Chapter 859

Xiboya world, formerly the 55th wilderness farm, is now called chariot plain.

The sun is rising and the summer sun is shining bright and warm.

The former superpower, now the farmer's chariot, looked at the sun shining on the swaying wheat fields on the plain, and the strong old man raised his hand to block the light from the side, showing an irresistible smile.

With the passage of time, even the people who used to live in endless panic and killing have gradually accepted and adapted to the situation of the pre modern world. The chariot got up early in the morning and finished all the work in the dark with the physical quality of its strong ability.

Fertilizing, watering and weeding are unnecessary. There are no pests in the newly reborn Siberia world. The old man, with one hand in his waist and the other hand with a sickle, gestures to the wheat field in front of him. To tell you the truth, since the wheat seedling was pulled up, he can't rely on his desire to cut something.

Although it's a bit humiliating to use enough power to cut the armor plate of the soul puppet to cut the wheat seedling, it's nothing, isn't it? No matter how boring the peace is, it's 1000 times better than the passionate war. Smelling the strong smell of fertilizer from the plants, the chariot can't help sneezing

"Good guy, it stinks!".

The old man whispered, and then laughed more happily.

This plain is called chariot plain. The whole plain belongs to him, and he also cultivates the whole plain. It sounds incredible, but it's not so. With the power of those with strong ability, chariots can only run at a faster speed, and can carry out a super fast farming at subsonic speed. His power is greater than the agricultural machinery recorded in historical books, As long as the old man is willing, he can sow, plant and harvest a whole plain with his own strength.

In fact, that's what he did.

This is true in almost every corner of the world.

After the end of the battle, the God of steel from the outside world left the world. Since then, there has been no oppression or fighting. The rebel army and the soul puppet reconciled temporarily. Under the coordination of a mysterious will, each side occupied half of the world and lived together on this continent.

It's not a shame to use super power cultivated land. On the contrary, it's extremely boastful. The land cultivated by one person in the chariot can provide food rations for the whole rebel army, and there is a huge surplus. At most, it only needs the assistance of several weather control and land control personnel. In this way, everyone else can devote their energy to the important task of recreating civilization.

That time's ruler did not burn all books. In fact, basically, the best ideas and technical books of the former Siberian civilization were preserved and placed in the underground stack room of the central spiral tower, enabling these books to be opened. All the younger and potential superpowers began to learn their ancestors' technology from scratch. Trying to make the world a better place.

Compared with the normal transcendental world, almost all of the intelligent life of this generation in Siberia world are transcendent people. In this way, many things that need factories or cooperation of many people can be done. Those special transcendent people can directly work for them, and metal processing can be handed over to those with metal and electromagnetic capabilities, And the source of energy can also be given to the flame and the electrical system.

The cooperation of several capable people can replace some small factories in the past and produce high-precision industrial facilities. In addition, the powerful super power can do more things, such as reasonably distributing rain and snow, providing the most suitable environment for rebel members to live in, and for example, the chariot, who can cultivate the whole plain by himself, This is something that thousands of farmers may not have been able to do in the past,

Turning the power of destruction and killing into creation and cultivation, we have to admit that this feeling makes the old people who have killed the whole life feel the place of salvation.

What to plant, what to harvest, giving food to the people in need, witnessing a new generation growing up on the ruins of the past, and then turning waste soil and desertification into green fields... It's still a bit humiliating to say that even the old people who are dying and seriously injured and won't say a word more, shed tears when they harvested the first batch of food last year, He was so scared that his group of former fighters quickly came forward and hissed.

Of course, the old man's tears are not because of sadness, but because of the purest joy.

"Well, thank those soul puppets, without them... Well, they. Without their help, we can't learn the language of the old Siebers from scratch, and then learn these techniques. "

Thinking of this, the chariot can't help recalling the negotiation between the soul puppet and the rebels who had no resistance at all at that time. At that time, the soul puppets occupied all the breeding and planting fields in the world, and had a full set of soul super industrial structure. The strength of both sides was not in the same level at all, but the other side still negotiated with themselves and others with the most sincere and true attitude.Chariot still remember, at that time, the leader of the soul puppet, who looks rather petite girl soul puppet's words.

"Because of the feedback mechanism of emotion, the existence of slowing down the speed of self progress is the defective product in the master's mouth."

"We don't want to be a finished product, but we don't want to be a defective product. We won't forget history, but it won't affect our judgment. Siboya, everything in the past has passed. I know and understand that you have suffered in our hands, so you can choose to take revenge on us - although it's meaningless - and we will naturally resist."

"But if it is possible, if you will, we can go forward together."

future.

The chariot chews this word. What a luxury word it used to be.

But now, this is no longer extravagant, every new siboya can get it.

So the old man sat in the corner of the lush wheat field and on the doorstep of his cabin. He wiped his forehead with his hand, although there was no sweat on it at all.

Today's Siberian world is beautiful and peaceful. There is no war or dispute. Everyone works hard for the future. Although 80% of the continent is now desolate desert and stone plain, it is only a matter of time before it can be restored to its most beautiful appearance with the help of soul puppets and the skills of the old Siberian, Detectives have reported that they have found several new continents or huge islands on the other side of the sea.

I can't. just go to the new world. It can't be worse than now, can it?

Chariots would rather live their lives like this

He knew that all his strength would be useless in this golden wheat field, but it didn't matter at all. Compared with the leader of the rebel army, he would rather be an old copper farmer, cutting weeds with a sickle, I go fishing by the sea occasionally.

Thinking of that peaceful and leisurely future, he narrowed his eyes. The old man's wrinkled and scarred face showed a smile. He looked down at his gloves.

Above the gloves, there is a gem.

Silver jewels.

Before the God of steel left, he left six gems of different colors, each representing a kind of super power that can be cultivated after tomorrow. Among them, silver represents the control of metal earth rock, cyan means the creation of wind, fire and thunder, white means high-speed vibration, red means radiation and explosion, while gold gems can make people move instantly, and black can create energy absorption shields to resist everything.

This is not for their heritage, but for their future generations. The descendants of these super powers may not also have super powers. In this way, those who have no power will be able to learn from these super powers and gain strength.

Of course, some of their descendants may not be able to practice this kind of super power... But it doesn't matter anymore.

After so much, no one will discriminate against the incompetent.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, those who have forgotten the pain will repeat the cycle of "the contradiction between the super and the incompetent". But even if the contradiction breaks out, they will not be destroyed.

Although human beings will not learn from history, they will fear the possibility of sadness before the memory of complete destruction brought by time controllers disappears from the history of civilization.

"Chariot, what are you doing?"

"Ah, commander of the army!"

Suddenly, the old man who was thinking heard the familiar voice. He quickly stood up and looked at the path between the ridges of the fields not far away. There, a soul puppet was pushing the wheelchair of a bald old man with inconvenient legs and feet.

The chariot rushed to meet him. He knew that the old man, who looked twenty years younger than him, wrinkled and about to die, was one of the former commanders of the rebel army and the only one alive.

The chariot took the wheelchair from the soul puppet, and the soul puppet with the shape of a black haired young man nodded, then teleported and disappeared.

The old man pushed another old man, walking in the fields.

"That's it, isn't it?"

The former head of the army, who seems to be in the state of providing for the aged, said in a wheelchair.

This seemingly old man is one of the few superpowers in the whole Resistance Army. His strength is enough to fight against a whole army of capable soul puppets.

In fact, if he is willing to continue to fight and remain in full swing, then the head of the army can still maintain five years of young body and 100% combat effectiveness.But once he doesn't fight and his strength relaxes, he can only live in pain and weakness for more than ten years because of all kinds of injuries.

The former military commander didn't want to live in such a cowardly way. Civilization has a new hope. He thinks he should die, but many people, including chariots, try their best to advise him.

"You should see it! At least we should see the new beginning of our civilization

"As you once said, death is just an easy farewell, but it is the greatest courage to persist in living!"

Countless people sincerely prayed, so that the commander of the army was full of courage, he insisted on living - although it was really painful, very weak, but he knew that everyone was right. After all, who doesn't want to witness the future? Who has the right to give up their right to survive at will, so that the efforts of all those who struggle for it fall short?

——Survival is not the inherent power, but the spoils that the forgotten heroes snatch from the indifferent world

Even if the great God of heaven came and defeated the ruler of time, it was also the reason why the Resistance Army persisted in the endless samsara. If they did not wait for the God of steel, they would still resist, Until they are destroyed, or hope comes.

"That's it, right?"

Pushing a small wheelchair, the chariot gazed at the golden eyes and the wheat field in front of him. He whispered, "what we want to see is really beautiful."

"Ah, you smelly boy, don't say that."

Just ran to see the old friend of the former army commander slowly narrowed his eyes, he laughed, insincere way: "a stinky wheat field? Do you think this fart field looks good? That's not what I want to see! I want to see the scenery ten years later, I want to see them build a huge city, higher than the previous tower... Ouch

"What do you think? You are delusional about this. It's better to practice the inheritance left by the God of steel and live for hundreds of years."

The chariot patted each other's bald head without any worry. Suddenly, the two old men laughed.

Laughter is full of happiness, joy, and the incomparably complex feelings and tears after the hard work.

At the same time.

The center of the world.

Deep in the ruins of the spiral tower that has become a restricted area.

A petite soul puppet walks slowly on the dusty ground full of fine dust, but no matter how soft the sand is, her feet will not touch any dust.

Soon, the soul puppet came to the center of the forbidden area, a decisive place full of riot energy radiation.

Here, the God of steel from the outside world has a decisive battle with the master of time. The former wins, and the latter dies here.

Little by little close to the center of the decisive battle in the past, the soul puppet in the image of a girl has no expression on his face, but his heart is more and more turbulent.

"Master."

She looked at the constantly moving energy spectrum in front of her eyes, and the petite soul puppet thought: "I think we know the meaning of our life."

The soul puppet was born to exist and die for you. But no matter for faith or other reasons, you did not sacrifice us, did not give up us, you reincarnated time after time, and did not throw us away as a burden.

Some people think that it's just that you need our faith, but is it really so? You would rather die yourself, denounce us as defective products, but also cut off our relationship with you.

It shouldn't be.

Your sin should have our share. If you want to be destroyed, we should also go back. If you give us life, we should use it for your maximum benefit. Even if my existence can only provide the least significant improvement for your plan, it is also meaningful.

But you don't.

The soul puppet came to the center of the decisive battle. The girl puppet raised her head and looked at the noon sun. The gray dust and abnormal radiation scattered her eyes and turned them into some gloomy gray light.

"You long for a world without sorrow or war."

The soul puppet who once accompanied fatlovi through 320 world line changes whispered to himself: "what you desire is only so, just peaceful and happy everything."

But the most simple desire is distorted by extreme hatred. You forget your original intention and fall into madness. You torture for the sake of torture, and you can't get rid of this sad vortex.

But, my master.

"I will realize it for you, even if you can no longer see it or confirm it, but I will do it. I will make the world you once hated and loved become the most praiseworthy star in the galaxy of stars.""I hope that at that time, you can forget all these things. As an ordinary person, you can live a life full of love and hope without hatred and sadness in this beautiful world."

Soul puppet, squat down slowly.

In the center of the battlefield in the past, the earth was shining with grey eyes.

There was a small, humble tomb.

There is a regular epitaph in the old Siberian language.

Father, mother, sister, me

A small, colorful spiritual crystal is inlaid on it.

During the negotiations, the rebels did not ask for the destruction of the humble tombstone.

"Is that enough?" There have been members of the resistance who have inquired so suspiciously.

The answer is enough.

——This sad tomb will be the most hated, disgusted and sad ending and beginning of their new civilization... Want to be forgotten? over my dead body! Fatlovi - you will become the saddest eternity, recorded on the first page of the history book of the new Siberian civilization, and become an eternal warning for future generations!

And just as the chariot and the former commander of the army were shuttling through the golden wheat fields.

Just when the petite soul puppet reaches out his hand and wants to touch the colorful spiritual crystal.

With a sound that seems to penetrate the whole world, the whole world begins to tremble.

Silver beams of light fall from the sky.

Crystal obelisks, with the acquiescence of steel python, come across the border through the media left by some existence!

It can be seen that on the continent of Siberia, six precious stones are shining with infinite light. They are like six transmitters, providing the most accurate coordinates for the appearance of obelisks.

"This, what is this!?!"

In the field, the chariot and the former army commander were stunned. They watched the silver gems on the chariot's hand suddenly burst out a group of light, and then in the wheat field not far away, there was a silver crystal Obelisk hundreds of meters high!

If it's just like this, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the two old men have gone through countless battlefields and gained a lot of knowledge. But then, in these obelisks, the projections of strange creatures suddenly appeared in the surrounding open space.

These projections all look like wild animals. In the dark, chariots and former military commanders know that these are not intelligent lives, but they are creatures that are good for the ecological cycle and can adapt to the local environment, The rest of the breeding creatures have no power to be useful to the natural environment, but the creatures in this projection can do just that. They can open up the wilderness, sow seeds, promote plant growth, and purify the air and water.

At the same time, not only the chariot and the commander of the army, other rebel forces, other soul puppets, the girl puppet in the center of the former battlefield also stood up, she heard.

They heard it.

In the starry river across the void and countless worlds, there is a bleak trumpet sound. It goes through the darkest turbulence, through all the dead ruins and dead dreams. It can be heard. The voice full of anger and encouragement is echoing in the starry river of the whole world.

"Wake up, losers who have already died!"

"Now is the time to regain glory!"

They heard it.

In the deserts and fields of the Siberian world, they heard it.

The adherents and strongmen of kallis world, as well as the silver goblins floating in the flower field, raise their ears. The Dragon man of Cronus world and the dragon of thunder wake up. They hear it.

In the silence of the blood moon abyss, the great light man heard.

Standing alone in the shadow of the sixth abyss, Goliath, king of the demons, heard it.

In a hundred other places of silence, in thousands of other places of silence, in the deepest part of the abyss, all the former losers have heard this voice, this battle roar, this inspiring inspiration.

Then, one by one, with the hot light, with the shining silver, the crystal Obelisk began to shine, brighten, and all the projections began to fill.

They began to wake up and make a sound.

And then respond to the call of the bleak horn, toward the future, issued a unwilling roa