V2.Chapter 145

In a mysterious universe, in the vast starry sky, a dark and cold giant spaceship is slowly floating.

Mithra drove a small shuttle to approach. She just finished an exploration mission. The result was no harvest. There was a planet ahead, but there was no life and no available resources.

She's used to it, or she's numb.

The first thing in her sight was not the details of the ship, but a special, incomparably huge "shield" around the ship.

The shield is not a mechanical structure or other energy structure. It is composed of a corpse wearing armor.

Mithra is a human woman in her thirties, but she looks older, her eyes are dull and haggard.

However, when her eyes touched the bodies that formed the shield, it seemed that the dead she was alive, and there was respect in her eyes.

"Light"

She spit out a word in her mouth.

Mithras's mind recalled that once great scene:

The terrible "scream" came from the depths of the universe and destroyed countless civilized races and countless planets along the way. It was soon their turn. It was the special civilization carried by this ship called "NiGa", which was larger than some planets.

They are Nica, a special spaceship civilization that has been floating in the universe since thousands of years ago.

Originally, the Nigerians thought they would continue, but when the scream came, everything was changed.

The home of Nica, which will never be destroyed in cognition, was destroyed. The power system, circulation system, intelligent system and so on, which maintain the operation of the spacecraft, were directly destroyed. What is more terrible is the food system used to supply the Nica people. All the algae farms, artificial meat pastures and nutrition factories... Were seriously damaged.

And these are just the beginning.

The real fear is the death of the Nica.

Before the disaster, there were nearly 100 million members of the Nica civilization. Tens of millions died in the first wave of scream.

The second wave is tens of millions.

When the third wave came, the Nicaraguan civilization had reached the brink of collapse and was ready to die at any time.

At this time, heroes began to appear.

Mithra watched with her own eyes. A strange and familiar "Nica" suddenly began to shine. They put on their armor. They held hands and formed a huge light mask outside the ship, blocking the scream of hatred that brought death and despair.

Although the light shield was destroyed again and again, the birth of the hero did not stop. The new negans stood up, held the light, and constantly sacrificed themselves to repair the shield.

This includes Mithra's husband.

Even she didn't think of how the husband of an ordinary maintenance worker burst out that power after decades of ordinary work.

Finally, the disaster was over, after her husband gave his life.

Mithras, who was getting closer and closer to the ship, looked around the broken shield, trying to find her husband's body.

The heroes died, but the bodies could only be separated one by one, and could not be recovered from the interior of the ship.

Everyone knows and understands that the bodies of heroes are full of "hate screams".

A few seconds later, Mithra, who had passed through the gap in the shield, had to look back.

No, she didn't find her husband's body.

Mithra's face was not disappointed. She was used to it. She sighed:

"It's all gone out, it's all gone out."

In a sigh, the shuttle is led back to the interior of Nica.

Mithra mechanically left the shuttle, went through cumbersome inspection and pollution elimination procedures, reported the task to the surviving low-level brains, and then wore a looser uniform and walked to his room along the cold steel tunnel.

Leaving the tunnel, through some cabins, she entered the public area.

In the past, all public areas in "Nica" were very busy, but now these areas have been closed.

Only area 59 is left open for entertainment and leisure for all surviving nicarians.

But the fact is that entertainment has died out, and tens of thousands of survivors of the Nicaraguan civilization.

But including her, she needs to perform various tasks to maintain the continuity of Nica civilization.

All the people Mithras saw had the same expression on their faces, that is, numbness and despair, like a zombie and an emotionless puppet.

The spaceship broadcast is circulating some content.

The captain and other surviving high-level officials assured the people that the ship was being repaired, the food supply would not stop, and the disaster was completely over.

Mithra knows the "truth". The disaster is indeed over, but the Nica civilization may have been destroyed.

Hate scream twice in a row, which not only killed nearly 100 million nigans, but also destroyed almost all the systems inside the spacecraft. It can no longer maintain its normal operation.

As an explorer, she and her colleagues have never gained anything.

"It won't last long. This will be a cemetery for all of us."

"NiGa, it's a huge mechanical coffin."

"The only comfort, at least the family are still..."

Mithra walked slowly, her steps became heavier and heavier, and the whole person exuded a strong sense of death.

Until she approached her room, her breath changed.

She quickened her pace and forced a smile on her face.

She was already on the verge of collapse and wanted to follow her husband countless times, but she couldn't do so. She had a child with her husband.

The boy born in the disaster may also be the last "newborn" of the Nica.

Mithra knows that some nicarians who also know the truth are promoting the no child agreement. They don't want a new life to come, and then go to death with them. It's too cruel.

When she was about to see her room, Mitra suddenly felt a slight pain in her shoulder

She was hit, a very "strange" Nica.

His forehead has the unique characteristics of Nica antenna and black spots, but there is no numbness and despair on his face.

Seeing Mithras looking over, it was strange that the man smiled at him.

Mithra doesn't remember how long she hasn't seen such a bright smile, whether it's her own or other nicaragans.

Before she could respond with forced laughter, she heard the man say:

"Madam, the light will not go out. The light has always been in the depths of your heart and others."

"You should remember the promise with your husband and never, never give up hope."

With that, the man turned and ran to the depths of the channel, blinking and disappeared at the corner.

Mithras had no time to investigate, because she suddenly heard a "strange noise", which came from her room. In addition to the babbling voice of her child, it was mixed with a more exciting noise.

My child... The strange man... Mithra rushed to the room almost immediately.

"Hoo"

In the fierce panting, she saw her child, still lying in the crib, next to the baby rearing robot working normally.

To her surprise, her child's tender hands were holding a "toy" she had never seen before.

It was a warrior doll in a spacesuit, holding a red flag and looking into the distance.

The flag is pointing in a certain direction.

The doll's belly is playing majestic and exciting music.

At first, it only reverberated in the room, but soon, the song with unimaginable appeal began to spread to the whole ship with Mitra's room as the source.

Different from those who killed nearly 100 million nicarians, this song has the power to revive the nicarians and nicarian civilization.

"Go ahead, go ahead, follow me."

"Follow the direction of the flag, explore bravely, explore, explore."

"You will find sweet food, strong power and wisdom of life..."

Mithras, who was shocked by the song, seemed to live. She seemed to feel unimaginable changes taking place in her body.

The same changes take place in every nican.

Outside the spaceship, Stan duplacey, who had recovered his true face, looked at all this with a smile.

Not long ago, he was summoned by the Lord to leave the origin star and began to travel around the boundless mystery and give all kinds of strange toys.

This is a new job. He is not only a dream wizard, but also a very hard postman.

He has the same dream wizard who gets a new job. Well, there are no fewer.

The number of dream wizards, who have expanded to hundreds, have been dominated by their own families and distributed the work.

Although he is only a postman, Stan duplacey, who has been to many places, has unspeakable depression and compassion in the depths of his eyes.

He saw too much "despair" and "death".

Everywhere, yes, everywhere he has been.

Although the disaster is over, it still creates a large number of doomsday wasteland like worlds.

The creatures on these ruins rarely have happiness.

Most of them are still rebuilding the world and continuing civilization and race.

Stan duplacey's character is a little sensitive. He sees more pictures like that. He has suffered a lot of pollution.

But fortunately, he can get relief every time "delivery is over".

This scene is the best antidote.

"Well, next."

The voice fell. Stan, who was carrying a huge package behind him, saluted countless hero corpses in front of him with respect. Immediately, he flickered and disappeared in place with the help of some power.

……

When Stan duplacey went to the next postal address, strange laughter came from the library and the toy house.

"Yo ho ho, my subordinates work really hard. They must reward candy after it is over."

On the totem artifact whose shape has become a rocking chair, Mr. Tang Qi, the new owner of the toy house, smiled and talked, but saw that his phosphorescent tentacles ran out from below his waist, skillfully playing with a large number of strange toys.

He had to do this, otherwise these toys would never stop shouting "play with me", which was a strange request he had to agree to.

Tang Qijian will never admit that he just wants to play. He must have been forced.

Also forced, there is the new hobby of eating sugar.

In his arms lay a candy box containing all kinds of candy with colored sugar paper, all of which were toom's works.

Each one has a taste that is hard to forget.

Tentacles are playing with toys and eating candy, but there are light and shadow screens in front of them.

A large number of dream wizards appear in every screen. Some of them maintain their original image, while others put on some funny and lovely "doll clothes".

The common point is that behind the wizards, there is a huge package.

No accident, those packages are all toys made by toom.

Rather, it is the first batch of toys that need to find the owner.

Originally, Tang Qi intended to send it by himself, but not long ago, he said, there was an endless line in front of him, and he had to change his mind.

Fortunately, the number of his subordinates has been expanding.

Because it was to help the ancient god "toom" complete his duties, Tang Qi didn't bother the furnace wizards.

Of course, I'm mainly worried that the "melting pot" guy is too careful. What if he doesn't allow his subordinates to run errands for another God?

In addition to the collective dispatch of dream wizards, Tangqi also recruited more children.

The children with terrible talents in the witch school have grown up a lot.

They do not have the identity of dream wizards, but with the permission of Tangqi, they can use the dream channel to shuttle through all the world.

For this "job", the children were excited and set out with a package bigger than themselves.

Originally, Tangqi also wanted to let "night beast" and "goblin" join in, but the growth of these two little guys entered a critical period again.

They are becoming the "kings" of their respective ethnic groups. This process can not be easily interrupted. Fortunately, there is no shortage of two labor forces.

Hundreds of dream wizards, plus a group of gifted children.

These postmen are enough.

After sending the postmen out, the reason why Tangqi still didn't return to the library was that he was waiting for help.

"Toom's toys and candy are strange things with extraordinary power. As an ancient god in charge of 'creation' and 'destiny', toom may also foresee the disaster after the light goes out."

"Most of the first gifts he made to be mailed will bring hope to those poor creatures in response to disaster, such as the flag soldier Stan gave to the baby."

"But toom's power should not cover all the doomsday world. The postmen may have some trouble?"

Tang Qi in the rocking chair just had this idea in his heart.

Immediately, a change appeared on a screen in front of him.

Amid the phosphorescent waves, he heard some confused voices of prayer.

Tang Qi immediately looked at the world, but at the first glance, his expression stagnated for a moment.

dark!

A country without any "light" broke into Tang Qi's eyes.

Almost all life on this planet has died.

No matter plants or animals, even some tenacious micro-organisms, have disappeared.

In addition to desolation, there are other sights on the earth:

There are countless "statues" standing in the dark and cold. They all maintain a posture, holding something in their hands and solidifying on the earth.

Their faces were brave and looked straight ahead.

Their dead bodies are still standing straight and continuous, like guards who never give up in the dark.

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