Boluogo nodded slightly and asked, "What should I do?"

"It's simple, come with us to destruction."

Hill spread his hands, and there was a trace of sadness in the smile on his face.

Boluogo's heart felt inexplicably heavy. He had long expected such an ending, but when it actually appeared in front of him, his calm heart still rippled and fell silent.

Hill continued to explain, "In fact, looking back now, what is truly terrifying is not the alien visitor, but the original sin he carries. This power is like a plague, tempting and cursing all the minds that come close to it.

In the final analysis, the alien visitor was just another, bigger slave. But at the end of his life, he chose to use himself as a container to accommodate this original sin, and to take this terrible power away from Aurora and bring it with him.

I came to this barren land in an attempt to seal it away forever."

Boluogo was slightly surprised and said, "So the aliens are not exiled sinners?"

Hill affirmed, "It seems that he is not a sinner but a self-exiled hero."

"So, do we want to repeat the journey of the aliens?" Bologo asked cautiously, "Gather this broken power back together, stuff it into a container, and then... seal it and exile it."

Boluogo's voice paused. No matter how dense the mystery was at this time, he had already seen the truth clearly.

container.

The only one who can be regarded as a container is myself at this time.

He broke through the system of aliens and became the crowned one who transcended mortal nature. And this kind of self, the soulless self, is the existence that can accommodate this heavy original sin.

The atmosphere became heavy, and no one spoke... From the beginning to the end, only Boluogo and Hill were talking. Absolute silence fell in this black and white world, just like the silent movies of the early years, with thousands of dead silences.

Emotions surged.

"The cycle goes back and forth, over and over again."

Hill narrowed his eyes and chanted in a low voice, as if he was telling an ancient spell.

Boluogo lowered his eyes and looked directly at the table in front of him... His eyes were not here.

"Want to play a game of chess?"

Suddenly, Hill said, this was not a suggestion. As his voice sounded, Lin Lie's Othello chess pieces appeared on the huge round table.

Hill stretched out his hand, holding a white chess piece in the void across a long distance, and moved forward.

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, then reached out his hand in coordination, grabbed a black chess piece across the void, and moved forward to face Hill's offensive.

"Are you afraid of death? Bologger."

Hill tilted his head and held his hands, as if the death that followed was just a light and unreal thing to him.

"Maybe."

Boluogo said hesitantly, "I have been an immortal for so long that I have become numb to death and despise the God of Death. But when death comes again, I will inevitably feel panicked."

"You're not usually like this, savior," Hill seemed to be mocking him, "Don't you always talk about the so-called devotion?"

"Death is a heavy topic and I need some time to prepare."

Boluogo smiled mockingly, "If you die in battle, that would be an easy thing to accept."

The battlefield was changing. One second the soldiers were still charging, and the next second they might have been shot and fell. Looking back now, that was a good way to die. It was fast, fatal, and had no room for maneuver, instead of the current situation.

Like this, it gives you room to make a choice and tests the fragility of human nature.

Hill held the chess piece and captured Bologo's chess piece, "It doesn't matter, Bologo, everything is futile in the face of death. No one can face death calmly."

Boluogo asked, "What about you? Hill, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of death? I was really afraid of death before. I was terribly afraid...but I'm not afraid anymore."

Hill said mysteriously, "Do you want to know why this is?"

"Why?"

"It's very simple. All my friends are dead," Hill said in a very light tone. "The friends who love me, the ones I love, all the friends I know are dead long ago. Even my sacred

The city of Remgateton was also lost in nothingness."

"I have no connection with this world anymore, so when I face death, I feel surprisingly calm. What's more... I'm already dead, Boluogo."

Hill rubbed his face vigorously and made various weird expressions, "I am a devil, but not a devil. My consciousness and jealousy are combined into one, like two sides of the same body, some kind of evil isomerism."

The body is the same.

King Solomon Hill died a long time ago, and all that is left alive now is just a stubborn ghost."

Hill took a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh, "Life will inevitably come to an end. Facing that cruel ending, death is like a punctual guest. He always

Will arrive on time."

Boluogo responded, "But similarly, in the face of death, we will continue to pray, praying for some kind of supreme existence to save us and give us hope...even a kind of comfort after death."

Hill asked, "Do you mean the so-called gods?"

Boluogo held the necklace on his chest, rubbed the ring cross, and held it tightly, trying to warm the cold metal.

He did not respond to Hill's words, but asked innocently.

"Hill, do gods really exist in the world?"

Hill laughed heartily. He had rarely seen such a stupid side of Bologg, as well as such an innocent and ridiculous look.

"Because of human beings' fear of death, they have embodied this fear into the God of Death, and in order to combat this fear, we have created so-called gods to believe in."

Hill said quietly, "Don't you think this is ridiculous? Boluogo."

Boluogo understood Hill's words and nodded in approval, "Is that so? The God of Heaven and the God of Death have the same origin. They both originate from human beings' fear of death."

"Sadly, absolute death does exist in this world."

Hill said as he moved his gaze and looked at the vacant throne at the head of the round table.

Boluogo also followed his gaze and saw that the vacant throne had been occupied by a mysterious being at some point. He was tightly wrapped in dark robes and outlined a rugged and thin body. Under the hood,

His pale skin was revealed, his eyes hidden in the shadows.

Burlogo wondered, "Is he real?"

"Does it matter whether he is real or not?" Hill stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the mysterious existence, "He can be anything.

The god of death who brings the end, or the messenger who leads us to heaven... He is just the incarnation of a certain meaning, a materialized existence born from our thoughts."

Hill moved his eyes away from the God of Death and picked up the chess pieces again. As the chess pieces rose and fell, Boluogo was forced into a desperate situation.

"You lose, Boluogo."

With just one more step, Hill would be able to kill Bologg. Seeing this, Bologg sighed helplessly.

"I have practiced seriously, but maybe I'm really not good at this thing."

"Nothing, it's just a chess game."

Hilton paused and suddenly said, "The so-called original sin... no, I don't think we should use the word original sin, which has an obvious sense of good and evil, to describe it. It would be better to say the power of God? What do you think of this description?"

"It's very old-fashioned, but very vivid."

Hill argued, "There is no other way. The limit of human imagination is this. We attribute the incomprehensible and beyond imagination to the so-called gods."

"Back to the topic, the so-called power of God is just a pure power, but this power will affect those humans who try to master it. If they follow their desires, this power will turn into original sin and make everything suffer.

cycle.

If you reject desire and get rid of the bad nature of mortals...then it will transform into what is called virtue."

Hill said, looking at the silent eighth man, who still had the same empty and godless posture, "Unfortunately, the eighth man only converted part of the divine power into virtue, so you and I don't know

, what would it look like if the power of God was really completely liberated."

"Of course, the so-called original sin and virtue are just our names for the positivity and negativity of this power," Hill repeated again, "Human beings also have the limitations of their own cognition, don't they?"

"so?"

"So I want to leave it all to you."

Hill opened his hands as if to embrace Boluogo from a distance, "If you choose to sacrifice yourself, then the broken original sin and virtue will be reunited, and the power of God will be reset back to the original chaos, and will no longer be able to affect the world.

Every cent."

Boluogo added, "But similarly, once the power of God is observed and touched by humans, it will be distorted by humans' own will, just like you and the aliens from the outside."

Immediately afterwards, Boluogo murmured, "If...if you choose to perish."

"Then everything will happen again, the devil's strife, the pain of life, nothing will change."

“What about choosing liberation?”

"I don't know," Hill shook his head and regretted, "At least in our understanding, most people are addicted to their own desires."

Boluogo was silent for a while and said with emotion, "What a difficult choice. Even if we choose to sacrifice ourselves, we can't guarantee what kind of choice our successors will make. And if our successors choose to perish, then our sacrifice will be in vain."

Meaningless.”

"Yes, but don't you think it's interesting? Put all your chips on humanity," Hill laughed sickly. "The fate of mankind is not determined by you and me, but by mankind itself."

Hill teased Boluogo's nerves and shook his mind, "So, Boluogo, do you want to refuse?"
To be continued...