People of all colors mixed with each other, with incomprehensible rejection and at the same time sympathetic care. Children and young people were the first to make friends and start playing.
This picture completely dissipated in front of the two of them like a sand painting.
Xuanji and Kalki entered a new scene. They were in the house of a Tibai nobleman. They saw the previous Major Karl wearing Mongolian clothing and sitting on a local-style chair.
He was holding an old photo in his hand and was looking at it thoughtfully. The photo showed a young German woman dressed in a typical 1940s style. She was fashionably dressed, had her hair permed, and wore light makeup. She appeared to be living a well-off life.
She hugged a little girl holding a teddy bear, and both of them smiled sweetly.
"Karl, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you." Friedrich urged him at the door. At this time, the young adjutant had also taken off his military uniform and put on a Mongolian costume.
The major could only kick the photo back into his arms and quickly walked to the door.
"The Khan and the Princess have taken a fancy to you. As isolated outsiders, we have no choice but to integrate into the local area." Friedrich comforted him softly, "Today is your big day, so look happy, bride."
The way she rides a horse is very graceful, she is not a barbarian."
"I know, stop talking."
A red wedding tent was set up in the huge open space outside the house, and the noisy crowd looked particularly happy under the light of two bonfires.
The late groom finally appeared, accompanied by the best man. Major Karl was wearing a Mongolian-style stand-up collar and a folded robe-style jacket. This made Xuanji suddenly realize the prototype of Plato's knight's robe.
She couldn't help but stare at the major. His facial features were indeed very similar to Kalki's. His dark hair was neatly combed, exuding the resolute and confident temperament of the grand leader in his daily life. The groom had a pin on his left chest.
He received a Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, which was his proudest memory on the grasslands of southern Russia.
The bride is a combination of Eurasia. Her German mother wore Mongolian clothes and several strings of pearl necklaces. When she was young, she fell in love with an Asian student with handsome features and a strong figure on the banks of the Isar River. She lived a wandering life.
The beginning. Glory and pain were mixed. Tonight, she felt sincerely happy that her daughter could remarry a man of European descent during her exile.
In the dim light, the young bride walked over. She was wearing a Chinese-style red brocade costume and a red silk head covering. The serious-faced groom lifted his hijab, and the relatives of the woman with Asian faces all around made sounds of admiration.
Her face has a kind of mixed beauty. Her German origin gives her a small and delicate face, unlike her father's face, which is like a full moon. Two strands of small pearls hang down the side of her face, which is very exotic.<
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"She is very good-looking." Xuanji commented, "As beautiful as Turandot."
In her eyes, the bride is younger and more beautiful than the major's German wife, and can even be considered a stunning beauty. Her mixed-race light chestnut curly hair and blue-gray eyes look particularly charming in the dark light.
They held hands and became husband and wife according to Mongolian rituals and the custom of swearing in front of the sacred fire that continues the family lineage.
Both of them were stunned and immediately understood that this was the beginning of a Platonic wedding - the chosen groom, the sunset, and the eternal flame.
The young bride smiled faintly. She was full of longing for marriage, but the older German groom was expressionless.
They suddenly realized that this was the union of Kalki's direct ancestors 700 years ago. This awareness came directly into their minds, leaving no room for discussion or doubt.
Kalki was stunned. It turned out that he had Eastern ancestry, and he always thought that he was a pure white man.
Xuanji also had an incredible expression. "No wonder Kalki looks like an Oriental from some angles." She said to herself, thinking about his handsome and delicate aura, as well as his love and enthusiasm for Eastern culture.
, she finally understood.
The lively wedding drifted away before their eyes like the wind.
An army from afar came like a torrent, and the losers hid in the underground passages in the vast snow-capped mountains of the Weizang region.
The beautiful bride had shed her girlish immaturity and turned into a strong mother. She was holding a two-year-old child in her arms. Two mountains were pushed by strange and huge forces, and they merged like a narrow passage in front of her eyes.
Before closing, she raised her head for the last time and glanced at the blue sky above her head.
"My descendants will become underground people who cannot see the light. They will never see the light of day in order to survive." She said with tears and anger, "Why am I not a man? I can go to the battlefield and die in battle, and don't have to endure it.
This is the pain of subjugating a country."
"Ginepierre, let's go. It's still a long way to the underground city." Karl, who was wearing a Mongolian robe, held his wife's shoulders with his hands. The sharp-eyed Xuanji noticed that his fingers were missing and his legs were lame. p>
Silently watching the last light disappear, Karl, who had become vicissitudes of life in just a few years, gently said to his wife, "Everything in this world is not completely real, and only those who have subjugated their country can see the illusion in it. Failure and victory are both.
It’s just temporary.”
"Let's go. Goddess of destiny will not be cruel forever, just as she will not be kind forever. As long as we don't give up hope, we will see the light of day again."
The figures of their family just disappeared into the darkness underground.
Using the energy of "Logos" to support an underground city with a population of hundreds of thousands, these losers are like snakes sleeping underground, waiting for the opportunity to wake up again.
During their hard life, they gradually gave up eating meat and instead ate special algae and fungi to survive, interacted with underground energy, and engaged in various meditation activities to pass the time. The isolated life made everyone reborn.
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150 years later, at the end of the 22nd century, the "Rhya" dam that blocked the melting of the polar glaciers burst, seawater flooded into countless coastal cities, and human society entered a period of extreme turmoil. These long-forgotten losers
When the time finally came, they appeared secretly and became the earliest missionaries of Yuanjiao.
In the streets, in pubs and restaurants, and on the Internet, they spread their belief in the "hidden leader" everywhere. These people with light skin, hair and eyes due to their dark lives appear to be so intelligent, and there is a crazy wave of conversions.
Taking the world by storm.
Yuanjiao is a world religion, and the other two human races of Plato, "Suzaku" and "Xuanwu", also joined in.
Everything is ready——
When Kalki and Xuanji saw the outbreak of nuclear war, the hydrogen bomb emitted extremely dazzling light, and a real heat wave rushed towards them, which made both of them instinctively cover their eyes with their arms.
In this way, they were completely evaporated into atomic structures, their entire consciousness was shattered, and they were ejected from that world.
They already know too many secrets, this is the end of the viewing archive.
Kalki felt his body floating again. This feeling was more illusory than entering the "consciousness point" of a transforming fighter pilot. He became so weak that something broke his faith.
Above the realm of color, Cishi's body is purple and gold, bright and brilliant, the light reaches to Tusita heaven, her blond hair is beautiful, her appearance is majestic, and the treasures of the ten directions are indescribable...
Under the most beautiful Tusita Palace in heaven, there is a world of suffering.
Kalki closed his blue eyes and suddenly felt a nameless pain tearing his heart apart.
"Kalki! Let's fight! Fight until the end of time and space!"
Thorin's final instructions rang in his ears. He could not let his emotions go. He had the burden of his own destiny.
Kalki slowly opened his eyes. He and Xuanji were lying on the stone floor of the secret room they first entered, their lanterns lying aside.
It was really like a dream at night. It was as if they had never experienced anything and everything was back to where it started.
Xuanji also woke up. She realized that he was using his broad body as a meat mat again, and she was a little embarrassed. Although it was a bit hard, it was very warm, and she blushed.
"Why are we back to where we started?" She sat up, turned her head and looked around. It seemed that it was dawn, and she could feel the early morning light and the chirping of birds in this dark place.
Kalki was silent, everything seemed like a dream, far from a real experience.
"The past is too absurd. I don't understand. I don't understand many things, and there are many questions..." Xuanji looked confused, "Ci Shi, who is Ci Shi?"
Kalki immediately stood up from the ground and pulled her up.
"I don't know." He looked at her with blue eyes, lying for the first time in his life.
Xuanji sensitively felt an insincere estrangement.
"Are you Cishi?" she asked.
There was silence.
"Keeping secrets is a noble quality. What we have seen and heard in the Earth Archives is not something that ordinary people can see." He warned her seriously, "It is enough for the two of us to keep this secret from each other.
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"You can't tell the third person, let's go, it's already dawn."
He suddenly changed. Xuanji thought to herself.
Kalki almost rushed towards the two men guarding them.
"Okay! We have checked the Earth Archives and know everything we need to know." He spoke to Aga in a cold straight man's tone, "We can leave, we can leave now, we need to return to Plato immediately
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"Sorry, Lord, the Earth's shield will only be opened with the permission of the Alien Alliance, so we need to wait, please be patient."
"What? Do you need permission from the Alien Alliance to leave the Earth?!"
"Yes, if you forcefully take off with an aircraft, you will be destroyed." Mira quickly added, "The scenery here is so beautiful, why don't you and the heroine stay a few more days?"
"You are really good at deceiving!" Kalki was furious like a big boy, "One day, I will slaughter all of you self-proclaimed religious cults!"
Xuanji heard him roaring in a threatening tone outside the door, and thought to herself: Kalki also inherited Yuanjiao's hatred of the Guangming Cult in his heart, even though the Guangming Cult treated him so politely.
She watched Kalki slam the door and walked out, a little afraid to offend him in anger.
Kalki is a contradictory person. Sometimes he seems so calm and modest, and sometimes the unfathomable cruelty in his heart frightens her. Just like when he wanted to kill her for the first time, his murderous intent frightened her for a long time.
Yes, she is always afraid of him.
He ran out to learn riding and shooting to relieve his depression. His blood was too active and he needed a lot of exercise to consume energy, otherwise it would turn into doubt and attack on himself.
Xuanji also quickly rode on her maroon horse. She didn't want to leave the one she loved.
She watched Kalki master the trick in just a few hours. He rode back and forth quickly, quickly drew arrows from the quiver hanging on the back of the saddle, clamped the saddle with his legs, stabilized his body, and when the horse's hooves took off in the air,
, shoot an arrow.
The arrow almost hit the red bullseye, and then when he returned from the other direction, he shot another arrow
He shoots quickly and accurately. In the eyes of those who don't know, they may think that he is a master of riding and archery who has been practicing since childhood.
"He is truly a born warrior." She exclaimed personally.
Recalling how she was at a loss when she was just learning - the horseback was too bumpy, and she was afraid of missing the target. She was so busy that she failed to shoot the arrow and fell directly to the ground, causing other people present to burst into laughter. p>
Kalki is the top warrior, with incomparable control over his mind and body. His body is like a perfect machine, and his limbs execute orders impeccably.
In order to better control his arms, he also took off the thick coat on the right side, letting half of the coat hang down and tied with a belt. He was riding on a white horse, so heroic and heroic, like a god.
"You are a descendant of the grassland, a descendant of the Golden Family." She thought of the wedding with a bloodline spanning Eurasia.
Kalki was shooting an arrow, and the arrow missed with a "whoosh" sound.
"I told you, you can't talk about what you saw easily, you must keep it a secret!" He spoke to her in a commanding tone. What he saw that night shattered many of his understandings of Plato. Many things, he
I feel extremely heavy.
"Are you ashamed that you have the blood of people of color in your body? Even if it was an intermarriage 700 years ago?" Xuanji could not change her sharp and direct character, "How could I care? I myself..."<
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"Have you said enough?" He interrupted her almost rudely in German.
Of course, he wasn't upset because of his Asian ancestry, but "Ci Shi" was too heavy. Since he was young, he had vaguely felt that he would bear heavy responsibilities when he grew up, but he didn't expect...
Before, his world and thoughts were too simple, and everything caught him off guard.
"Leave me alone."
Xuanji also became serious. She was disgusted with his arrogance and his aloofness, which made him reject people thousands of miles away.
"Didn't we promise to stay together for the rest of our lives? You and I are inseparable..." She also looked at him proudly.
How I wish to be called your vassal... to be inseparable from you... He kissed her passionately and lingeringly - the first kiss under the Tower of Babel, so deeply engraved in her heart, but he easily forgot it.
"I want to be alone for a while." Kalki lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, "I said, I hate giving orders repeatedly... let's go."