Chapter 1183 Wishes

When all the hustle and bustle fell into silence, the deepest part of the Existence Courtyard was still as busy as ever.

In other words, now is when they are busiest and most nervous.

For the sake of the mountain, the efforts fell short.

No matter what, we can't make a mistake at the very end.

Otherwise, there is no need for the Survival Institute to deal with it, and the major genealogies that have sacrificed many members in vain can tear them alive.

"Notification from the underlying structure - after being dismantled, the fragments have entered the current orbit and will completely dissolve in two hours and sixteen minutes."

"Has law coordination begun?"

"Verifying for the last time."

"Where are the Ascended Ones?"

"They were all pulled out, just six and a half minutes ago."

"Check it one last time, don't leave important materials and results behind..."

Just outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, scholars in the huge space were nervously carrying out the final calculations and deductions under the huge screen.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yegor finally relaxed on the sofa.

limp.

I just feel sweaty.

The gamble that put the entire current situation's safety on it finally came to an end.

And just under the big screen, the technology from the Survival Institute is continuously extracting, freezing, and sealing the experimental results from all the fragments, and sending them to various departments in categories.

Who knows how much the Continuity Institute has gained from this gamble. Many experiments that cannot be attempted within the current situation have been secretly deduced and implemented in the fragments.

Among them, the most chilling thing was the two life-saving capsules that were quickly sealed after being transferred over.

The remains of two destructive elements were properly contained.

Seeing the two corpses go away, Yegor also breathed a sigh of relief: after all, the thing was only a few hundred meters away from him. If it was accidentally triggered, he wouldn't be able to run away.

Immediately afterwards, there were three crystal cubes containing three different flames: cyan, pure white, and red.

The three reflect each other and shine brightly.

Fainyin is almost merging into one.

The man in the turban took a deep breath, restrained his excitement, took it from the staff of the Survival Institute with an expressionless face, turned around and left in a hurry.

"The last vow of the Stone Curse Immortal, the divinity left behind by Mother Nanguo, and the fruit of the Brahma Lotus - maintenance, destruction and creation. The essence of the three systems has actually been truly integrated within the Gaia fragment."

Yegor stared at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "For hundreds of years, the long-cherished wish of the three lines of Tianzhu genealogy can finally be realized."

In this gambling game, many tragic sacrifices were all made by Tianzhu Lineage. He is not even willing to let others get involved, and rushes towards destruction as if he can't wait.

What is hidden behind it is this tragic wish that has been passed down for hundreds of years - the fusion of the three lines.

As the gods of Tianzhu passed away, what was left to Tianzhu's lineage was not only the inheritance, but also the curse of the broken source code.

For hundreds of years, the three systems of creation, maintenance and destruction have been fighting endlessly and cannot be integrated. Even the natural enemy Green Neck is unable to suppress it.

After all, even if the power of destruction is supreme, can the creation and maintenance systems be completely subdued by violence? Even if it is subdued and surrenders to the creation and maintenance of destruction, can it still maintain its essence?

There are many knowledgeable people among the three families who want to recast the three series, but how can it be so easy?

The essence of the split of Yuandian is that the three systems are too different from each other and are incompatible. The three completely different main axes are in conflict with each other, and the huge Tianzhu is almost torn apart.

Although it has a huge foundation, it is struggling on the edge of chaos. Even the number of solidifications within the genealogy remains high due to the lack of blessing from the source code.

The solidification of the heretic king in the past was a knife stabbing everyone in the heart, and it still hurts from time to time. Now that we can finally repair the cracks in the Purana, how can the three series dare to let go of this precious opportunity that will never come back?

It's just a sacrifice.

As long as you sacrifice...

Long before the gambling game began, Nanguanmu and Shishu had already been determined to die. If I can recast the foundation of Tianzhu with my own body, then why not?

"..."

Yegor was silent for a long time, closing his eyes tiredly.

"What's wrong?" the dean asked.

"No, just watching everyone sacrifice and fight, I suddenly felt that I was too despicable sitting here waiting for the results." Yegor laughed at himself: "It's too much, it's ugly."

"Sacrifice has never been your duty, Mr. Yegor. Your task is to safeguard the results obtained by this sacrifice. Compared with the shady conspiracy agency like the Survival Institute, you are already so good-"

The dean's words suddenly got stuck.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "I just received the news that Mr. Marcus passed away."

"..."

Yegor was sluggish.

"Russell refused a state funeral in Rome and took his body back to the Ivory Tower for burial." The dean said: "He was a member of the Utopia until the end."

Yegor closed his eyes, covered his face, and took a deep breath.

A long, silent sigh.

"Damn it." He said something dirty.

One of the only remaining pillars of the past era has withered away just like this.

It's within the plan that I approved of.

But what the fuck am I?

"Do we want to compensate the Heavenly Genealogy?" the dean asked.

"Forget it, Russell won't agree either."

Yegor shook his head sadly: "It is appropriate to be awarded posthumous honors, but for Mr. Marcus, the sacrifices he made for his current situation are probably natural. No matter how much material we give him, it is just an insult."

He thought for a moment and earnestly begged: "Please join me in expressing my condolences later."

"No need."

The dean shook his head, "I will also attend the funeral."

Yegor was stunned.

Unexpectedly, one day, he would abandon his mission, leave the survival hospital, and attend someone else's funeral.

He did not hesitate to temporarily put aside his responsibilities for this purpose.

"The Survival Institute is not an indifferent results machine, Mr. Yegor." The dean said, "Even a machine will have respect for real heroes."

Being despised by the rationalists of the Survival Institute, Yegor smiled helplessly and nodded: "I hope that one day I can meet Mr. Marcus again at the Fountain."

Perhaps, this is the final romantic destination of the Astronomical Society.

No matter whether they are the backbone members of the Utopia, the Administration, or the Survival Institute, they never thought that one day they would be able to die on the hospital bed.

More often than not, they disappear in obscurity, make impassioned sacrifices, or collapse in the passing of day after day... For them, the best ending is to return to the Sea of ​​Silver.

After passing through the suffering and darkness, everyone was able to meet again in the eternal sea of ​​human wisdom after returning to nothingness.

"That day will never come, Mr. Yegor."

The dean cruelly interrupted his thoughts, causing the smile to freeze on his face.

"There is still one observation report that I just received, but I haven't given it to you."

The figure in the chemical protective suit reached out and handed over two pages of paper: "Before, we had doubts during the return incident. The increase in the Silver Sea was not normal, and we had not received any feedback - —

It was not until Mr. Marcus passed away that our probe finally observed the results. "

He said:

"——All the souls of the Utopia have not returned to the Silver Sea."

In the long silence, Yegor lowered his head, hurriedly flipping through the report in his hand, constantly checking the data on it, hoping to find any loopholes.

But in the end, he found that... this argument was so impeccable that he despaired.

But if they didn't return to the Silver Sea, where would they go?

"The operation of the Silver Sea was once the responsibility of the Utopia. For us, it has always been a closed black box system. Even now, there are still many hidden underlying rules operating.

Maybe that has something to do with it.

After all, all souls that have passed the test of the heavenly lineage will be marked with a special mark and are not suitable for ordinary processes. For them, the Silver Sea may be just a transit point, and they may have another destination in the end. "

But if they don't go to the Silver Sea, where can they go?

Even if he violates the laws of the current situation and completely annihilates his soul and will, he still wants to go to this place——

"Heaven...?" Yegor asked softly.

"I'm afraid so."

The dean nodded.

It has already fallen into the kingdom of heaven in the core of the current situation.

The fourth project of the once utopian nation, a kingdom in heaven that will forever be farewell to hell.

Even though they have already fallen, there are still countless souls who continue to sacrifice themselves in order to complete this beautiful blueprint for the current situation.

Even if there is no hope anymore, there is still a last glimmer of possibility left for the successors.

"After all these years, you still haven't given up?"

Yegor shook his head sadly, put down the report in his hand, and stopped talking.

"Do you want to interfere?" the dean asked.

"Even if I don't say anything, you will still keep observing, right?"

Yegor said: "This is enough..."

It did not block this determination from the Utopia, nor did it interfere with the sacrifices that might affect the three major blockades.

"Even if you die, it will give you a headache. Should I say it is worthy of being an utopia?"

The Secretary-General of the Administration Bureau pinched his eyebrows and felt a headache. But thinking about the young man he had been paying attention to, his headache became even more severe.

"Where's Huai Shi?"

"Rescue is in progress." The dean said, "The power of God's Wedge is too huge, and his soul and body cannot bear it -"

"How is the situation?" Yegor became nervous.

"One piece of bad news, one piece of good news."

The dean thought for a moment and continued: "The good news is that his body and soul seem to have become accustomed to this messy situation. With a little surgery and some time, he can return to his original state."

"Where's the bad news?"

"You've seen it."

The dean said, "Huai poetry has the possibility of solidification."

Is it more than possible that it will solidify?

When the record of future events comes, how can the terrifying momentum that swallows the darkness of all worlds be described in just one sentence?

Directly covering, swallowing, and dissolving all the pollution of the Mother of Chaos into the endless darkness.

Even the ruler doesn't have such terrifying power...

Even if the nature of Tianwen Road is special and it is reasonable to have the authority to control the world, the terrifying scale and nature are still difficult to reassure people.

Just thinking of this made Yegor want to pull his hair out.

After feeling that his hair was running out, he wanted to pull Russell's head...

Have you gone too far in reorganizing your heavenly genealogy?

There is really no normal person!

Look at Huaishi, what a good child, what a good young man, young and promising, jealous of evil, down-to-earth, hard-working and simple... He was fine when he was in the command bureau, but why did he start to change after he arrived in your ivory tower? What's up? !

There must be something wrong with the feng shui of the Utopia!

However, it's a done deal... The childhood sweetheart I have longed for has run away with Huang Mao next door, leaving me alone to miss the good old days.

"How do you plan to explain it to the decision-making room?" the dean asked. "Some people already want to launch an inquiry, right?"

"Explain? Explain what?"

Yegor rolled his eyes: "Don't they know how evil the painting style of Heaven's Pedigree is? Besides, it is a natural enemy! What explanation do you need?

There is only the possibility of solidification, but are there still few people who have the possibility of solidification?

The American Quetzalcoatl, the Russian Pamir, and the Eastern Xia White Emperor all inexplicably changed from the White Emperor to the Black Bird a few days ago. Do you really want to check them one by one? Who is going?

Although...well, although this situation is indeed a bit exaggerated. But those who start to tremble in the present because of the uncertain future have no brains at all! "

Who is Huai Shi? Don’t those guys know?

The heir designated by Russell, the master of the next generation of the pedigree of the Kingdom of Heaven, the successor and returner of the Utopia, the sword of disaster...

Not counting the miscellaneous relationships between him that almost enveloped the entire situation, nor the sweet and sweet cooperation between him and Dong Xia.

If anyone dares to lay a finger on him in this situation, all the people with animalistic characteristics in the world will dare to overthrow the sky.

Besides, are there people who have no idea who he is and how he does things?

Don’t even have to go to hell.

Believe it or not, he was so anxious that he went directly to Canaan to take the top spot?

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Yegor shook his head: "It's hard to predict what the future will be like, but as long as there is a future, it will be fine."

Whether it's a good future or a bad future...it doesn't matter.

The dean nodded, "This does have the style of a governing bureau."

"Then what is the style of the Survival Institute?" Yegor asked.

“Be prepared and wait.”

"What are you waiting for? Huaishi or the future?"

"it's the same."

The dean ended the topic calmly.

In the silence, there was a distant sound.

A low echo like an iceberg collapsing.

On the huge screen, the scene of collapse of the probe from the boundary of the current world was constantly transmitted.

The fragments of Gaia are like stars, galloping around the orbit of the current world, whirling at terrifying high speeds, and countless rays of light spilling onto the world below from their progress.

In this man-made catalytic disintegration, the fragments are constantly collapsing. In the terrifying acceleration of the Rainbow Bridge, they are torn apart by the millstone of gravity, leaving only the most basic source matter and light, which are integrated into the reality.

Gradually dissipate.

When everything was drained away, even the fragments themselves were used without any waste. The dissociation was precise and cold, and no corner was left untouched.

"Lets see."

The dean said, "There's still time to take another look at it."

Just in the orbit of the current situation, cracks quickly appeared in the fragments, and after countless shells peeled off, the surging light in the core was gradually revealed.

Like spilled blood.

And in that broken world, in the layers of light, there are vague outlines faintly emerging. It looks like a shadow left by something, and it changes rapidly, making it difficult to see clearly.

But it can't last long, just like mist, it evaporates quickly. Only the last elegy spreads in the void formed by the depth.

In the end, it seemed as if I looked back at the world behind me again, and just like that, disappeared into the darkness.

Never again.

Killed again——

This is the end of this gamble.

"I never gave up until the end."

Yegor sighed, "Do you hate humans so much, Gaia?"

"It should be said, quite the opposite."

The dean said: "We have just read the remaining events inside the fragment - at the moment when He was killed, the distortion of the entire fragment briefly rose to the peak, just like the current situation back then - in other words, If he had resentment, then at that moment, more than 90% of the realm within the fragment, along with all the participants in the battle, should have evaporated along with him."

"He had the opportunity to drag us into hell with him, but He didn't."

The dean said: "Perhaps, until that time, He had some kind of 'compassion' towards mankind that we cannot understand——"

mercy?

Yegor couldn't help but shake his head.

If even 'death' becomes compassion...

He suddenly froze on the spot and turned around blankly.

I only saw the dean, still so calm.

"In the archives of the Survival Institute, there have been similar absurd inferences, but there is no actual evidence to support them. At best, they are just some wishful thinking during the research period."

The dean said: "Some people think that the old Gaia wants to kill humans not out of the madness of solidification and erosion, but out of the last... love."

When the ship is about to sink, when endless darkness is about to fall, when destruction is about to come, gently strangle the child in its infancy so that human beings can stay away from hell.

In order to prevent his beloved children from suffering in hell.

Escape from endings that are more terrifying than death...

Escape eternal pain.

"..." Yegor froze in place.

"Similar speculations were raised during the first generation of the Genesis Project, but they were eliminated before they even entered the meeting agenda. Because they were meaningless."

The dean said: "As far as the 'world' is concerned, there is no good, evil and morality. To use human morality to measure other existences is to deceive oneself and others.

Perhaps He was once kind, or perhaps He had some affection for us, as He does for all vegetation and living creatures. Maybe there is some possibility that we can live in peace.

But the results won't change.

He has never spoken words to us, and has never had a real consciousness and soul - in the face of unilateral destruction, from the beginning, we have no choice.

Therefore, what should be done must be done, even if the world falls apart.

"This sounds really full of the style of the Survival Institute." Yegor sighed softly.

"Because that's our job."

The dean replied: "In order to survive, all actions should not be an obstacle. In order to rule, all conditions must be utilized. For ideals, any price can be sacrificed.

The Astronomical Society has been such a monster from the beginning, because if we don't become monsters, we have no chance to compete with real monsters.

And the many sins and negative consequences caused by this are natural-"

He said: "We all exist with this original sin that will fall sooner or later."

Yegor was silent.

No words were spoken.

To a certain extent, the collapse of the Utopia can be said to be expected. No, it is the same whether it is the Utopia, the Administration, or the Continuity Council.

From the beginning, the pilot meeting was prepared.

The country that pursues ideals collapses and falls apart, the organization that unites all things deteriorates and decays, and the guards guarding the abyss become a link of the abyss...

When you have the entire world to protect, you have to prepare for the worst from the start.

These are all obstacles and difficulties that may arise, and they are not reasons not to do it.

The senior officials of the Utopia, the Administration, and the Survival Institute are all well aware of this.

“There are actually many similar hypotheses.

He may simply want to get rid of the burden of human beings, or he may have reached some kind of agreement with the abyss, or maybe he just wants to cleanse himself of this group of greedy parasites..."

As if comforting him in the Survival Institute's unique way, the dean finally said: "Although the result will not change, there may be thousands of so-called 'truths', and you can choose the one you like. "

Yegor laughed at himself: "I really prefer the more humane one."

The dean turned back and glanced at him as if from behind his protective goggles, "To put subjectivity over objectivity so intuitively, you really should have gone to Utopia in the first place."

"forget it."

Yegor smiled: "Ideal is too far away from me."

Perhaps, it was once very close——

But he didn't have the courage to walk into it, or in other words, he couldn't face the haze that would exist in the future.

Maybe everyone will look forward to the backs of the pioneers, but life will not only be meaningful if you take that path.

He has chosen his life-long mission, so why should he envy the ocean where other fish go?

Just like that, after drinking the new coffee, he put down the paper cup.

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, work waits for no one. If you keep skipping work like this, the work in the decision-making room will explode."

Yegor rubbed his eyebrows sadly: "I really want to take a vacation."

"Need help?" the dean said.

"Forget it." Yegor shuddered.

The help from the Survival Hospital is usually limited to surgeries, various surgeries... life extension, organ replacement, soul maintenance, it's scary to think about it.

"I have already planned it. Anyway, that's it. When will I die from overwork?" Yegor smiled proudly: "The progress is quite satisfactory now. When will I have a cerebral hemorrhage, I can take a vacation." .”

No, you'll be sent here, operated on, full set, fixed in three days, and then move on...

The dean seemed to want to say that.

But in the end, the gentleman's fantasy was not broken.

Who doesn’t have a sweet dream about vacation?

However, before leaving, Yegor, who picked up his briefcase, couldn't help but turn around and said, "I have one last question."

"you say."

"It's still Gaia..."

Yegor scratched his endangered hairline, full of doubts: "If He killed humans to avoid more tragic consequences... But in the end, why did He become merciful again?"

The dean glanced at him and explained calmly: "There are several hypotheses and speculations about this -"

"Don't!"

Yegor raised his hand to interrupt and gave up on asking: "Just say that I will like it."

"He gave up," the abbot replied.

"..." Yegor was slightly startled.

"He gave up his unrealistic ideas and chose to obey this persistence."

The dean looked at the projection of the current situation and said without looking back: "If you use human terms, it should be expectation."

If this is your choice...

So, let’s face that world.

To face the pain and storms ahead.

To face hell.

To continue everything you have...

He chose to give up.

This is the final gift from Gaia.

"Sounds great, doesn't it?"

Yegor gave his last smile: "As expected, I still prefer such a humane answer."

Just like that, he nodded goodbye, lowered his head, put on his hat, opened the door and left.

Go to your own battlefield again.

In the deserted observation room, only the silent dean remained. He quietly watched the projection from the telescope, watching the last fragment dissipate in the light.

Never looked away.

In the long and long silence, when the lingering sound of the elegy gradually dissipated.

A soft sigh sounded in the lonely darkness, as if there was an hallucination, so relieved.

My best wishes to you, my departed sons.

I wish you a bright future.

future.