"If you import all the memories and feelings of the sages into yourself-can you still die by yourself and a human being?"
"Of course."
"Russell" replied without hesitation, "No matter what is injected into my mind and eventually makes’ me’ become’ me’, it will be all that I have experienced, and those are just foreign things."
"Remember what you are saying now, Andrew."
The old man sighed deeply again and flicked the papers on the desktop. His deep and sad eyes looked out of the window.
The tower of the Master of Chinese Medicine floats in the distance at sunset, just like a slowly advancing tower. The bombing of the fortress makes the blood fire become the background color of the sunset.
"Your Holiness …"
Although Andrew was not denied, he didn’t get a definite answer, so he was still a little reluctant. He packed up his desktop files and tried to ask, "Are you more inclined to … the so-called’ clean death’?"
"Andrew, you have to remember that the reason why we are opposed to the mage is not because they are wrong, but because we are right. That is to tell the believers that we can’t believe it ourselves."
The old man said slowly, "There is one real reason for this war-that is, we live in the world at the same time and the world is too small. It is one of the" churches "and" wizards "
"If we win, the world will become better; If they finally win, the world may not be so bad. The world can always run to distinguish whether it is inclined to us or to them. But how should ordinary people live or live?
"If we control the world, their lives will indeed be better because of our system, but this does not mean that they will be separated from the bottom; If the wizards control the world, they will just continue to go to the former society. This world is a sad cycle, and the layer will always change, but the bottom will always be the bottom.
"If we are doomed to failure, we might as well accept failure and choose clean death to leave a clear fire. When the mage rule becomes decadent in the future and the tower is about to overturn, someone will think of us.
"The reverse is also true. If we become taller one day, they will also read about wizards so that they can learn spells again because in their limited understanding, wizards are’ dying with clean fire’."
The old man’s voice is slow, like a tutor who makes people sleepy during a lecture, and like a lonely old man holding a pet and talking to himself.
"death is the most important thing for us individuals with limited lives, but if we look at’ cleanliness’ and’ correctness’ for a long time, we have proved that the divine device may win this war, but we will also lose cleanliness because of it.
"We have chosen the road of victory, but it has become a’ mage’ that people want to fight in the future … The future has not yet arrived, but I have seen the end, which is why I feel sorry."
Middle-aged people obviously didn’t fully understand.
He nodded vaguely, remembering the Pope’s words for the moment.
"So you mean …"
He persisted in asking for the only clear and correct answer.
"I promised."
The old man replied
"good!"
Middle-aged people are smiling, pure and innocent, as if they have got their favorite toy children. "Thank you-please rest assured that I also know that this research is full of evil risks, but I will not put this ugliness on you!"
He hurriedly bowed, pushed his glasses and then hastily excused himself.
The old man looked at his back deeply, shook his head gently, then looked at the distant sunset and finally sighed.
While middle-aged people turn their backs on the Pope and turn the handle of the Pope’s room.
-then pushed the door out.
He pushed the door and instantly remembered that the scene suddenly switched.
Andrew came to the brightly lit hall covered with ribbons.
The former pope always bends slightly in front of him, and his back is so straight.
He wore a papal white robe, pure gold shoulder straps and silver crystal glasses. His hair was neat and clean, his body was covered with fragrant ointment, and his face was smiling brightly.
When Russell pushed the door and came into the room, people cheered enthusiastically and saluted him, but Russell’s face was full of smiles, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it slightly to signal silence, but the cheers could not be suppressed, and the waves were higher and higher, and Russell did not blame him for smiling and enjoying the cheers while maintaining silence.
"My brothers and sisters!"
He shouted, "We won! Complete victory!"
Then screams and cheers resounded throughout the room, and people cheered and exulted. The suppression of the root method made Andrew’s words even more difficult.
He held out his hands and held them above his head, and the sound suddenly became quiet.
The bishops easily understood that Andrew really needed to be quiet and reserved at the same time, just like serving the monarch and ministers.
"God guided the angels to perform holy deeds. We have defeated the evil and crazy wizards. Thanks to the sacrifice of the angels, it is also to correct the mistakes we made before. The church was renamed’ Cyber Church’ today!
"We don’t serve God anymore, and we will return to God one day-because the theory of facts is devout faith or the method of holy words and deeds makes us throw ourselves into God, and God has separated us-"
People are either stunned or suddenly or calmly watching Andrew’s eyes slowly, and everyone’s face is swept to record everyone’s attitude.
Then he said, "But we still have a way to walk with God!
"One day, we will make the world and mankind realize the eternal life of Cybertron! Entering our consciousness department into the same’ holy book’ will make human consciousness unite again, make everyone an angel walking on the earth, and make us happy and healthy forever.
"create our own God! Create a new world that belongs to us! "
Andrew shouted, "and I will be promoted!" This engraved our faith-
"One day we will rise from the earth and reach the stars!"
His word were not greeted with cheer.
But Andrew was not timid. He commanded the angel army and defeated the mage. No one could make him hesitate.
He left with a smile and pushed the door from the other side.
He pushed the door and the scene in his memory changed again.
Andrew’s face didn’t smile at all. He calmly came to the luxurious and sacred sanctuary. In the center of the predecessor’s sanctuary was decorated with gold, silver and crystals. On the surface of the throne was a triple crown designed by himself.
It is a complex halo with a triple ring like the sun, which is pure white, bright gold and light gold from the outside.
Angel power named "savior"
But unlike his angel, he should not only receive this memory, but also preserve his personality memory, which is the easier secret for him to keep himself clean and his personality will not decay.
"For three years …"
He gently stroked the aura and murmured, "You taught me how much I understand now, but there are still more things I don’t understand."
He respected and worshipped the old Pope the most, and finally died.