Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 50: The Empty Throne (Part 2)
If the other party just wanted to eradicate the Holy Spirit Church, William would only agree with it. Maybe he would even go up and lend a hand, help fill a few handfuls of yellow earth for the corrupt organization, and then put some fireworks after the burial.
But what the other party is definitely considering is turning the table.
This can be seen from what they said earlier, that they want to resist the so-called "tyranny of this world". What they want to destroy is not the belief in the Holy Spirit, but the concept represented by the Holy Spirit itself.
Maybe what the other party wants to do is even crazier than those Void Kings.
Uh... at least crazier than most of the Void Kings.
"I have never seen any holy spirit personally impose tyranny on the world, but I do know a lot of tyrants who have committed unforgivable crimes in their name - whether they choose to believe in them or oppose them. In fact, apart from this difference in stance, they are essentially the same kind of people."
After listening to the words of the Takma, William pondered for a moment and replied.
Compared to the Void King, whose presence and personality were too strong, the presence of the Holy Spirits in the game was surprisingly low. If the "Seven Disasters" that were forcibly given personality were excluded, then throughout the entire game, William had not even heard any Holy Spirit make a sound.
Rather than saying that they are gods, it would be better to say that they are more like some kind of system structure in the world.
William's words made the old man, who was being held by the ghost of the dead, look full of pity.
He stared into William's eyes and said slowly:
"Mr. William, there are two kinds of tyranny. The first is when a king orders the execution of all babies born on the same day as his son throughout the country; the second is the rules themselves that allow the king to do such absurd things. I'm sorry that you can only see the first kind of tyranny and turn a blind eye ."
Then, without waiting for William to answer, he continued:
"Of course, I understand that you would be that kind of person - you would encourage the people to join you in rebelling against the king, break into his magnificent and heavily guarded palace, drag him down from his high throne, and finally put him on trial in public and hang him in the central square. In fact, you did this more than a thousand years ago, and I sincerely admire your cause."
"But what is the final result? I believe you have seen it in history books. Kill a king, and the people will elect a new king. Sometimes he may be a good person, who can bring a brief period of peace to the world and give people who grew up in this era the illusion that the world should be like this. But most of the time, the one who is elected is just another tyrant waiting to be overthrown..."
"So, just because you ate a bite of food that didn't suit your taste, you're going to overturn the whole table?"
William interrupted him.
If the other party is just desperate about the so-called "human nature" and thinks that everything can only be saved by starting over, then the style of these guys is probably only at the level of the boss in the boys' comics.
So, William also stared into the other person's eyes and continued:
"Besides, how arrogant do you have to be to think that the entire world has been in a stagnant cycle? Humanity has struggled all the way from the Iron Age to the current Platinum Age. Although it has done a lot of bad things along the way and has even experienced a shocking setback in the past thousand years, no matter what, it is always making progress in the general direction."
And that damn Terra Empire is largely responsible for the shocking regression over the past thousand years.
"Mr. William, do you still believe that power and human nature are the source of the 'tyranny' I described earlier?"
After hearing William's words, the pity on the other party's face deepened.
It was so severe that William punched him.
"So what do you think is the root cause?"
William asked patiently.
“Power and humanity are only manifestations of tyranny, not the causes. All the suffering in this world originates from this world itself.”
The other party replied with a serious expression .
"……ha?"
Ignoring William's indescribable expression, the old man from the Takma sect spoke as if he was preaching:
The "father" drafted the law and power, which stipulated the power structure in which some people will always be above others, and she is the eternal tyrant at the top of power. The mother delineated life and cycle, which made all beautiful things inevitably age and wither. The old man blinded the true wisdom. She made us only know the world through the unreliable illusion of the senses and describe the soul with the incomplete medium of language. The lady broke the emotional scale. She made us love one person more than another, thus cutting off the possibility of mutual understanding among all people. The teenager stipulated the law of strength and weakness. She made the weak weaker and the strong stronger, making the whole world run madly on the edge of imbalance. The child brought endless regrets. She made us see so many possibilities in ourselves, but in the end we could only choose one of them. And finally, there is the dead. Every living being cannot escape her judgment. No matter what you have gained in this life, when everything returns to eternal silence, she will take everything away from you. "
"Do you understand? The creatures in this world should have been able to get more. We were all originally stars. But the seven jailers who proclaimed themselves kings used their own authority to imprison us in this world. Only by breaking this cage called the present world and shattering all the inherent things can we have true freedom!"
What is the Human Completion Project, what is the Age of Madness...
William complained silently.
Another madman who keeps talking about world relief... If all the members of the Takma Cult are like him, William feels that in the next plan, the priority of encircling and suppressing this organization will be higher than dealing with the invasion of the Void King.
After all, among the Void Kings, there are only one or two who are seriously thinking about destroying the world all day long, and their style of doing things is relatively direct - at least the noise is very loud.
But a madman like this who loves human salvation might have been hiding in some corner of the world for a few years, and then quietly created something big and entertaining.
After hearing the other party's speech that sounded like a sermon, William, who was unable to criticize his logic, gave up the idea of continuing to reason with this madman, and instead tried to get some more information from him.
"You just mentioned only seven holy spirits. Where is the eighth holy spirit, 'The Hermit'? Is he also a jailer in the world like his other seven colleagues?"
William asked.
"She was deceived into participating in the creation of the world, but she discovered in the process that the creation of the world was a complete disaster. So she concealed her whereabouts and left only an empty seat as the throne. And this empty throne is our only means of resisting this crazy world."
The old man replied.
"What does she have to do with me then?"
William continued to ask.
The old man did not answer, but stared at William closely. After a long time, he answered the question irrelevantly:
"We will stop you."
"Stop me what?"
"Prevent you from ascending the vacant seat of the Eighth Holy Spirit, and prevent you from becoming the Eighth Holy Spirit."
"I never expected this kind of thing from the beginning."
William replied somewhat puzzled.
"Yes, you don't want it. But as long as you are alive, the throne will come to you, whether you are willing or not, you are the most preferred candidate for the throne. Unless before that, you are willing to give up this empty seat to someone else, otherwise it will definitely be yours. And you and I both know that you will not be willing to let Terra Riel take the throne."
"so?"
"So you can only die, even if you didn't do anything wrong."
"Well, that's a much more reasonable logic, but the question is how are you going to do it?"
William asked curiously as he looked at the old man in front of him whose head would be chopped off by the dead ghost if he had the slightest thought.
"Indeed, you are very strong. If you had just returned, we could have tried to use our sheer numbers to wear you down, but now you have begun to organize your forces."
"You can say 'but' now."
"Weren't you curious about how the magic base I used was different from yours? No need to hide it, I could see your surprise. Do you know why I said before that 'modern magic' or 'logical magic' was a wrong path from the beginning?"
The other party asked, looking up.
William said nothing.
He had to admit that if he didn't communicate with the astral realm, he was indeed curious about where the other party's magic power came from. Magic casters could use the etheric domain to temporarily store a small amount of magic power, but it was only a small amount.
But all the magic power that the opponent had previously used came from his own etheric domain, which either meant that the opponent's etheric domain was much more powerful than his own - which was basically impossible. William's etheric domain strength, which could chant and release three divine domain-level spells at the same time, was definitely the limit for mortals.
And if that was true, then William would have been the one being suppressed before.
Then there is only one possibility left - that is, the other party can use his own etheric domain to generate magic power.
But this is impossible, because all the magic power in the world should come from...
"All the magic in the world should come from the astral world, right?"
He said as if he had guessed what William was thinking.
"Remember what I said before, that we should all be stars? Do you think this is just a metaphor?"
Hearing this, the expression on William's face finally became serious.
"Now... you can understand how deeply the present world has imprisoned us, right?"
"It should be our birthright to shape reality at will according to our own will. But under the confinement of the entire cage of the real world, those seven tyrants turned it into an endless logic game."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shocking explosion suddenly came from the interior of the Yuefa City Palace floating on the sea in the distance.
William turned his head and saw that about a quarter of the palace had been blown down. Countless ravens poured out of the palace and gathered together into dark clouds in the storm.
The old man from the Takma sect turned his head with difficulty and looked over there, then said softly:
"Then, onto the second act, Mr. William."
