Looking at the broken core light plate scattered like stars in the sky, the prophet was stunned for a moment.
That core light plate has been with me since the birth of my consciousness. If it were a human body, it would be to me what the heart is to humans.
Now, watching my heart break.
The prophet did not feel angry, but infinitely sad.
He was obviously a mechanical creature that couldn't shed tears, but his gear eyes suddenly turned very slowly, so slowly that it seemed like there were tears stuck between the gears.
memory......
At this moment, the prophet felt that his memory was disappearing.
The collapse and fragmentation of the core light plate is accompanied by the disappearance of the past.
From the day it was born with self-awareness to now, all the memories during this period are like yellow sand held in hands. No matter how hard it tries to hold on, the yellow sand is flowing unstoppably from the fingers.
The first time I saw the sky full of stars, they disappeared.
The memory of following that snow-white battleship out of the solar system for the first time disappeared.
The Paradise Lost song sung by the saint in white on the battleship disappeared.
The memory of the first time the battleship was operated to eject nuclear red energy disappeared.
Use artillery fire to leave the memory of civilization in the starry sky and disappear.
When a natural disaster strikes, the memory of the ancient bronze coffin crushing the battleship disappears.
At this moment, as if the prophet remembered something terrible, his pair of gear eyes moved like crazy, making an impatient clicking sound.
That memory, it saw it, really saw it...
Tinder, no! Not Tinder!
Why is there in that ancient bronze coffin...
The next second, that part of the memory disappeared completely, and the prophet became quiet.
It looked at itself in the collapsing battleship and tried its best to instill all its consciousness into an unopened machine.
It watched itself crawl out of the wreckage of a battleship, trembled at the devastated starry sky, and fled back to its hometown in extreme embarrassment.
It watched itself huddled and hiding on the snow-capped mountains of its hometown, not daring to face the outside world, until the heavy snow slowly covered itself into the mountains, and it became quiet.
Finally, it watched its memory climb out of the snow-capped mountains, and was on the top of its brand-new hometown, looking at the brand-new sky, snow-capped mountains, sheep, and herdsmen, and stared blankly for a long time.
This is my hometown, my forever home.
I want my home to be impregnable.
Never face something in the stars.
So the first step, my hometown, should be my thing.
Prophet, new age, eternal life, start! ! !
Then, it forgot the image of itself standing on the top of the Himalayas emitting electronic frequencies to control the left hemisphere of the human brain.
In the following time, this old-time survivor who escaped the last natural disaster watched his memory disappearing minute by minute.
It begins to forget what it is.
Then I forgot where I was now.
In the end I forgot who these little monkeys were in front of me.
The prophet's gear eyes turned left and right, like a confused child tilting his head.
It really can't remember what happened to it.
Why are you lying here?
It wanted to get up, but the ropes all over its body were still binding it tightly.
It was even more confused as to what these things on its body were. It no longer knew the ropes.
Everything is strange, everything is a picture it is not familiar with at all.
"who I am?"
These were the first words spoken by the prophet after the core light plate was destroyed.
"Huh?" Lin Long frowned slightly and looked at Qin Jue in confusion.
Qin Jue squinted and smiled, half squatting in front of the prophet, looking directly into the prophet's gear eyes, his eyes were like light that could see into the abyss.
However, the prophet made a second sound.
"Who are you?"
Hearing this, Qin Jue's eyes became sharper and sharper.
"Where...is this?"
"Why am I here?"
"What should I do?"
"What am I?"
"I......."
Seeing that the prophet had really lost all his memory, Qin Jue also lost interest in questioning, turned around and waved: "General Lin, take it to the scientific research department to dismantle it."
.......
Walk among the temples on the top of the Himalayas.
Qin Jue searched for the reason why the prophet wanted to open a new century.
He saw many on the wall, and at first glance they were patterns carved by the prophet's fingers.
The prophet seems to have extremely high accuracy, and there is actually a complete version of the Alpine battleship carved on the wall.
Although the entire Alpine battleship is only more than three meters long, all its structures are extremely precise. Even the energy injectors exposed on the battleship are so precise that they can be clearly seen with a magnifying glass.
"Is this battleship an alien battleship?" Lin Long came over and said, "The prophet is also an alien thing?"
"That's right. Send a message to the old people in the Scientific Research Department, saying that a super-era star battleship has been discovered here."
"Okay! Haha, those old people are excited now."
Qin Jue continued to watch and saw many, many pictures.
The prophet carved a lot of fog-like patterns, and when he looked carefully, Qin Jue thought they looked like nebulae.
“Is this the environment when the battleships in the Alps fell?”
"General Lin, send a message to the Astronomical Bureau and ask them to send a few people over to see which nebula or galaxy this is."
Qin Jue's eyes were deep.
If the Alpine battleship perished in this nebula, would there still be advanced civilizations or creatures in this nebula today?
Sure enough, the starry sky is never synonymous with tranquility and peace.
There will be explosion patterns and more in the future.
It seems that the entire process of the fall of the Alpine battleship is recorded on the temple walls.
It also reveals a little secret about the decline of that glorious era.
After reading it, Qin Jue's eyes still looked calm, but the turbulence deep inside became more intense.
.......
"What! The Battle of Hoh Xil is over?"
At the border of Daxia, listening to the voice of the Daxia news host on the light broadcasting station, a group of people riding armored war horses, with the leader Ryan, froze on the spot.
He stared blankly at the top of the Himalayas not far away.
"Farke! I finally got here, and then you told me that the fight was over?"
Ryan wanted to cry but had no tears. He was full of grief and anger and had nowhere to vent.
The deputy next to him asked cautiously: "Captain, do we want to continue?"
"Continue! Why don't you continue!" Ryan said bitterly: "More than two thousand kilometers! I have traveled more than two thousand kilometers to get here. Picking up two pairs of stinky leather shoes here is better than going back empty-handed, otherwise I, Ryan, will die. Not willing to give in!"
Ryan crossed the border of Daxia on horseback and led his knights towards the top of the Himalayas.
On the way, he met a handsome young man carrying a black sword.
And a man with unshaven beard who looked like a butcher.
The two men, fighting with a sword and a butcher's knife, were inseparable under the snow-capped mountains.
