Chapter 799 The Promise of the Dark Ages

Of the two crystals, the purple one lit up first, allowing Tilan's consciousness to cross the barriers of time and space and slowly descend into the sealed memory fragments.

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Running between the grass and bushes, there were scattered flowers among the emerald leaves. The buds opened casually, revealing the delicate stamens. A beautiful butterfly with blue patterns on its back rested in it.

Tilan sat in the grass, carefully parted the grass leaves, and slowly held the butterfly with both hands, but this slight movement still scared the little life. It flapped its wings lightly and flew over her fingertips. The subtle and smooth feeling of the butterfly's wings passing by made the girl remember it.

Is this a butterfly? The girl stared blankly at the remaining scale powder on her fingertips, and many novelties and surprises rose in her heart, like clear water in midsummer. This feeling is deeply engraved in her memory and is hard to forget.

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Many years later, she walked along a corridor full of glass boxes and plants. The lights were bright here, and there were small signs on the walls around, "Mechanical Council-C19 Insect and Plant Research Institute". She

walked through the corridor and came to an office. Someone was waiting for her. The other person was sitting behind a desk and her face was not clear. Perhaps the original owner of the memory was a little fuzzy.

"Cui Lan, your previous application was approved. The organization agreed to transfer you to the A8951 Institute to participate in the research project of the Throne of God."

"Thank you, teacher." She bent down to thank him.

"It's okay. Can you tell me why you want to go there? As far as I know, you have always been interested in butterflies. Why do you want to participate in such a large project now?"

"This..." The memory scenes in her mind kept flashing, and Ti Lan saw different scenes in them. There were

scenes of taking butterfly specimens to school and being welcomed and liked by classmates, scenes of studying hard under the lights at night, scenes of watching caterpillars in glass boxes break out of cocoons and become butterflies alone in the laboratory, scenes of reaping the coolness after publishing a paper, and scenes of staring at her wrist in a daze in the bathtub.

"Maybe I think that there should be more possibilities for the life and image of a butterfly." Tilan instinctively gave the answer according to her memory.

"The ugly and scary caterpillar, after a long period of pupation and metamorphosis, becomes a beautiful butterfly."

"I understand. You think that humans are still in a relatively ignorant and ugly stage, and need a thorough metamorphosis before they can be called 'beautiful', right?" The other party was an extremely wise senior, and he could understand what Cui Lan was thinking with just a few words.

"Yes, teacher."

"Go ahead and do it. This should be your mission." The voice faded away, and everything in front of her turned into white light and dissipated again.

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When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the deep space and the sea of ​​stars. At this moment, she felt extremely strange. She no longer had a human body, but was more like a high-dimensional life condensed by flames.

Is this... the dark sun Trikarans? Tilan had a sudden enlightenment.

It was like another sun, slowly burning in this star system, emitting lavender flames and light. As her mind flashed, countless spiritual consciousnesses flashed in her mind, like twinkling stars.

Behind each twinkling star was a high-level "butterfly-eye species" waiting for orders. They were in the tens of millions, like countless points of light, carrying the wishes of countless consciousnesses. She also had the power to rival the gods.

Before Tilan was familiar with this strange state in her memory, the deep space in front of her vision slowly collapsed under the action of some strange force, and then sunk in, like a black hole.

Then she carried the countless purple light points around her, passed through the dark deep space, and entered the collapsed space hole.

All perceptions were overturned and changed dramatically. The world was like a bizarre picture, torn and stretched, and then restored to its original state in an instant.

When she observed everything around her again, she, as the dark sun, had come to the other end of the sea of ​​stars, and an extremely fierce battle was taking place in front of her.

Many warships exchanged fire in the sea of ​​stars. Various fighter planes flew on the battlefield, leaving chaotic tails. Not far from the battle between the two sides, a fierce war was also going on on a silver planet.

Silver metal wings, mechanical bodies, and many artificial angels circled the planet. They fought with the descending thunder wings. Both had metal wings and were good at summoning and commanding mechanical clusters to fight. At this moment, the planet was full of shuttle autonomous units. They fought each other, countless sparks and electric currents splashed, and various mechanical wreckages were scattered all over the surface of the planet.

However, these were not the focus of the battlefield. Looking from space, a lightning ball that was three times smaller than the planet was slowly descending. In the center of the blue electric current core, a human figure could be vaguely seen.

The term "Dark Sun Emorenthen" emerged in my mind.

Then I saw a brilliant lightning spear shining from the deep space, with Emorenthen as the center, piercing the mechanical planet below.

Gravitation and electromagnetic force entangled in the sea of ​​stars, causing the mechanical life that was thrown away after being pierced to slowly float up, and then torn into pieces by magnetism and electricity. The dazzling electric spear chiseled the planet again and again, tearing off part of the planet's core each time, bringing with it countless dead artificial angels.

Electric fire was surging, and the exploding sparks flowed everywhere. The chiseling penetrated again and again, hitting all the artificial angels like a nightmare, until finally, a core shining with purple-red light was pulled out from deep underground.

Looking at the isolated and helpless core that was like a heart beating slowly, the artificial angels at the scene felt extremely fearful and unwilling, but this could not stop Emorentin's actions. He tore the core apart like a cold-blooded executioner, and countless fragments and sparks spread out. This action also announced the complete destruction of the dark sun Rou.

The world became quiet, and the artificial angels who resisted fell into a stagnation one by one, and many completely entered a state of silence, as if they had been turned off and died.

It's a pity.

'How many times do we have to bear this price...' As all the scenes faded away, Tilan seemed to hear Tricalans humming in his memories.

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After finishing Tricalans's memory tracing, Tilan picked up the last crystal, this golden crystal that symbolized Hefasim. The strange feeling spread from her wrist to her whole body, as if she was familiar with it, but also had an inexplicable disgust.

Her consciousness once again immersed herself in distant memories, and countless scenes came to her face...

"Your name is Helang, right?"

Before Tilan could get used to the body in his memory, a pain came from his nose. He slowly propped himself up and looked up, only then could he see the tall and fierce child in front of him.

The other party looked only 10 years old, but was taller than him, so he should be in the same period as Helang when he was very young.

"What's that look in your eyes? Do you want to take revenge on me?" The other party grabbed his collar with a sneer, and then kicked him in the stomach.

Severe cramps came from her abdomen, and she had to curl up and struggle on the ground.

"Go away, don't come here to disturb us next time." After saying that, the other party left arrogantly with a few followers of the same age.

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Many years later, a knock on the door woke Tilan up. He looked in the mirror. At this moment, Helang looked like he was in his early 30s. After wearing glasses, he had a bit of elegant scholarly air.

When he opened the door, a couple humbly bent over and prayed to him. Even though time has changed, he still recognized the outline and features of his appearance. This was the boy he had bullied when he was a child.

"What's the matter?" The voice was calm, without any emotion.

"Please lend us some money, my child..." It turned out that their child had a strange disease, which was very expensive to treat.

Since the chaos of the Fifth Era, many planets and inhabited planets have been polluted, and viruses, radiation, mutations and other hazards often occur, which makes the remaining humans often face various diseases.

The former enemy came to him and begged. He could humiliate him at this time to repay the pain and hatred of his childhood. He was also sure that he would not dare to resist because he still wanted to save the child.

But Helang was not in such a mood at the moment. He just looked at him coldly for a long time, and then helped them contact a senior who was familiar with him. The other party happened to be a medical expert in this field.

"As for the medical expenses, you don't have to worry about it for now, but..." He paused.

"I hope he will be a good child in the future." After saying that, he closed the door without giving the other party a chance to thank him.

Many years have passed again. Now Helang has become a master of the School of Entomology and has been identified as the core of the next generation of the school. He is also about to be transferred to other star fields for scientific research.

"I am the child you saved that year. Thank you very much, Mr. Helang." A slightly fat young man handed him the bouquet of flowers with fear and trepidation.

Tilan noticed the badge on the other party's chest. It seems that this child was admitted to a good university later. This is also a rare talent in the era of the Mechanical Council.

With a mixed feeling of relief and surprise, the original body accepted the bouquet, looked at the two elderly couples standing outside the guardrail in the distance, and nodded slightly to them, which was regarded as putting an end to the grievances of the past.

'Although the beginning of the story is not happy, perhaps it can still have a good ending. ' Sitting by the window of the spaceship, Helang wrote this line in his diary.

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After who knows how many years, he has become a dark sun and stands in the sea of ​​stars, standing side by side with another familiar figure, and in front of them is a huge nebula vortex that keeps rotating, surrounded by blue and purple light sand, and silver starlight flashing in it.

"Fragments of the sun."

"The moon's wish."

"The miracle of the stars."

"Now we have obtained it all." Hefashimo's voice was full of vicissitudes. It has been unknown how much time has passed since he was a human.

"What are you going to do? End everything in the Fifth Era now and start a pure and unified era?" Tricalans' voice sounded beside his ear.

"No." Hefashimo shook his head.

"It cannot be opened in our hands, as that would only allow the error to continue..."

"Sylen, Roentgen, Omo... and many others are gone. In order to win and continue, we have sacrificed too much, so much that our appearance has been completely distorted."

"At the end of the Dark Sun model, human civilization will only have one person left, that is the one who represents the will of the gods. The final result of the rest of the followers will be like the many tools we use. They will not think, nor will they have any opinions, and of course they cannot become a true civilization."

"If we start the next era, people in the future will think that this is a worthwhile sacrifice and sing praises for us."

"We have already made a very bad start, and we cannot let this continue." His voice was full of sighs.

"But you and I also know the consequences of rashly handing over power. If the future is not controlled by us, then what kind of people will exercise this power in the future?"

"This is the darkness that mankind must go through, but we will test who we will hand over the future to." Hefasim said, his voice sonorous and powerful.

"If someone can overcome many difficulties, turn the tide, and defeat us, are you willing to give this future to him?" Tricalans asked again.

"Will the ugly insect really become a butterfly after breaking out of the cocoon? Will he be the seventeen-year cicada we are waiting for, or another darker moth?"

"People cannot remain unchanged forever, and everything he builds may not be better..." Tricalans said again.

"Are you shaking me?"

The two dark suns of Hefashimo and Tricalans rubbed and annihilated each other in the sea of ​​stars, bringing countless tiny cracks in space.

"I am not shaking you, I am just stating a fact. You are so sure that everything now is painful and dark, but you are so sure that the future will be better. How much basis is there for this, or are you already tired and pinning everything on some kind of empty fantasy?"

"There is no point in being angry. Sooner or later, you and I will face real problems."

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"In this case, let's leave the opportunity of judgment to Him." In the end, the two reached a consensus and turned their attention to the rotating nebula vortex again.

"Soul fragments from the four origins..."

The transparent fragments in the vortex pieced together to form a shining soul.

"The sleeping spirit in the throne of the moon..."

The azure and purple light merged into the blank soul in the flow.

"The promise of the alliance between humans and Lorenxia..."

The twinkling stars in the vortex returned to their positions, forming a sky-like eternal covenant book.

"This is the black prophecy book..."

"This is the last and first story..."

Countless stars flickered on the covenant, forming magnificent words, and imprinted in the depths of the Sea of ​​Aikeka.

"The last and the last..." The two people's eyes focused on the slowly falling blue and purple tears, a miracle that carried countless wishes, spirituality, and promises.

"What will you name it? This child will come to the world as the final judgment, deciding whether to destroy the next era and inherit our path, or choose that imperfect world and continue it."

"I don't know..." Hefashimo rarely felt a sense of relief and fatigue. He was already very old, and this aging was reflected in the wear and tear of the soul and the gradual loss of humanity.

"Is that so... Then let me give her a name." Tricalan finally spoke.

"Use your name as the representative of the human side, and use the great will of the Sea of ​​Ekaka as the representative of the fate side. The two are combined and the result of the agreement."

"Hefashimo-Loranxia, ​​let's name her 'Heshia'."

"What do you think? Isn't it a lovely and beautiful name? Although the prince is cold and indifferent, with such a name, I can get a little warmth and kindness from Him."

As if receiving the final revelation, the condensed tears at this moment turned into blue-purple light and spread out, spreading across the entire sea of ​​stars, drifting away and disappearing

until a thousand years later, when they meet again

. (End of this chapter)