"Mr. Dickinson, I want to ask you, do you think everyone has a soul?"

Sean knew that it must be Nietzsche, the crazy Dionysus, who was speaking at this time, because the darkness was spreading from where he was. The air is shaking.

"I believe everyone has a soul."

"Then, how could they do those things? Killing thousands of their own kind with poisonous gas, oppressing others without feeling guilty, torturing other lives as if they don't understand pain..."

"What exactly did you see?"

Nietzsche didn't answer, but Sean saw it. He saw a drunk coachman frantically beating an old horse with a whip. His whip must have often landed in the same spot, for there was already a bright streak of blood there.

The horse was hitched to the axles, the cart was locked and he couldn't get out of the way. It's trembling, it's crying. Every time the loud whip fell, it was accompanied by a miserable whine.

A horse is a resolute animal, yet it makes such a miserable whine.

Something dark secreted from Nietzsche's astral body. He walked over and patted the coachman on the shoulder, and the man fell to the ground and never woke up again.

"That day, I planned to go to the market to give a speech, telling everything about the 'Birth of the Perfect Man'.

"When I saw that drunk coachman torturing his old horse again, I suddenly lost my desire to express to these people.

"I think of all the things my kind have done."

"Of course I have read the theory of goodness in human nature, and I know that some wise men think that even the wicked in the deepest part of **** are worthy of redemption and forgiveness...but I have lost my patience.

"I decided not to use only the weapon of thought, because it can only be used on those who know how to think. I also want to use direct action to make this world less painful.

"Therefore, I need power. From 1900 onwards, while searching, I also began to seek power.

"And I've come to see that kindness and mercy are unnecessary hindrances on this path."

As if showing off his inconceivable force, Xiao En found that the sun that was originally reflected in the lake, which was so soft because it penetrated the clouds, turned dim. The Arendac Mountains became chill and cold.

The king of the black sun, he even convinced the gods with his philosophical thinking and eloquence. He collected the gods scattered in the corners of the world for his own pleasure. No one knows how rich his thinking and soul are.

His mind is three thousand feet above this world. Even as an enlightened person, Sean couldn't see through his heart. After all, one cannot gaze at the sun for long.

"Today's conversation is enough. I'll wait for you on the top of the mountain over there, if you can climb it." Nietzsche got up, put on his dark hat, and walked forward lightly with his cane, disappearing in front of Xiao En .

Sean and his party crossed the lake and came to the foot of Mount Arondack. An obvious uphill road stretched up in front of their eyes. It was very quiet in the valley. They know that Nietzsche's gods are waiting for them on this road.

How crazy that a demigod is his servant.

They exchanged a look, and Sean took the first step, up the mountain.

At this time, Alia Dickinson, who was writing on the blackboard in class, suddenly stopped the chalk in her hand. The students in the audience looked at the teacher's back suspiciously. There was a slight chill in her heart. She stared at the blackboard in front of her, as if she had stepped into a dark night that was both physically and mentally cold.

Sean, where are you going?

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There is a refreshing beauty in the natural scenery. On the mountain road of Mount Arondack, Sean has decided to bring Alia here next time. Oh, and Catherine.

Maybe this is the best time of year, when the maple trees are falling into flames and the stream is running by. When they were still immersed in the scenery of the mountain road, the scenery ahead suddenly changed, a vast desert lay ahead, and the astonishing heat wave distorted the distant skyline.

It was a ridiculous scene in front of me, as if the **** who created this mountain was a child who built blocks indiscriminately, and actually covered a desert on the beautiful mountain...

This is obviously not the natural scenery of this place. How could the top of the mountain where Nietzsche is located be an ordinary mountain? The desert in front of me was like another world, calling for Sean and his party. They saw the boundary line between the mountains and the desert, with a faint halo on it, and what the halo outlined was the mark of a scarab brooch.

Olivia frowned slightly.

"It seems that if we want to visit him, we have to take a different path." Sean said, "He should have prepared a 'gift' for each of us..."

Nietzsche had a penchant for collecting demigods and wandering gods. Sean knew that there were at least six demigods under his command. If Nietzsche resorted to group warfare, they had little chance of winning.

"It seems that he still has a little bit of face in mind..." Xiao En estimated that black Joker would not be able to do such a thing by besieging a King-level team with crowd tactics.

Olivia Fengling knows that this desert world is prepared for her. The candle bearer does not want to be separated from the readers, but when she has to, she is willing to face her own challenges alone. Olivia stepped forward.

"Be careful."

Hearing Xiao En say behind him, Olivia nodded slightly. The girl with a sharp blade stepped into the desert, and suddenly, the boundary disappeared, the scarab brooch logo disappeared, and the desert also disappeared. The next mountain road appeared in front of the remaining three people.

The crimson bond is still tied to Olivia, who is no longer there.

"Let's go, he's still waiting for us." The remaining three continued to walk up the mountain. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com

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On top of the Arandaque. The old man was looking down at the sea of ​​clouds and mountains below with his walking stick. The cloud is changing its shape all the time, like flowing water pouring into the gully.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly. No one knows what this great mind is thinking at this moment.

The wise man who burned his life to think, the expression on his face at this moment is not relaxed. He slowly raised his head, and slowly turned his eyes scattered in the mountains to the unpredictable sky and clouds above his head.

Everything in the world is like a train running on the rails, driving forward vigorously, no one can make it stop. Everything will crash into its own destiny.

Black Joker stared at the sky, to be precise, he was actually staring at the moon in the daytime. That moon is hidden in the brilliant light of the sky, and if the world does not observe carefully, it will be impossible to discover its existence. It's like it's purposely hidden in bright skylight.

In this world, maybe only I know your secret, Keen. Nietzsche said in his heart. I'm like your only prisoner in this world, imprisoned by a secret.

In your eyes, am I just a joke?

I once shouted "The Holy Father is dead" in the crowd, I once pointed at your face and cursed you, I wrote brilliant works just to prove the unnecessary existence of gods...

You have never condemned me.

He didn't even look at me.

In your eyes, am I really just a joker?

Unknowingly, Nietzsche's body had a black flame burning, and the flame was rising and burning. And those black eyes seemed to pierce the sky.