"What are these...?" Qianye Cheng tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see these silvery white and dark purple images clearly. He vaguely felt that these were very important things, but his eyelids seemed to have a heavy burden on them.
I couldn't open my eyes wide and the images I saw were so blurry.
I can only see that each piece of broken glass is different, spinning and falling irregularly, looking like snowflakes, and then it turns into flying snow all over the sky, the cold wind is blowing, and the snow is heavy.
As it fell, the surrounding area seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, becoming dim, and there were fewer and fewer 'glass shards? snowflakes?' within the field of vision.
It's still falling, and the surroundings are getting darker and darker. Even the brightness of the 'glass shards? snowflakes' that project the picture like a screen is also decreasing. No, it's more like the stone statue in the picture. The light emitted by itself is disappearing, causing
The projected picture became increasingly darker and blurry.
Disappeared? I can’t see it anymore!
The darkness came so quickly. The number of 'glass shards? snowflakes?' that could be seen had been reduced from dozens to hundreds to a dozen due to the shrinkage of the world, and the luster was no longer visible, as if it was covered by fog.
Dyeing, becoming dark, like being immersed in an ink pool, gradually becoming dark from the edge to the middle.
As the number of 'Glass shards? Snowflakes?' decreases, and as 'Glass shards? Snowflakes?' are dyed black, Chiba Makoto feels that he is falling faster again, but is this feeling real? Or is it an illusion?
The biting cold wind was so cold that the feeling of freezing on the body disappeared unconsciously, and the roaring cold wind seemed to have disappeared, because the whistling wind could no longer be heard, and the eyes were gradually falling into darkness.
My five senses seem to be disappearing again...
Chiba Cheng wanted to raise his hand to grab something to stop himself from continuing to fall. Although he didn't know why, he just felt that if he continued to go down, it would become darker and darker, and he would be less and less able to think of anything.
Maybe even this little bit of consciousness will disappear.
But when I think about it, I can't feel whether my hand has been raised, because I can no longer feel the existence of my body, and even if I still have control of my body, there is nothing around me to grab, and it seems that I can only continue to fall down like this.
Watching the light above getting farther and farther, watching those 'glass shards? snowflakes?' becoming less and less, even the 'seeing' is slowly disappearing.
"Is that all...?"
The last bit of consciousness seems to be disappearing. All that can be seen is a crack. The flying snow in the sky is only a piece of snowflake like glass shards, which is constantly spinning and falling slowly, in the darkness.
Among them, only it retains a little silvery white.
The only light left in the darkness makes people fascinated, and they can't help but want to grab it, and then a hand appears in the field of vision, which seems to be his, but it has no blood color and is so pale that it is transparent, no, the tips of the five fingers
It is already transparent and is slowly spreading towards the wrist.
Are you disappearing?
Did it just disappear?
A sigh cannot be heard; the biting cold cannot be felt; even the snowflakes like glass shards in front of the eyes are turning black in the almost lost vision, and will eventually merge with the darkness and disappear completely like those others.
In front of you.
Everything is disappearing, including myself.
The only remaining light seemed to be very close at hand, but when I raised my hand, it was far away in the horizon.
It’s so far away!
The fragments were about to be completely dyed black, and the eyes were about to be completely plunged into darkness, but at this moment, there seemed to be a ray of light...
Crystal clear, extremely pure, with no trace of impurities visible, it makes people feel warm when looking at it, a wonderful illusion.
"This is...light?!" Hui Jian wore protective goggles and looked at the glinting light generated by the instrument that was larger than a water tank in front of her.
The victory team members standing nearby also wore protective clothing and protective goggles as required. They approached this instrument that was said to be able to produce 'light' and saw a ball of 'light' the size of a fingertip in a transparent container.
"That's right, this is the light!" Keigo Masaki, who was not wearing any protective equipment, put his hands behind his back and introduced his proud work to the victory team who had come back after all the hard work with a little pride.
Based on the ultra-ancient light particle conversion device and with the Max Power Accelerator as the core, this instrument capable of producing 'light' was assembled.
The light particle converter focuses on converting particles, the Max Power focuses on ejecting particles, and this instrument focuses on generating special light energy.
These three have similarities, but they are also very different. Just like the same oil, let alone soy sauce, there is no big difference between sesame oil and petroleum. The manufacturing and processing of gasoline and diesel are very different.
"Light!" Munakata looked at this ball of light, a glimmer of hope welling up in his heart, but Horii next to him was filled with regret. If it had been created earlier, it would have replenished Tiga's energy, and maybe he wouldn't...
.
It's a pity that there are no ifs. I just hope that a miracle can happen and something can be done with this light.
During this return operation, Kirino Makoto, who served as the 'relay radio' to keep the victory team in contact with the headquarters, stood on the outside, watching the light coming from the gap, silent, he could 'see' a lot
, except that he cannot see the 'light', but he is willing to believe that he will succeed.
To this day, he can't forget that when he was trapped in the boundless darkness, the extremely dazzling light appeared, wrapped him up, and then pulled him out of the darkness and returned to the real world, freeing him from the control of the dark devil.
, and became myself again.
"The dark world needs light to illuminate, Tiga, you must see this beam of light." Kirino thought silently, inadvertently raised his head and met Masaki Keigo's eyes.
Kirino Makoto smiled at him, then turned around and walked outside. His mission had been completed, and he couldn't help much if he continued to stay here. It was better to go out and get some fresh air.
In a room not far away, Director Sawai and Director Yoshigo gathered together to look at the instrument that Masaki Keigo had successfully built, as well as the light particle conversion called the Divine Light Rod that was held tightly in Maya's hand.
device.
"Can this thing be successful?" Director Yoshigo was not sure at all. From Horii to Masaki Keigo, no one could give a definite answer.
"We have to give it a try, there is no other way." Staff Officer Nanyuan said with a sigh. Anyway, the situation is just like the victory team said, it can't get any worse.
Staff Officer Nanyun rolled his eyes and said: "How about using stone statues? After all, it has been successful."
The other three people turned their eyes and understood what he meant. If Tiga was irredeemable, then they would find a way to create another Ultraman.