Although Tie Xiong had many rebellious thoughts about Wanzanghai, this haggard old man was the leader of the civilization of mankind for a hundred years after all. He was a 'god' that countless people believed in, cursed, and had no choice but to believe in. Tie Xiong calmed himself down and reported the riot that had happened in the fleet in the past few days to the old man dutifully.
It had been found out that the riot was a premeditated action of the Regression Faction.
With the destruction of Earth, the Coalition Fleet of New Earth was getting further and further away from home. The old order had long been gone, especially after the repeated massacres and purges.
The tens of millions of people who were lucky enough to survive and the dark and cold universe were only separated by a cold iron wall. In such a claustrophobic, high-pressure, and desperate environment, it only took one second for humans to turn into beasts, and beasts to turn into demons.
During the hundred years of escape, all kinds of voices against Wanzanghai had never subsided. Small-scale riots and strikes had occurred from time to time, but they were all minor problems that did not have much impact on the mission of the Coalition Fleet because all the voices of opposition could not solve one problem. "If we don't listen to Wanzanghai's order and continue forward to the source of the meteorites, where should we go to the other side of the universe?"
If the problem was not solved, riots would always be riots. They were just complaints that vented their dissatisfaction when they were too tired and in too much pain.
However, the Regression Faction was different.
The Regression Faction was an extremely dangerous ideology that had only emerged in the Coalition Fleet in recent years. It had just been born, but it had already demonstrated a powerful bewitching and destructive power.
Just like the name of the faction, the Regression Faction claimed that after a hundred years of self-purification and self-repair, Earth had broken free from the destructive solar storm and recovered a certain degree of vitality. At the very least, compared to repairing Earth, the hope of finding a new home at the end of the universe was even slimmer. Therefore, the Coalition Fleet should not continue to advance into the unknown darkness but should turn around and return to Earth.
"The difficulty of space travel is far beyond our expectations. It will take us at least tens of thousands of years to reach our destination. The food circulation system and the hibernation system cannot support such a long journey. We are destined to be broken halfway and annihilated in the ultimate darkness!"
"Turn back. The sea of bitterness is boundless. Turn back and you will be saved!"
"It's not too late to change our course now. We have already explored the way back clearly. We will not run into any more difficulties and obstacles. We will definitely be able to return."
"Born on Earth, die on Earth!"
"Return to Earth and rebuild our most beautiful home. Among the vast stars and endless universe, only Earth is our only paradise!"
The Regression Faction spread such remarks in secret, corroding the body of the Earth Coalition Fleet like venom and slowly wearing away the last trace of trust people had for Wanzanghai.
Different from the grumbling and meaningless venting in the past, the ideology of the Regression Sect was not only attractive but also highly feasible. After multiple major setbacks and heavy losses in the fleet, the blue planet in the past became a paradise that countless people dreamed about again. The Regression Sect grew stronger and stronger day by day. Right now, they were able to connect dozens of starships and launch a large-scale protest for half a month. They finally became a major problem for the coalition fleet.
"My commander!"
Although Wanzanghai was not the nominal supreme commander of the New Earth Coalition Fleet, all his trusted subordinates called him that, and Tie Xiong was no exception. "The Regression Sect has already grown stronger. If we continue to retreat and compromise like this, it will only make the fire of destruction burn more and more fiercely. It's time … to make a prompt decision!
"There's still a long way ahead. The arduous march may last for many years. A sloppy immigrant fleet is destined to fail to reach the destination. Only a tough army that is as tough as iron and follows every order can!"
Tie Xiong's heart was beating like a drum. He told the whole set of plans that he had been pondering for a long time.
No matter what the old man's reaction was, it was all within his expectations.
However, after the old man heard it, he did not respond at all like a piece of rotten wood.
Tie Xiong gathered his courage and approached, only to hear Wanzanghai say in a very soft voice, "I understand. You may leave now."
Tie Xiong was slightly dazed. Rolling his eyes, he did not intend to ask further. He bowed deeply to his' commander 'and left the room.
The lights in the room immediately dimmed. In the dim and subtle atmosphere, it was not until a long time later that the old man's feeble breathing could be heard.
Different from what Tie Xiong thought, Wanzanghai's inaction was not a trick but because he really did not care about anything that happened to the exile fleet anymore.
As his brain gradually dried up, and his vitality drained away bit by bit, especially after the destruction of Earth and the massacre outside the solar system, Wanzanghai's external world gradually collapsed. Like all the old men, he was more and more addicted to the painful memories, the regrets of the past, and the people and the things that happened when he was young and even when he was a child.
He gradually had auditory and visual hallucinations. He often regarded the starship that he was on as the rusty internal organs of an iron behemoth. The zigzagging, dark pathways were exactly like the digestive tract of the behemoth, and he was suffering the most painful torment inside the behemoth's stomach.
It was very difficult for him to enter the state of hibernation again. Even the most effective hibernation potion could not stop the clusters of flames, puddles of blood, and ghosts from appearing in his dreams.
Those ghosts included the rich and powerful who had died tragically at his hands during the massacre in the outer solar system, as well as the many ordinary people who had been abandoned by him when he left Earth. Whether it was the rich, powerful, or ordinary people, they all looked the same when they turned into ghosts. Their faces were distorted, their faces were pale, and they stared straight at him. Their eyes were filled with indescribable surprise, sorrow, and despair.
They didn't need to shout or reach out their hands. Just by looking at him with such desperate eyes, he couldn't take it anymore and was on the verge of collapse.
"Ahhhhh, retribution, retribution, this is our retribution!"
Sometimes, the old man would wake up from the nightmare and wave his skinny arms, struggling like a drowning person, trying to break free from the omnipresent fear and despair.
"We can't escape. We can't escape. Hehehehe. Nobody can escape from Earth. Nobody!"
Sometimes, he would spend half a day staring at the stern of the starship, as if his eyes could pierce through the walls, cabins, and pathways, through the dark stars, back to Earth, and see the devastation of Earth after the catastrophe.
Protests, riots, and the Returnees, were they important? Not at all. Even if there were no Returnees, there would be all kinds of strange theories that would expose the ugliest side of human nature and kill the hope of survival.
Even if they could survive and reach their destination after all the difficulties and dangers, would they still be human beings by then?
He didn't know. He really didn't know.
When he was a teenager, he had made up his mind to go to the end of the universe to look for hope.
However, it was not until the end of his life that he realized what the will of human beings was in front of the vastness of the sea of stars and the gory price that he had to pay to resist the sea of stars and go against the will of nature.
He failed in the end.
He reached the end of his life in the end.
There was no hope for him to find a way to reverse time after all, even though he had lost his humanity and turned himself into a deformed demon at all costs!
The happy and the sad, the righteous and the evil, the trust and the betrayal, the fall and the rise, the humanity and the bestiality, the angels and the demons — in the scale of the universe, they were all jokes. Jokes as dusty as dust.
Was this the end?
Wanzanghai asked himself.
Then, he heard the gloomy sobbing. The pain of surviving the disaster and the joy of reunion were mixed together. The voice that was as crisp and pleasant as a lark shouted, "Brother?
Wanzanghai's eyes suddenly widened. The bulging veins and the black age spots on his face faded a lot. He seemed to have regained the exuberant vitality of the past. He could not believe his ears until the voice came again. "Brother, I've finally found you!"
It was his sister's voice.
Wanzanghai was in a trance. He seemed to see a cluster of translucent brilliance crouching in the corner of the wall, which vaguely condensed into the shape of a human. Like the ghost in the legends, it turned into the appearance of a little girl in ragged clothes. She was fair and cute, but it was a pity that her legs were so thin that they could not support the weight of the body at all. She could only crouch there all day and look at him pitifully while blinking her big, watery eyes.
Wanzanghai felt that he was in a nightmare and could not control himself.
Dirty tears burst out of his eyes and almost burned his eyes, making him unable to see anything around him except for his sister who had been separated from him for a hundred years.
"Bai Linger, is that you, Bai Linger?"
Breathing heavily, Wanzanghai rolled off the bed and crawled to the ghost in the corner on all fours. He extended his hands and asked, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for more than a hundred years, but I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you at all, Bai Linger! "
"I couldn't find you either, brother. At first, I couldn't find you. Later, I didn't dare to look for you because I was afraid that I would destroy you."
The ghost who looked like a little girl also had two zigzagging tears on her face. "At that time, everyone and I stayed in the village and waited for you and my brother to come back with food and medicine. We waited for a long time, but you didn't come back. So I took the risk and went out to take a look. Tombstone Town was destroyed, and all the towns around it were destroyed. Later, the big gangs in the Blazing Blood Wasteland, such as the White Star Gang, the Vulture Gang, and the Poison Scorpion Gang, were all destroyed. The entire Blazing Blood Wasteland lost its order, and many bad people ran around. Our village was also destroyed, and most of the people died. Because of my 'ability', I was sold here and there like goods.
I didn't know where I was, and I didn't know where I was. "Later, my 'ability' grew stronger and stronger. Many people gathered around me and called me 'Goddess'. I gradually found out where my brother was. But at that time, you were already Wanzanghai, a big shot with a bright future, a shining star of tomorrow. I couldn't disturb you and let those bad people discover your true identity. I know that you must have suffered a lot to reach where you are today, and I can't destroy you.
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