Chapter 800 The Worst Ending
After parting with Tilan, Pulin and his party did not wait outside the cave church, but chose to climb the half-collapsed giant tower for a tour.
"Were the stairs here excavated by later generations?" Walking on the dangerous plank road in the air, Weide felt that the world below was a little dangerous.
"Yes, these wooden wedges were inserted into the gaps between the huge stone bricks, and then built into upward stairs. It is said that they existed hundreds of years ago, and later people just maintained and replaced them." The tour guide walked in front to explain.
"This place is really big." Misa looked at the huge empty space in the tower, as if he could hear an echo when talking here.
"What was it built for in the first place?" He continued to ask.
"To commemorate, to commemorate the victory over that dark era." Another strange voice came from behind the stairs.
A man in a black robe and a hood came up. He looked quite old, with a round head but a strong physique, making him look like an ascetic hermit.
"Hello, are you also a tourist here?" Que Lin rarely spoke, and she had an inexplicable interest in this guest.
"Yes, my name is Prince. I have traveled to many places and am also interested in some of the ancient history of the Federation." He stopped and looked at the empty corridors in the giant tower with everyone.
"Do you see the stone wall opposite? There are still a few murals on it, but they are now very blurred due to the erosion of sand and wind."
"Yes." Several of them answered.
"There were extremely terrifying but must be remembered things carved there."
"What is it?"
"The interior of this tower was carved with 34 dark suns and their followers, like a temple of demons, and at the top of the tower, on the dome in the center, is the portrait of Isanissa." Prince walked and talked.
"Is that so? I have never heard of it in all these years as a tour guide." The tour guide in front was quite surprised. She was a little unconvinced, but not very sure.
"Of course, these things are history that has been sealed for many years, and the dark sun carved in this building is also controversial." Prince responded.
"If you have experienced something extremely painful, how would you deal with it? Would you remember it as a lesson, or forget it completely to avoid sadness?"
"This..." Now several people were surprised by this sudden question.
"You should remember it." Misa touched his chin and answered.
"Of course forget it, otherwise how can you be happy, haha." Wade spread his hands and shrugged.
"What about this lady, which one do you think is better?" Prince looked at the red-haired figure on the side, it was Pulin who was leaning against the stone wall and looking at the distant scenery.
"Me? Haha, I don't bother to care about such things." Pulin turned her head, and her red eyes looked directly at Prince, as if she wanted to see through the other's soul.
"I said too much." Prince lowered his head and apologized to her.
Then he stopped walking and did not continue, but watched the other party continue to go up along the ancient stairs.
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In the cave church, Tilan woke up from a long-lost memory and opened her eyes. Complex emotions surged in her eyes, including surprise, surprise, melancholy, helplessness, excitement, heaviness, enlightenment, and countless thoughts and ideas turned in her mind, then quickly fell, and finally turned into tranquility in her eyes.
She blinked again, her expression returned to normal, and her eyes raised again, focusing on the hymn chanted on the stage.
Speaking of which, this hymn should be an extremely ancient ritual. She has already noticed the secret hidden in the hymn. If ordinary people were here, they would probably only feel that the hymn was ethereal and holy, and would not have any other reaction, but if a singer like her were here, she would have a different feeling.
Do the priests here know that she is a singer, or do they just rely on some kind of perception to perform the ritual? Tilan closed her eyes and extended her perception. The entire cave, and even the soul consciousness of thousands of people in the entire valley, appeared in her mind.
At a certain moment, her eyes suddenly condensed, and a look of surprise burst out of them.
Without time to think, she walked quickly through the hall of the church and came to the entrance of the side hall. Before the young man guarding the door could stop her, the girl passed him like a light wind.
Walking through the long corridor on the mountain wall, she came to an open door, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and finally stepped in slowly.
This is the other side of the cave church. The space inside is empty. There is a carving depicting an unknown goddess on the front wall, but her face has long been blurred. Only the spread wings show her gentleness and kindness. Under this statue, a gray-haired man knelt on one knee, put his hands together and prayed, and was about to reach the final end.
"… Mourn for those sacrificed predecessors, please don't blame me, I will personally end this tragedy caused by me."
After saying this, the figure slowly stood up. He stood with his back to Tilan for a long time, and the two of them maintained an unusually long silence.
Slowly, he turned around, and his weathered face already had ravines and wrinkles left by the years.
"Long time no see, Tilan."
This voice filled the girl's eyes gradually. She held back the excitement in her heart, twisted her fingers, and finally slowly loosened them.
"Well, father." This word was so unfamiliar that her pronunciation was not stable.
"I'm sorry, I'm not your father, just a person who made a mistake." His voice was also very heavy.
"Why do you say that?" Tilan lowered her head.
"Your birth was an accident, or even a product of some kind of distortion. This is the result of my evil deeds. Not only you, Themisia, but also Yongrong, have become unfortunate because of this."
"Is that so..." Tilan's voice was very light, and she herself didn't know when these words came out.
"I..."
Although she started living alone since she was 14 years old, as long as her father was not dead, she would always have a faint longing for him. As long as her father came back one day, home would still be there.
But now, the other party has personally denied her existence. This kind of denial from the closest person can almost destroy everything a person has, making her voice choke and unable to speak.
"Don't be so sad. You've grown up and can live well without me." The other person shook his head slightly.
"I think you've done a lot of research on your life experience and you know it vaguely."
"I often wonder if everything would be better if I hadn't stolen the embryo impulsively. Or if I knew about it later and didn't abandon you, but grew up with you, I could make up for the mistakes I made back then." "
Unfortunately, I didn't do anything and disappointed you, Tilan."
"Now I'm just a fool who wants to make up for my mistakes in a hurry." He slowly pulled out the lightsaber from his waist.
"Let's put an end to everything in the past here." At the end of his voice, he twisted the knob, and the blue blade emerged from the hilt. The sizzling sound of electricity was particularly clear in this quiet room.
"You want to kill me, right?" Tilan looked up and looked at the man holding the blade in front of him.
"Yeah." The other person's gray-blue eyes flashed with reluctance and regret, but in the end he slowly suppressed this emotion.
"For..." Tilan shook her head and didn't continue to ask the reason, or what reason was no longer important.
The last ties that connected her to the world dissipated at this moment. All people and things became distant and indifferent.
What did the future and status of human beings, the world, civilization, have to do with her? The reluctance and concern of the past quickly cooled, turned gray, and dissipated.
The originally black long hair gradually turned into dark gray, light gray, and finally like a pale moon rock, lonely and cold.
The estrangement disappeared
, and the blue in her eyes gradually dimmed. Her past insistence on rejecting Themisia collapsed step by step.
In the depths of her soul, the blue and purple kept spinning around, like two fish chasing each other, and now the blue and purple fish were getting closer and closer, and the vortex was getting faster and faster.
They began to merge, just as promised in the ancient prophecy.
Seeing this scene, the gray-haired man stepped forward with a sword and slashed at the girl standing there.
Blood, very fresh blood flowed on the ground.
The beautiful dress was stained by the spreading blood.
The once beautiful singing girl was now torn apart and cut in half like a tattered doll.
Facing the dead girl, the man knelt on the ground, struggling to cover his forehead with his hands, choking and trembling, and making a painful roar like a beast.
"What on earth did I do wrong!"
The girl stared at the ceiling with her eyes, and a tear silently flowed down her side face.
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At the same time, outside the cave church.
Pulin and his party also slowly climbed to the top of the ancient giant tower. Here, they could see the scenery far away, the rolling red hills in the distance, and the tiny valley town at the foot.
They took pictures here, talked and laughed, and enjoyed the afternoon breeze comfortably.
"When you can see the scenery in the distance, you become part of the scenery."
"...That's what they say." In a hidden hill dozens of miles away from the tower, a long and huge sniper rifle slowly focused and aimed.
This is not a weapon used by humans, but a huge weapon nearly 50 meters long. The one who controls it is also a special mecha lying silently on the hill.
With the special ability to shuttle through the subspace, the concealment system of this mecha makes various mainstream detectors of the Federation invalid, which also gives the opportunity to launch an attack.
"But there is only one chance, so I have to inconvenience you, Biaoxing, Misa, Weide, Que Lin." The figure sitting in the cockpit prayed in a low voice, and gradually focused the red-haired figure in the sight.
"Condolences to those who sacrificed for this."
After saying this, he pulled the trigger, and a deep red torrent of particles lit up in an instant, drowning the figure on the top of the tower in an instant, turning it into evaporated atoms.
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Aijieka Network World, the Seven Sages Council Hall.
The once busy hall is now full of distorted traces, which are traces left by the battle in the network world. In the center of the hall, the once respected Gray Fangyan is now full of distorted red spears. These spears seem to be cursed, and strange patterns spread where they are inserted.
"Give up, Senior Gray Fangyan, these spears have been written into the erosion code, and the defense system you built in the past will be distorted and polluted by it and will not be effective again."
A group of high-hanging blurred figures surrounded the hall, and they were in different shapes, like a patchwork of chaotic lines.
"We appreciate your contribution to the organization and leading the Star Children to glory, but times have changed, and your ideas and thoughts no longer meet the demands of the Star Children today." Another voice echoed in the hall.
"In fact, we have reminded you many times, hoping that you can give up the idea of continuing to unite with the Volcano Songstress, but unfortunately you have never accepted our advice."
"If Prinkoko is allowed to rule, the Rose Federation will become her dictatorial empire, and the voices of our Star Children will never be taken seriously."
"The purpose of our unity and alliance is not to become a black glove in her hand, a tool to deal with political enemies, or a subordinate to control public opinion. These are all contrary to our original oath."
"Please rest here. The world in the future will be led by us, just as you taught us at the beginning. It will be a more equal and beautiful world."
As if realizing that his death was a foregone conclusion, the gray Fangyan in the middle of the hall stopped struggling, and tears flowed from the only remaining intact eye.
"Really? I'm no longer needed."
It's not that he doesn't understand these people's thoughts, and he even wants to agree, but everything in reality is not so easy. He just wants to wait a little longer, wait for another relatively gentle opportunity to solve this problem.
He has lived for a long time, and he shouldn't be so sad and fragile. This is the moment before death, and he still feels an indescribable pain and sadness.
"I was wrong, Idria. Maybe I should have given up at that time." At the last moment of his life, he recalled the afternoon a hundred years ago when he crawled out of the manhole cover in a mess and saw the blue-haired girl.
That day, the sky was particularly bright and sunny. The girl, who was a singer, smiled and extended her hand to him, saying that she wanted to build a network world that conveys beauty and consensus.
After all, it was just a dream...
He slowly closed his eyes, and his body in the virtual space slowly dissipated like quicksand.
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"So, how are you going to build the federal order of the new era?" The seaweed-headed researcher stood under the starry sky and asked the sixteen-sided crystal suspended behind him.
"The Federation needs the singer, the influence and power of the singer. This is the foundation of the Federation. If we refuse to take the singer as the core, how should the future order framework be built?" He put his hands in his pockets and continued to ask.
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"Oh, so you have hidden such a plan." The seaweed-headed researcher pushed his glasses with his middle finger.
"Yingwen Qilin was rescued by you back then, and has been in your hands all these years."
"You mean, Yiwen Qilin was persuaded by you and agreed to your request."
"She is willing to give up her own consciousness and become the cornerstone of your eternal throne. Anyone can use her spirit and soul to communicate and activate the crown."
"This is indeed a very wonderful method. With the power of the singer, we can use her name and image to unify the residents of the Federation, and we don't have to worry about her having an independent personality consciousness to interfere with the country's management and governance. She is like a human-shaped seal tool."
"Huh, even a calm researcher like me is surprised that you can make it this far."
"I'm a little scared. After all, such a future is too shocking to common sense."
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"You think this will be a brand new beginning, right?"
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"A great era, haha."
(End of this chapter)
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