It's not just a myth. Zhu Rong said.

"The writings, the myths, the legends of the past....after the 'Dream, the Plague, we destroyed all those things. This includes material records, knowledge entities of the old era, and knowledge and information stored in our databases.

"Because we're not sure what's poisonous on it. What is it that makes people kill each other....the oldest past, people kill each other because of their bestiality; So what did it pollute the human mind after people lost their animal nature?

"I've thought about tens of thousands of possibilities. But I'm just an A and don't have a position to answer this question.

"We can only go from the back to the front, delete all the things that are modern, and delete all the things that can be deleted from the ancients. What is left is the essence of culture, the beauty of poetry, the deep philosophical reflections and the harsh historical record...... and the oldest, primitive witchcraft and primitive worship that can be traced back to the actions of the first human ancestors,...... We keep it separate and store it in a local area network."

Just listening to Zhu Rong's words, Russell could think of how heartache the dragons were.

"Thousands of years of civilization have accumulated countless pieces of information – erase them one by one by hand, as if they never existed."

"It's like deleting the memories of your life to this day, and restoring yourself to 'factory settings.'" It's so painful..."

Zhu Rong said slowly, "Yes. We can remember where we came from, but we don't fully know the culture that other dragons represent. It's a necessary quarantine measure, and if the dragon is contaminated by this, at least it won't affect anyone else."

That's why dragons tend to rule over humans who are closer to their stored cultures.

It's not that these space battleships still have nihilistic political positions, but because they have subtle similarities. To the dragon, who had already self-destructed once, the resemblance was as conspicuous as driftwood seen by a drowning man.

"Isn't it exactly domination, but mutual salvation?

Russell muttered.

He realized one thing—something he had known for a long time, but only now was he really sure of.

"You won't abandon the seven islands, will you?"

Hua Touch's eyes moved, and she also reacted.

The dragon is not a tyrant, nor is it a rebellious Al... … It's closer to teachers, parents, and grandparents who are very tired. They have a very clear personality, have their own preferences, and are by no means cold machines.

Then compared to the Sky Island people who have been making trouble, it must be those well-behaved and simple people on the ground who will be more likable.

The dragons have been on the earth, perhaps not because they are not interested in "ruling the Sky Island", but because they are more focused on helping the people of the earth live.

From this point of view, although the dragons are nominally the rulers of the Sky Island, they may have chosen the pure earthlings.

Hearing Russell's words, Zhu Rong did not answer immediately.

He just sighed, as if he didn't know where to start.

But with the computing power of his cosmic era, it is impossible for him to think for so long like a human being. Therefore, this "hesitation" itself is the attitude that Zhu Rong wants to show.

"That's right."

Zhu Rong opened his mouth and said slowly, "Do you know 'antibodies?'

"Humans who survive a plague will have antibodies to this virus in their bodies to a greater or lesser extent. Human beings have experienced countless such plagues since ancient times, and have coexisted with viruses and bacteria in various changes. Like the mitochondria in the human body, they were once a bacterium until they coexisted with the human body.

"The catastrophe that destroyed human civilization and made us destroy the evidence of our existence, so as to seal the dream back to where it was in the first place. But 'psionic energy, a dangerous talent, including spells and holy ranks that extend from primordial psionic energy, make this seal unstable.

"The First Mage War, the Second Mage War, there was no conflict of interest between people, and there was no unforgettable hatred between the country and the family

Why, then, did different countries in different cultural circles start a world war in a short period of time? Why did everyone lose their minds at the same time?"

Russell understood, and felt a chill run through his heart.

"You mean it's a conspiracy of dreams?"

Flower Touch then asked.

"Nope. It's not a conspiracy."

The black-haired middle-aged man shook his head and corrected with a smile, "It's like you humans rolling over while sleeping, and your heavy and long breathing becomes quiet. When that consciousness becomes very shallow, it is as if you can hear the sounds that are happening around you."

Flower Touch and Russell glanced at each other.

She had just told Russell about the beginning of the Shari'a War.

And now it seems.....

The young man who poisoned the old man was probably influenced by the dream, and he did the wrong thing that impulsively did not make any profit; The Mage Tower was also affected by the illusion that it made such a radical response.

"It's the same chaos that is happening on Sky Island right now, right?"

Flower Touch also understood.

Those sudden chaos, wars.

Hatred that is detonated, greed at any cost.

Humanity has become hyperactive and short-sighted, self-destructing for the sake of profit and meaninglessness.

It all happened so naturally until it was all over, and when people look back and start from the beginning, they realize that the original motive was such a coincidence. And everyone's reaction at that time was so fierce, as if everyone was blinded.

"So, the reason why Wolf Yan and Delphinch have all remained rational in this chaos is..."

That's because in the past six months, Russell has unconsciously "wiped" some

The subconscious of man - although he didn't know the meaning of the "dirty" portraits in the sea of the subconscious, he wiped them when he passed by and saw them.

Now Russell can't help but be afraid - if he hadn't done this kind of "subconscious good deed" at that time, I am afraid that today's chaos will not be stalemate at all, but will cover the world in an instant. It's like a Sharia war.

Those who have been "wiped" by Russell are the same ordinary people who still hold objective rationality and strive to maintain order today.

「…… After all, it is an existence that can change the subconscious structure of the group. It is not an exaggeration to call 'God' even so."

Flower touch sighed helplessly, "We are fighting against the gods..."

"If He is God, then there is no doubt that He is the evil God who destroys the world."

Zhu Rong looked at Russell with deep meaning: "So do you understand? Why I mentioned 'antibodies,'.

"These people who have survived the Sharia Wars have been nurtured by us to acquire pale yellow psionic powers. This color is like a neutralization of white and dusk yellow.

"Yes, they who survived a pollution have a faint twilight trait. It's not eternal gold, it's not pure silver. Rather, it is the inferior, most corrosive iron—but it is precisely because of its nature that it produces antibodies to the erosion of the twilight species."

「…… I see."

Russell already understood why Zhu Rong specifically mentioned this matter to himself: "If you open the gray dome and leave the earth, you will not take the Sky Island people away at all."

All the people of the Sky Island are destined to be abandoned.

In this war, there will be no victors at all!

As long as it continues, it is absolutely "self-destructive".

"Not quite, actually."

Zhu Rong smiled mildly and added, "At least the elves will still bring it. After all, they are 'living samples of civilization' – a dream is far more corrosive than you think, and for us intellectual AIs, even if we just hold tainted knowledge, we can degenerate.

"So when we give this knowledge to some elves, we delete the original information. Only through this means can the erosion of dreams be avoided."

"Since you don't plan to take the Sky Islanders away at all, too

Knowing that the so-called 'bad roots' of the people of the Sky Island are actually nothing more than the erosion of the twilight. So what are you going to do when you brought me here? What do you want to test them? Or is it just a desire to trap me here?"

Russell's eyes narrowed, and his tone became unceremoniously, "In that case, you won't be able to trap me."

"I know—the Wolf's Word's psionic power and the Holy Rank of the Sheath, right? You have the power to kill us, but I'm not hostile to you, we're just going to show you the way."

Zhu Rong smiled and said, "There is no doubt that there is a high probability that you will not be able to successfully seal the illusion dream now. Even if you can already be called the weakest twilight, there is a gap between twilight and twilight. Even if it's just a sealed dream in a deep sleep, you may not be able to devour it.

"But I don't want you to die—in my brief encounter, I think highly of you. Indeed, in my opinion, you are the only way we can overcome our dreams. And it's unlikely that you'll lose control, so you can be called a 'friendly enough twilight seed.'"

So, go and get in touch with the "remnants of war" on earth.

The middle-aged man said.

Russell paused, lost in thought.

And Zhu Rong is still saying, "Get their approval and understand their suffering. Access to their sea of subconscious, get their antibodies, and then you can safely enter the space behind the Overturned Tower.

"Actually, after we discussed it, we thought it was impossible for the Sky Islanders to defeat their subconscious. In other words, you need to hurry up now, get the 'Dream Antibody' before the Sky Island is destroyed by the war, and then seal the Dream away.

"If it's a little later...... Even if you solve the illusion and people don't have new confrontations, the contradictions that have been intensified and the hatred that have been carved will not be eliminated because of this."

"-huh."

Russell burst out laughing, "I'm the only one who has the opposite view from you."

"Do you think the Skyislanders don't need your help to win? Because you cleaned a fifth of the people on the island of happiness? It's impossible to have an advantage in the battle, and people won't be able to hold out for long. The pains of life will overwhelm what little reason they have left, and the flames of hatred will scorch them. Not to mention that you're not helping the other Sky Islands at all."

Intellectually A is rationally analyzing: "This is a catastrophe that covers the seven islands, a war destined to spread to the whole world—not just the chaos that began on the island of happiness. Probabilistically, there is only a 4.8% chance of winning."

"Isn't that still 4.8%?"

Russell asked rhetorically, "The probability of human beings being born out of this universe is much smaller than that number.

"If the birth of humanity is a miracle, then the destruction of humanity should also have a probability of being called a miracle."

"There's no basis for that."

"There's no basis, it's human romance."

Russell smiled, "You're the Vulcan you'll never understand."