Chapter 1033 Bathing in Starlight

The time and space that had been stagnant for 1.87 million years gradually disintegrated.

The wheel of history began to turn again, everything that had been stagnant broke free, the frozen sea water surged again, and the stronger and stronger wind poured into the vortex from all directions, and the "spherical shell" covering this space was silent. The ground shattered and fell with the downpour, and a low roar from far away Tal Lond seemed to contain endless madness and chaos.

The sky collapsed as if toppling, and the huge cloud wall, cyclone, and the countless tons of sea water entrapped in the cyclone that formed the eternal storm turned into a terrifying sea storm. Everything seemed to come to an end, and in this apocalyptic scene, the huge ancient spaceship continued to rise slowly against the wind.

This is a starship that combines part of the technology of the sailor. It is a miracle created by the powerful and unparalleled dragon civilization more than a million years ago. This miracle is many years late, but today, it finally set off .

"The storm has caused a lot of disturbance, and the attitude correction engine is automatically adjusting the inclination of the spacecraft," Balogel said quickly while monitoring the data on the panel in front of the chief mechanic, "but its effect is limited. , the 'Tal Lund' has begun to deviate from the intended trajectory."

"As long as you can lift off, you can continue to accelerate and continue to climb... You don't need to care about the destination and the specific route, and don't care about the return flight. Lift-off is a success..." Heragor in front of the captain's seat said softly, "Yes. Do it?"

"Of course there's no problem," Balogel thought for a moment, then nodded confidently, "but the following shaking will always be strong, I'm afraid I can't eliminate all the vibrations and offsets..."

Navigator Andal laughed: "This shaking is nothing - it's incredible that we can make this big guy fly, after all, this thing was not designed to be controlled by three people at the beginning."

While talking, the old giant dragon turned his head and glanced at the empty control hall behind him. There were more than a dozen empty seats lined up in this huge space, and the projection curtain in front of each seat was flashing. A name long lost in history, those compatriots who were supposed to set sail with this ship... Before they set off, they fell permanently.

Hragol noticed Andar's gaze, he followed the other's gaze and swept across the control hall. After a while, he broke the silence: "Let's go up and take a look for them."

"Of course, we will," Balogel said in a low voice, "but...it's probably not that easy to do."

Almost at the same time as Balogel's voice fell, a violent shaking suddenly spread throughout the entire spaceship, mixed with countless chaotic loud noises that were like roars and thunder.

An indescribable mental pressure passed through the far space distance, penetrated layer after layer of shields and alloys, and rushed into the control hall like a storm.

In the hall, Hragol, Andar, and Balogel instantly felt the terrible power that almost directly acts on the soul. Their senses were filled with countless babbling sounds, and the knowledge from the gods impacted their mental defenses. In their shaky vision, they saw visions, saw the spaceship rushing straight into a fiery abyss of hell, saw countless gloomy breaches covering the sky, saw all kinds of huge things scrambled to drive mortals crazy Extending long limbs, trying to drag and destroy the ship trying to leave the planet...

The gods followed.

However, in the next second, these terrifying things suddenly disappeared, and the three of Horagol returned to the icy and safe real world again. They gasped until Andar was the first to break the silence: "Omega is fighting for time."

"We can only fight for the last time," Horagol said with a bad face, "I can feel... the gods have left Tallond, and he is approaching here. Next time, what we have to face is His body."

Balogel glanced down at the instrument data, and spoke quickly: "The altitude is not enough, we haven't rushed out yet - hold on tight, I'm going to lift all engine restrictions."

After a while, a continuous vibration entered the hall, and an even more unbearable sense of acceleration and dizziness surged up. The huge ancient spaceship had crossed the boundary of the cloud wall of the former eternal storm, and it rose into the blue sky. He began to slowly adjust the angle and entered the follow-up route at an inclination, and almost at the same moment, a frantic and chaotic roar could be faintly heard in Heragor's mind.

Andal on the side apparently heard the same "voice", he shook his head with a wry smile: "It seems that we are not too angry with him..."

"Of course," Herragol struggled to resist the pressure from the soul level - although the bridge between man and god has been cut off, the power of "gods" has been weakened below the critical point by Omega, but after recovering his own will , this spiritual power from the gods still made him feel like he would fall into collapse and madness at any time, he gritted his teeth, although he couldn't see his own expression, he was sure that he must be looking grim at the moment, "After all... What he did was the ultimate 'disobedience'..."

Andal raised his sight forcefully and looked at the distant blue sky displayed on the projection curtain. In the tidal wave of spiritual pollution, he gradually revealed a smile——

The ultimate "disobedience"...

It is not a violation of doctrine, nor is it a denial of belief, or even the murder of gods—for gods who were born in the mortal thoughts and operate according to the rules, these acts of disobedience are actually far from the ultimate "disobedience".

The ultimate disobedience occurs only when mortals overcome their most primitive shackles and taboos, break free from their original cradle and swaddle, and take the step of true "adulthood".

The ultimate "disobedience" is to step into the starry sky.

This represents an earth-shaking change in the mortal race's cognition of the whole world, and represents that a young child who grew up in the cradle has truly moved out of the cradle. It has an unparalleled symbolic meaning, and it deserves the applause of the whole world - but Exceeded the tolerance limit of all gods.

Because no matter which god, all the "intelligence" that they were born and survived was built on this planet - this point, even Andar took many, many years to figure out.

Heragor felt that his thinking gradually calmed down, and his brain, which seemed to be boiling before, gradually recovered his calmness. He exhaled lightly and placed his hand on the top of a panel on the left front of the seat.

Andal raised his eyes and looked at the outer sky presented by the projection curtain—the sky was tilted, and the edge showed a wide-angle arc, and he saw the sun shining from the side and rear of the curtain, plated on all the clouds. A layer of faint golden light, and at the edge of the golden light, he could already see the curved and uplifted earth, and the faint starlight at the end of the zenith.

The vibration of the spacecraft weakened a little, the image displayed by the projection curtain became dim, the magnificent and brilliant starry sky emerged little by little from the background of the sky, and the whole world seemed to become quiet, only when various instruments and equipment were running. A low hum sounded from all around.

All this lasted for just a few seconds, and then an unprecedented tremor spread throughout the entire ship. Along with the tremor, there was a loud noise from a cabin in the distance.

In an instant, the lights in the entire control hall dimmed, and then all the alarm systems sounded harsh and sharp sirens, the orange lamps of the emergency state flashed at each passage, and the shipboard system madly broadcasted each cabin section. The details of the damage, Hragol felt his entire body leaning over, and the scene on the curtain in front of him began to roll, and the next second, he heard Balogor's shout: "The second engine Get out of the hull! The antenna cabin is completely destroyed! The dimensional material cabin is completely destroyed! The No. 1 reactor is completely destroyed... He is catching up!!"

Andal grabbed the seat with all his might, maintaining his balance while rolling. He looked at the projection curtain in front of him. The curtain showed the scene outside the spaceship, which was an extremely terrifying scene:

He saw a long gap in the sky outside the spaceship. The gap was filled with crazy and cold eyes, and a terrifyingly twisted dragon figure made of countless disorganized limbs was clinging to the outer shell of the spaceship's tail. , is destroying the brainchild created by this dragon family——

Part of the engine of the spaceship was completely destroyed. The broken and twisted steel was spinning and falling into the thick atmosphere below. Several huge holes were broken on the side of the hull. The thick shield and tough alloy shell were like paper paste. It was easily torn apart, and a large amount of equipment, gas, and liquid spewed out of the hole like broken internal organs, mixed with scorching smoke and rushed into space, and after causing such a huge amount of damage, the disordered dragon still did not stop. Signs, He is still constantly demolishing the structure of the spaceship, and at the same time constantly climbing up the hull, crawling in the direction of the core cabin!

"Stabilize—we still have three engines!" Heragor shouted, bringing Balogor's attention back to the present. "Keep raising the altitude, and we are about to succeed!"

"He will tear down the entire ship before that!" Balogar shouted as he tried his best to control the equipment, "Don't we have any weapons to fight back?!"

"Going to the starry sky is the biggest counterattack--" Hragol stood up, he grabbed the back of the seat hard, and his fingers even sank deep into the alloy cast plate, "Look, he is already very weak! "

Andal stared at the scene coming from outside the spaceship. After overcoming the initial nervousness and confusion, he suddenly realized one thing - that climbed on the "Tallonde" shell, showing a terrifying appearance. The dragon of disordered posture is actually about the same size as this spaceship!

Not long ago, He was as huge as a city, floating in the sky above Tal Lund, but now... He is greatly weakened again!

Balogel also noticed this scene, he began to think of a way to restore the spaceship's attitude, and tried his best to adjust the balance of the remaining engines - the automatic system had been completely destroyed, and he could only manually fight against the damage caused by the dragon of confusion and Shaking, and his efforts finally paid off: little by little, despite the crumbling of the ship, despite the frantic alarms of all the systems, the ship was still climbing towards the stars!

Starlight began to shine on the outer shell of the ship, the gravitational force from the earth was fading, Herragol felt that his body was getting lighter, and in the projection curtain in front of him, the chaotic figure that was climbing on the outer shell of the ship. The dragon became a little smaller, and now he is almost one-third the size of the entire ship.

Herragol was not surprised by all this:

Although there are only three dragons on this ship, as long as there are three of them standing on this ship, as long as they are marching towards the starry sky, this "adult" ceremony is going on.

For gods born in "symbolism," the symbolic process affects them as absolute as the truth of the universe.

Therefore, the last step of disobedience must be done by mortals themselves - Omega can't do it, aliens can't do it, and no one can do it.

There was another explosion from the tail of the spaceship, and the piercing alarm sound became more and more shrill and annoying. In the continuous shaking and shaking, Heragor did not hesitate to order: "Throw away all return structures and escapes. pod, get all the power into the main engine - I just want it to last three more minutes."

"I'm here! It can last for thirty minutes!" Balogor shouted, resolutely carrying out Herragol's orders, "all eyes open - we spent more than a million years, etc. This is the moment!"

A strong thrust acted on the spacecraft again, and the already exhausted "Tallonde" suddenly glowed with the last shreds of life, and it began to climb, climb again - a bright wake extending behind it, The thick and white atmosphere turned into the distant back behind it, it threw debris, dragged flames and smoke, and plunged into the starry sky like a fallen dancer, the twisted "gods" still clinging to its shell , devoured the protection of the core cabin crazily, and his size shrank a little, and then shrank a little... until he was thrown into the vast space.

The mortals left their cradles, and the gods were left on the last frontier on the edge of the planet.

Hragol felt his body float, and the last trace of restraint from the earth dissipated quietly. The distant starlight was shining on the outer shell of the Tallond, and the starlight was transmitted to the control hall through the monitor, which was magnificent.

In the background of the deep starry sky, some huge structures that were originally hidden by ancient technology were gradually fading away as the "Tallonde" approached, revealing their true colors.

He looked at Balogel: "Mechanic, open the dome and filter, and let's go into visual observation."

"Yes, Captain."

On the tattered shell of the core cabin, a protective panel quietly opened, and the blackout curtain slowly opened. Hragol controlled the flow of magic power, allowing himself to float slowly to the window made of high-strength polymer, looking out over the window. The vast space outside.

In the vast space, the ancient satellite system runs silently, and the long-abandoned space station still floats quietly in orbit.

They seem to have been waiting here for countless years, waiting for the dragons who were left on the planet to come here.

"We're catching up..." Heragor couldn't help but said softly.

"It's only temporarily caught up," Andar's voice came in a low voice behind Heragor, "The compatriots who stayed on the surface of the planet... can't build a second Tallonde."

"But it will always be built...even from scratch."

Heragor said in a low voice, and then withdrew his gaze from the distant abandoned satellites and the space station, but before returning to his seat, he suddenly felt a move in his heart.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the other side of the curved polymer dome. The next second, he saw something floating in space, and his breathing and heartbeat stopped instantly.

It was a ferocious and twisted wreckage, a dragon of confusion that had been shrunk many times—all the characteristics of the former gods still remained on his chaotic body, but at this moment, they looked so... Small.

There is still remnants of radiance swimming among the wreckage, and as a god, he is not quite "dead", but he is just floating there silently, motionless at the moment.

Heragor's tense face slowly relaxed again, and he silently watched the wreckage floating in the universe, watching the light in its depths fade away.

A vague, indistinguishable voice from reality or fantasy suddenly sounded deep in his consciousness: "From now on...you have to go by yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

"The outside world is dangerous, protect yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

"Don't forget to look back every now and then..."

"Yes, my lord."

"..."

"Yes, my lord."

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