Chapter 694 The Youth Named Qinlun
There is no information about Olivia here, but the three found more important historical records. If the above is true, it means that the several black suns that flourished at the end of the Fifth Era, and the later ρ Mechanical Council, all originated from the inheritance in this spaceship.
The creators of the four Tianyi tribes and the mechanical sun Rou are actually descendants of the π Mechanical Council. I am afraid that no one will believe such an amazing history, but the fact seems to be so. According to the records of the service robot, only four members of the spaceship survived in the end, and they just corresponded to the four black suns.
From displaced mortals to the suns that are on par with gods, this huge and unimaginable gap made the members on the spaceship at that time in a trance and wavering, so that various things happened later. After
collecting the four crystals, Tilan slowly stood up, and then carefully came to the front of the spaceship's cockpit. After searching for a while, she pressed one of the slots and ejected the memory chip.
Carefully taking out the chip, she was a little worried that the data and records in it had long been eroded by time, and then handed it to Lololia.
"Can you reproduce the contents?"
Lololia looked serious at this moment. She carefully and cherished the chip and inserted it into her wrist.
The rustling sound of data reading was particularly clear in this quiet space. Celitia was also nervously looking forward to the result.
"The contents... are out." Lololia's voice was filled with suppressed excitement.
"The data recorded here is more comprehensive, even the process of falling to the planet at the end." She read the data and kept narrating.
"Just as recorded in the recording just now, there was a serious internal conflict on the spacecraft, and many members died. However, in the middle of the journey, this senior Omo put the data chip containing the Throne of God plan into a small mechanical body and launched it through the escape pod." Lololia projected the scene at that time.
The bloody and shaky man knelt in front of a small hemispherical mechanical body, inserted the precious chip, and then held it and placed it in the only remaining escape pod, so that it could leave the spacecraft and enter the vast sea of stars.
Soon after, he fought and retreated, facing those companions who resisted him and retaliated against him, and retreated step by step to the cockpit, and finally controlled the spacecraft and crashed it into the lost planet.
When the damaged spacecraft broke through the atmosphere, it had no defense. The shell was melted by the intense high temperature, emitting billowing smoke, and finally crashed and broke into two pieces.
After an unknown period of time, the computer here was restarted once again, and four surviving members came here. Like Tilan, they played the recording in the headphones. After listening, the four people were silent for a long time and left, and then the computer in the cockpit was shut down again, losing data.
"Wait, those four people." Celitia anxiously asked Loloria to return the image and replay the four figures of different heights.
From the left is a handsome young man with glasses, wearing a plain white shirt, looking introverted and taciturn. The second is an old man with neat hair, wearing a straight suit and a research coat. The third is a relatively short girl, holding a clipboard in both hands, with a rather rustic braid, looking innocent and shy. The last is a tall woman with long black hair and side bangs, her eyes are slightly purple, and she is casually wearing a fashionable coat.
Before becoming a god, Xi Efulian was a woman, that is, one of the third and fourth. The fourth one obviously fits the characteristics of the creator of the "Butterfly Eye Species", the Dark Sun Tricalans. In other words, the creator of the Silver Wing Species is the girl who looks inconspicuous and even a little cowardly.
This was the first time that Celitia knew about the appearance of West Evelyn in her mortal period. It was completely different from the imagination of the Silver Wings. In the poems and records of the Silver Wings, West Evelyn should be a noble and beautiful woman like a princess. She created the equally gorgeous and noble Silver Wings according to her own appearance and temperament.
All the fantasies of the past were shattered, and the reality after disenchantment brought Celitia another different shock. The past West Evelyn was so ordinary and simple, but the Silver Wings she created later were so powerful.
Digesting the precious history of the past time made the three of them a little dazed. It took a long time to get out of this immersed state and recall what they were going to do.
"This should not be Olivia's hiding place. Let's withdraw first." Tilan used a special secret method, and pieces of transparent crystals condensed into partitions out of thin air, sealing this area again. Then the three of them slowly withdrew from the crashed spaceship.
A few hours later, they flew into the sky again, overlooking the huge pit and the flashing lights in it in the bitter snow, feeling a lot of emotion in their hearts.
The four dark suns and the ρ Mechanical Council all originated here. No wonder this planet has become a battlefield for many forces to compete.
After returning to the landing point of the plane, the group returned again and retreated to the relatively safe northern continent.
"I think I need to rest for a few days." Celitia said to Tilan apologetically.
"It's okay, others also need to rest." Tilan comforted her.
After finishing this long journey, everyone was a little tired, and the last stronghold was in the sea, which was also the area with the most mechanical clusters and floating motherships. The danger level was several times higher than the previous two.
At night, after taking a shower, Tilan leaned on the bed, and her mind was still lingering with the recording she heard during the day and everything that happened in the spaceship.
In the darkest period of the Fifth Era, the lingering members of the Pi Mechanical Council went through various difficulties. They continued to observe the dark sun and conduct research and exploration, and finally pieced together a brand new God's Throne Plan.
If there had been no accident on the spacecraft, would the members of the Pi Mechanical Council work together to create another new future? Tilan thought about the possibility of this path.
However, even she felt that this path would not be optimistic in the end.
Yes, the Pi Mechanical Council can create a new sun crown, and even multiple suns can unite to fight against the dark suns that have occupied the galaxy in the past, and even destroy the opponents, but what about after that, after defeating the enemy.
Will the suns of the Mechanical Council disintegrate and perish by themselves, and return power to all ordinary members? Just think about it and you will know that this is unrealistic.
First of all, human nature is difficult to consider. Secondly, after becoming gods, can they still maintain the personality formed in the past short time?
Secondly, if they really disintegrate like saints, and then other dark suns appear in the galaxy, what can the Mechanical Council use to suppress and resist.
It is conceivable that these suns will not dissipate. They will only bring about the next Fifth Age and continue the darkness. Countless creatures will just numbly become the nutrients of the dark suns, without any vitality or energy.
A long sigh spread across the room. Tilan shook her head to wake herself up from her deep thoughts. She fumbled around and took out four special crystals she had picked up during the day.
The singer's talent allowed her to sense the heavy emotional residue on these crystals, and her own power of time and space allowed Tilan to try to glimpse past memory fragments through these crystals.
Let's start with this crystal. She took out the blue crystal and placed it lightly against her forehead.
The golden sand spread, and everything around her seemed to be still. Invisible ripples softened the surrounding space and time, and the delicate light sand emerged and reversed again, shrinking into the small crystal.
Countless lights and shadows flashed back and forth in the girl's mind, a bizarre world, strange and fleeting faces, and countless strange and distorted images.
Finally, everything in the field of vision froze in an instant.
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The sound of dripping water, wet water drops falling from the face, and then roughly wiped away by fingers, he raised his head.
This should be the bathroom. Tilan saw her appearance clearly at the moment through the simple mirror in front of her, a thin and bookish young man.
Feeling the chest of her shirt, she took out a pair of glasses and put them on. Then the world became much clearer, as if a high-definition image was turned on, which made people feel comfortable.
Relieved, Tilan felt that she seemed to be more relaxed and stable, and the glasses on her nose were like a shield, protecting herself and isolating herself from the malice of the outside world.
This state of mind, she had a similar situation in junior high school, and it was easy to understand.
After tidying up his appearance and picking up the recording board away from the washbasin, the young man walked out of the bathroom and walked through the brightly lit corridor. Along the way, he could see many researchers in white coats. They should be official members here, and the simple shirt on the young man showed that he had not yet obtained this identity.
After walking for a few minutes, the young man came to an office and stopped. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then carefully knocked on the door.
"Come in." A steady and clear voice came from inside.
Pushing open the door, the young man walked in a little nervously and saw the old man sitting behind the desk.
"Hello, Professor Helang, I am a student who is applying for your graduate program, Qinlun." When he said his name, he pronounced it unclearly, probably because he said it too fast and wanted to skip it.
"It's a very good name, Qinlun, it reminds me of an ancient physicist Roentgen." The old man seemed to be aware of the young man's nervousness, and replied in a relaxed manner, which made the young man calm down a little.
"Sit down, I have read the application you submitted, and the thesis is also very well written. It seems that you have worked hard on your studies. This kind of meticulous perseverance is rare in your peers."
"Thank you, Professor Helang." The young man straightened his back.
"No need to thank me. It's too early to say this now. Even if I agree, your qualifications will be assessed by the committee. The Mechanical Council is short of funds now, and the number of official members granted to our institute is getting smaller and smaller."
"Oh, by the way, you just came here, you probably haven't eaten yet, I'll take you to the staff cafeteria at noon. There's so much delicious food there. There's potato stew that can only be tasted in the Earth era. The flavor is excellent. No one I know hates it."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Helang."
The young man nodded again, and then his eyes unconsciously drifted to the bookshelf behind the old man, where there were many books related to entomology. The yellowed corners of the books indicated that these books were not ornamental, but really flipped through.
Mr. Helang was once a well-known insect researcher, and presided over the gene editing to create several useful new insects. Eight years ago, he was invited to join the A8951 Institute and began to explore and research the Throne of God project. The young man recalled the information he had written down in advance.
Then the light and shadow in his vision became hazy and faded. He only vaguely remembered that the potato stew he had eaten at noon that day was very delicious, but the process was already blurred.
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A few years passed quickly. When Tilan saw her appearance in the mirror again, her temperament had changed significantly.
The loose hair in the past was trimmed neatly and energetically. The young man's glasses reflected the light above his head. His eyes were cold. He was wearing the uniform of a formal member of the institute. His fingers were slender after washing, and his joints were clear and strong. He was a good hand for holding a scalpel and tools.
He took the paper towel from the sink, wiped his fingers clean, and threw the discarded paper into the trash can. The young man picked up the recording board and walked through the corridor quickly and skillfully
. He passed by the members here skillfully, maintained the most basic nodding interaction, and then continued to devote himself to the compact work, like an extremely precise machine. However, this day must have something special, otherwise it would not be deeply remembered.
Returning to Professor Helang's office, there were two more unfamiliar figures here today. A man was talking to Helang. Judging from his military uniform, he should be a combatant of the Mechanical Council. On the sofa in the corner of the office, there was a girl holding a schoolbag and feeling uneasy. Her shy appearance reminded the young man of himself a few years ago.
With mixed feelings of sympathy and disgust, he looked at the girl for a second longer, and then walked towards Professor Helang.
"Then I'll leave Celine to Professor Helang." The man said, and turned back to let the girl come over.
"Come, this is your future mentor."
"Teacher Helang." The girl said timidly.
Helang looked a little helpless about this, but his straight brows did not soften completely.
"I still have to remind you that the final decision is not mine, and she still has to pass the review of the institute."
"I know, I know, but this is the only daughter of my comrade, so please, Professor Helang." The man bent over and bowed, forming a 90° angle.
Such a solemn salute made Professor Helang's last sigh silent, and he promised to do his best to help and make the girl his official apprentice.
"Qinlun, her name is Celine, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to take care of her during this period." Afterwards, Helang found him alone and told him.
"I understand, teacher." The young man nodded, his expression still cold.
Professor Helang was obviously relieved and satisfied with his proud apprentice. After a period of time, he stopped worrying about Celine's life and left it to Qinlun to take care of. For Qinlun, the appearance of this junior sister obviously disrupted his originally orderly life and work.
He understood Celine's timidity, weakness, and anxiety, but he also deeply hated this troublesome character, just as he hated the submissive self in the past.
This kind of emotional instability and fragile character like a small animal requires extra energy and time, which is exactly the resource that he must use carefully in his work and career.
If everyone can be as meticulous and durable as a machine, the world is like a perfect movement constructed by truth, everything is efficient and well-organized, without noise and accidents, and every scale is accurate and just right.
He does not hate Celine, but he hates the troubles that need to be taken care of and understood. He
does not hate human beings, but he hates the various restless emotions revealed in human nature.
This world needs calmness and reason to rule.
(End of this chapter)
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