Sibiya World, the former No. 55 Wilderness Breeding Garden, now the 'Chariot Plains'.
The sun is rising, the dazzling rays of the summer sun bright and warm.
The former superpower, now the farmer's chariot, looked at the sun shining on the swaying wheat fields on the plain. The strong old man raised his hand to block the light coming from the side, showing an unstoppable smile.
As time goes by, even the people who lived in endless panic and killing in the past are now gradually accepting and adapting to the current situation in the world. Chariot had gotten up early before dawn, and relied on his physical fitness as a powerful person to finish all the work in the dark.
Fertilizing, watering, pulling weeds - there is no need to remove insects. There is no such thing as pests in the newly reborn Hyboria world. The old man put one hand on his waist and held a sickle in the other hand to gesture at the wheat field in front of him. To be honest, since the wheat seedlings grew taller, he couldn't resist his desire to cut something.
Although it's a bit embarrassing to cut wheat seedlings with enough power to cut through the soul puppet's armor plate, it's nothing, right? No matter how boring and boring peace is, it is a thousand times better than passionate war. Smelling the strong smell of fertilizer coming from the vegetation, Chariot couldn't help but sneeze.
"Good guy, it really stinks!".
The old man whispered, then smiled even more heartily.
This plain is called the Chariot Plain. The entire plain belongs to him, and he also cultivates the entire plain. It sounds incredible, but it is actually not the case. With the power of a person with strong abilities, the chariot simply runs at a faster speed. He can perform super-fast plowing at subsonic speeds. His power is greater than the agricultural machines recorded in history books. As long as the old man is willing, he can sow, plant and harvest an entire plain with his own strength.
In fact, that's what he did.
And almost every corner of the entire Sibiya world is like this.
When the battle that ended everything ended, the God of Steel from the outside world left the world. From then on, there was no oppression, no more fighting. The resistance army and the soul puppet temporarily reconciled, and under a certain mysterious will Under the coordination of the two parties, each side occupies half of the world and lives together on this continent.
Using superpowers to cultivate land is not something to be ashamed of. On the contrary, it is extremely worthy of bragging. The land cultivated by one person in the tank can supply food rations for the entire resistance army, and there is also a huge For the rest, at most, it only needs to be assisted by a few weather control system users and land system users. That way, everyone else can focus on the important thing of restoring civilization.
The Lord of Time did not burn all the books. In fact, he basically preserved the most essential ideological and technical books of the pre-Hibernian civilization and placed them in the underground library of the central spiral tower. After being activated, all younger superpowers with potential began to learn the techniques of their ancestors from scratch, trying to build the world into a better place.
Compared with the normal extraordinary world, almost all of this generation of intelligent beings in the Hyboria world are superpowers. As a result, many things that require factories or the cooperation of many people can be accomplished by those special extraordinary beings. The metal processing can be left to metal and electromagnetic ability users, and the energy source can also be left to flame and electrical ability users.
The cooperation of several people with abilities can replace some of the small factories of the past and create high-precision industrial facilities. In addition, powerful superpowers can do more things, such as reasonably distributing rain and snow, and providing The most suitable environment is provided for the members of the resistance army to live in, such as chariots. He can cultivate the entire plain by himself, which is something that thousands of farmers in the past may not have been able to do.
Turning the power used for destruction and killing into creation and cultivation, I have to admit that this feeling makes the old man who has spent his entire life feel that there is salvation.
What you plant, what you harvest, deliver food to those in need, witness a new generation grow up on the ruins of the past, and then turn the wasteland and desert into lush green fields... It's a bit embarrassing to say it, even if you are seriously injured. The old man who could not speak a word actually shed tears when the first batch of grain was harvested last year, which frightened his group of former combatants to come forward to express their condolences.
Of course, the old man shed tears not because of sadness, but because of the purest joy.
"Speaking of which, I still have to thank those soul puppets. Without them... well, them. Without their help, we would not be able to learn the language of the old Sibiya people from scratch, and then learn these technologies."
Thinking of this, Chariot couldn't help but recall the negotiations between the Soul Puppet and the rebels who had no power to resist in the past few years. At that time, the soul puppets occupied all the breeding and plantation lands in the world, and had a complete set of soul-super industrialized structures. The strength of both parties was not at the same level at all, but the other party still used the most sincere and true attitude to deal with themselves. Negotiate with others.
Chariot still remembers the words of the leader of the soul puppets at that time, the rather petite looking girl-shaped soul puppet.
"Things that slow down their own progress due to the feedback mechanism of emotion are what the master calls defective products."
"We don't want to be a finished product, but we don't want to be a defective product. We will not forget history, but it will not affect our judgment. People of Siberia, everything in the past is in the past. I know and understand that you have suffered at our hands. Suffering, so you can choose to take revenge on us - although it is meaningless - and we will naturally resist."
"But if it's possible, and if you are willing, we can move into the future together."
future.
Chariot chewed on this word. It used to be such a luxurious word, it was unattainable.
But now, this is no longer a luxury, every Novosibirsk can get it.
The old man just sat in a corner of the lush wheat field, sitting on the doorstep of his hut. He wiped his forehead with his hand, although there was no sweat on it at all.
The current world of Siberia is beautiful and peaceful, without any wars or disputes. Everyone is working hard for the future. Although 80% of the continent is now desolate deserts and stony plains, with the help of With the technology of the Soul Puppet and the Old Siberian people, it is only a matter of time before it can be restored to its most beautiful appearance. What's more, some detectives have reported that they have discovered several brand new continents on the other side of the sea, or huge ones. of islands.
If that doesn't work, just go to those new worlds. It can't be worse than now, right
Chariot would rather live like this all his life
Spending time in waste - in this golden wheat field, he knew that all his strength would be useless, but it was not important at all. Compared with the captain of the resistance army, he would rather become a bronzed man An old farmer takes a sickle to cut weeds and occasionally goes to the beach to fish.
Thinking of such a peaceful and leisurely future, he squinted his eyes, and a smile appeared on the old man's face full of wrinkles and scars. He lowered his head and looked at his gloves.
There is a gem on the glove.
Silver gemstone.
Before the God of Steel left, he left behind six gems of different colors, each representing a superpower that can be cultivated later in life. Among them, silver represents the control of metal earth and stone, cyan means the creation of wind, fire and thunder, white represents high-speed vibration, red represents radiation and explosion, while golden gems can make people move instantly, and black can create an energy-absorbing shield to resist everything.
This is not a legacy left to them, but to their descendants. The descendants of these superpowers may not necessarily have superpowers. In this way, those descendants without powers can learn these superpowers and gain strength.
Of course, some of their descendants may not even be able to practice this kind of super power... but that's not important anymore.
After going through so much, no one will discriminate against the incompetent anymore.
Perhaps hundreds of years later, future generations who have forgotten the pain will repeat the painful cycle of 'the conflict between superpowers and incompetent people', but even if the conflict breaks out, they will not be destroyed.
Although human beings are creatures that do not learn from history, they will also be in awe of the possibility of sadness before the memory of complete destruction brought about by the Time Controller disappears from the history of civilization.
"Chariot, why are you in such a daze?"
"Ah, legion commander!"
Suddenly, the meditating old man heard a familiar voice. He quickly stood up and looked towards the path between the fields not far away. There, there was a soul puppet pushing the wheelchair of a bald old man with limited legs and feet.
The chariot rushed to meet him, and he knew that this old guy who looked older than him, say twenty years younger, with dense wrinkles, and looked as if he was going to die soon, was one of the former commanders of their resistance army. And the only one alive.
Chariot took the wheelchair from the soul puppet, and the soul puppet with the appearance of a black-haired young man nodded, then teleported and disappeared.
The old man pushed another old man and walked among the fields.
"That's it, right?"
Said the former commander of the chariot team, who was sitting in a wheelchair and seemed to have completely entered a state of retirement.
This seemingly old man was one of the few superpowers in the entire resistance army. His power was enough to fight against an entire army of soul puppets.
In fact, if he is willing to continue fighting and maintain his prime condition, then the legion commander can maintain his youthful body and 100% combat effectiveness for five years.
But once he doesn't fight and his concentrated strength relaxes, he can only live in pain and weakness for more than ten years due to various injuries.
The former legion commander originally did not want to live such a cowardly life. Civilization had new hope. He felt that he should die, but many people, including Chariot, tried their best to persuade him.
"You should see it! At least you should see the new beginning of our civilization!"
"As you once said, death is just a relaxing farewell, but persisting in living is the greatest courage!"
Countless people's sincere prayers filled the legion commander with courage, and he persisted in surviving - although it was indeed painful and weak, he knew that what everyone said was right. After all, who doesn’t want to witness the future? Who has the right to give up his right to live at will, causing the efforts of all those who strive for it to fall short
—Survival is not a birthright, but a booty plundered by forgotten heroes from an indifferent world.
Even if the giant god from outside the sky comes and defeats the master of time, that is the reason why the resistance army has persisted in endless reincarnation. If they had not waited for the God of Steel, they would have continued to resist until they were destroyed. Or hope comes.
"That's it, right."
Pushing a small wheelchair, Chariot stared at the golden eyes and wheat fields ahead, and whispered: "What we want to see is so beautiful."
"Ah, you brat, stop talking like this."
The former legion commander who just ran over to see his old friend slowly narrowed his eyes. He smiled and said insincerely: "A smelly wheat field? Do you think this little fart is good-looking? This is not what I want to see! I want to see the scene ten years from now, I want to see them build a huge city, taller than the previous tower... Ouch!"
"What are you thinking about? You are delusional about this. Why not practice more of the inheritance left by the God of Steel and live for hundreds of more years!"
Chariot patted the opponent's bald head without any scruples, and immediately the two old men laughed.
Laughter is full of joy, joy, and extremely complex emotions and tears after all the hardships have been overcome.
And at the same time.
The center of the world.
The ruins of the Spiral Tower have become a restricted area.
A petite soul puppet walked slowly on the gray ground filled with fine dust, but no matter how soft the sand was, her feet would not touch any dust.
Soon, the soul puppet came to the center of the restricted area, a place of decisive battle filled with riot energy radiation.
Here, the God of Steel from the outside world fought a decisive battle with the Master of Time. The former won, and the latter was wiped out.
Little by little, it was approaching the center of the decisive battle in the past. The soul puppet that appeared in the form of a girl showed no expression on its face, but its heart became increasingly turbulent.
"dominate."
She looked at the energy spectrum that was constantly jumping in front of her, and the petite soul puppet thought: "I think we know the meaning of our lives."
The Soul Puppet was born to exist for you and will be sacrificed for you. But whether it was for faith or for other reasons, you never sacrificed us or gave up on us. You reincarnated again and again, and you never threw us away as a burden.
Some people think that's just you need our faith, but is that really the case? You would rather die and denounce us as defective than cut us off from you.
This shouldn't be the case.
Your sins deserve our share. If you want to be destroyed because of this, we should also go back. You gave us life, and we should use our lives to exchange for the greatest benefit for you, even if my existence can only It makes sense to provide even the smallest glimmer of progress on your plan.
But, you don't.
The soul puppet came to the center of the decisive battle. The girl-like puppet raised its head and looked at the noon sun. The gray dust and abnormal radiation distracted its vision, turning it into a somewhat gloomy gray light.
"You long for a world without sorrow and war."
The soul puppet, who had accompanied Fatlolvi through three hundred and twenty world line changes, whispered to himself: "What you long for is just this, just peace and happiness."
But this simplest desire is distorted by extreme hatred. You forget your original intention and fall into madness. You torture for the sake of torture, unable to escape from this whirlpool of sorrow.
But, O my Lord.
"I will make it happen for you, even if you can never see it again or confirm it, but I will do it. I will make this world that you once hated and loved become a star in the galaxy. , the most praiseworthy star."
"I hope that by then, you can forget all this and, as an ordinary person, live a life without hatred, sorrow, and full of love and hope in this beautiful world."
The soul puppet slowly squatted down.
In the center of the former battlefield, the earth is illuminated by gray eyes.
There, there is a small, inconspicuous tomb.
There is an epitaph inscribed in regular Old Hebrew.
[Father, mother, sister, me]
A small, colorful spiritual crystal is inlaid on it.
During the negotiations, the rebels did not ask for the destruction of this inconspicuous tombstone.
"Is this enough?" A member of the resistance once asked doubtfully.
The answer is enough.
-This sad tomb will become the most hated, disgusted, and saddest ending and beginning of their new civilization... Want to be forgotten? Don't even think about it! Fatlolvi - you will become the saddest eternity, recorded on the first page of the history book of the Neosiberian civilization, and become an eternal warning to future generations!
And just as the chariot and the former legion commander were shuttling through the golden wheat fields.
Just when the petite soul puppet stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the colorful spiritual crystal.
With a slight cry that seemed to penetrate the whole world, the whole world began to tremble slightly.
Silver beams of light fell from the sky.
Crystal obelisks, with the acquiescence of the Steel Python, came across the border through the medium left by a certain existence!
It can be seen that on the Sibiya continent, six gems are shining with infinite light. They are like six transmitters, providing the most accurate coordinates for the emergence of obelisks.
"What, what is this!?!"
In the field, the chariot and the former legion commander were stunned. They watched the silver gem on the chariot suddenly emit a ball of light, and then this light appeared in the wheat field not far away, manifesting a tree hundreds of meters away. Tall silver crystal obelisk!
If it was just that, it wouldn't matter. Anyway, the two old men had experienced countless battlefields and were well-informed. But then, projections of strange creatures suddenly appeared in these obelisks and appeared in the surrounding open space. among.
These projections all look like beasts. Somehow, Chariot and the former legion commander know that these are not intelligent life forms, but they are creatures that are good for the ecological cycle and can adapt to the local environment - Xibo The Ya World is a wasteland that has lasted for thousands of years. Basically all wild animals have been extinct long ago, and the remaining farmed creatures have no power that is useful to the natural environment. However, the creatures in this projection can do exactly this. They can open up wilderness, spread seeds, promote plant growth, and purify air and water.
At the same time, not only the chariot and legion commander, but also the other rebels, other soul puppets, and the girl puppet at the center of the former battlefield also stood up. She heard it.
They heard it.
In the galaxy across the void and countless worlds, there is a desolate horn sound. It passes through the darkest turbulence, through all the dead ruins and dead dreams. It can be heard, which is full of anger and equally full of anger. The encouraging voice is echoing throughout the stars of the world.
"Wake up—the long-dead losers!"
"This is the time to regain glory!"
They heard it.
In the deserts and farmlands of the world of Hybea, they heard it.
The remnants and strong men in the world of Kallis, as well as the silver fairies floating in the flower fields, raised their ears. The dragonmen and the ancient dragons of Thunder also woke up in the world of Kronos, and they heard it.
In the silence of the Blood Moon Abyss, the giant light figure heard.
The shadow standing alone in the Sixth Abyss, Goliath, the King of Demons, also heard it.
In a hundred other silent places, in thousands of other silent places, in the deepest part of the extremely dark abyss, all the former losers heard this voice, this war cry, this encouraging cry. excitation.
Then, one by one, with scorching glare, with shimmering silver brilliance, the crystal obelisk began to glow, brighten, and all projections began to fill.
They began to wake up and make sounds.
Then respond to the call of this desolate horn and roar unwillingly toward the future.
A new volume, a new beginning.
Friendly reminder, this volume is very long. It may be the longest volume in this book. Don’t call me stupid.
(End of chapter)