The last hour of daylight.

Albion·80.99km layer.

This is an area that humans have never set foot on, because this area is the physical passage to the [Ether Ocean], and the human body cannot withstand the huge ether radiation, and cannot shield the internal [Myth Factor Turbulence] and [Information]

Turbulence], only the [Crowned One] can physically cross the [Ocean of Ether].

Going a little further, you will find the boundary between the spiritual tomb and the ether. As long as you cross the boundary monument in front, you can go directly to the origin of the ether.

A thirty-meter-high boundary monument stands here, majestic and solemn.

It is made of solid stone, with a smooth mirror-like appearance, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere. The base of the boundary monument is wide and stable, with deep lines engraved on it, just like the marks of time. The base gradually tightens upward to form a cone shape.

The main body makes the boundary monument look more majestic.

On the base, there is a text engraved:

[The new day is noisy,

Already born for Elven Ears.

The stone door creaks open and close,

The wheels of the sun are rolling,

With light comes noise!

It beats the drum, it blows the trumpet,

dizzy, deafening,

Those who have not heard it cannot hear it.]

The old Lando El-Melloi Archibald stood in front of the boundary marker again, staring at the words on the boundary marker. In his mind, he unconsciously recalled the first time he was brought here by his teacher.

, the teacher’s explanation to him.

"Guido Reni's "Sun God and Time", if you see him, you will think of the roar of the trumpet; Tacitus once said: The sound of the sun setting is clearly audible. Berlin's narrative poem "

"Titurel" also said: When the sun rises, it makes a sound more sweet than the song of birds. Ariel said that only the 'elven ears' can hear it."

At the last moment of the memory, the elderly teacher turned his head and looked at the young children, his eyes full of expectation and hope.

The teacher's eyes are like a bright mirror, reflecting the children's future possibilities and potential.

Teachers look forward to the growth and development of children, and children turn their teachers' expectations into inner motivation, driving them to move forward bravely.

Lando El-Melloi held his cane and looked at the last line of the boundary marker, "He who has not heard cannot be heard."

"A voice that is incomprehensible to mortals is impossible for mortals to hear." Lando El-Melloi muttered in a daze, "Teacher, I can't hear it. The gospel of truth has never sounded in my ears..."

···”

"El-Melloi, the last two weapons have also been destroyed."

The impaler's deep voice echoed in Lando's ears again, interrupting his absence.

"I know, I know."

Lando raised his dim eyes and replied in a low voice:

"The hunter did not press forward step by step. On the contrary, he gave us enough time to prepare. He does not want to hinder your resurrection."

"He is an ambitious guy. My weapons have been destroyed, so after I recover, I will face an unprecedented moment of weakness - the opponent has only one goal from the beginning to the end. He wants to use a human body to kill the crown and kill the monster.

, he wanted to be a [regicide].”

"You don't seem to think it's ridiculous. On the contrary, you are gearing up, preparing for the attack, and staying on guard."

"The only ones who can kill monsters are humans - this is the gap in my [Crown]." The Impaler's voice had a different kind of depth, "[Crown] can't do it, and [Miracle] can't do it either. Only humans can.

Kill me with your own hands; and the subsequent stages starting from the [Lord] all belong to the [Human Apostles], so they must be human beings, and they can only be human beings."

"Lando, for me and my current enemy, for us, everything belongs to the same secret, whether you call it 'the will to pursue and create life' or 'strive to reach the highest, the furthest, strive to

Rich, striving for power.'

For us, we must create, we must create, we must fight, we must stand on the opposite side of a certain goal.

Ah, no matter who you are, as long as you understand this kind of will, you can understand how difficult and rugged the road you are traveling on will be.

In all existing evaluation systems, the value of life is always overestimated, even higher than itself. However, this overestimation is actually a kind of will, which is the representative of the will to power!

The essence of life is the will to power, and all life activities, psychological activities, social and historical phenomena are manifestations of the will to power."

Lord Impaler's extremely solemn voice echoed in Lando El-Melloi's ears.

"Now, the enemy we have to face will be a person who is not bound by traditional morality and actively expresses the will to power. He regards the will to power as the fundamental driving force of life itself, and life is essentially a way of constantly transcending oneself and moving towards a higher level.

, the process of moving towards a more powerful existence - and I, or we, will all be his step towards becoming a 'Superman', so why should I laugh at such an enemy.

We should remain trembling and murderous. You must understand that the essence of transcendence is not only the transcendence of great power, but also the most essential transcendence of self."

"······"

Lando El-Melloi remained silent. He lacked the essential touch for this idea, or in other words, except for this idea, he lacked impulse for all ideas. He clearly longed for the truth, but always remained silent.

.

He can be moved by the truth, but cannot be moved by the truth.

He can die for the truth, but cannot fight for the truth.

This is undoubtedly the most deadly.

Compared to discussion, silence itself is an original sin and a worse thing.

If all truth remains silent, then there will no longer be any difference between truth and poison.

Lando El-Melloi Archibald has this 'poison of truth' in his body, and now, as he is old and dying, he bows to the devil, burning the ridiculous afterglow in the hope of abandoning it.

'Self', looking for 'superego'.

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The black coffin floats at the extreme point of the boundary monument.

The black coffin is shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, exuding a strong aura of death. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if coated with a black coating, reflecting the surrounding shadows.

The shape of the coffin is solemn and majestic, like a sleeping giant lying in it. It is tall and strong, exuding an insurmountable sense of majesty and oppression. The surrounding carvings and decorations are based on the theme of death, showing a rich mystery.

And the beauty of horror.

The black coffin is engraved with various strange symbols and patterns. They are like ancient spells, revealing mysterious power and forbidden secrets. The edges of the coffin are decorated with exquisite patterns and carvings, which are delicate and precise, as if they are telling a story.

An ancient and mysterious story.

"Vlad III, what is the most perfect [miracle] of Terra?"

Looking at the black coffin that was passing the extreme point, Lando Elmello Archibald suddenly asked such a question.

"The most perfect [miracle]?" Impaler's voice was full of surprise, "As a person from the line of monarchs in the [Clock Tower], as a scholar, you would actually ask such a question?"

This kind of question is undoubtedly like asking a child with a happy family: Who is the best to you, mom or dad?

No matter which answer the child answers, or even does not answer, or is clever, it is an answer based on his own sensibility, and he can have countless interpretations and countless arguments.

This is meaningless to the Impaler, and now his partner needs him to answer this meaninglessness.

"Yes, just for you."

Lando El-Melloi nodded, he seemed to be simply curious.

The Impaler was silent for a while, and then he spoke to Lando El-Melloi in a recalling voice:

"I have seen the purple-robed emperor and the tyrants in the iron-blooded Oletin Empire. The magnificent sky fortress invaded other countries and slaughtered enemies in the marching army of the empire; the victims in ragged clothes were numb.

Falling to the ground in front of the war empire, people suffering from alienation disease are abandoned by the empire at will. It attributes all wills to one person, as if he is one and he is all. This [miracle] is compared to the eternal night in the vampire's dream.

, more brutal and bloodthirsty.

I have seen the black sun that abandoned the Daevite Empire and abandoned humanity, the master of the city that never sleeps who controls time, I have seen the mountains of war weapons of the Imperial Mechanicum, and I have seen the empire's six "Books of Time" keep rolling,

It provides a steady stream of power for these moving mountains; and under this [miracle] is a deep despair. People are deprived of the qualifications to even read and think. Everything is just a stream of numbers. This is what I see.

The coldest [miracle] ever.

I have seen the glorious French Holy Dragoons, facing enemies in the starry sky, launching a desperate charge, dragging several worlds to defeat the brutal beasts; this [miracle] is the most steadfast, advancing without retreating

, to survive in death.

I have seen the legendary structure and commander in Berlin, the perfect coordination of instructions, and the unmistakable battle melody; it is more rational than any existence, and it is more rational than any existence, and it is more daring to abandon reason than any existence.

[Miracle].

I have seen the chaos and hypocrisy of Iberia, I have seen the paranoia and indifference of the Edici Federation, I have seen the ruthlessness and madness of Atlantis, I have seen the existence of the gods in the Sea of ​​Chaos, I have seen

The four-phase mask of the wand people...

None of the [miracles] I have seen can be considered perfect.

However, if I insist on naming one, I can only find what can be called a perfect [miracle] that has the same characteristics in past history and present existence.”

"What is that?" Lando asked full of curiosity and desire. He was like a student at the moment, asking which is the best school in the world. Even if he could not reach that place, it would not hinder him.
To be continued...