hands, holding the leader's mask, the deputy minister's medal, and Su Wensheng's pencil case:
"When all the nightingales are silent, my throat is still singing."
“I want to tell people that we did not live in ‘reinforced concrete’ from birth. We once belonged to the ‘forest’, where we could sing, chant, paint, write and sculpt boldly, instead of forgetting all memories of our hometown and becoming civilized wanderers.”
“I want to tell people that even if the ‘forest’ is gone, even if we are about to have our last memory of the ‘forest’ erased, I am still imagining myself walking in a forest dappled with sunlight, with green leaves falling and flowers blooming. I am walking between the mountains and rivers, and when I look up, peach blossoms in spring fall on my shoulders.”
“I want to tell people that winter is not eternal. The cracks in the walls will be filled, and the flowers in the garden will bloom. People will love in the flames and screams.”
“Pioneers should not be buried in a foreign land of civilization, unable to find their way home when they turn back.”
"So that I carried them back home, becoming a miracle of civilization."
"Everyone."
Su Mingan slowly raised the Eye of the Past in his hand:
"I am an old god from thousands of years ago. The gods of today have seized my throne and allowed you to become corrupted zombies who have forgotten history."
“His goal is to destroy the world, and I hope to take you back to the era with the sound of bagpipes of freedom.”
"Those who are still awake, those who have strayed and returned, those who are unwilling to kneel and follow - follow me, and I will give you love and forgiveness."
His speech lasted a long time.
He said that there is a heavenly valley above and a netherworld below. Good people will go to the heavenly valley after death and enjoy endless bliss, while evil people will go to the netherworld after death and suffer torture.
He said that there are seven major sins in the world, and forgetting one's roots is the greatest sin, which will result in one suffering seven levels of purgatory.
He said that the good and evil deeds of human beings after death will be judged by angels. In the past, people would write down their life achievements on papyrus for the angels to review. Once history is forgotten, the achievements will no longer be left.
He said that the current scriptures have been tampered with. The Angel of Order is not Light, but Li Mingyue. The Angel of Slaughter is not Anbu, but Xiao Ying. The Angel of Judgment is not Biluo, but Chao Yan.
He said that those who believe in the old gods will have a bright life in the afterlife, and live in peace and prosperity for eternity.
His story lasted for a long time and everyone could only listen in silence.
It was not until he nodded slightly, signaling Chaoyan to end the live broadcast, that Chaoyan closed the live broadcast.
The room was very quiet. Su Mingan slowly stood up from his chair, his legs and feet a little numb. He looked out the window at the night sky, red flames lit up all over the city, and the sound of the wind filled his ears.
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