Chapter 91 Retrospection
Theoretically, it is impossible for humans to see these blue data streams.
Deng Baoying raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on the data streams that were continuously gushing out from the palm of the false god like a fountain or a firework ribbon. The data streams flew around him and formed a planetary belt-like light, and then spread outward.
When approaching the griffon, the blue data streams gradually turned red from far to near, like flowing blood vessels.
"This should not belong to your power," the griffon said coldly, "thief."
"But it is definitely on me now, isn't it?"
The false god chuckled and reached out to touch the planetary belts. They seemed to hate him very much, and disappeared into nothingness the moment they touched.
"Besides, if it weren't for this power, I wouldn't be able to deceive...their eyes."
The griffon's feather ears trembled slightly, and he tilted his head and repeated: "Them?"
"Ah, yes, the Supreme God has never confessed to you, right?"
The monster paced back and forth a few times, and looked at the griffon with almost pity in his eyes: "Them - I mean, the Supreme God's true followers and confidants. Or, observers." Observer
.
He had also heard this word from Ye Guanjiu's mouth.
Ten thousand years ago, the Supreme God decided to leave the world decisively without even saying goodbye, and it was inseparable from the observer.
"A group of purer monsters, high above, looking down on all living beings like gods," Hypocrisy neurotically raised his finger to his lips, "Her subordinates and right-hand men, especially the shadow with a fiery glow... are even crazier than you and me."
"From the present, to the past, to the future... they are watching everything that happens."
"Oh my... maybe they are listening now."
Hypocrisy laughed again: "Everything is planned. From the departure of the gods to the occurrence of galactic storms and rifts... they are all planned and part of the sandbox."
"Even all the actions of you and me, no, even the sufferings in the world, may also be jokes that can be appreciated like a puppet show."
"And all of this, all of this* , are all the results of the Supreme God's tacit approval. "
The wind whistled, He pressed His chest again, raised His head, and looked at the cracks in the sky that flowed like scars.
Guan Buhui in the mental cage panted and squirmed, stretched out his hand to press his chest tightly, and raised his head almost tremblingly, looking at the outside world together.
"Are you listening? God?"
"..."
Only the sound of the wind and the chaos of the surging tide of mutants were left, and the sky and the wasteland were silent.
Deng Baoying had no expression, just stretched out his hand to pull the scarf, and took another step forward.
"That's it?" He asked.
The false god slowly raised his eyes and looked straight at his face. As a result of genetic breeding, Deng Baoying's face was very similar to His appearance in childhood.
For the countless time, a sour and hard-to-disguise hatred rose in his heart. Why couldn't he be the one chosen to stand beside God?
If it were him, he could probably cover his eyes and immerse himself in the gentleness given by the Supreme God.
As long as she said it, as long as she also said the two words "I love him".
"That's it," the false god said, "It's a pity."
Deng Baoying pressed the earphone in his ear, as if he wanted to notify the military through the code to pay attention to the signal of war, and then he saw the false god grinning.
"I have thought for a long time about how to force her to show up in front of me. Ordinary means are definitely not enough to make her even slightly disturbed. She is going to die anyway, so we might as well present the most grand performance for our gods and observers."
"To our last meeting," He chuckled, "maybe it is also the last time you and that child meet."
As he spoke, the false god raised his hand, pressed down the blue data streams that were gushing out continuously, and made a bowing gesture of thanks and farewell.
The moment He raised his hand, the shadow of the lamp suddenly flashed like a ghost, and came straight in front of Him, and he could not see his movements clearly.
The griffon pulled out a heavy machine gun that looked like a snow-white skeleton from its hand bones. Although the little parrot didn't know how a person could pull out such a terrifying heavy machine gun from his hand bones, the trigger was pressed for a moment and a bomb was fired, emitting a particle beam with a temperature of more than 1,000 degrees. In extreme cases, it could even flatten a mountain.
But unfortunately, the action of the lantern was still a millisecond too slow.
At the moment when the particle beam was about to annihilate his existence, the body of the false god completely turned into a data stream composed of thousands of numbers. With the thread of destiny surrounding him like a planetary belt, his feet left the ground and floated directly in the air at the highest point of the mountain. In his eyes composed of translucent data streams, endless garbled codes suddenly rolled through.
Then, like a newborn star, the light was bright.
The layers of overlapping and endless threads of destiny suddenly rushed into the sky with him as the center, and sank directly into the huge crack directly above, like a pillar of light that swayed and impacted the waves, shaking the entire planet to tremble and wail.
A layer of glassy water-like light film reflecting colorful brilliance slowly overflowed from the crack. Wherever it passed, even the sky began to flash with unstable electric current fluctuations of overlapping red, yellow and blue primary colors like the data world.
It was as if the rules of the operation of this cosmic sandbox were completely disrupted by this energy that suddenly rushed to the sky.
Unable to stop it, unable to make up for it, more blood-red garbled images were torn open in the crack, forming a sharp contrast with the smoothly running blue data flow.
The cliff under my feet was shaking and began to flash unstable colorful waves, and everything I saw began to collapse according to the rules.
Even Deng Baoying felt a tearing headache when he looked at the blood-red garbled codes of the light film. He raised his head in a flash and looked at the agitated tide of mutant beasts on the wasteland.
At that moment, he clearly realized that those beasts were not armies attacking cities.
They were sacrifices.
In the endless snowflakes and garbled codes, Deng Baoying lowered his eyes and saw from high in the sky that above the huge number of mutant beasts, there were strands of new blue data streams rising.
It was like the soul of the body being called back, or like thousands of silk threads wrapped in a loom, swarming towards the sky.
Looking at the vast and endless wasteland, all you can see is endless blue.
Blue, blue, and blue again.
The endless blue data stream surged and was completely swallowed up by the rift. More blood-red garbled codes sizzled and spread like a light film, covering everything in sight like a computer virus. Wherever the light film rolled, electromagnetic and signals were completely annihilated, and the traces of civilization disappeared. The
blue data stream was continuously injected into the rift, and the light film that was replenished and nourished spread faster and faster, and finally reached thousands of light years per second.
From the entire planet, to the galaxy, to everything nearby, it was split and covered into two worlds.
Whether it was the metal tracks orbiting the planets, the countless warships and airships hovering in the space station, the large mechas and combat machines patrolling the port. Or the prosperous and grand cities, bases, communities and even the lights.
All went out.
Like a wall washed by a heavy rain, revealing the original snow-white color without any color, the universe within the light film was rapidly going back.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years.
Finally, the desolate, uninhabited, barren mountain rocks and black land were exposed.
Time.
Time was disappearing.
Even the heavy machine gun in the hands of the griffon was shaking violently like an illusion, gradually shedding its high-tech shell, and becoming heavy from light.
Finally, it completely turned into a pile of broken copper and iron, falling on the land of delirium and erroneous data, and turned into dust.
"..."
At the moment when the light film was pressing down on him, Deng Baoying exhaled and stood up.
His long, plain eyelashes drooped and then closed.
*
Deng Baoying opened his eyes and climbed up.
At first, he felt dizzy for a while, and it took a long time for him to see clearly. Looking up, there were charred wastelands and cliffs, a sky so dark that not a single ray of light could be seen, and emaciated corpses of monsters scattered all over the mountains. The dead silence that was worse than hell came through the sound of the wind, and even the oxygen hurt his lungs when he breathed.
And at this moment, he was standing shakily on the highest cliff here, alone.
"..."
He was still wearing his morning clothes, simple and even shabby white clothes and pants, thin and unable to withstand the wind.
The boy looked around, shook his head in some doubt, and belatedly felt the cold.
Where is this place?
Shouldn't he be walking towards the central lake in the forest now, preparing to catch ingredients for tonight to cook fish soup?
Was it those tribesmen who were chasing him and kidnapped him again? But... where is he now? Where is Fu Jiao? Where is Fu Jiao?
The young man with snow-white hair and feather ears staggered a few steps, looking around with vigilance and suspicion. Finally, on the trunk of a crooked dead tree in front of him, he saw a white color that was out of tune with the surrounding environment.
It was a snow-white scarf hanging on a branch, which looked thick and warm.
Almost subconsciously, he hurriedly ran towards the crooked tree, and was so nervous that he hurriedly took off the scarf and wrapped it around himself.
For him now, this scarf was too wide, so wide that it even drooped to his waist. But wrapped in the warm fur, Deng Baoying finally felt a sense of warmth and security, and couldn't help but lower his head and bury his face in the scarf.
At least it wasn't cold anymore.
After wrapping the scarf around him, the little griffon spread his wings and glided down from the cliff, circling forward nimbly in the air. The overly long scarf fluttered behind him. In the dark and foggy world between the sky and the earth, he was too conspicuous in his white clothes and white pants. After flying
for a long time, he couldn't see any living creatures in the lifeless wasteland and countless corpses, but he began to pant.
This won't do. There probably isn't much food to find in this damn place, so he must conserve his energy.
Besides...looking at the weather, it might rain acid soon. Let's try to find a place to hide. A cave or something.
He landed in the wilderness, the worry and doubt in his eyes still hadn't disappeared, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger.
His back was cold, as if the instinct of the beast was warning him.
Someone was watching him.
Someone was always watching him.