Explosions rumbled, and the earth shook.
The entire Crapple Research Station was almost the size of a small planet, but under the collective bombardment of hundreds of 'treacherous children' warships, the massive space structure still shook horribly. Every section of the space station reverberated with terrifying explosions, the huge and sturdy crystal dome and prisms made a jarring sound in the tremor, all kinds of energy-filled crystals exploded under the overload, and the corridor was filled with a pungent odor, as well as the mist-like arcane energy. The prisoner, who had just regained his freedom, followed behind a small team of combat elites towards the nearest exit, and beside him was the mysterious officer who suddenly appeared.
Along the way, the small team experienced an unimaginably difficult battle, and what stopped them was not Hao Ren and his team, but the automatically activated alert units in the space station: there were arcane guards that looked like glowing gels, autonomous robots that waved countless metal tentacles, and sentry turrets that suddenly appeared from the walls and roofs. These messy things had unimaginable combat power, and the elite combat soldiers paid a heavy price in dealing with these seemingly unmanned units. When they finally reached the ejection channel, and could vaguely see the universe outside, the team was left with less than a third of them.
"Damn it … what the hell are these things …" The officer with the scepter covered his arm and cursed. "Since when did this strange force appear in this universe …"
"I'm afraid they are from another world," the prisoner recalled the strange power of Hao Ren and his team, and hurriedly reminded, "I heard them talking about traveling through the universe. Be careful, they will capture me at all costs."
"Let's get out of here alive first," the officer muttered, and led the rest of them towards the exit.
At that moment, they suddenly felt a special tremor in the corridor.
The walls on both sides of the corridor and the ceiling above began to deform at the same time, and then slowly closed.
"They are going to seal off this place!" The officer shouted. "Everyone, hurry! Get out of here immediately! "
Even the "treacherous children" race that saw themselves as gods had the instinct to avoid death. Under the pressure of impending disaster, every one of them burst forth with shocking speed. The prisoner himself did not expect that he could still retain such good stamina after such a long period of imprisonment and mental torture. He rose into the air and used all his strength to fly forward. All he could hear was the whistling of the wind. The walls and ceiling of the corridor that were constantly pressing against him quickly moved backward in his vision, turning into a series of blurry phantoms. A few beams of light flew from behind him, and he heard the screams of his companions before they died. It might be those strange robots with tentacles that chased him here, but he did not look back. What was the use of turning back? They could only let everyone die here.
Therefore, he desperately flew forward. The last ten meters, the last five meters, the last meter. In the next instant, he escaped.
He passed through a thin film of light, which should be the inner and outer filtering barrier of the space station. After entering the vacuum of space, he let out a long sigh of relief, and the voice of the officer that saved him from the cage rang in his mind. "Looks like only the two of us survived."
The man who had just regained his freedom looked back at the space station that had imprisoned him, and looked for a place to escape. He saw a gate that had just closed, and some pale golden blood was spurting out from the gap of the gate, forming a condensed mist in space.
And far behind him, the huge golden battleship was still bombarding the seemingly indestructible pale blue energy shield of the space station.
A small shuttle was flying in from the direction of the fleet. The shuttle had a weird shape like a curved lobster. The officer touched the prisoner's arm. "Let's leave here first. I'll explain the situation to you when we get on the ship."
The prisoner nodded, but when he saw the shuttle, he could not help but have a question. "Hmm? A Planetary Assault Fighter? Why are they using it here? "
"… This world has been turned upside down, and you still have a lot to wonder about." The officer shook his head. "That war was ten thousand years ago."
They boarded the shuttle, and under the cover of friendly fire, they finally returned to the mothership. When they stepped into the mothership, and saw the familiar decorations and carvings, both of them let out a sigh of relief at the same time, as though they had just survived a disaster.
The fleet immediately retreated, and the huge golden battleship jumped into the warped space one after another just like how they came. When the outer space turned into darkness, the officer looked at the soldier he had just saved. "What's your name?"
"Nacruel." The man who had just regained his freedom was still immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster, and answered instinctively. After answering, he remembered to ask about the origins of his people. "Where are you from? And this huge fleet … Could it be that our race is still prosperous? "
"I'm curious, what did the people in the space station tell you?"
"They said that our race had been wiped out in the light of divine retribution." Nacruel frowned. "They also said that it was ten thousand years ago, because the Gate of Solenne was swallowed by the dimensional turbulence, and I was frozen for ten thousand years."
"They did not lie in the latter part." The officer nodded. "It is indeed ten thousand years later. As for us … It's a long story, when we get back to the base, I'll show you what we have left. That war had destroyed almost everything, and our race suffered greatly. Our surviving technology and people were mostly distorted. "
As he spoke, a smile appeared on the officer's face. "So when we learned that the Gate of Solenne had suddenly appeared, and that there were signs of space-time distortion and clues about you, everyone was overjoyed. You are now our priceless treasure. You have personally experienced the war, and you know things that we do not."
Nacruel could not help but stare blankly at the officer's words. He had heard of 'ten thousand years' and 'time warp' from his captors, but he had always been dubious about it, and now, this terrifying theory had been confirmed by his own people.
The officer noticed Nacruel's hesitation, and he reached out to pat his shoulder. "You should remember the pride of our race, and not be defeated by these setbacks. Now we need to rebuild our former glory, and everything you know is crucial to us. "
Nacruel looked at the patting on his shoulder in confusion, and nodded slowly. "… I will do my best to rebuild the new God civilization."
He then quickly reminded. "Also, you have to be careful of those who live in the crystal space station. While they have suffered a loss this time, they will definitely seek revenge at all costs. Those fellows have powers that I have never seen before, and the space station is only a small part of their massive power. Their leader has a disgusting aura about him, and that aura seems to be related to the old gods. "
The officer gave a simple 'Hmm', and led Nacruel deeper into the mothership. Along the way, Nacruel noticed that there were very few people on the ship, and everyone seemed to be in a hurry, and there was no conversation between them. He could not help but be curious. "Are there only so few people on a 'Holy Spirit' class mothership?"
"That war cost us many lives, and even those who survived were affected by the goddess' curse. For ten thousand years, our population has not recovered at all." The officer explained vaguely. "So what we want to know now is how the warriors of ten thousand years ago fought against the goddess' power. We need to regain this ability to fight against divinity, or our race will be wiped out by the curse."
"The goddess' curse?" Nacruel's footsteps slowed down. "And you don't even know about that war?"
"Yes, the goddess' curse. That curse not only took lives, but also messed up the memories and thoughts of our people. The first generation who survived quickly died in the madness, and did not leave behind much knowledge." The officer explained simply. "How did the warriors of that time solve the problem of divinity? We found runes against divinity from the equipment left behind, but those runes could only deal with the weapons left behind by the goddess, and not the goddess herself. This confused us. If there was no additional power, how did the warriors of ten thousand years ago kill the goddess? "
"Has the Universal Progenitor turned its back on you …" Nacruel's voice had a strange tone to it. "That's not right … He had implanted divine power into our souls, and our resistance against divinity and divine magic should be permanent …"
"The Cosmic Progenitor?" The officer's voice rose a notch, but he quickly realized he had lost his composure, and quickly straightened his face. "We only know the name, but not its origins."
"Don't the people of today hear that voice? That great voice from the beginning of the world? " Nacruel suddenly stopped in his tracks, his expression changed rapidly, and finally darkened. "I've always felt weird …"
"I can understand. After all, there's a ten-thousand-year gap between us." The officer nodded nonchalantly. "I'd better take you to the leader of the fleet. He also has a lot of questions to ask you, such as the whereabouts of the sword that killed the Goddess."
Nacruel did not make a sound, and just stood there expressionlessly. The officer frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I'll admit, I've underestimated you." Nacruel stared into the officer's eyes. "You're actually so cunning."
Opposite Nacruel, Hao Ren spread his hands. "Since when did I start to let the cat out of the bag?"
(These two days may have been a single update … (> _ <))
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