Just as the remnants of Malantai were weeping, the spear-like starlight took shape from the broken bubble dome of the Ark, and then the eternal maid holding weapons appeared on the spot, and twenty snake bodyguards also appeared in the next few seconds. Appearing, when the entire square was enveloped in magnificent light, Veronica appeared surrounded by guards, and Ada present turned and knelt down.
"Veronica, why are you here? This is a battlefield, and it may be a little dangerous."
Soshyan walked over immediately, and Veronica raised her pink fist and lightly hit his belt.
"It's not because of you! I heard that you ran off to look for it alone because of your recklessness. Is this the thing? A creature that emits that huge energy."
She looked at the spirit bone dragon, and then said in surprise:
"It looks like a giant dragon"
"Actually, it's like this-"
Soshyan explained the origin of the other party to her again, but Veronica knew that Soshyan definitely did not understand the soul deeply enough, so she simply walked over by herself.
"His Majesty--"
The maids quickly tried to dissuade her, but Veronica shut them up with a gesture. Soshyan followed Veronica in order to reassure everyone, while the royal cat Garfield seemed hesitant and raised his head. He raised his paw, then put it down, then raised his paw again, only to put it down again.
When Veronica approached, the dragon leaned down gently, showing some unusual submission, perhaps because he felt the power in her body.
Then Veronica put one hand on Soshyan's palm and reached out to the dragon's head with the other -
After that, Soshyan finally truly understood the core of this creature. Before, he only looked at it like flowers in the fog, but now he saw the Malantai in the past, saw the birth and growth of each Ada, their past. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy formed a deep pool. If it weren't for Veronica's guidance, he could only observe the surface of the water.
The residents of Malantai seem to have been taught what war is from birth. At the same time, they unswervingly believe in everything that drives their fighting and efforts, and firmly believe that they will usher in their own end and hope in the war.
However, as an integration of consciousness, the existence of "it" is actually difficult to be embodied.
Boys, girls, teenagers, old people... everyone was once a melody, so the song of "its" soul is also composed by every Ada, just like the reflection under the sea is the reflection of the deep sea, and the reflection on the sea is The reflection is the broader reflection of the entire sky, but the sea is just the sea after all——
In addition to each person's melody, the world they once saw and thought is also presented in front of Soshyan. This is a very unique feeling. If you don't have strong thinking ability, you may be driven crazy by this massive amount of information.
That includes countless broken images, intermittent sounds, and even smell and touch.
for example
The sky in the pure world is very blue and very big, so big that it encompasses the entire world, and it is so big that it dyes everything blue.
Alien mountains and rivers, tall peaks, stand upright under the clouds and mist, passing through the sky, without colorful pure gray, rugged rocks, deep and far away, and then the morning sun shines, looming, and then the storm is coming, and the strange peaks Covering the sky, no matter how charming the seasons are, it overlaps one another with an indifferent attitude, cutting up the mottled sun shadows, and making the eyes full of despair.
A strange river flows through a deep valley somewhere. Between the ups and downs, it twists and turns in nine twists and turns. Its scales are shining. The clear stream has never seen deep silt. It jumps happily. It is crystal clear, but it is at the mountain pass where it flows out that it merges into the so-called river that flows thousands of miles.
The mysterious forest, the ancient trees are green and green, and the roots are entangled, and what is above is the sediment that has been decayed for thousands of years, a beautiful paradise piled up by corpses, where life wanders wantonly, then loses life, and then life is born, only With the gaze of the rolling blue waves, the trees like silent sentinels see through the reincarnation of generations with cold eyes, and only use the green leaves to scratch and stain to outline the hymn of life.
In the distant sea, waves pile up one after another, calm and vast, the sky is clear, and the scales are dancing, stretching as far as the eye can see. The blue is whispering softly and ripples slightly.
In the desert, the scorching sun shines through the fields, and the dead silence penetrates the vast mist. It is hot, long, vast, and silent. When night falls, the eyes are full of dazzling stars, accompanied by the sudden cold, and the world sleeps peacefully.
In the joyful rain, the vagueness and distance suddenly emerge. It almost never rains in the Ark. It seems that this is a miracle that only the soul of the world can give. It lowers the curtain for those who no longer want to look directly at the things around them, covering the real and unreal. The gap between them is intoxicated by the refreshing warmth.
In addition to the scenery, it also includes encounters.
Human soldiers wearing simple protective gear and civilians wearing tattered robes bring only violence and cruelty. Countless of them live in dimly lit, gray and dirty giant cities, a place that puts war above everything else. The civilization of China is shrouded in the light of a false god who expresses himself wantonly. Whether he is singing and dancing, or his body is sleeping in a dark corner, he is addicted to violence and the paralysis of faith.
The most profound impression of the greenskins who can only howl and wield weapons is always the pungent stench of spores, the war cries of different tones but similar meanings that echo in the ears, and the endless destruction.
The relatives of Comoros are depraved, dissolute, and cruel. They have long lost the character and elegance that Ada should have, and only the viciousness bred for survival is left.
The Zerg race is boundless and uncountable, with the most primitive greed, devouring everything. It is closer to a virus than a living thing, a plague spreading in reality.
The end is the last moment of all souls. It is a beautiful and desperate scene where everything is merged together. At that moment, every corner of Ada's mind is blurred. They looked up at the sky and trembled with fear and gave up. Thoughts returned to the eternal darkness. The thick warmth and coldness oppressed the air. I couldn't cry or breathe. It seemed that only the children who were still laughing blew out another colorful bubble, floated into the air, and broke gently. .
But light lit up in the darkness, which was the light with which the prophets burned their souls. All the Ada gathered towards those lights. They embraced each other and completely opened up to each other. When the thoughts and consciousness of this ancient race are strong enough, they can even distort some The structure of reality is the source of their glory and the cause of their downfall.
In the end, Soshyan and Veronica stood under the dome of the former prophet of Malantai. The broken ground was covered with blue exotic flowers, and the petals flew in the wind like blue butterflies in the sky.
"Huh? This is-"
Suddenly Soshiyang felt surprised, because he noticed that there was something even more bizarre in this strange world.
