When the dust settled, the people of Atlantis began to clean up their disaster-ravaged homeland. The joy of victory was followed by the mourning of the dead. The scars inflicted on the people of Sri are unimaginable. Since they fled their homeland 760,000 years ago, these remaining "descendants of God" have been fighting side by side like brothers and sisters, helping each other, and surviving the darkest years together. They persisted because of an almost impossible hope. Today, nearly two-thirds of them have passed away forever due to this sudden disaster. In the corners of the city, you can see the Atlantean civilians who are cleaning up the corpses and doing the aftermath everywhere. The sadness in their eyes Almost dilute the joy of victory.
A large number of corpses were gathered in the square in the center of the city. Among them were mutant humans who had been beheaded, and city guards who died in the counterattack. Lying on the same piece of land, there is no more hatred and fighting, and they jointly accept the condolences from the tribe.
Before Atlantis set sail, Sandora and I left the carrier carrier and came to the city again. There is a ceremony here that requires us to attend in person—this is what we requested voluntarily.
"Most of the people gathered in this square are war dead who have no relatives. Their entire families have died, or they were alone," Ares leaned over and said in my ear, "Most of them People failed to hold on until the return of the gods. But your watch and concern can comfort the souls of these warriors, and they can go home with peace of mind."
While Ares was speaking, the crowd in the square suddenly dispersed to both sides. The time had come, and the priest in charge of the requiem ceremony came out from the passageway of the crowd. He wore a thick black cloak that completely covered his face, wore the sacred symbol of the crystal cross on his chest, and walked barefoot on the icy stone road with a tray containing crystal dust in his hand. Behind the priest were two men in white cloaks. Assistant Priest, who held two ancient devices in his hands, which looked like small suitcases.
"Soldiers who shed blood, heroes who fell on the battlefield, and the dead who finally got rid of the curse of the devil and got clean souls," the priest stood in front of the huge pile of corpses that people could hardly bear to look at directly, with a strange expression , the voice that is not very loud but can reach the ears of every listener recites a short prayer, "You have gone through a difficult time and experienced a dangerous fate, and now you can finally relax and welcome this moment of peace. Life The last battle in the journey is over. You have not backed down, you have not surrendered, and no matter you win or lose, you are worthy of the name of Atlantis. Now, the other end of the journey is waiting for you, on this road that the living cannot walk On, I hope you can carry on with the glory given by God. God-given crystals will soothe your tired bodies, and the pure blue holy light will heal your souls. Children, let’s go on the road, travel lightly, let We meet again in our hometown…”
Along with the low-pitched chanting, the tray in the priest's hand emitted a soft blue light, and special crystal powder floated out one after another, as if turning into light, it merged into the corpses on the square. The two assistant priests were completely fused with the crystal powder After entering the pile of corpses, he took a step forward and opened the strange machine in his hand, but at this moment, a sudden commotion came from outside the crowd, interrupting the ceremony that was about to be completed.
Two small figures strode in from the gaps between the tall figures around them, carrying a severe low pressure along the way, causing the surroundings to exclaim.
"Why are you two here?"
I looked in surprise at the two little twin girls in front of me, and hurriedly pressed their heads one by one to comfort them gently: Ding Dong, these two ten thousand-year-old 1.2-meter-long girls who are full of resentment just now have such psychological determination to leave A group of giants whose height is at least twice as high as their own walked calmly between their calves!
Pandora and Viska have been obediently staying on the mothership according to my orders, even if they didn’t show up in the final battle (I’m really afraid that Viska’s fighting posture will destroy the morale of the Atlantean fighters Sexual blows), but now how come they come out without saying a word
I looked up at the crowd around me. Obviously, the appearance of Viska caused a very serious wave of panic. Almost all civilians looked at us with terrified eyes. They retreated one after another, whispering softly. Huh, the buzzing sound like a swarm of bees spread throughout the square in an instant, and the "devil with blood-red vertical pupils" spread like a curse among the crowd. When faced with the disaster caused by the fragments of the star ring, they did not back down. After seeing Huesca, the people of Atlantis broke out into group fear.
But the panic was the panic, the chaos and violence did not happen, the civilians and the soldiers just retreated instinctively, and then whispered in low voices, no one took hostile actions, apparently about "the blood-eyed demon has been sealed into the body of a god The saying of "has been spread from the mouth of Ares. Everyone looked at the little girl who had brought them the fear of the end of the world with dubious eyes. Gradually, after discovering that the latter had no hostility, the crowd Dare to get a little closer.
"You two are not afraid of causing chaos."
I looked at Pandora and Viska with a headache. To be precise, I said this sentence to Viska. Pandora should just come out with her sister.
"Always have to face it, I can't never appear in front of the Atlanteans, or my brother will be distressed," Viska shook her head, always like a childish little sister. For a moment, she revealed an unexpected maturity, "My lord brother, let Viska be self-willed for a while."
"Well, you are my baby sister, you can be willful a few times." I shrugged my shoulders with a helpless expression, knowing in my heart that it was not Viska's view of good and evil or guilt that prompted her to stand up at this time. Come out—this girl doesn't have that kind of thing at all, she stood up out of consideration of "not letting my lord brother feel embarrassed because of this kind of thing in the future", and in comparison, Viska's determination is stronger than Pandora's occasional hot blood The determination is even harder to dispel.
This girl was able to calmly drag her sister who was also 1.2 meters to walk under the feet of a group of giants who were 2 or 3 meters tall. This already shows how firm her determination is... well, too firm.
"I understand this, the psionic energy diffuser of the second frequency," Viska strode up to the three clergymen, pointing to the suitcase-shaped "sacred object" in each other's hands and said, the latter saw the other party approaching I shivered visibly for a while, but finally calmed down. The two-three-meter-tall giant was frightened by a one-meter-two little loli, but I couldn’t laugh at all, "You two can go down, I I think it’s better for these fighters to be sent off by the real Xiling apostle—sister.”
It was the first time that Viska formally called Pandora her sister. The latter's eyes lit up obviously, and then he walked quickly to the side of the black-robed priest: "Continue."
The priest was a little confused, but after all, the "god" he believed in personally ordered the order before him. He just froze for a moment, and then continued to recite the prayer that was completely different from ordinary religions.
Viska and Pandora closed their eyes slightly, and after the psionic energy passed by like a flame, their hair instantly turned ice blue.
The psionic radiation of a specific frequency slowly spread out with the movements of the two little lolitas, forming circles of halos. These energies spread out at an incredible slow speed, like ripples on the water surface in slow motion, and Echoing the low voice of the black-robed priest, I don't really understand the meaning of these religious rituals that the Atlanteans derived from their worship of the apostles of Xiling, but it seems that Pandora and Visca have passed other The way to know what to do now. When those auras touched the corpses on the square, the latter immediately began to crystallize.
Perhaps the blue crystal dust scattered by the priest before became the trigger for a chain reaction. The psionic radiation released by Pandora and Viska caused subsequent crystallization changes, and the corpses on the square condensed rapidly under the blue light. Then, it gradually turned into crystal clear crystal sculptures, which reminded me of the appearance of Medusa when she was radiated by psionic energy and turned into a crystal hero when I first saw her, but the Atlanteans did not Not beings of energy, their corpses must have turned into crystals for another reason now—well, there's no point in thinking about it now.
The corpses that turned into crystals did not stop changing. As the priest chanted in a low voice, a faint blue flame was rising from these corpses. At first I thought I had been staring at the crystals and had hallucinations, but soon , These dreamlike blue flames turned into raging fires, silently devouring every corpse on the square.
In the pure blue flames, the corpses turned into crystal sculptures quickly dissolved, and when the ceremony reached the end, they finally disappeared completely, leaving only a few blue lights flying in the air, showing the once existing The dead made their final stop here.
"They have finally completed the final reincarnation of their lives and become part of their hometown. Their bodies have become energy, which circulates in the energy pipe network under the city, and their spirits are fused with the air of this city. They His soul will burn forever in the years after Atlantis," Ares said with a proud and emotional expression, "make the best use of everything, this is the greatest virtue that God has taught us, and contribute the last trace of our own value Give race, these fighters will be proud."
After hearing such an explanation, I finally understood what this religious ceremony was all about. Although I knew that I should not be blamed, I still felt a little uncomfortable. The old empire's distortion of this civilization is too serious, although we can't simply judge whether this distortion is good or bad, but watching Ares proudly call the act of burning the corpses of his own people in exchange for energy a noble virtue...
"Ajun," Sandora squeezed my hand, "If the life of the deceased can leave its value in this form and live forever in the gratitude and remembrance of future generations, this may be a good way to return. "
Sandora's words may be just a kind of consolation, but I can only nod my head. After all, in the eyes of the Atlanteans, this kind of final dedication is the best way to commemorate the dead. A slightly relaxed expression may be the only way to make them feel that the person they cherish is still alive in their hearts.
After the last religious ceremony in Atlantis City, Sandora and I returned to the spaceship with Pandora and Viska. The unauthorized actions of the two little lolitas today were beyond my expectations, but it seems that they have achieved Good results. As a member of the "God", they personally walked among the mortals and stood in the position of assistant priests to see off the dead warriors. The fear mentality of the "red-eyed devil" has been alleviated a lot. At least from now on, Viska should be able to appear in front of these ancient people who were almost exterminated by him.
The power system of the floating island has been repaired, and the world teleportation system is ready. I set its teleportation target at Avalon, because Ares once said after seeing the picture of Avalon, that place allows He thought of the scenery of his hometown. While lamenting that the imperial scientific expedition team paid great attention to environmental protection, we finally decided on the future settlement of the Atlanteans. Fortunately, as a world where only heroic spirits live in a sparsely populated area and is still growing, Avalon has a lot of spare space, and its sky is even more empty. If there is one more floating island, it may affect the unicorns in some places. Place in the sun, there should be no other troubles.
On the way back from the spaceship, I called together the youkai girls in Gensokyo, and began to discuss about... well, policy-based housing subsidies.
Yakumo Zi, Hakurei Reimu, Yakumo Blue, Yuyuko, Izayo Sakuya, Missy... all the big shots of Gensokyo gathered in the spacious lounge, chatting with each other over melon seeds, and the atmosphere was very harmonious Lively, fully in line with the atmosphere of our high-level empire meeting to discuss issues every time. Under such circumstances, Sandora and I feel very cordial while sipping tea and presiding over the meeting.
"Ahem, let me say a few words first—Lan, what are you doing?"
I coughed twice to attract everyone's attention, and then looked at Yakumo Lan with dissatisfaction. This fox girl has been playing with her ears since just now, and now she is starting to practice using willpower to turn her ears in the opposite direction. The stunt of turning 180 degrees, although it didn't affect other people's listening, seriously interfered with my concentration: I really wanted to go and help the guy tie his ears up.
"Ah, I'm sorry." The fur on the fox's tail puffed up instantly, as if I was taken aback, "I still have tinnitus, don't worry about me, please continue."
Is it because the Atlanteans cheered for half an hour before tossing it? Unlucky with sensitive ears
After seriously reminding Yakumolan to pay attention to the influence, Sandora and I complemented each other and talked about the arrangements for Gensokyo...
Before departure, we have designed a lot of plans to deal with the possible damage to Gensokyo, from the worst destruction of the Eastern World to the slightest 70-yard scratch on the Atlantis continent. coping methods.
The current situation is much better than the worst that Sandora expected at the beginning. Atlantis did not drop a doomsday bomb in Gensokyo like a blockbuster, but the damage is not too light, at least Yokai Mountain. The damage is very serious: half of the high mountain inhabited by a large number of gregarious monsters has been exposed to the strong radiation from the energy outlet of Atlantis for a long time, and no grass can grow. It can be counted as a national first-class scenic spot, and along with the spread of the water body in the mountain, highly toxic radiation also appeared in the foot of the mountain. The monsters can not be afraid of the radiation for a short time, but they will definitely not be able to stand it for a long time.
Apparently, it was temporarily uninhabitable until the radiation dissipated.
This is the most serious disaster point, and the slightly lighter one is the area around Monster Mountain. Due to the rupture of the main energy pipeline of Atlantis, the leaked psionic residue has caused several forest fires, although all of them were in the first place. It was extinguished by me, but the power of psionic energy is too powerful after all. Basically, it only takes a moment for several kilometers of forest to be turned into steam by high temperature. The youkai lost their homes, and apart from Reimu's unscrupulous declaring that she has twenty-seven properties in the forest that need compensation, we have to resettle a large number of people because of those fires.
The above two points are all the problems to be solved. The situation is not complicated and the loss is not serious, but it is an inescapable responsibility anyway. Of course, Gensokyo has the ability to rebuild damaged houses and villages in time after such an incident, but it is not easy to restore several severely radiated places in a short time. It also takes time to deal with psionic radiation, which is not the same concept as nuclear radiation. Although Gensokyo looks harmonious, it actually has complex power divisions. These power divisions are different from the human borders where swords and swords meet at every turn, but are distinguished according to the usual group habits and territorial concepts of monsters. Although Such areas of influence are not as serious as national borders, but it also shows that different monsters have their own territories. Residents on the monster mountain cannot get registered permanent residence in the forest, and retail investors on the plains cannot apply for visas when they go to the lake. Short-term It is not a big problem to borrow for a day or two, but after a long time, the problem may arise: everyone knows that monsters are usually the most capable.
So the idea of letting the guys on Youkai Mountain go to rent a house with relatives and give them a one-hundred-and-a-half severance pay is not going to work.
The most ideal solution now is to temporarily move the monsters who lost their homes to Avalon. I fully believe that the environment in that place can make any guy with normal aesthetics linger, and they can be fooled in a short time Take out all the compensation for demolition and buy a house with a local mortgage, but the only resistance at present is Hakurei Reimu: In order to get more compensation for demolition, that unscrupulous red and white has been sparing no effort to promote himself and Yakumo Zi In the shadow city, she worked as a bully and a horse, suffered from bullying, hunger and cold, and worked hard to make all the residents of Gensokyo fear the shadow city and all the living facilities attached to it, so that she could "convert the compensatory living area of all residents into cash." I have always hated this kind of behavior of digging the corners of imperialism to fill the pockets of individualism, defrauding the majority of rural residents from legal urban Suqian land, and seeking personal gain through information asymmetry, so last night I urgently asked Artemis to seize the time to organize the heroic spirits to start compiling a set of Avalon residence guides, and to set up more than 20 non-profit travel agencies, which will be served by the most famous 20 or so heroic spirits in Avalon who are good at using spears. The president of the travel agency, in order to ensure that the residents of Gensokyo on the field trip have a perfect travel experience (believe me, all unexpected situations will be attracted by the presidents), and quickly establish an imperialist value-oriented The new generation of Avalon real estate development and promotion leadership, anyway, let the demolition households of Gensokyo live in first, and even if they don’t live in, they have to use various tourism projects to earn back the compensation for the demolition, at least vowing not to be cheap Reimu's immorality! RO