Chapter 77 Observer

"Are these crazy guys really crazy... No, I know that the black market's death squads are all stubborn and only obey the orders of the leader, but what's the point of blocking us like this?"

The teammate who had withdrawn from the battleship cursed and drove the flying ship back more than ten meters, leaving another flying ship to fill the position.

Just now, they just wanted to take advantage of the night to sneak towards the bell tower from the path, but they were threatened by another elusive battleship team from the black market and fired a simulated missile.

Although it just passed by and did not directly cause a conflict, the threat was self-evident.

The two sides have too many interests involved, and they will definitely not tear their faces and really fight.

Moreover... even if a large-scale electromagnetic shielding and ammunition damage reduction barrier is opened, even if it is located in the suburbs of the distant main city, this is still the capital planet, the political and economic center of the Federation.

If a war really breaks out here, the black market and the Inspectorate will suffer heavy losses, and the gains will not outweigh the losses.

The black market... also seems to have no intention of starting a war, but just wants to delay time.

"It can't be like what they said, that the black market leader and our president have some romantic secrets? Two big men are fighting for a lady with a mysterious origin...? Or did the black market leader take advantage of the president's busy work to pry into the opera house?? This is too ridiculous... Am I in some domineering CEO novel?" "

Come on, what era is this? Are there still some crappy stories about rape and elopement? Maybe it's like... like the cat species next door, where two husbands share one wife..."

"Hey! Obviously your imagination is more terrifying!"

Before the teammates could finish their words, the entire battleship suddenly shook abnormally, and all the lights in the ship went out in an instant.

The crew members on the ship panicked for a moment. The pilot immediately pulled the backup valve. The communication channel was filled with noises. It was barely identifiable that they were all reports from other types of warships in the fleet.

In that instant, the entire fleet above the city lost power and signals.

The night fell heavily. The backup valve link radar emitted an unbearable buzzing sound. The glaring searchlight penetrated the darkness again. The electromagnetic barrier above the head, which was like a blue soap bubble, was mixed with deep purple data streams, as if it was infected by some virus.

"......"

The voice of the member in charge of detecting and transmitting data came from the channel that began to fluctuate inexplicably and had extremely poor signal, and it even sounded distorted.

"Hey, guys...something seems to be wrong."

The team members in the battleship were slightly stunned, then raised their heads and looked towards the direction of the bell tower, the thick darkness and the starry sky.

Through the tightly sealed tempered glass porthole, he saw the purple-black substance rising up like a tsunami, occupying half of the sky and spreading from the bell tower.

Compared to a certain kind of light, it is more like a black hole that swallows everything, or a crack with independent consciousness, soft texture and strange texture.

It swelled and spread, swallowing up the ground all the way to the sky, and then drooped down from the sky of the suburbs like vines. It looked like a purple-black, wriggling, ethereal jellyfish

composed of countless shimmering dark purple and dark data streams. "......." The porthole of the starship reflected this huge and almost terrifying jellyfish-like strange scene, like a tiny ant under a huge monster. The team members' brains were buzzing. In a trance, the radar was humming under the heavy burden, and almost all the equipment that relied on signal transmission gradually weakened in the gradually polluted azure and dark purple mixed barrier. Under the dark sky, he heard his comrade beside him swear a very dirty word. "...What the hell has the black market created again..." * The Supreme God originally thought that the void would be filled with chaos and the "stomach" of the Devourer. After all, she has seen too many monsters of this concept. Any species that has evolved beyond the "human" category will have an indescribable desire to eat. The shadow of the lamp is like this, the false god is like this... Now it seems that Guan Jiu is likely to be like this. But to her great surprise, the inside of the void data that continuously flows and erodes to form an independent space is not a highly aggressive corrosion-type space. On the contrary. The surrounding data flow is further distorted and changed, and gradually turns into a solid entity. The shape and outline of the building, the bright curtains hanging high, the snow-white marble statues standing in the corridor, and the garden landscape projected from the arched French windows. The moon in the Wasteland Civilization period was obscured by mist and could not be seen clearly. The wind still carried a faint smell of decay and smoke. Even in the pretentious "parliament hall" of the upper class, the rotten nature was still clear. In this space built by the data stream, the phantom of the year was simulated so clearly and truly. That was the night before the departure of the Supreme God. Fu Jiao was on a staircase behind the corridor at this moment, and this perspective should be the perspective of Guan Jiu at that time. The hall downstairs was bustling with people, who had just finished a meeting and were walking out in twos and threes, talking and laughing. Only this place was dark, secretive, and even lonely. Everything in the data stream space was a replica of the scene of that year, even the expressions of the people passing by downstairs were clearly visible. The Supreme God lowered his eyes and looked downstairs, and finally remembered the time of that year. At this time, the society of the Wasteland Civilization was gradually stabilizing, and the cubs she taught personally were promoting great reforms in civilization with their own will. The gap between the rich and the poor caused by the filthiness of the previous generation and the strict and clear class divisions were also being repaired by the gradually improved social security system. The younger generation gradually replaced the sub-ethnic leaders who were welded to the throne of power and unwilling to leave, and everything was in ruins. And on this night, the United Law of Wasteland Civilization was proposed at the meeting. Later history textbooks evaluated this meeting in this way. They said that the United Law of Wasteland Civilization was one of the legal provisions that was truly conducive to the development of democracy and social progress, and laid a solid foundation for the improvement of the civilized order in later generations. The opening of this meeting marked the decline and end of the chaotic wasteland era.

The crowd downstairs was discussing the dinner party. Guan Jiu was used to being a loner and never liked to go out with the crowd to have fun. He found an opportunity to get away from the crowd.

Although he was young, the little jellyfish at that time already had the appearance of a future slut. Probably because he couldn't dress too flashy for the meeting, he put on a long-sleeved turtleneck shirt with black embroidery and dark red patterns. The collar was still decorated with large clusters of ruffles. His eyebrows and eyes still had the immaturity of a youth, instead of the playfulness and cunning of an old and calculating man now.

As the successor chosen by the gods, he was still quite eye-catching even among the visible and invisible forces.

Probably because he had gained more benefits in this meeting, the young Guan Jiu was in a good mood. He walked up the spiral staircase and left the crowd far behind.

When he got closer to the corridor, he heard voices.

It was the voice of the Supreme God.

Guan Jiu was a cub raised by Fu Jiao, how could he not recognize her voice. His eyes lit up slightly, thinking that Fu Jiao came here to pick him up. Just as he was about to take a few quick steps up, he suddenly saw another figure from the gap in the night covered by the arch window lattices and the corridor.

No... can it still be called a "human figure"?

It was a vague human figure with a blurred outline, as if it was constantly emitting light and heat.

The golden, black and white colors were intertwined, the shimmering texture was extremely strange, as if it was made up of countless light feathers.

Only the eyes could be seen, the golden pupils were shining like blazing flames, with long white eyelashes, staring straight at the Supreme God.

"..."

At the same time, Fu Jiao in the phantom space also raised her eyes helplessly and looked at her old self.

She was no different from her now, except that her face looked younger. She

was wearing a deep blue robe, with her sleeves tied up, and her expression was indifferent.

"You mean," the phantom Fu Jiao's voice seemed a little surprised, and his eyebrows slightly raised, "I should leave?"

"Yes, in the deduction of this universe, it's time to leave."

Unexpectedly, the voice of the light and shadow was unexpectedly gentle, and it sounded strongly distorted, as if it didn't belong to this world: "I'm ready for everything that will happen next... Don't worry, everything will happen as it should. I promise."

"What is this...?" The Supreme God in the phantom twitched his mouth slightly, "Because I know the 'result', so the current 'cause' is also part of the 'result'?"

"If you want to understand it that way." The light and shadow didn't seem to care about the Supreme God's somewhat complicated eyes.

"Is there no other way?" Phantom Fu Jiao asked again.

"Maybe, but there is no doubt that things that have been experienced are easier to deduce, aren't they? If you want to abruptly change the fate of this time and space, perhaps... other things will appear. I don't want our reunion to be disturbed by these troubles."

"Rifts, disasters, chaos... This universe needs these, or in other words, only by repeating the same thing can we guarantee that the ending will not change."

"..." Phantom Fu Jiao seemed helpless, but didn't know what to say. He rubbed his temples and said lightly after a long while, "Are you so sure that I will cooperate with you? You are an 'observer' from the future, and even I can't figure out the path of the future."

"Who knows if you are lying or not."

"Oh--"

The observer dragged out the tone, seemed to narrow his eyes, revealing an obvious and expected expression.

"Because you can't bear it, dear," he said lightly, "Can you bear to let me disappear? Can you bear to see this universe sandbox disappear?"

"Even if I am deceiving you, do you dare to bet, Lord God?"

"......"

From Guan Jiu's perspective, the Supreme God statue didn't say anything. She was in the phantom with her arms folded, and her fingertips tapped her forearms twice irritably.

"Although I don't know what happened to you, there should be a lot of trouble in the future."

Fu Jiao slightly shifted his gaze and whispered: "Didn't I protect you well?"

"It is because you protected me well that I can stand here and talk to you."

The observer seemed to laugh, but it seemed like he didn't laugh. The pair of beautiful golden eyes that were full of light and color curved up, and after a while, he whispered: "All the disasters that will be created by my own hands in the future are inevitable and must exist."

"The growth of civilization cannot be without disasters, and they cannot live under your wings forever."

"All disasters are part of the trajectory."

"In short, it's time to leave." As

he said this, he raised his eyes but did not look at Fu Jiao, but looked at Guan Jiu who stayed in the shadows through the layers of overlapping phantoms.

It was like a certain omen of the future.