PS:... I just watched episode 75 from the sky yesterday. Oh, oh, this guy Shui Wuyue (covers her face), this is not... this is not... this is not... this is not tempting me to learn from her mouth!

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"Don't you be included among the living tribe members?" I whispered.

"I'm dead. Everything here is integrated into my life's will, soul, pain and hatred. The most important thing is that I have to ask for an explanation for her." Minos gently stroked the cold stone base, "She is a big fool... Have you ever seen a fool who will make for herself to die calmly? In her heart, artificial angels account for 70% and Sinaps accounts for 30%. I can't count anything. Even if she is like that, she actually smiled at me at the end of her life..."

"Take good care for those children and protect Sinapus... She told me this way before she died. I always had no weight in her heart." He murmured, and tears flowed down again, "You must be very disappointed. Your eldest daughter was sealed by me, your second daughter was beaten all day long, and the third daughter had hardly received an order... In my eyes, they are perfect defects. You put all your efforts into it, but they did not respond to your expectations. They are still sad puppets..."

"There is no way. They don't know how to resist, don't know how to think, don't know how to love, they don't understand anything... But then again, who can teach them what love is?"

"I am not a good patriarch, and I must resolve the catastrophe in this way. I am not a good patriarch. I cannot even save your life. I am not a good man. I cannot even let you look at me more..." Minos' fingers drew a deep gully on the floor. He gritted his teeth and cried, "But I can use my whole life to avenge you. Even if I face a terrifying strong enemy, even if I am still far from an opponent, I can make that person pay the price..."

He was trapped in imagination and had a conversation with the person who no longer existed in the void. I could not understand this paranoid and crazy soul. He was still crying, thinking and talking, but this person was actually dead.

"...I'm sorry for letting you listen to these stupid words, but just treat it as a side exchange for those rewards. Please listen to these stories, I think someone will always pass on this story." He wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled reluctantly, "Come with me, let's talk as we go..."

I flew into the interior of this huge fortress with him. The empty hall was connected up and down, and the walls were rigorously distributed. The empty sound filled the entire space, with blue lines scattered, and black artificial angels shuttled back and forth between the walls and rooms, not knowing what they were busy with.

"This is..." I saw their faces, and my pupils shrank slightly. These artificial angels with dull expressions are undoubtedly mass-produced. They are all black-haired and have three appearances, namely Nymph, Astraya and the imprisoned alpha. "Is it a copy of the three of them?"

"It is... Icarus-Melan, Nemfo-Melan, Astraya-Melan." He nodded without any concealment, "I have not spent a day in one thousand years... Although the mass-produced type lacks crucial things compared to the three of them, it is perfect enough as mass-produced cannon fodder..."

"What's missing?" I pushed my glasses and said lightly.

"What is missing is..." He took a deep breath, word by word, "My love gives them feelings, strength and the possibility of evolution and breaking fate at the cost of life."

"Why do you do this?" I asked, talking and listening to the topic.

"Maybe it was her boring maternal attack, maybe it was her repentance of what she had been obsessed with, maybe it was her resistance to fate... Who knows, she did it silently, and then died." He said indifferent words lightly, with great hatred in his heart, but he was gradually bound by him, waiting for the final outbreak.

"Why did she die? Is that person because of that person? Who is that person? Why is it related to you?" I asked with arrows.

"That person is an extremely terrifying existence, far away from here, not even in the same time and space. We don't even know what it is, we only know that it wants to come here, but it is too powerful, powerful to the upper limit that this planet can bear, so it thought of a way to put itself in a long time and use the years to divide the terrifying energy. Then it needs a body, a body that can maintain the highest output to the greatest extent..." Minos flapped his wings, protecting him.

With a stable flight speed, his voice fluctuated without any fluctuation, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him. "It requires the life of this time and space to cast a body for her. It chose the Winged Humans. It did not suddenly come, but contacted us in a strange way. It slowly eroded the hearts of some people with words and will, changing their thinking patterns, and it guided us to "discover" many amazing technologies and techniques. It was an irresistible temptation for us who were caught in a bottleneck at that time..."

"Then the Winged Man clan, who was far above Sinapus, who was proud of his wisdom and power, gradually fell into depravity. It was like a ruthless conspirator, fiddling with some of the polluted tribes like puppets. What's more terrifying is that its means were silent. We didn't even know its existence. We thought that the tribes made a mistake in the search for truth..." Minos said coldly, "So, Sinapus's technology tree gradually deformed. We found that powerful artificial angels exploded all existing powers with excellent performance and incomprehensible mystery. Therefore, more and more tribes abandoned their original research direction and instead devoted themselves to this future with infinite possibilities. Only a small number of Winged Man is still developing traditional power..."

"And then, the war began. We broke out with the underworld. All of this was the man holding the puppet line behind him, with cold layouts and plans, from a small accident to an irreparable fierce conflict. The war came so far. Fighting for freedom? Fighting for home? Fighting for truth? To protect important people? To be irredeemable belief? No, no, the war has reached a certain level, and only war determines the war. Iron and fire wipe out the flash of souls, and cast all noble and despicable reasons and excuses into the same posture. In the end, the only purpose of war is to destroy everything you see..."

"We have put countless artificial angels into the battlefield, fighting, falling, evaluating, and improving... War is a melting pot. Every melting will discharge useless dregs and waste, leaving behind more and more refined products. The artificial angels are getting stronger and stronger. Sinapus shows his strength unscrupulously, but all this is just that we dance in someone's palm. What it wants is a perfect body, the most successful artificial angel..."

"So, many tribe members began to be alert. They discovered that Sinapus was running contrary to their original spirit. They realized this change and wanted to find the fundamental reason. They wanted to end the war... So, the unpolluted tribe members, the controlled tribe members, and the unprecedented civil war caused a stir..."
Chapter completed!