Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 454 - 98 Tyrant

Chapter 454: Chapter 98 Tyrant

"Ah... I really can’t figure it out," Xiang Shan said, lifting his head.

Eight was sitting on the rock above him. At least, that’s how it appeared from a "Native’s" point of view.

The Native asked, "Do you think Yawgmoth is such a person?"

"Don’t talk to yourself, don’t introspect," Eight said. "Our memories are exactly the same."

The Native, holding his forehead and looking toward the horizon where the moon was slowly rising, said, "Our memories are not complete, though. Up to now, it’s predominantly memories from the 21st century up to before the ’War of Justice’ that we have in abundance."

In Xiang Shan’s own Biological Brain, only "knowledge" and "emotions" were retained, and he had lost his memory of "experiences." The designee of the Eighth Martial God’s legacy was "another Martial God"—generally, a Martial God must possess relatively complete memories of the Martial Ancestor. Thus, the Eighth Martial God left only those memories that had "profoundly shaped Xiang Shan’s personality."

Most of Xiang Shan’s thoughts and ideals had been formed before the Sublimation War.

The earlier, the richer.

Even with the addition of Tao Enhai’s memories and the captured Six Dragons Sect hard drives, Xiang Shan’s memories were still not complete.

Eight hummed, "Because the memories of the 21st century weigh heavily, you still think of Yawgmoth as a brother and possibly a good person?"

"Sometimes, I even vaguely hope for some external enemy—like the Olorun Civilization or something."

Olorun, the creator in Yoruba mythology of "Orunmila," "Obatala," and "Argon."

In the Rama Project, it was also used to refer to the creators of the spacecraft "Argon."

"Forget it, Argon’s speed is very low. Considering its flight speed, who knows how many thousands of years ago it set off. If Argon’s creators, the ’Olorun Civilization,’ have not been destroyed but have continuously developed and even now have come to Earth, they really wouldn’t need to do anything. ’Conquering Earth’ for such a civilization might be easier than a primary schooler’s summer homework," Eight said, "Moreover, think carefully. Even if you have memories from the 21st century, your hatred for that person is definitely real, right?"

Xiang Shan pressed his hand against his chest and then nodded.

"Absolutely right."

Eight said, "It’s because of such a madman that we have such a world. You haven’t forgotten how the Eighth Martial God revived in this era, right?"

The Native shook his head.

"Why did a little girl have to trade her life for this glimmer of hope?" Eight sighed, "Because this world is too twisted. And I entirely believe that Yawgmoth Voigt has become twisted by now."

The Native calmly said, "Absolutely right."

"Yawgmoth is now a tyrant. A tyrant and usurper. No matter his beliefs, the moment he seized power and began to treat the world as his canvas, disasters began to stir," Eight said, "Even with noble and sacred beliefs, a tyrant is still a tyrant."

"Right, I seem to recall that phrase," the Native said, "Jing and Xinyu mentioned it when talking about Robespierre."

Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre, a political figure during the French Revolution, advocated for universal suffrage and regulated the prices of common foodstuffs, and he successfully abolished slavery in the French colonies in 1794. This person was morally upright, earning the epithet "The Incorruptible." Historians have variously described him as an advocate for the poor and oppressed, an enemy of the Royalist Party and corrupt politicians, and a guardian of the French Republic.

But Robespierre is a difficult person to evaluate—assessing him is like evaluating the French Revolution itself, not a simple verdict.

Robespierre was a noble person, beloved by the people. He was elevated to the Throne of power by the masses, but his noble beliefs eventually turned into a poisonous frenzy. The grievances created by the previous dimwitted tyrant were ignited by the usurper chosen by the people and directed toward a sacred end, turning into the flame of madness in an era too early.

Of course, after this fire burned, it also left new opportunities for the world.

"In any case, a tyrant is still a tyrant," Xiang Shan said, looking up at the night sky, "Even though I don’t want to admit it, I have to say, his idea has a bit of aesthetic... by my standards, that could barely be considered a sublime faith."

"Hmph."

"Not including ’tyrant,’" the Native said, "At least the me from the early 21st century would not agree with arbitrarily painting this world according to one’s own will."

No matter how noble the idealism, it must be planned rationally.

Suddenly, Xiang Shan stood up.

There was a wireless signal on this rock, so he could see some of the surveillance inside the Great Stockade.

He had just seen Bred and Yadali barely manage to eliminate many Green Forest lackeys using their advantages, but were then cornered by an enemy.

This was the strongest of the Green Forest, the Big Boss.

The spell Xiang Shan had cast this time was "to interfere with certain parameters once a specific target was recognized and the Prosthetic Body reacted to the specific target," causing a certain degree of random deviation in the movements of the infected body.

And this "certain degree" was also limited.

This Green Forest man had clearly realized this, so he aimed at the edges of the two Jianghu men’s bodies.

Meaning under normal circumstances, his punches would graze the External Armor of the two young heroes at a significant angle.

But, when the "random deviation" occurred, he had a certain probability of striking the two young heroes.

Xiang Shan nodded. That was indeed a way to counter it.

Although that’s what was said, most of this guy’s attacks still missed.

Xiang Shan’s virus effectively reduced his attack frequency to half of its original.

"Half is not enough? Those two young guys are a bit too sluggish... oh, there we go."

Bred, after all, was somewhat capable and seized the opportunity to grab one of the Green Forest man’s arms, then swung his high-frequency blade to slice open the External Armor.

Yadali timely assisted, severing the arm.

It seemed they no longer needed help.

Xiang Shan saw the two quickly disperse Iron Dust.

The battle was nearly over.

Xiang Shan sat back down.

Then, the Native scratched his head: "But he has indeed changed. If it were the Yawgmoth Voigt from the early 21st century... he definitely wouldn’t have imposed a ’paper blockade.’"

That must have occurred inside the Rama Project District. At that time, a few months remained until the hacker "Zhu Rong" would steal the information.