This is the canyon in the lowland of the red bedrock ridge. Opal watched the heavy snow that buried the rocks, stood on the canyon clearing, and used the power of faith to sweep away the snow.
The layer of snow, which was stronger than the ice, shook and loosened, and a small piece was taken out. Driven by the spiritual power of Opal, it slowly flew high into the sky and landed on the snow.
Piece by piece, the snow was cleared away, revealing a rust-colored bed of bare rock, and a spaceship lay quietly on the ground. Its jets are filled with silt.
Opal said to Lecter: "Teacher, can you help me make up for it with your faith?"
Rickett said, "Is this your mother's spaceship?"
Opal nodded, and Rector stared at a row of signs on the lower right of the spaceship—it was a mark of flame, numbered Era VI703.
"The Fire Army of the Empire," Recht said, "Small battleship 703."
Opal said: "Yes, she mentioned it! What does it mean? It has something to do with my background?"
Rickett said: "Twenty years ago, the empire's battleship army suffered a defeat and was disbanded."
Opal asked, "Is my mother's hometown in the Lion Galaxy?"
Rickett nodded and said, "Perhaps, does she have an ID card?"
Opal shook his head and said: "Lost, she said, when she made a forced landing here, the spaceship was broken, there were only a few people on it, lack of medical conditions, they were all dead, the miners on this planet were unable to help her, from Chiyan The merchants from Xinglai asked for money, and she didn’t have enough money, so she wanted to use the spaceship as collateral, but the merchants didn’t want the spaceship.”
Rector asked, "When were you born?"
Opal shook his head blankly, and he couldn't tell.
Rector said, "Who is your father? Didn't she tell you?"
Opal shook his head.
Rickett checked once: "It's badly broken, the shell and the furnace are blown up, and there's no star map. You'll have to fix it first."
Opal said: "Yes, teacher, please, can you complete it?"
Rector stammered, "I mean, you complete it."
Opal said: "There are no replacement parts, you can use the power of faith to make some parts. I can't do it."
"Then I can't do it either," Rector said.
Opal said: "You can do it!"
Rickett said: "So, you can do it too."
Opal: "… "
Rickett stopped joking with him, and said sternly: "The power of belief is not like physical power. It is not restricted by any rules. As long as you believe that you can do it, it can play its due effect."
Opal asked: "I can't do it, teacher, you promised me!"
Recht said: "This is your mother's relic, and your belief in her will definitely make it happen."
Opal said: "I really can't do it. I haven't even seen what the parts look like. What is the limit of the power of belief?"
"There's no limit, it's small enough to affect an atom, or stop light from propagating, and if you believe you can do it, you can use it to disintegrate a planet and move entire galaxies," Recht said.
Opal was dumbfounded, and Lecter added: "If you are firm enough, the power of belief can even destroy the entire universe."
Opal said: "You... teacher, do you have such a strong ability?"
"I'm not that crazy yet, or I don't believe I can do it," Recht said.
Opal thought hard about the spaceship and said, "But I've never seen those parts!"
Rickett said: "I haven't seen it either, we are the same."
"No." Opal said: "Teacher, you must have seen it before. Help me with this, I will practice hard in the future."
Rickett put his hands on his back and said casually, "Then meditate here until you think about it."
Opal said angrily: "Who said 'yes' just now, you are not keeping your word!"
Rector ignored him and turned to leave. Opal sat in the open snow and began to meditate like Rector. His spirit has the ability to initially materialize, like many radiant roots digging deep into the ground. There was a huge red light deep in the ground, and there was a faint groan of pain.
Opal froze in his heart, opened his eyes, and recovered his mental power.
"Teacher!" Opal turned his head and said.
He found that there was a lot of metal around him, and the alloy skin was half a meter thick. He tried to tap a piece of metal, knowing that it was used to repair the outer shell of the hull.
Rickett has gone somewhere, what was that just now? ! Is that the consciousness of the B11 star? Opal breathed slowly and calmed down, thinking about it for a moment in his mind, staring at the spaceship, trying to move a piece of metal the size of a door, it was too heavy.
Opal tried to make up for the broken hull with faith, even if it flew off the ground, it was very difficult, let alone how to weld it to the hull.
The sheet of metal slid down with a loud thud.
Opal was sweating.
The spaceship has fallen here for too long, sixteen years, as old as the Opal, sixteen years are enough for the rocks of the mountain to merge with it, the scouring of the rain, the gravel brought by the wind, weathering and then condensing The clay has firmly corroded it into a huge scrap of iron.
Opal pondered for a moment, and began to take other measures. He tried to clear some of the surrounding soil with his great sword and observed where it broke. After doing this work for a whole day, Opal was so tired that he was sweating profusely, grabbed some snow to eat, and lay down on the open ground, intending to rest for a while.
I don't know how long he slept, when he was awakened by a sound of metal friction. Opal opened his eyes, staggered to his feet and stepped back, subconsciously looking for the source of the sound.
The dilapidated and nearly rotten small battleship was suspended in mid-air, and its suspension formed a huge black shadow. Tens of thousands of metal pieces shone with silver light and flew towards the battleship, like snowflakes, covering the rusty shell of the battleship.
Each piece of metal is pasted and integrated with the hull.
And at the top of the cliff stood a man - Rector.
He held the big sword in his right hand and pressed his left hand vacantly, and said, "Opal, you can't do it, because subconsciously, you never believe that you can do it."
Opal breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, teacher."
Rickett said: "You're welcome." After saying that, he withdrew his hand and turned to leave.
At that moment, the small battleship across the zenith lost the support of the force of faith and fell from a height of nearly ten meters!
Opal yelled, "Teacher!"
Opal didn't care to look at Lecter again, rushed to the middle of the canyon, pushed his hands above his head, and shouted: "Stop it! No! Don't do this!"
When the head of the battleship fell, the speed gradually slowed down, and then it was suspended obliquely at a height of one meter above the ground.
Opal: "… "
His pupils shrank violently, his mind went blank, all distracting thoughts were expelled from his mind, he trembled all over, put it down slowly, a loud bang, and the surrounding snow flew under the shock wave of heavy objects falling.
Opal panted violently like a convulsion, his back was covered in cold sweat, and his body was wet as if fished out of water, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.
"So, you see, you can do it," Rector said thoughtfully, sitting on the other stone with one knee in his arms.
Opal's eyes were blank, and he nodded slowly. Rickett smiled and said, "This is the power of belief, just believe in yourself."
The winter night was getting warmer, and the earth-burrowing worms in the cave had been almost eliminated by them. Opal went to move the supplies back to the ground, and opened the shell of the battleship, which was already broken and messed up.
The atomic furnace was damaged, the flanking engine blew up, and a new jet engine was needed.
The navigation system lost several parts at the moment of hitting the mountain, and the star map could not be found.
"What do you want to do with it?" Rector stood by, watching Opal go about his business.
Opal collected all the parts that could be used, put them on the snow, observed their appearance, planned to disassemble them, but was afraid that they would not be able to be assembled.
He said: "I want to make some parts and fix it. Teacher, you are not keeping your word! You are breaking the rules of the Star Knights."
Rickett smiled and said, "Which rule did I violate? You just asked me to help you fix the spaceship, but you didn't ask me to help you fix it."
Opal was speechless for a while, still thinking about this matter, and said: "You also deceived the businessman who sold dark energy batteries..."
Rickett said, "You lied to him, but I didn't lie to him."
Opal: "… "
Opal muttered something disapprovingly, which was very interesting to watch. He packed all the parts, came over and sat in front of Lecter, and said, "Teacher, what are you studying today?"
"There's nothing to learn." Rickett said casually: "The teacher has nothing to teach you anymore."
Opal said: "No... no, you know so much."
Rickett smiled mildly and said, "There are many things that you need to get out of here and learn about. Those are things I can't teach you."
Opal nodded and said: "I... go to find energy for you, I have to find some parts myself, thank you, teacher... don't rush to go, I... don't want to leave you."
Rickett glanced at the box in his hand and said, "There is still a shortage of 100,000 energy points. We still have a lot of time, so don't worry. I know you also have a plan of your own."
The Opal now is completely different from the Opal one year ago. He is no longer a simple miner. When he thinks about the red spar he dug in the dark mine more than 500 days ago, it seems like a The dead self is like a walking dead.
And now, he really has his own soul, his own life.
When he left the canyon, he suddenly thought of one thing: With Recht's ability, he could grab a lot of energy, why didn't he do it
"Teacher." Opal said at the entrance of the canyon: "Actually, you can leave here without my help, right?"
Rickett said: "No, there are many things that I can't do. My beliefs are not strong enough to repair my own spaceship, and I can't create energy out of thin air, and then convert it into matter. The alloy I just showed you, It was created after activating the mass energy transformation of my spaceship."
"And, I think it's necessary to teach a student like you."
Opal stood stunned, his heart filled with gratitude, waved at Lecter, turned and ran out of the canyon.
Opal was walking on the snowy plain with a big sword on his back. The snow floated again, and the red rock bed was covered with snowflakes. He was no longer afraid of the cold, let alone those troubled miners, energy points, unknown future and tomorrow.
He began to seriously think about a plan, how to take everyone away, everyone is born equal, should have the opportunity to choose, no one should be the slave of another, as Rickett taught him Something - about capital.
The people on the B11 star are the slaves of the interstellar capital. They have no choice. They must do it in order to survive. There is no whip and blood, wounds, and material oppression is more difficult to resist than a whip. They have created hundreds of billions of energy wealth on this planet, and they end up being inferior to robots.
To get 100,000 miners to leave the B11 star, they must seek the support and participation of the interstellar forces. The riot is the most direct method, but it is also the least effective. After Anya, Locke, and Opal leave B11, they need proof of identity before they can enter the B11 star. Find jobs elsewhere in the galaxy.
They also need a pass, a ship that will carry all the miners.
And these cannot be achieved by their own strength. First, they must collect evidence that the Black Rock Mining Company has enslaved workers on this mineral planet for a hundred years, and then hand it over to the administrative star.
There are interstellar police there, and you can apply for assistance after filing a case.
This requires comprehensive witness evidence, physical evidence, and first to collect video footage—including the large-scale mining accident that killed tens of thousands of people four years ago.
Then there is the work points list - above is the transactions between the merchants and the miners, which can effectively explain many things, and the workers have no other choice but to exchange their hard-earned money for cheap things at high prices.
And according to the information he learned from the chip, this was abolished in the labor law passed by the Interstellar Union Public Service Office more than a thousand years ago. The boss of Black Rock Mining is enough to go to jail for this matter, and at worst, he will lose some of his mineral planets.
When Opal was thinking, he suddenly felt a crisis. He jumped back in an instant, pulled out the big sword behind his back, and faced the vast plain. The powerful breath was constantly approaching under the snow, getting closer and closer... ten meters, five meters.
A huge sand bat jumped out of the ground!
The snowflakes rolled all over the sky, and Opal swung his great sword to avoid the whip that swept across it.
The sand bat roared in the face, the Opal big sword collided, there was a loud bang, the sword edge made a sharp and ear-piercing vibration, and the opal rolled on the spot. His eyes glowed red.
It's a sand bat king!
Opal reacted, but he was no longer at the level of fighting with ordinary sand bats. The sand bat king sneaked into the ground, and when he flew out again, Opal pushed with the palm of his hand. With a loud bang, the mountain collapsed in a small piece. Press it under.
"Drink!" His voice echoed on the snow field. The speed of the sand bat king was faster than that of ordinary sand bats. There was no shadow and no wind, but Opal did not fight it recklessly. A black arrow from , every time Sand Bolt's jaws snapped down, Opal could avoid it at the last minute.
After swimming for nearly an hour, Sand Bat King tried his best but could not get any results. He was tired faster than Opal, and his eyes turned from red to deep purple.
There is a chance! Opal finally saw the flaw in its action, swung the big sword with his backhand, swiped it cleanly, and cut off its long tail!
Sand Bat King spasmed painfully on the snow, spilling fluorescent-colored blood, and his flat triangular wings fluttered against the ground repeatedly, dangling toward the ground.
Opal held its tail needle in one hand, and grabbed its docked tail with the other hand and shouted, pulling it out of the ground.
There was a rustling sound, and the sounds under the snow came one after another, as if there were thousands of sand bats surrounding him.
Sand Bat King no longer struggled, quietly lying on the ground, eyes closed, I don't know if it was blood or tears, a ray of red liquid slipped down its spiky skin.
Opal didn't know why, subconsciously let go of its docked tail, and the big sword flew from behind him, spinning around, swinging an arc.
With his current strength, he can completely kill all sand bats within a hundred miles, but he did not do anything, just stood quietly in front of the sand bat king's body.
Don't kill senseless... He finally understood what Recht said so long ago.
Opal put away his weapon and said, "I'm leaving, don't come again."
He took the sand bat king's poison sac and took a few steps back, then turned to leave, and countless sand bats drilled out of the ground, pulling their leader back to the dark underground space.
Opal walked to his village, his mind filled with thoughts he had never had before. The chip that Recht gave him filled the gap in his knowledge. He knew that the origin of all things was microbes, and microbes lived by exchanging organic matter with the outside world.
When it evolves into a cell, it begins to devour other microorganisms to enhance itself in order to live longer. After evolving into intelligent creatures, the universe is full of endless killings and battles... Rickett said that one must be revered when hunting, perhaps this is one of the tenets of the Star Knights: humility, always respect your opponents, no matter the victory , or defeat.
Opal stopped in front of the house, the door was full of snow, and the winch was frozen.
The winch loosened as he watched, the ice shattered, and the stone door shook, loosened, opened under the force of faith.
Opal returned home and turned on the little robot E7. The little friend had not come back for a long time. At this moment, DiDi's eyes glowed and began to scan the surrounding energy.
"E7, follow me," Opal said.
He pushed aside the slate under the bed, revealing a tunnel leading to the cellar, and walked down.
At the end is a spacious space, with tunnels in all directions leading to a public lounge. The smell of alcohol, the smell of men's sweat mixed together, the smell of bacon and the inferior perfume from the Red Flame Galaxy filled every inch of the space. Loud chatter and shouts came, some miners were playing musical instruments in the corner, and a few people drank for fun.
"Opal!" Locke said loudly, "You're back!"
Opal pulled the hood behind his back with one hand and said with a smile, "I'm back."
Many people stared at Opal as if they didn't know each other. Locke said: "You feel different than before."
Opal said: "Am I okay? No, I mean, are you okay?"
He noticed that there were many wines bought at high prices from merchants here, and he thought that some miners with great business savvy bought the wine and sold it to these winter companions at a higher price.
"Where's Oman?" Opal asked.
"Aman is in the cellar of his house." Locke replied: "What is this in your hand? God... This is the tail of a sand bat! How did you get it!"
Many people gathered around, Opal said: "Be careful, there is a poisonous sac inside, this sand bat is very poisonous."
Tsk tsk sounded everywhere, and someone looked at the big sword behind him. Opal handed it over to them to watch, and said to Locke, "Take me to Oman, I have something to talk to him about."
Locke said, "Why do you feel different than before?"
"Is there?" Opal was a little confused and said, "I have always been me."
Locke carried the lamp and took the opal through the long corridor. There was a dark room at the end. Locke asked, "What are you doing with Oman."
Opal said: "The three of us will talk privately, and I need your help."