Chapter 139: The Burial of the Storm (8)
When one is unable to make a choice from the realities of the situation, it is undoubtedly wise to follow a traditional arrangement. www.biquge.info At this time, Camerondo had calmed down, and he sat in the formation, his heart was like water.
The ethereal-voiced man remained in the void, silently watching Camerondo's death. According to his speculation: without the intervention of external forces, the large array would definitely stop functioning in a very short time. The pure power of light will return to the base of the black and white fish-shaped formation, and the dark power will follow, directly descending on this palace from thousands of miles away. With the arrival of darkness, everything here will be destroyed, and the first to bear the brunt is the extremely weak Camerondo, who will absolutely not stop the invasion of the dark power, and will even become a necromancer at the mercy of darkness.
"The height of wisdom only depends on the height of your vision, you have been trapped in this deep palace for too long, so you have extraordinary wisdom in vain, but you can only dwell on the gains and losses in front of you, and you can't make the right choice after all-" The ethereal voice sighed.
"The right choice? Maybe you're right, but you can't make me a newcomer, I can only choose tradition. Camerondo also sighed softly, "I have seen too many ugly things in this endless palace complex. Here, many people will do whatever it takes to try to challenge a higher position of power, but they never dare to challenge tradition, they will only make themselves look more like the person in the tradition, for example: a young prince killed his brother only because tradition required him to do so, and the arrangement to obey tradition is the right thing most of the time. Cameron smiled at the void, "Tradition dictates that we never create disaster. So, don't try to use my hand to create a catastrophe that will affect the entire imperial capital, if you really want to, you can try to challenge this tradition, provided you know how to stop the circle, of course. β
The ethereal voice was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "You don't have to be tempted, I really don't know how to stop the formation, because neither you nor we have actually been able to obtain the complete inheritance of this great array." You or Camerondo have all wondered why you only know how to use this great array, but why you don't know why it can be used. β
Cameron nodded, not denying it: "I really just know it, but I don't know why. Camerondo's legacy is indeed incomplete, could it be that you have gained more inheritance?
"This great formation is filled with too many incredible things, and no one can obtain the inheritance of the formation in its entirety. For hundreds of years, countless people have not been able to comprehend: how it accurately calculates the trajectory of the moon, how it makes the power of light flow in the sky like a river on the ground, how it uses the moon to accurately strike the pure power of light to any corner of the earth? No one can understand all this, it is only faithfully recorded in the vast canon, but even the most knowledgeable gods can hardly understand what if.
It should be said that Camerondo's legacy has been the biggest gain in the study of the canon. It's a pity that when the frozen royal family left this palace, Camerondo was forgotten along with this palace. Luckily, the Divine Codex hasn't been lost, and we've finally made a little bit of progress over the years, at least we've learned how to make this formation a little flawed, and this flaw is enough to weaken the power of this formation a little bit-"
"Do you mean that the failure of this formation is due to your deliberate design? Why? Why did you do it? Don't you know that the existence of the eternal night is a common scourge for the entire continent, and how can you disregard the fate of the human race because of your own selfishness. Camerondo was furious again.
"Reckless of the fate of the Terrans?" the ethereal voice sneered, "Camerondo, you have been worshiped by humans for too long. All you do is stand in the shoes of humanity. If you really care about the fate of the Terrans, you should let the Human Emperor open up the northern frontier, instead of imprisoning the Protoss, the tribesmen, and the orcs in the bitter cold of the Black Sea in the ice fields and facing the threat of eternal night. β
Cameron was stunned when he heard this, and his expression was slightly lonely: "I'm sorry, I can't do it, because I'm not the emperor of the Human Empire." Perhaps, the emperor of the human empire could not have done this, because racial hatred has lasted for a thousand years, and is engraved in the blood of all races-"
"Don't use hatred as an excuse, it will always be a small group of people who will determine the future of the mainland, and it is these people's endless desires that perpetuate hatred, not ordinary people of the human race. Camerondo, you have no right to accuse anyone-"
"But by doing so, I can at least bring luck to the Terrans for a hundred years, and you're sacrificing innocent people in everything you're doingβ" Camerondo frowned.
"A hundred years of luck? You are wrong, even if you give the Terrans another thousand years of luck, they will still use nine hundred and ninety-nine years to kill each other, and then wait for death in fear for the last year. As has happened for the past eight hundred years, it is only when the eternal night is imminent that they occasionally look up at the northern sky. Before that, whether it was orcs, humans, or gods, they only had power and war in their eyes. For example, in this imperial capital, there will soon be a struggle for power, and at that time, even if there is no disaster caused by your suspension of the formation, this number one city in the continent will also be bleeding. Your so-called mercy is just creating more disasters.
What we are doing today may seem extremely cruel to you, but it is an attempt to solve the fundamental problem, not to delay the ill of the mainland. We believe that if the Terrans can resist the eternal night, it will only take ten years, and if they cannot resist the catastrophe of the eternal night, no amount of time will be in vain. Ten years can sober everyone, but a hundred years will perish everyone. β
Camerondo finally looked shocked: "Who are you? Do you want to dominate the entire continent?"
"Unify the continent? No, the continent was originally a whole, but because of a small mistake, it was divided for 800 years. Today, we're just changing that mistake. β
Camerondo suddenly lost interest in continuing to speak, and just said lightly: "I always thought that there was a wise man in front of me, but it turns out that you are just a madman." However, it should be said that you and everyone behind you are a bunch of madmen, a bunch of lunatics who want to drag the entire continent into the abyss of no return. (To be continued.) )