Chapter 465: Not Guilty Can Be Pardoned

The existence of Philip was originally a tragedy.

From the very beginning, when he became "The Eloquent", his life has no meaning.

Without his all-out eloquence, the curse power will eventually be abolished; without his all-out planning, the first generation of Noah will eventually establish a country.

He is not needed to protect the Fourth Theory of History, because the skycar has not yet been born; and he is not needed to act as the skycar, because the skycar has already been born.

No one, no god, thought that Philip's plot would succeed. The gods were not wary of him, and could even be said to be tolerant.

Whether it is Sir Silver or the tragedian, Vladimir or Nicholas, they all arrange plans and plots on the premise of "Philip's death".

In other words, Philip is indeed the protagonist of a certain tragedy.

But this tragedy... was his own life.

No one expected, nothing was gained. From the very beginning, there was no meaning...no one rejoices, and no one hates it. Because what he tried his best to do was meaningless.

The world does not lack such a person as him.

He looked like a tired, sweaty man trying to push a train. With or without him pushing the train, the train will move when it should.

"From the very beginning, Philip has been part of this tragedy - the tragedy of his life."

The tragedian declared: "He offended no one, nor did he do anything wrong—only because his ambition was too great. His own abilities were far less than what he was going to do.

"He has a very smart mind, but he is not smart enough to reverse the general trend and he is indispensable. Compared with his peers and forerunners, his ability is too low.

"The elf emperor originally planned to abolish the spell power, but he was just going through a process of persuading the people; King Noah was originally a very smart person, but he hoped to use the title of 'Eloquent' to increase his persuasion.

"Even if the Fourth Theory of History is handed over to Noah's royal family, they will not use it indiscriminately; there is no need for him to act as a backup crane—because you, Annan, can indeed complete all tasks.

"He thinks that he is very important, and has a sense of redundant responsibility. He no longer listens to the advice of others, but keeps adding responsibilities that he can't handle at all... In the end, he is engulfed by the greater and heavier 'trend of the times', It has long been predictable to be crushed to the point where there are no bones left."

A time span of a thousand years.

The original purpose has long been forgotten.

Even his own past is forgotten.

Don't know what to do and can't do anything.

Until the end, everyone seemed to be waiting for the leader's speech to end, eagerly waiting until the curtain came to an end—a meaningless life.

The tragedian's hands are raised high, and they fall heavily like conducting an orchestra.

He made a low and intoxicating voice: "Personal powerlessness is also beautiful. Confusion without pain or regret is also worthy of others' embarrassment. How can you say that he is meaningless?

"Looking at his life itself, it is a long tragedy—or rather, it is precisely because the entire long life can only have such a value.

"—His ending is the grand tragedy that I agreed with him."

The tragedian had just finished speaking.

In front of Annan and Vladimir, a ray of light suddenly flashed.

Even seeing this dim light for the first time.

Annan also realized its essence immediately.

That is the [Fourth History Theory] that has not yet been born!

It wasn't until Annan knew that Philip was really dead...the fourth theory of history finally appeared.

But Annan was in no rush to take it away.

Instead, he looked at Vladimir, whose whole person seemed to have become nothingness.

"Your plan is indeed very good, Vladimir."

Annan looked at Vladimir: "But you just ran into me.

He finally pronounced: "I have seen through your trick. Whether you choose to fight me desperately, or run away and plan to make a comeback, the result is the same. What you expect will not come true, and what you pursue will not come true." Will get again.

"—You have already lost."

Although Vladimir's combat ability has not been damaged in the slightest.

He still will not be interfered by the gods, nor has he been defeated or defeated by Annan. He is also a golden-rank transcendent, with a sublime avatar that is unshakable and has not even been seen through by Annan.

But he just failed terribly.

Since the layout started four years ago, all the energy was spent and a huge price was paid, but finally fell on the last level.

Annan saw through and demolished him mercilessly from top to bottom.

——It was like a tall building that collapsed vertically after being blasted in an instant.

No matter what kind of strength he still has, it is meaningless.

Because even if he defeats Annan and becomes Tianche, it doesn't make any sense.

Unlike Nicholas II, who needed the power of the sky cart very much to implement his "divine dictatorship" plan, Vladimir dismissed the power of the sky cart.

From the root, he is not interested in "helping others with all his strength".

Even his own subordinates and his followers, Vladimir did not treat them as human beings.

For him, this is actually only himself, the enemy, the tool...and the dregs that are not worthy of being the enemy and the tool.

Extremely selfish.

Although both are mirrors, he and Nicholas are two very different people.

"...Don't you have a dream of your own?"

Finally, Vladimir couldn't help it, and said for the first time: "Is your dream to destroy other people's dreams?"

"That's the treatment only brave and heroes can have."

Annan smiled: "I am far from worthy.

"I don't have the awareness to be the first to raise my head and reach out when others need help, even though I'm struggling in the mud and living an ordinary life with my head down.

"I'm just a lunatic who doesn't care about the consequences and does what he wants - I just happen to be on the right side, just because I think it makes me happier.

"You're right—I really don't have any dreams. But I know, whether it's you or Nicholas, the spiritual monk or the dream stealer... I don't want to see you succeed.

"That kind of future is not the future I like; that kind of world is not the world I love."

Unswervingly, Annan once again raised the [Bone Picker's Forgiveness] in his hand.

Pointing to Vladimir.

"Even until now, I still don't know what I really want to do - but thanks to you, you have given me the direction. Let me want to be your enemy, so that I can save the world and not become a villain . . . I want to thank you."

"……I see."

Vladimir said in a deep voice: "I have no future to speak of. My future is dark, and there is no light in any direction...

"But I will never hand the victory away.

"It's just like what you said. You don't have any dreams, but you simply don't like me—then I am against you now, and I don't have any ideals or plans.

"Nothing is good, and it won't change anything. I'm just going to kill you."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Vladimir's mouth: "In any case, I refuse to help you.

"I'm a villain. But it's okay. I accept the consequences, but I will never repent.

"The villain must go to the end with the posture of belonging to the villain—"

Under the catalysis of this realization, the sublime false body behind him began to spread and grow again.

"Even the forgiver can't forgive my sins."

Vladimir the Winterbreaker raised his head and looked at Annan calmly: "You don't have much power anymore. I hate unseemly fights. Biting each other like wild beasts for meaningless fights...it's extremely ugly .

"Then, let me take a step back. How about we use the strongest blow at the same time and directly attack the opponent's body?

"You are not allowed to escape, you are not allowed to evade, you are not allowed to defend... This is the only way you can effectively kill me, Your Majesty Tianche. Otherwise, I will run away."

"It's also the only way you can actually kill me before Sir Silver comes back, right?"

Annan took a deep breath: "Okay, I bet.

"Then let's compare and see whose life is tougher and whose luck is better."

The fourth theory of history is still being formed and has not yet been condensed into reality.

The tragic writer on the side looked at the two of them, widened his eyes and held his breath.