After crossing the second bridge, more and more murals appear on both sides of the passage. These exquisite mosaics depict the dark ages that this planet has experienced - the ancient long night that plunged the planet into terror, and the unimaginable barbaric wars that destroyed it.
In a city that seems impossible to exist now, humans, machines and aliens fight against each other.
After the long night, the world became different. Reconstruction began. Human civilization experienced a huge setback. The remnants of the long night retreated into huge underground fortresses, waiting for the resurgence of civilization, and they were always wary of enemies from the sky.
In this way, the suffering human beings once again developed a glorious civilization, but the nightmare soon came -
The green skins appeared, and the demons that only existed in human nightmares also appeared in the past. They carried blood and fire, blew smoke and floods, and launched a war, attacking both humans and each other.
There are also those horned beasts, with red flesh under their brass skin, and scrawny carrion dancers, as well as alien species with bird-like faces and features, and mysterious extraterrestrial enemies.
....The newly restored human civilization suffered a devastating blow.
As the two of them continued to go deeper, the surrounding environment took on new changes.
There are more and more artworks about machines and engines. Some statues are placed on the ground, and some are directly mounted on the walls, destroying the unfinished mosaics and murals.
Ancient art that left imprints on the walls gave way to cables and pipes that seemed to have been put in place in a state of emergency.
Through the murals, you can see that some machines roll chemicals like centrifugal separators, while others absorb energy, generate energy, or act as relays, transporting energy elsewhere, wearing robes and hoods.
Uniformed workers are busy everywhere.
Soshyan took off his helmet. The suffering he had seen throughout the journey burned in his heart, and his previous doubts no longer existed.
Finally, the two stopped at the end of the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, surrounded by flags representing glory, the marble avenue extending forward is lined with colorful colors. Each piece of cloth displays an unrecognizable name, number, and coat of arms according to standards.
Every battle flag, every trophy, and every pennant seems to indicate that this was once a place where soldiers went to battle. Thousands of marks stretch all the way to the entrance of the hall.
At the end of the road, a huge door opened, 200 meters high, extending to the vaulted top of the cave. The moisture emanating from the rock "sky" condensed into shiny trickles on the surface of the metal door.
A separate gate divides the symbol of the Civic Temple into two halves: on the left and right you can see strange reliefs of machine battles.
In the middle of the gate, a huge mechanical wreckage collapsed on the ground.
"This thing... seems to be engraved on the relief."
Veronica observed very carefully, and immediately realized that the machine on the ground was one of the fighting machines on the relief, a huge fighting machine.
Soshyan walked over silently. The machine was almost dismembered. If the main structure was not still there, it would have been broken into pieces.
On the few remaining armor plate shells, he saw huge bullet marks and slash marks. He slowly walked to the front, where the cockpit was.
The cockpit was almost torn apart. In addition to scattered parts, there was a pool of dust on the metal chair, and a few broken bones could be vaguely seen.
Suddenly, he heard a faint whisper coming from the pile of ashes.
Soshiyang leaned in and gently pushed away the ashes with his fingers. A still shining ring lay there quietly, with the same style as the one on his chest.
He picked up the ring and looked at it carefully.
Suddenly, a picture that did not belong to him appeared in his mind again——
It was in a dark cockpit. A woman in combat uniform was facing the screen and crying. On the screen was a little boy with brown hair, struggling and crying in the arms of a woman.
"Mother--"
"Hug! Hug!"
"Kylo."
A bright smile broke out on the woman's tear-filled face, and she stretched out her arms as if she wanted to hug her son.
"Mom, I'm afraid!"
"Don't be afraid, baby, you must learn to take care of yourself in the future, eat on time, sleep on time, and don't stand on high places."
"Mom, I want mom! I want mom!"
The boy immediately burst into tears, no matter how much the woman holding him tried to comfort him.
"Kylo, you are the son of Alexei's family, don't cry easily."
The woman suddenly cut the external image of the mecha into the communication, and the tragic battlefield immediately appeared in front of the boy. He even forgot to cry, but stared in horror at the roaring green beasts and the corpses on the ground.
"My child, you must always, always remember this scene. Your father, your mother, your uncle, and your grandfather were all buried here. You have an eternal blood feud with these green monsters!"
After gritting her teeth and saying the last sentence, the woman turned off the external image, then smoothed her hair on her forehead, and said to the boy with a smile:
"Mom, I'm sorry for you. I can't accompany you when you grow up. Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, I will never leave you, my baby..."
"Mother--"
The boy burst into tears again, and so did the woman.
"sorry Sorry sorry……"
After saying more than a dozen sentences in succession, the cockpit began to vibrate violently.
The final moment is coming.
"Children, remember your mother's words. When you grow up, leave those weak people and find the path to real strength. Your mother's soul will always be waiting here, waiting for you or your descendants to return to their hometown! You have to remember
, your hometown has a noble name."
The woman paused for a moment and said solemnly.
"In our human language, it's called... Ulanor!"
"Are you crying?"
Suddenly, a cautious female voice came to my ears, which was pleasant but also harsh.
With surprise, Soshyan touched the scarred cheek, and his fingers were slightly moist and shining under the weak fluorescent light.
"I've never been like this before."
He said blankly.
"No, no, you cried on the night your mother died."
Suoshi looked at the slight wetness on his fingertips with curiosity.
"How did you know."
"I--"
Veronica hesitated, not knowing what to say, but Soshyan had already guessed it.
"When we fought last time, you read my memory."
The Elf girl nodded slightly.
Soshyan sighed softly.
"You are very honest, unlike your compatriots who lie constantly, but I don't know how to deal with you at the moment. You know too many secrets."
Veronica turned around and moved her gaze to the machine.
"Actually, what I'm more curious about is why, as a human being, you have the ability to read memories through objects. Only very powerful prophets can do this."
"Since you have read my memory, you should also know what kind of power I have."
Veronica shook her head.
"The Great Prophet did not allow me to delve into that power. He deleted this part of my memory...but I can still recall that fear."