Just as the remnants of Marante were crying, spear-like starlight drew a shape from the broken bubble dome of the ark, and then the eternal maid holding a weapon appeared on the spot. Twenty snake bodyguards also appeared in the following seconds. When the entire square was shrouded in magnificent light, Veronica appeared in the surroundings of the guards, and Ada, who was present, turned around and knelt down.
"Veronica, why are you here? This is a battlefield and it may be a bit dangerous."
Soshiyan then walked over, and Veronica raised her pink fist and gently smashed his belt.
"It's not because of you! I heard the report that you ran to look for it alone by yourself... Is it this thing? The creature that emits that huge energy."
She looked at the spirit bone dragon and then said in surprise:
"It looks like a giant dragon..."
"It's actually like this-"
Soshiyan explained the other person's origin to her again, but Veronica knew that Soshiyan's understanding of the soul must not be deep enough, so she simply walked over by herself.
"His Majesty--"
The maids quickly tried to dissuade her, but Veronica made them shut their mouths with a gesture. Soshiyan followed Veronica to relieve everyone, while the royal cat Garfield seemed very hesitant, lifted his paws and put them down, then raised his paws, and finally put them down again.
When Veronica approached, the dragon leaned down gently and showed some extraordinary obedience, perhaps because she felt the power in her body.
Then Veronica put one hand on Soshiyang's palm and reached the dragon's head with the other hand-
After that, Soshiyan finally truly realized the core of this creature. Before, he was just watching flowers in the fog, but now he saw the past Marante, and saw every Ada's birth and growth moment, their past joys and sorrows formed a deep pool. If it weren't for Veronica's guidance, he could only observe the water surface.
The inhabitants of Marante seem to be taught what war is when they are born, and at the same time they are unwaveringly convinced of everything that drives their struggle and efforts, and believe that they will usher in the end and hope that they already belong to their own in the war.
However, as a synthesis of consciousness, the existence of "it" is actually difficult to be concrete.
Boys, girls, young men, old men...Everyone was once a melody, so the song of the soul of "it" is also composed by every Aida, just as the reflection under the sea is the reflection of the deep sea, the reflection on the sea is the reflection of the broader whole sky, but the sea is only the sea after all--
In addition to everyone's melody, the world they saw and thought of was also presented to Soshiyang. This is a very unique feeling. If you don't have strong thinking ability, you may be crazy by this massive amount of information.
That includes countless broken pictures, intermittent sounds, even smell and touch.
for example...
The sky of the pure world is very blue, very big, so big that it embraces the whole world, so big that it dyes everything blue.
The mountains and rivers of alien stars, high peaks, stand under the clouds and mist, pass through the sky, without colorful simple gray, rugged rocks, deep and lofty, and then the morning light shines, appearing and looming. The wind and rain are coming, and strange peaks cover the sky. No matter the seasons are flowing brightly, they are stacked with indifferent posture, chopping up the mottled sun shadows, and they are filled with melancholy.
The strange river flows through gurgling streams under the deep valleys of somewhere. In the ups and downs, it coils around in a few twists and turns, with a flash of scales. The clear stream has never seen the deep mud and sand, jumping happily and crystal clear. However, it was at the outflowing mountain pass that suddenly opened up and merged into the so-called river that flowed thousands of miles.
The mysterious forest, the ancient trees are green and the roots are entangled, and above it is the beautiful paradise accumulated by millions of years of decay, and the body is accumulated. Life wanders freely in it, then loses life, and then life is born. Only the blue waves are rolling, and the trees like silent sentry see through the cycle of reincarnation from generation to generation, and only use the green leaf texture to rub and dot and paint the hymns of life.
The distant sea, waves stacked and waves, calm and vast, the clear sky was full of miles, the scales were leaping, endless, the blue was whispering softly, rippling slightly.
In the desert, the sun shines through the world, the dead silence penetrates the vast world, the scorching, long, vast, silent, and when night falls, there is a bright spot, the starlight is accompanied by the sudden cold, and the world falls peacefully.
In the joyful rain, a sudden blur and distance suddenly emerged, and the ark almost never rained. It seemed that this was a miracle that only the soul of the world could give. For those who did not want to look directly at the things around them, covering up the barrier between reality and illusion, and intoxicated in the refreshing warmth and coolness.
In addition to the scenery, it also includes encounters.
The human soldiers wearing simple protective gear and the civilians in tattered robes brought only violence and cruelty. They lived countless times in a huge city with dark and dirty lights. A civilization that placed war above everything was shrouded under a light where a false god was willing to vent himself. Whether it was singing and dancing to the peace or sleeping in the dark corner, they were all intoxicated by violence and indulged in the paralysis of faith.
The green skin that can only howl and waving weapons, the deepest impression is always the pungent spore stench, the battle cry of different tones but similar meanings that echo in the ears, and endless destruction...
The relatives of Comoros have long lost the character and elegance that Ada should have, and are left with only the malice that is nurtured for survival.
Zerg, boundless and endless, devour everything with the most primitive greed, is closer to viruses than to life, a plague spreading in reality
The end point is the last moment of all souls, which is all the beautiful and desperate scenes that are integrated together. At that moment, it blurs every corner that all Ada's heart can spread. Looking up at the sky, they trembled with fear, gave up their thoughts and returned to eternal darkness. The heavy warmth and coldness oppressed the air, unable to cry or breathe, and seemed to be the only children who were still laughing, blowing out another colorful bubble, floating into the air, and shattering gently.
But the light was lit in the darkness, which was the light of the prophets burning their souls, and all Ada gathered towards those lights, and they embraced each other and opened them completely. When the thoughts and consciousness of this ancient race were strong enough, they could even distort some realistic structures. This was the root of their glory and the disaster for their fall.
Finally, Soshyan and Veronica stood under the prophet dome of the former Marante. The broken ground was filled with blue flowers, and the petals were flying in the wind like blue butterflies in the sky.
"Hmm? This is-"
Suddenly, Soshiyang expressed his surprised thoughts because he noticed that there was something even more strange in this strange world.