Chapter 801 Light and Eclipse
『What have you ever felt』
『So isolated and helpless』
『This is not real』
『Like light and eclipse』
『Facing the moon on the same sun』
『Struggling between love and hate 』 『
Want to hold on to something』
『Gains and losses linger in my mind』
『Lost in the haze』
『How could this be』
『Can we see each other again? 』
『Stars fall and scatter across the Milky Way』
『Gazing at the starry sky, what do you want?
『If it were you, how would you face this madness? 』
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The past memories flashed by quickly, and the pictures appeared frame by frame, and the memories of my entire life also quickly regressed here, from now to college, high school, junior high school, elementary school, kindergarten... It was like a beautiful revolving lantern.
'It is said that when a person is dying, the brain will go back to all past memories to find a way to save himself. '
'Is it really like this, mother? 'Tilan, who was very young, lay beside Gu Yongrong, curiously opening her eyes and asking.
'That's probably the case. After all, it would be too sad to end like this.'
'End? What is the end, mother?'
'End...' The young mother showed an interested look and asked Tilan, who was standing in front of her knees, to turn around.
'Look, your hair has grown to your shoulders now. If you let it down, it will be messy, right?'
'Tie up the messy hair with a thin band and a rope, and that's the end.'
'All the hair will meet and gather here, and then extend again.'
'Then I will also end~ Isn't this better than my sister, who never ties her hair up?' Tilan raised her little hand and said excitedly.
'Ah, it's true.' Looking at the happy Tilan, Gu Yongrong hugged her lovingly.
...
In the quiet training ground, two figures crossed back and forth, sword arcs flashed, and from time to time they collided to produce sparks and make a hissing sound.
After a few minutes, the two returned to their original place and stood facing each other. At this time, their similar faces were reflected by the dim light.
'Now, your swordsmanship is better than mine.' Gu Yongrong pressed the back of her hand with two fingers to stop the blood from flowing.
'It doesn't count, mother.' Themisia put away the sword in her hand, and there was pride and happiness in her purple eyes.
'This is the truth.' She shook her head slightly, then raised her eyes and looked at Themisia.
'What's the matter?' Noticing her mother's gaze, she couldn't help but ask.
'It will be Tilan's birthday in a while, remember to buy her a gift.'
'Alas, why should I buy her a gift? I am obviously your daughter, but she always seems to be favored.' Themisia pouted.
'Because you are your sister. If I use this reason, you will probably be unhappy.' Gu Yongrong wiped the blood off his hand.
'Then I will tell you another reason. She has been chasing you and wants to be recognized by you. You are both my children, but the evaluation of the outside world is very different. She will be sad, inferior and upset because of this. '
'Is that so?' Hearing this, Themisia was thoughtful.
'I know, don't worry, I will prepare a birthday gift for Tilan that she likes. '
'Who made me a good sister~'
...
On a long and lonely night, a small figure stood on the street with many adults, waiting for the lights to pass.
She was not tall, holding a bag of books alone, her face covered by a scarf.
The speeding subway train whizzed past, bringing a moment of light, reflecting the gray hair and black eyes.
After a short period of light, everything returned to calm again. At this time, the dark passage in front of her opened and allowed entry.
The crowds around her began to move, and the crowds and collisions made her almost fall several times, but few people in the crowd noticed her.
Finally, she returned to the door of her home, and finally a smile appeared on her face, but this smile quickly disappeared as the door opened.
The house was very quiet, so quiet that only her slight breathing could be heard.
Yes, she was alone.
Her mother and sister have left this world, and her father has given up on her and left.
She no longer has anyone to talk to or rely on, and everything will be borne by herself from now on.
'What will you do, Tilan?' She asked herself silently. Her
once small fingers can now hold the training sword issued by the school. She, who could not do anything well, can now take care of herself.
'Even if everything is gone, I will live well.' The eyes in the darkness gradually became firm.
...
'Tilan, when you grow up, what kind of person do you want to be?'
'A very strong, determined, and powerful person.' The little girl counted on her fingers.
'Why choose these?' The figure of her mother was hazy in her memory.
'Because I want to be like my sister, well, become powerful and be envied by everyone.'
'But this is what Themisia pursues. You don't have to be the same as her. I want to know what you really love and like, Tilan.'
'Me?' '
I don't know.' The girl's voice was a little uneasy.
'Then recall it carefully, and think about when you will feel happy from the bottom of your heart without any reason.' The gentle voice guided again.
The scenes from many times flashed again, and continued to appear.
'I want to be a gentle person like my mother.'
'Why did you choose this.' The palm slowly stroked the top of the girl's head.
'Because, because that would be very happy.'
'I can never compare with others. If I am gentler and better to others, they will treat me the same way.' The girl said hesitantly.
'Is that so? Then you may be disappointed.'
'But...' The girl lowered her head and bit her lip.
'I can't do other things either.'
'I am stupid, not as smart as my sister, not as outgoing as her, and I am also very timid...' Her voice became weaker and weaker.
'I am afraid of competing with others. I can't compete with them...'
Hearing Tilan's answer, the hazy figure hugged her lovingly.
'No, someone will like you, and you don't have to compete with others. Just keep your share and you will be happy.' That hand has been stroking Tilan's back, soothing her weak heart.
'One day, you will grow up slowly and do many things that you could not do before. '
'At that time, you will no longer be afraid of the problems you face today. At that time, you can freely relax your personality and no longer be afraid of any gaze. 'The mother's gentle voice said firmly, building up the strength in the deepest part of her heart bit by bit.
'I recognize you, you are my favorite child, even more than Themisia. 'The voice was slightly choked, as if there was an emotion that could not be let go. '
You will do it, even in the face of many people's denial and disbelief. '
'At that time, you will no longer have the hesitation and worry of today, what choice will you make? '
'I want to be a gentle person like my mother. 'The same answer, but this time the voice is sincere and frank.
'I am sometimes very scared. I also know that some classmates are afraid of being bullied by others like me. They will also be sad and cry like me. ' '
So, in order to avoid such things from happening, I want to be a gentle person like my mother, to comfort and encourage them, and to protect them. '
'Because protecting them is also protecting my former self, and they will become happy like me. '
'You are a very kind child. '
'Alas, is this what kindness is? '
'Then I want to be a kind person too. '
...
In the depths of the soul consciousness, the vortex of purple and blue rotates to the extreme, the two colors blend with each other, and finally merge into one color, presenting a clear and ethereal color.
The dim eyes regained their brilliance again, and the broken body that was originally lying on the ground also turned into dots of star sand and rose up.
They rushed to gather towards the singularity in the air. Not only the light points that emerged in this room, but also countless light points came across the void. They came from the distant galaxy, the unknown corners of space, the forgotten dust land, and the trapped blockade.
These magnificent blue and purple light spots merged into the hazy human figure, were assimilated by it, and became part of the light, until in an instant, all the light converged, and the hazy human figure condensed instantly.
The soft and flowing black hair slowly floated in the air, and the eyes that were like the flow of stars slowly opened, without a trace of dust.
With her toes lightly tapping the ground, Tilan, who had awakened, wore a white dress and stood in front of the crying and regretful man.
"'Heshia' is the result of the agreement between Hefasim and Loranxia in the last era."
"It's not right to treat her like this."
"Skipping classes and hiding are not the right choices." The girl shook her head lightly, and her soft hair swayed gently.
"You are more childish than I thought, father."
"I..." The man looked up in disbelief, looking at the girl who had come back from the dead, his face full of astonishment.
"Even though you don't recognize me, I will still call you that, because I am already a mature adult." The girl walked slowly past him, like a gentle breeze.
"Don't torture yourself anymore, in fact, you can always turn back, right? Just give me a call and tell me everything that happened back then."
"But I..." The man stared at his rough and old hands, which were no longer as firm and strong as when he was young.
"Yes, you are old and afraid to face your past mistakes, so you choose to tear them apart again and again until you destroy yourself."
"I am very grateful to the timid and inferior me when I was a child, which allowed me to easily admit my mistakes, reflect on them, and grow up slowly."
"But some guys have been stubbornly insisting, fearing the consequences of admitting their mistakes. In their hearts, admitting mistakes means admitting their weakness, and they will be bullied and looked down upon."
"This is actually another form of cowardice and escape. Perhaps I should realize that even our parents will not be more determined and stronger than us."
"I really want to reminisce about the past with you, ask you about the story of your love with my mother, and tell you about my experiences over the years, and about my sister."
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have time today."
"Don't you blame me?" The man lowered his head dejectedly.
"I will blame you, and I want to retaliate severely, but if you die here, it will be difficult for me to vent the pain I have suffered for many years."
"You have committed a great sin, so you must live and atone for your past actions. I will also supervise your future actions until the anger in my heart dissipates." After saying that, her figure disappeared from the room, leaving only the lost and decadent man.
...
The ruins of the tower in the valley
When the crimson particle torrent penetrated the top, countless screams of fear and running sounds rang out around the scenic area.
At the edge of the remaining hole, the melted dark red enamel slowly dripped, making a slight sound of "sizzling".
"I, everyone..." Biaoxing struggled to stand up from the corner. At this time, his body was burnt and the pain tore his nerves.
Looking through the ruins and wreckage, he saw the huge hole in the middle, which still exuded a palpitating scene.
This was the remnant of the red particle shooting, and only the most advanced mecha could control this weapon on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of uneasiness.
Are there any other people alive? He jumped up despite the pain and searched among the ruins that were emitting green smoke. This action finally found a touch of green hair in the rock.
It was Que Lin. He jumped down, dug away the stone, and helped up his equally injured companion.
The healing spell appeared in his palm, and he gave Que Lin emergency treatment to alleviate his injuries.
"Cough cough..." With a slight cough, Que Lin slowly woke up and looked around blankly.
"What are we doing?" She didn't understand what was going on.
"It was an attack. Although I don't know why it was us, it was a premeditated attack, and the other party should have used the most advanced mecha weapons." Biao Xing analyzed calmly.
"Mecha..." Que Lin suddenly remembered something and stood up.
"It's the captain, yes, it's definitely him." She said excitedly.
"Captain? What happened to Kuman?" Biao Xing didn't understand.
"I saw it. When we set out that day, I saw the driving suit in his bag. At first I thought he just put the suit in his luggage out of habit, but it was definitely premeditated." Que Lin eagerly told what he saw that day.
"But why did the captain attack us..."
Before the two of them could figure it out, a familiar figure slowly descended from the sky, and the familiar face now exuded an extremely unfamiliar atmosphere.
Her hair spread in the wind, and the bright sunlight fell on her through the sparse buildings between the high towers, forming a shadow of light and darkness. The girl slowly stretched out three pairs of wide transparent wings behind her, each pair was as thin as a cicada's wing, like the fine texture of a circuit flowing through it with a gradual glow, making it particularly sacred and distant.
It seemed that the song from the other side of distant time and space sounded in everyone's mind, from this valley, to the oasis in the distance, and then to the small towns on this land.
Layers of invisible ripples spread out, and the spiritual will flowing in it made everyone feel sad and sorrowful.
Some people stopped working, some recalled the past, and some prayed silently.
[People pray all day for the regret of the past]
[Finally, the silver moon rose over the Sea of Aijaka]
The blue sky was cloudless at this moment. The clear sky hung down countless white filaments, forming one complex gear and symbol after another.
In the hanging filaments, the shadow of a white moon slowly appeared
, and everything in the world began to flow in the opposite direction, like a reverse clock.
The rocks began to return to their positions, the melted bricks condensed again, the dripping fire liquid flew from the ground to the sky, and the scattered blood returned to the body again. The sublimated and
evaporated atoms returned from all directions again, gathered in front of the body, and finally reorganized into the fiery red hair.
With her hands spread out, Tilan gently caught the falling Pulin. The other party was still unconscious at this moment, but as long as she was treated and recuperated, there would always be a day when she would wake up.
Her fingers passed through the fiery red ponytail hair, and Tilan remembered many past events, those friends and companions who had spent time with her.
I don't know when, you have left me one by one, Orles, Blanche, Shui Yanqing, Pulin, Jian Xiner, Luo Fenghua, Idlia, Ewen Qilin...
These familiar faces who were once singing girls have disappeared one after another in life, and now she is left alone.
A gorgeous crimson beam of light was launched from afar again. From the moment it lit up to the moment it arrived, there was no reaction time, but this time the crimson light flow was blocked by a spherical transparent barrier, leaving only violent and dazzling sparks.
The scattered crimson heat flow exploded outside the barrier, sprinkled, and turned into red rain, evaporating and penetrating the high tower below, forming a series of burning holes.
"They actually blocked it." Biaoxing supported Que Lin and said in surprise.
Using the power of a single person to directly resist the attack of the most advanced mecha, such a scene simply shattered their imagination.
"That girl is... Pulin." Que Lin recognized who Tilan was holding in her arms at this time.
"No wonder... No wonder we were attacked." Que Lin said in a daze. She didn't expect that the most famous and powerful singer in the Federation would actually travel with her.
"Kill her, Que Lin, this is an order." An urgent voice came from the headphones she carried with her.
Biaoxing wondered who this person would be who would give such a crazy order, but Que Lin, who was supporting him, had already started to act. She broke free from Biaoxing's support, stumbled onto the high platform, pointed her palm at Tilan not far away, and a silver needle shot out from the bone of her wrist.
This is a special weapon developed by the giant enterprise "Eye of Death Song". The tiny silver needle can penetrate any barrier constructed by extraordinary magic, and the toxins attached to the silver needle cannot be cured by medicine.
However, as if she was aware of her actions, the girl holding Pulin turned her head, and her flying hair just blocked the path of the silver needle.
The seemingly soft and fragile hair was not penetrated by the silver needle, but the silver needle broke after hitting it, and became scattered silver debris.
How could this be possible? Que Lin's face was full of surprise and disbelief, but time did not allow her to think about it any more. The order came again in the headset.
"Jump down from the tower." She did as she was told and jumped off the tower.
At this time, a whistling giant silhouette passed through the hole on the side of the tower and took her in. Then it rose into the sky again with a strange and extremely fast flight trajectory. The whole process took only two seconds, which was extremely fast and smooth.
At this time, the people on the ground could finally see what the huge flying figure was.
This was a new type of mecha that people had never seen before. It was snow-white, with clear edges and sharp wings. It was particularly majestic in the sun, exuding a solemn and decisive atmosphere.
The mech turned a huge semicircle in the sky, as if it was synchronized. Its speed increased again, and then a dazzling emerald lightsaber emerged from its arm and pierced the transparent protective dome below.
"Zizizizi..." Violent energy collisions and annihilation burst out on the shield, and the sparks produced were like a small sun rising on the ground.
"She blocked it again!?" Biaoxing could no longer understand the identity of the holy girl in front of him. Could she be an angel from heaven?
"Ahhhhhhhhhh——"
In the cockpit of the mech, Que Lin stared at the figure in the lock, holding the joystick with both hands to pull the magic output power to the mechanism, and she entered a crazy state.
She must kill Pulin, all because of her, her family, her future, and everything...
It is unforgivable, she must die here .
Her lips have been bitten to bleed, but she seems to be unaware that the liquid soaked in the cockpit also has a hint of blood.
The mech flew into the sky again, and it opened the two laser gun barrels on its shoulders and aimed at the tower below.
The dazzling stream of light swept past, and the ancient building below was cut into several pieces and began to collapse.
Is he dead? No, she couldn't leave any chance.
The mecha lit up the dazzling light blade again, dived down from the sky, and crashed directly into the rubble, trying to use its body as a shell to smash the possible enemy.
However, a tiny silver light point rose from the smoke and ruins, bypassing the mecha's collision attack that tore through the sky.
When the mecha smashed into the ruins below, Tilan's figure appeared in the air again. She held the unconscious Pulin in one hand and held the other hand in vain, and then a dazzling holy sword floated above her head.
The silver holy sword burst into brilliance, turned into a stream of light and shot down, penetrating the armor behind the mecha, directly piercing the cockpit, cutting the Querlin inside into pieces, and turning it into melted blood.
Unfortunately, this is not the end. Tilan has sensed that there are multiple other mechas in the sky that are rapidly shuttling in the subspace and approaching this side.
Fighting like this is not a solution. She landed, stepped on the back of the shut-down mecha, raised her hand, and the closed cockpit inside backed out.
"Wait a minute..." An anxious voice came from above Tilan's head, and Biaoxing stumbled and jumped down along the stone wall.
"Do you want to use this mecha?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yes, are you going to stop me?" Tilan tilted her head, she did not sense the other party's hostility.
"No, I want to help you, this is my key chip, I am a test driver of a new type of mecha, and it should be universal for this model." He quickly explained his purpose.
"Aren't you going to avenge your companions?" Tilan took the key chip.
"Revenge? No, I still know some right and wrong, although I also understand Que Lin's thoughts." He looked bitter.
"Let me drive the mech. Although I'm not an ace pilot, I should be able to escort you and His Highness Prin to the fleet outside the planet."
"Thank you for your kindness. I actually know a little about mechs." Tilan shook her head slightly, put Prin into the cockpit, and then sat in herself.
"If there are no additional enemies, I might agree to let you help, but what we have to face later is hell." She closed the hatch, and then the cockpit sank deep into the mech again.
30 seconds later, the mech lit up various indicator lights again, rising from the ruins, and the whistling airflow brought by it almost made Biaoxing stand unsteady.
Did she really only know a little about mechs?
Biaoxing looked at the mech as if it had been reborn, crossing an extremely swift trajectory in the sky. Such flexibility and maneuverability were terrifying, and it was impossible to catch the opponent's trajectory at all. Even the ace pilot he was familiar with could not achieve it.
In the quiet cockpit, Tilan put on the lavender goggles, and the only sound around was the ticking sound from the dashboard.
Recalling all the past, she slowly brushed her fingers over the sleeping Prinn in her arms.
Several light spots on the radar began to flash and approached rapidly. (My naivety and weakness led to the current situation)
These light spots successively left the subspace state and displayed models and information on the radar. (Putting many people in danger)
Four mechas of the same model appeared behind her. They were all fully armed and flew at supersonic speed in the atmosphere with the help of their unfolded wings.
The white mecha she was driving made a sharp whistling sound in the air. The alarm in the cockpit kept beeping. It quickly went up, then turned in a huge arc to avoid the laser beam that flashed by sideways.
It kept changing its trajectory in the air, sometimes flying straight, sometimes hanging upside down, avoiding the crimson jet that passed by. The laser light was captured by the optical sensing instrument and reproduced in the cockpit, reflecting her profile. (Is that right, Pulin)
After flashing past the chasing laser beam again, the mecha turned around at an amazing angle in the sky. (If that's what you think)
She pulled the trigger, and the same brilliant jet fired, a flash of light, piercing the chasing mecha and burning it. (Then I will change)
Throwing away the laser spear that had not yet cooled down on its shoulder, the white mecha drew out the backup lightsaber at its waist and collided with the oncoming enemy. The red and emerald light streams annihilated violently, and a harsh sound of sparks erupted where the lightsabers collided. (I will change for you to see)
Pushing open the huge mecha in front of him, which was also 60 meters high, the white mecha driven by Tilan spurted out a fierce tail flame from behind, and crashed into the opponent's arms again, piercing the cockpit with the emerald blazing blade.
High in the sky, the white mecha was suspended lonely. At this moment, there were no more enemies chasing it in the sky. Its back and limbs began to spew out incandescent air waves and heat, and then pushed the mecha to continue to rise into the space outside the planet.
Like a rising morning star (becoming the child of prophecy, Heshia Tilan)
(End of this chapter)
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