The Day of Life and Death of the Universe. What a majestic and remote phrase. It could easily be written in a story, in a play, in a poem by a bard. When it appeared in the form of a legend or a heroic story, almost no one would think that it could really happen in the real world, in their own lifetime, in front of their own eyes.
Tannagost, Valley of the Sacred Spring, a new settlement. Spring of the third year of the New Calendar, dawn, windless.
Ulyanov held the weapon that he had just been issued a few days ago as he stood on the watchtower outside the settlement. His eyes slowly swept across the giant vines in the distant jungle. The cold night wind from the valley made his mind extremely clear.
The weapon in his hand was a long-range precision firearm that could fire magnetically accelerated crystal needles, and a close-range secondary weapon that could fire magnetic confinement plasma was hung on the weapon rack on his thigh. Both weapons were not products of the Zorm civilization but from the nearest supply depot of the droid factory. Ever since the settlement had become self-sufficient, the supply depot had not been activated for a long time. The last time they were activated was to distribute weapons and equipment to the local residents, which many had never thought of.
The Zorm civilization, which had just achieved food self-sufficiency, did not have the ability to produce modern weapons. So the equipment that could fight against the Madness Anomaly had to be provided by the supply depot.
But for the people of Zorm, who had experienced the doomsday of their homeworld, the virtual ark, and the interstellar migration, and now on a completely unfamiliar planet, it was a survival instinct for the people of Zorm to face challenges. The annihilation of the universe and the doomsday of the planet were not much different to them. If picking up a gun could give them a chance of survival, they would not hesitate to arm themselves. As for the source of the gun, it did not matter.
Moreover, Zorm, the First Born, was watching over the planet from the distant space. As the Second Born, of course, humans had nothing to fear.
Ulyanov moved his slightly numb fingers and rubbed the cold and hard body of the electromagnetic rifle in his hand. For the past three years, he had been active as an engineer at various development points, designing waterwheels, mills, and agricultural tools. However, the experience of holding a gun at the edge of the base was not unfamiliar to him. He could not help but recall the things he had experienced in the virtual world. He remembered the dream that was not cleared. As a member of the Grey Fox mercenary corps, he struggled to survive in a world destroyed by the Nanomachine Swarm …
He thought of the gray fox, the powerful female leader with a gray ponytail and a pair of cold eyes. Where was she now? Were they preparing to face the ultimate challenge of this universe on another battlefield together with those powerful aliens?
A series of footsteps came from behind. Ulyanov turned around and saw an unusually tall figure coming to the watchtower. It was Carl, who was also a member of the Gray Fox in the Dream World.
After being reborn in the real world, Karl became a farmer and was sent to this new settlement to take care of the large farmland on the west side of the settlement. But when the goddess delivered the edict and the provisional government summoned the combatants, Karl stood up and volunteered to be one of the sentries.
Perhaps thanks to the out-of-control Dream World, many people had experienced countless strange lives in the Dream World and were instilled with a lot of useful and useless knowledge. Although they had to go through a long and painful process of 'sorting out' their consciousness after 'waking up', it also gave the people of Zorm countless excellent combatants.
With the near-perfect new limbs born from the lifeblood and the spirit tempered in the Dream World, almost every person of Zorm could fight with a weapon.
"It's not time to change shifts yet," Ulyanov looked at the big man and said.
Karl's voice was a little muffled. "I couldn't sleep, so I came up to take a look."
While speaking, the burly man, who was usually quiet, raised his head and looked up at the starry sky above his head in a daze.
Looking up from the Valley of the Sacred Spring, it was easy to find the most striking 'celestial body' among the stars. It was a crystal moon, a super-large integrated orbital station called CARS.
The lower half of the 'moon' had a bright red spot, which was the eyes of Zorm, the First Born, staring at the planet.
The First Born, who once lived in symbiosis with the mother planet and accompanied humans day and night, lost its body in the doomsday that fell into the sun, but the foreigners created a new consciousness carrier for it and allowed it to merge with CARS. In the past few years, it was he who remotely controlled the hundreds of lifeblood 'sacred spring' on Tannagost and sent the souls of the people of Zorm back to the real world.
Ulyanov also looked up at the sky. He saw a large number of moving light spots around CARS. Each light spot was a small space entity: some were battleships, some were space fortresses. He could not help but say, "This planet is an important stronghold for the observers. CARS is surrounded by a large number of armed satellites, it should be safer than other planets."
"The goddess said that the enemy may bypass the defense line in space and directly attack the mortal world on the ground," Karl said, pointing to his head. "From here, we are the biggest loophole."
Ulyanov shrugged. "Who cares. Anyway, the goddess also said that those who can infiltrate the mortal world are the lowest minions. As long as we have a good gun, we can still make a hole in them."
At that moment, a pale golden glow suddenly swept across the sky and quickly flew in the direction of the development point.
Ulyanov subconsciously raised the muzzle of the electromagnetic rifle, but then put it down again. Karl nodded. "It's them."
The golden light arrived like a meteor in the blink of an eye, and arrived in front of the watchtower in a matter of seconds. It was only after the light hovered that its true appearance could be seen. It was actually three einherjar warriors, and their golden armor was glowing with magical radiance as if they had wings of light molded on them.
It was as if they had stepped out of a fairy tale.
These light-cast foreign soldiers were the reinforcements sent by the observers. Frankly speaking, Ulyanov was shocked when he first saw the empty armor. Although the Zorm civilization had faith in the goddess since ancient times and had supernatural knowledge of divine arts, magic, especially necromancy, was still quite different from their worldview. Using souls to drive a pair of empty armor had always been a classic horror in the traditional literature of Zorm. It took Ulyanov a long time before he could calmly face the empty armor with the excuse that it was actually a robot from another technological tree.
Compared to these scary undead creations, the Valkyrie was much more amiable. Although it was said that the Valkyrie was actually some kind of undead, at least she looked beautiful …
The three einherjar warriors circled around the watchtower and then landed in the temporary camp next to the development point. Ulyanov retracted his attention and nodded to Karl, indicating that he was going back to rest. He then walked to the ladder next to the watchtower.
Just as he stepped on the ladder, he suddenly felt dizzy, and a strange and mysterious image appeared in his mind.
He saw the stars in the universe extinguished one by one, and countless stars grew writhing tentacles and eyes. A massive and blasphemous dark structure stretched across the nebula, slowly tearing the entire world apart. A wriggling inexplicable substance looked down on everything from above, and in between all of this, he was alone, entangled by endless horrifying illusions.
The horrifying images in his mind only appeared for a moment before vanishing. Ulyanov felt his body trembling, and he could not help but stagger a few steps. But his mental fortitude as a mercenary in the Dream World immediately adjusted himself. He quickly regained his balance and scanned his surroundings. In his field of vision, the metal guardrail of the watchtower suddenly had countless spots of various sizes, and the rifle in his hand also had a disgusting texture like a piece of rotten meat. But the satellites in the sky suddenly flashed, and his vision returned to normal.
He looked up at Karl's direction, and the big man was also looking at him. The fear in his eyes had just faded, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"It's time," they said in unison.
A piercing alarm rang across the development camp in the Valley of the Sacred Spring.
It rang across the entire Tannagost.
It rang across Holletta, Io, the home planet of the Executors, Collow, and every ecosystem planet.
All of the protective walls of the Overwatch Bastion were filled with blue-white radiance, and the massive variable mechanism slowly opened up, revealing the hidden cannons and missile launchers below. A torrential rain of light beams shot out from every defensive facility of the Overwatch Bastion, and in between the rain of light beams, there were countless blinking dots of light. Those were the flashes of warp missiles entering hyperspace after a brief acceleration in space.
The cannons roared soundlessly in space, and in front of the Overwatch Bastion's defensive perimeter, the layer of darkness no longer existed.
The indescribable chaotic space tore the visual barrier apart, and countless wriggling black smoke, distorted frames that did not conform to three-dimensional perspective, and crooked and trembling celestial bodies rushed out like crazy abstract graffiti, occupying the entire region and overlooking the entire battlefield.
Pong friends, check the SAN value.
"Visual barrier activated! Observable target entity! "
"All weapons online, protective walls enter combat mode, Annihilation Lance charging!"
"Detected minions, the numbers … are huge!"
"The droid swarm has been released, sector S3 and S4 are under heavy attack!"
"The third fleet of the Guardian Legion has arrived at sector S4 …"
The command center seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and it was instantly bustling with activity. Rheia narrowed her eyes in front of the constantly filling and deranged vision of the universe.
"It's time to say goodbye, my old foe …"
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