Chapter 138 Taboo Level Issues
"Oh? This is an interesting part."
Kaiya stroked his chin and said with great interest: "Well, can we discuss this?"
"Are you discussing how to get the most out of me? I can't give you that much time. Forget it."
Diekarapian said calmly, "This problem does not count. If you try to be clever like this again next time, it will be considered that person's problem."
"Very good, then I'll be the first to ask."
Kaiya became serious: "So, the one standing in front of me now, a noble being in terms of life level, are you really the real Dekalapian?"
"No, the real Diocletian has fallen silent, just like the tower that was shattered."
"And my existence is only a mark of Diocletian, the embodiment of the immortal, unyielding, and unyielding spirit."
"Okay, I have finished asking my questions. The rest is up to you."
Diluk put away his weapon, folded his hands and said calmly: "So, if we want to eliminate the influence you bring, what do we need to do?"
"If this final test can bring me joy and clarity, all the so-called negative effects you mentioned will disappear."
"If you can't satisfy me, then it proves that your free will is limited. Then it will take longer and with more determination to calm everything down."
Everyone in Mondstadt frowned. The solution to this problem sounded simple, but it was too broad.
To satisfy Diekarapian?
Anyway, it is impossible for them to surrender. What's more, the other party himself said that he is an immortal, unyielding and unwilling spiritual collection. Surrendering to him is just replicating his memory, which is completely useless.
Besides, this is an old monster that is nearly ten thousand years old. It is really too much to ask people like them to use their life experience of more than ten or twenty years to judge what the other party wants.
"Why do you want to show up again?"
Qin asked: "The demon god is immortal, but after thousands of years, why did you suddenly appear at this time, and even control the power in the secret realm?"
"Control? Haha, it's just a way of using the power of the earth veins. It's far from being control. This is just a mortal's foolish opinion."
"As for why I show up at this time..."
Diekarapian was silent for a moment. "The beautiful dream I once had was shattered into pieces like the sky. Even the power and mind of the demon god will take time to gather again."
"Moreover, after thousands of years, the people of this land are still fighting for freedom, but true freedom seems to have not yet arrived."
"I want to see what kind of brilliance the things that people once desperately pursued can blossom into in this relatively peaceful era."
"And the only things that make freedom bloom are oppression, fear, and disaster!"
"I don't want to see the so-called wind of freedom. I am Diocabiyan, the king of the gale, but I am quite interested in the fire in the hearts of mortals."
"The flames of the past burned the entire era and my tower. Can the flames of today burn a little of my power? This is what I want to see. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
…
A standard, yet indifferent answer.
To God, the limitations of mortals are indeed there.
One obedient child is playing on an abandoned road, and a hundred disobedient children are playing on the road where vehicles are about to come.
There is a mechanism in your hand. Will you choose to save that one child or the hundred?
This is a difficult choice for humans, because no matter which one you choose, there will be various reasons to restrain your hands that are about to open the mechanism.
But to God, it is a very simple question.
dead?
What's the difference between one and a hundred?
It's just numbers.
In contrast, being able to witness the struggle and unwillingness of humans when making decisions can actually arouse a sense of novelty for demons who have seen too many ordinary things.
Just like now.
"I'll do it!"
Tartaglia walked forward, an excited smile burning in his eyes.
"This honorable incarnation of the gods, can I fight with you?"
"Can."
It was a simple question and a simple answer, but it shocked everyone present.
Is this executive crazy?
However , within the next five minutes, they saw a battle that made them feel "boring".
It couldn't even be considered a one-sided massacre, because Diekarapian only gave Tartaglia five minutes.
During these five minutes, the pressure of the Fierce Wind Demon was released, causing the thousands of flowing winds to stagnate. The power of the tower that forced the people to bow their heads made it difficult for Tartaglia to take a step.
Until the last second, the executive, whose body had been completely enveloped by the light of the two elements and turned into an elemental man, only tried his best to move forward a small half step.
"Power gained from extracting life force? From a mortal's perspective, you are very strong, and your desire to fight is also strong enough."
"But it's too early to challenge a demon god."
When these words were spoken, even Gu Sanqiu was surprised.
What it means by "too early" is... is there such a thing?
The members of the Knights of Favonius also silently memorized this man's appearance in their hearts. If this guy appeared in Mond, they would definitely send out their most elite intelligence personnel to keep a close eye on him!
"Okay everyone, I'll take the next question."
Eula stared at Decarabian and asked, "During the old aristocratic period of Mond, were you the one who was causing trouble?"
"I am not interested in the struggle for power and gain among mortals. They are just another shackle in the struggle for freedom in this land. What do mortals do when they cannot control their desires? What does it have to do with me?"
"snort!"
Eula bit her lip and stepped aside without saying a word.
"Well, everyone in the Knights has asked so many questions, how about letting me ask a question."
Gu Sanqiu raised his hand lightly, then looked at Diekarapian.
"My question is simple, but also abrupt. I hope you are prepared."
"Oh? I've been curious from the beginning, what kind of questions would someone like you ask? Tell me."
"How can one completely kill a demon?"
"Well, if I need to describe it, it's probably to grind the opponent to ashes, the kind that can't be deader."
"What!"
Now, even players with expressionless expressions like Diluk and Albedo couldn't help but reveal surprised expressions.
"Mortal, can I understand that you are provoking me?"
"That's a serious question."
Faced with the pressure, Gu Sanqiu calmly took out the dragon scale shield and used the dragon power in it to resist the influence of the earth veins in the wind element.
"Please answer seriously. This is the opportunity you, as a demon god, have provided to us for questioning."
"Huh, the devil? But even if the devil turns hostile now, what can you, an ordinary person, do?"
"You won't."
Gu Sanqiu's tone was firm.
The monarch of the fierce wind, the lonely king of the high tower, built a high tower to protect his people from the strong wind, but the wind was so strong that people could not raise their heads. He planted the seeds of freedom in their hearts, but he never explained it to anyone.
This kind of rigid and inflexible life described in science fiction novels, where even the toilet time is regulated, was created by Deacarrabian for his people and has never been changed. Even when the tower was destroyed, it never bowed its head to any person or god.
There is no other difference between God and man, this is the most true manifestation.
What does the demands and desires of mortals have to do with him!
The defeat of Diekarno-Sabrina was the inevitable trend of the times. It was people’s desire for freedom that shattered the lofty winds that the experts used to deceive ordinary people.
So what if I fail once?
Even as a loser, he is proud!
