Chapter 313 The Glory of Ideals

This is a collision of two civilizations at the conceptual level.

Just like that question.

It is individual great people who create history.

It is the vast number of ordinary people who create history.

This is the difference between Lu Mingfei and the old man.

No matter how ordinary or ordinary a person is, he still has a place where he can shine.

Just waiting silently to be rescued.

This shouldn't be the case.

Everyone, regardless of gender, young or old, should have the right to fight for their own tomorrow.

Lu Mingfei unfolded his spiritual network.

This is the technique of Eri Yi, through which the girl connects to him across thousands of mountains and rivers.

In Lu Mingfei's perception, the psychic network continues to spread. At the same time, the signal accuracy decreases in proportion to the expansion of coverage. If this continues, sooner or later the psychic network will collapse into a meaningless filter that cannot support signal transmission.

The signs have appeared, Eriyi's piano sound is intermittent, and she is on the verge of losing contact at any time.

But until then.

The psychic network touches the first qualified person.

This is one of the three people who participated in the hero's action. He was also swallowed into the body by the white dragon and is sleeping in a spiritual state.

Unconsciously, he heard it.

Lu Mingfei’s call.

He said.

"stand up."

The communication between souls and bodies transcends the shackles of language and is the most efficient. Although it only has two words, the amount of information contained in it can be said to be magnificent.

The humiliation and confusion of a nation.

Put your hands into the ground, it is soil plowed by artillery fire.

What seeped out between his fingers was not mud, it was the blackness of dried blood and tears.

Sleepers must wake up.

That angry cry had been brewing in my chest for thousands of years.

Did you hear it?

"stand up!"

He opened his eyes, and there was fire burning in them.

Those who are qualified join the spiritual network.

He contributed his efforts willingly.

The end has come, this civilization has reached its final moments.

There is no way back, no place to escape. ,

Then work hard.

The qualified ones turned into signal towers, the spiritual network was replenished, the intermittent signal situation was alleviated, and Lu Mingfei continued to expand.

He found more and more qualified people.

Some people are awake and some people are still sleeping.

It doesn't matter.

When one person joins, there is one more person's strength.

The network of minds is getting bigger and bigger.

Coverage is getting wider and wider.

In the dimension beyond matter and soul, it is like a dim starry sky. The brightest one is Lu Mingfei. Silk threads extend from him as the center, connecting the stars one after another. These stars are the qualified ones.

The spiritual network undergoes unknown transformations in this process.

The old man concentrated his attention.

Of course he could see what kind of technology this was, the spiritual network. In their civilization, heroic spirits used this to communicate with each other. This technology was perfect for communication, but the child in front of him, the most outstanding heroic spirit in the current civilization, was In his hands, the spiritual network completely changed, making the old man feel unfamiliar.

I always feel like something is wrong.

Finally, he found it.

It's permission.

In the old man's civilization, every heroic spirit clings to its own authority, and the spiritual network only shares information, not power.

Indeed, from a feasibility perspective, under ideal conditions, supplying the power of all heroic spirits to the same person can really create an unprecedentedly powerful heroic spirit.

But the premise is also stated, it is an ideal condition. Everyone has selfish motives. Who can trust another person 100%?

This is different from what Lu Mingfei did when he fought against the Doomsday White Dragon. At that time, they were transmitting mecha energy. When the energy was gone, it was just a matter of getting off the machine. Now everyone is a spiritual body, and the existence of the spiritual body depends on energy. If they are transmitted indiscriminately, one of them will become a source of nourishment, and all of them will die.

The old man focused his attention on Lu Mingfei. This child, as the leader of the spiritual network, has complete control over everyone's life and death. Whether he absorbs it or not is only a matter of his thoughts...

etc.

The old man felt something was wrong.

Mingming Lu Mingfei is the leader, the one who has the highest authority over the spiritual network.

But why is he, the leader, also outputting energy?

The old man originally thought that Lu Mingfei wanted to use the spiritual network to gather all the power of heroic spirits on him alone.

Use this form to face White Dragon again.

But that's not the case.

The old man's curiosity was aroused.

He worked hard to sense, his eyes spanned matter and mind, reaching the dimension above them. The spectacular picture of the spiritual network unfolded before the old man's eyes.

He froze.

The old man was deeply shocked. That is……

"child."

The old man's tone changed for the first time.

It is no longer an elder from ancient times who is teaching respect to those who come after him.

It's about two fellow travelers exchanging experiences with each other.

he asks.

"how did you do it?"

"Agree."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Because of the recognition of the information, qualified people, or heroic spirits, can communicate on the spiritual network."

"Because they identify with a certain powerful individual and believe that he can definitely bring victory, qualified people are willing to give their power to him."

The old man did not interrupt Lu Mingfei, even though what the other party said was content that he had already mastered. The identification of information and hero belongs to the basic principle of the technology of psychic network.

But, that's all, it couldn't explain the scene he saw before.

That being beyond his comprehension.

"It's also because of recognition."

coming!

The old man concentrated his attention.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked into the empty darkness.

He seemed to be able to pass through the barriers of dimensions and see the incredible ball of light.

So he laughed.

"It's also because of recognition."

He said.

“We all share that ideal.”

Yearning for a golden future.

“An indomitable spirit connects us.”

"I am willing to burn everything for my ideal."

"So, there it is."

All qualified people who join the psychic network, including Lu Mingfei, are outputting energy.

The receiving port is not any one person.

Even it cannot be defined by humans.

This is the embodiment of the ideal.

It is an existence born because of their recognition.

It doesn't matter if we call it community, alaya, whatever.

that's it.

Although in the old man's view, the ball of light was still very weak, just an ignorant will.

But it's full of endless possibilities. ,

This is the unique brilliance of the race called human beings.

"Ideal?"

The old man murmured.

"Of course, just shouting about ideals, space, too big, unrealistic, useless."

"First of all, we want to live."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"Individuals can unleash unlimited potential in order to survive."

"What about a civilization?"

“Civilization can do far greater things than individual human beings.”

"But humans are complex and contradictory."

“In the human heart dwell both angels and devils.”

"Absolute freedom is absolute disaster."

"So, ideals are needed."

"When a civilization reaches the edge of life and death, the energy it can explode is unimaginable."

“And our shared ideals point the way for this energy.”

"so."

Lu Mingfei raised his hands in vain.

"stand up!"

The starry sky of the spiritual network suddenly brightened.

For the first time, he connected with an ordinary human being. ,

Then the second, and the third.

The old man was dumbfounded.

What happened before him almost overturned his cognition.

Heroes write history.

Heroes save the world.

What ordinary people should do is to follow the leadership of heroes and wait for their rescue.

But what is an ordinary person?

Step by step...

An ordinary father, an ordinary mother.

In kindergarten, you follow the older kids step by step.

Not a child prodigy, no outstanding mind or body.

Ordinary primary school students.

What teachers say most to parents is:

"This kid is pretty smart, but he just doesn't work hard enough."

The first thing after school every day is to sit in front of the TV and watch cartoons.

Fluorescence illuminates your small face.

Ordinary middle school.

You fall in love with a girl for the first time.

She looks so pretty when she smiles.

One glance was satisfying, and then he looked away in panic.

Try writing her a love letter.

It's just an ordinary thing you're thinking, she's so nice, she definitely won't accept it.

So I wrote love letters one after another.

In the end, none of them were sent.

Many years later, when you think about it, you have forgotten the content of the love letter, and you have even forgotten that you ever wrote a love letter.

But I liked the uneasiness of being alone at that time.

The sweetness and bitterness of that time.

You can still vaguely remember it after many years.

That girl's smile.

Although you are busy all day long after many years.

Waste time and life in meaningless work.

Occasionally, I drink with people and talk about house prices, children, and schools.

Continue to clock in and go to work the next day.

Just the ordinary you.

His mobility is not as good as that of a hero.

The decision-making ability is not as good as that of a hero.

Brain power and physical strength are no match for a hero.

No one can compare to a hero.

Just the ordinary you.

On the night when the war begins, drink until dawn.

After saying goodbye to my wife and children.

On the battlefield.

Perhaps such a person cannot defeat even the worst dragon beast.

Perhaps such a person would die in less than a day on the battlefield.

But their civilization is composed of countless such ordinary people.

The network of minds is changing.

More and more ordinary people are joining.

They wake up with the desire to live.

And because of the same ideal, they contribute their strength.

One, two, three...

These alone are nothing.

But what about ten, a hundred, a thousand?

Or maybe.

One hundred thousand, one million, ten million...

They contribute their strength not to become a hero.

But because of shared ideals.

The network of minds is changing.

It radiates golden light.

So sublime, so great.

"Did you hear it?"

"Shouts from everyone."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and smiled.

He is like a conductor.

"stand up."

The psychic network breaks through the White Dragon's blockade.

It spreads to every corner of the world.

The soldier raised his head and looked to the horizon.

"Did you hear it?"

he whispered.

"Someone is singing."

He swept away his dejected expression and pumped his fist rhythmically.

"stand up!"

In front of the military headquarters, the old man straightened his military cap.

"I am a soldier and have been a soldier my whole life."

He seemed decades younger, and every word he spoke was full of power.

"If you are called, you will be called back!"

The scientific research team leader on the side wiped his glasses and kept mumbling.

"Is this still a spiritual network?"

"How did you do it?"

""I can't figure it out.

Shaking his head, he looked to the horizon.

"Forget it, if you don't mind, just take the power of this old guy like me."

The staff officer who was on a video call with his family raised his head and smiled heartily.

"Add me one."

Holding incense in his hand, the child who had just set off the fireworks pointed to the sky and said.

"Dad, listen, my brother is talking to me."

The man woke up from his reverie.

He already knew what he was going to do.

Touched the child's head.

He smiled and said nothing.

In front of the piano, Eriyi pressed the keys hard.

She looked into the distance, and a glowing Lu Mingfei seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

The girl smiled softly.

"Ming Feijun."

…………

"It surprised me that."

The old man sighed sincerely.

"You can actually do this..."

His eyes fell on the huge ball of light.

"The ideal community of mankind, or Alaya Consciousness."

"It's really..."

The old man smiled happily.

“Really good food.”

Suddenly, he seemed to be a different person.

The kind old man disappeared.

What replaced it was an existence filled with greedy desires.

"child."

The old man, or in other words, the Doomsday White Dragon.

With boundless malice.

Like a wild beast eyeing its prey.

He said to Lu Mingfei.

"You really gave me a big surprise."

Lu Mingfei was very calm, as if he had expected it.

Bailong was very interested.

"Oh boy, it looks like that."

"You seem to have guessed something?"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Actually, I've been thinking about it since just now."

"Is that so?"

"Ancient civilization did not actually fail."

"There is indeed a heroic spirit who has taken away the body of the Doomsday Dragon."

"But he also truly became a dragon."

"With an immortal body and soul, the whole world is a plaything in your hands."

"Who can resist such temptation?"

Bailong let out a malicious laugh.

"interesting."

"How did you find out?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"You tell a good story."

"I didn't find it."

"only……"

Lu Mingfei recalled the future he saw not long ago when he was about to turn into a dragon.

"I asked myself, if I turned into a dragon, the only invincible and immortal dragon."

"What would I do?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Someone said, don't test human nature."

"I agree."

"No one can stand the test."

His words seemed to arouse Bailong's thoughts.

he echoed.

"yes."

“Never test humanity.”

The next second, he violently pulled off his mask, revealing his greedy face.

"So, are you ready to be eaten by me?"

Bailong laughed wildly.

"Yes, your ideals are very good, and this Alaya is also surprising."

"but!"

"Child, have you forgotten?"

"You're still inside me."

"Those people are out there."

"Alaya was split into two sides!"

"This kind of weak heroic spirit can only become my food!"

"Yeah?"

Lu Mingfei is still confident.

“As an ideal human community, there are not only living people, but also human beings.”

"Remember how many people you killed?"

"Did you forget?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Humanity never forgets."

Once again and for the last time.

Lu Mingfei called.

"stand up."

At this time, the sharp blade penetrated the white dragon.

Soldiers on the battlefield.

Civilians in the ruins.

All, all, dead humans.

Countless light spots floated up, like a star river hanging upside down, flying straight up 90,000 miles, crashing through the immortal dragon's body.

The clouds surged and rolled, and the white dragon screamed sadly.

The transformation of the spiritual network is completed.

then.

Alaya crossed the dimensional barrier and arrived at this moment.

This is a human being, a tool of civilization.

"Permission verification in progress..."

"Detected identity: human."

"Verification passed."

"Glad to serve you."

"You can call me Alaya."