"Then eleven of them rebelled and sealed Aristotle away."
"To prevent his resurrection, his remains were taken and buried around the world. As the Hollow Disaster worsened, these remains should have been buried in the dust of history, never to be seen again."
"But soon a group of people with ulterior motives showed up. No one knows what organization they are, but it's definitely not the Praise Society."
"They were keen on infusing humans with ethereal energy to create ghosts. But what they initially created was nothing more than a pile of garbage, completely useless, even inferior to the weakest of the ethereal corpses. Later, someone discovered the remains of Aristotle, reanimated him, and continued conducting human experiments. They discovered that the ghosts grafted onto these remains were extremely powerful and possessed terrifying powers."
Having said this he paused and looked up at the sky.
In fact, since the death of Aristotle, the Praise Society has had many followers, but has always kept a low profile.
Apart from resurrecting Aristotle, nothing extra was done.
Instead, some guys with ulterior motives seem to be trying to provoke a war.
Mr. Big asked as he fired.
"So, what exactly are these guys with ulterior motives doing?"
Vicky shrugged. "Profits, probably."
"Sir, after all, we all know that there are many bigwigs investing in voids. Every void, if properly developed, is a delicious piece of cake. Provoking wars for profit has happened many times in history."
When this was mentioned, Ailian frowned.
Victoria Housekeeping is an organization that serves these important people...
Vic is indeed a detective. He can see the essence through phenomena. His insight is amazing, and he knows countless things. He is like a living history book.
He knows many forgotten past events.
Mr. Da took a deep breath.
Although he looks careless, he is actually very meticulous.
He asked in return, "But, as far as I know, the bigwigs in the investment industry within the Void aren't moving in this direction. Vicky, you should know that I'm also one of the bigwigs. I'm also on the B.I.G. board of directors."
"They can't hide anything from me."
Vicky shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his chest pocket, opened it, took out a cigarette, and put it to his lips.
He took out his lighter again, lit it with a click, and took a deep breath.
Then he slowly said:
"Well, only the big guys would use such tactics to win. They're already on the table, Mr. Big."
He picked up the cigarette and took another deep drag.
"The big guys have all divided up the pie. What will those who can't get a piece of the pie do if they want a piece?"
The master was stunned by the question, as he had never thought about it from this perspective.
But he immediately thought of this possibility.
"You mean..."
Vicky nodded, shrugged, holding the cigarette,
"If you can't get on the table, just overturn it. It's that simple."
"When the cake falls to the ground, whoever has the bigger fist will have the right to share it."
He stood on the edge of the tower, watching the buildings floating up and down around him.
Sigh.
At midnight, it is still as bright as day in the cave. This cave has been formed for a long time. Judging from the architectural style, it was at least before the Baroque period, or even earlier than the Greek period.
Castles, towers, broken walls.
Occasionally, you can see the remnants of knights' armor on the ground, as well as dung forks used by farmers in old times.
The afterglow of the castle age actually shines into the modern era.
There is never a shortage of people with ulterior motives in this era, and the defense forces have already started taking action.
"B.I.G. has been around for hundreds of years, and it's time for a change of blood."
"The war has begun."
The battle in the air continues.
But Vic knew that this was just a minor fight between the ancient forces.
In this battle, Aristotle will not die,
The Virgin Mary cannot die,
Astraea will not die,
Anubis cannot die either.
The ancient forces will be quiet for a while after this minor conflict. This period of time will be very long, and they will not appear again for hundreds of years.
The Council of Praise and the Bishops are enemies of the eleven gods, and have never been enemies of humanity.
Mankind’s only enemy will always be man himself.
What is truly terrifying is something deeper and more terrifying hidden beneath this fight.
war.
Vic couldn't imagine what kind of impact an army of tens of millions of undead beasts would have on New Elidu.
Everything is still in the making.
Vicky took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Mr. Big, humanity will eventually destroy itself."
"Praise won't kill a hundred million people, but war will."
Mr. Da also fell silent.
As a big man, he seemed so powerless and insignificant in the face of war.
He can't change anything.
We can only keep shooting. The times are passing by like a torrent, and no one can predict the future.
Vicky smoked a cigarette, and the light smoke floated up.
He said, "Sir, you don't have to be pessimistic. When war breaks out, heroes will naturally emerge from humanity. They will shoulder the mission of the times. We can only leave the things we cannot and will not be able to do to them."
“All we can do is treat the next generation well and wait for them to succeed.”
"Time is a bronze door, and it's locked to our generation. We can only hope that the next generation will open it and get everything back on track."
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