Lord of Enigma - Chapter 1025

[Chapter 998 Postmen]

In a boundless and mysterious universe, in the vast starry sky, a dark and cold giant spaceship is slowly floating.

Mithra approached with a small flying shuttle. She had just finished an exploration mission. The result was that there was no gain. There was a planet in front of her, but there was no life on it, and no resources were available.

She’s used to it, or has become numb.

The first thing that appeared in her line of sight was not the details of the spaceship, but a special, incomparably huge “shield” surrounding the spaceship.

This shield is not a mechanical structure, or other energy structure, it is composed of corpses wearing armor.

Mithra was a human woman in her mid-thirties, but her appearance was older, her eyes were dull, and her features were haggard.

But when her eyes touched the corpses that made up the shield, it seemed that she was alive when she died, and there was respect in her eyes.

“Light”

A word came out of her mouth.

Mithra’s mind recalled the once incomparably great scene:

The terrifying “screeching” came from the depths of the universe, destroying countless civilized races and countless planets along the way, and soon it was their turn. This ship is called “Nega”, which is bigger than some planets. The special civilization carried by the spaceship.

They are Nigas, a special spacecraft civilization that has been floating in the universe since thousands of years ago.

Originally, the Nicans thought they would continue forever, but when the scream came, everything was changed.

The homeland of Niga, which will never be destroyed in cognition, suffered a catastrophe. The power system, circulatory system, intelligent system, etc. to maintain the operation of the spacecraft were directly destroyed. What is even more terrifying is the food system used to supply the Niga people. Algae farms, artificial meat pastures, nutrition factories…all were badly damaged.

And these are just the beginning.

The real horror is the death of the Nicans.

Before the disaster struck, the Niga civilization had nearly 100 million members, and in the first wave of screams, tens of millions died.

The second wave is another tens of millions.

When the third wave comes, the Niga civilization has reached the brink of collapse and will all die at any time.

At this time, the heroes began to appear.

Mithras watched with his own eyes, a strange and familiar “Niga” and they suddenly began to glow, they put on their armor, they held hands, and together they formed a huge mask outside the spaceship, bringing that The hateful screams of death and despair block the outside world.

Although the mask was washed away time and time again, the birth of heroes did not stop. New Nigas stood up, held the light, and kept dedicating themselves to repair the mask.

This includes Mithra’s husband.

Even she herself hadn’t thought of how the husband of an ordinary maintenance worker, who had been ordinary for decades, burst out with that kind of power.

Finally, the disaster was over, after her husband gave his life.

Mithra, who was getting closer and closer to the spaceship, looked at the severely broken shield, trying to find the body of her husband.

The heroes die, but the corpses can only be left to escape one by one, and cannot be taken back into the spaceship.

Everyone knows and understands that there is a “scream of hatred” in the bodies of the heroes.

After a few seconds, Mithra, who had passed through the gap in the shield, had to look away.

No, she didn’t find her husband’s body.

There was no disappointment on Mithra’s face, she was used to it, and she sighed:

“It’s all out, it’s all out.”

With a sigh, the shuttle was led back to the interior of Niga.

Mithra mechanically left the shuttle, went through the tedious inspection and decontamination procedures, and reported the task to the surviving low-level intellectual brain, and then wore a looser uniform and walked along the cold steel tunnel to his room.

Leaving the tunnel, passing through some of the cabins, she enters the common area.

In the past, all the public areas inside “Nega” were very lively, but now, these areas are closed.

Only the only remaining area, No. 59, is open for the entertainment of all surviving Nigas.

But the truth is that entertainment is dead, and the Niga civilization has tens of thousands of survivors.

But including her, they need to perform various tasks to maintain the continuation of the Niga civilization.

Everyone Mithra saw had the same expression on their faces, that was numbness and despair, like zombies and puppets without emotion.

The spaceship broadcast is broadcasting some content in a loop.

It probably means that the captain and other surviving high-level officials assured the public that the spacecraft is being repaired, the food supply will not stop, and the disaster is completely over.

Mithra knew the “truth”, and the disaster was indeed over, but the Niga civilization may have long since been destroyed.

Hate Scream twice in a row, not only killed nearly 100 million Niga people, but also destroyed almost all the systems inside the spaceship, and it could no longer maintain normal operation.

As explorers, she and her colleagues have never achieved anything.

“It won’t last long, this will be the graveyard for all of us.”

“Niga, it’s a huge mechanical coffin.”

“The only consolation, at least the family is still there…”

Mithra walked slowly, her steps became heavier, and her whole body exuded a strong sense of death.

Until she approached her room, the breath on her body changed.

She quickened her pace and forced a smile on her face.

She herself was already on the verge of collapse, and she wanted to follow her husband countless times, but she couldn’t do it. She and her husband still had a child.

The boy born in the disaster may also be the last “newborn” of the Niga.

Mithra knew that some Niga people who also knew the truth were pushing the “barren pact”. They didn’t want a new life to come, and then go to death with them, that would be cruel.

When he was about to see his room, Mithras suddenly felt a slight pain in his shoulder.

She was bumped, a very “weird” Niga.

On his forehead, there are the unique antennae and black spots of the Niga people, but there is no numbness and despair on his face.

Seeing Mithra look over, the strange man smiled brightly at him.

Mithra couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had seen such a bright smile, whether it was his own or that of other Nigas.

Before she could force a smile to respond, she heard the man say again:

“Ma’am, the light will not go out, the light is always in the depths of your heart and the heart of others.”

“You have to remember your promise to your husband, never, never give up hope.”

After speaking, the man turned around and ran to the depths of the passage, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Mithra didn’t have time to investigate, because she suddenly heard a “peculiar noise” from her room. In addition to the babble of her child, it was mixed with a more passionate noise.

My child… that strange man… Mithra rushed to the room almost immediately.

“call”

During the violent panting, she saw her child, still lying in the crib, next to the baby-raising robot working normally.

What surprised her was that her child’s tender hands were holding a “toy” she had never seen before.

It was a warrior doll in a space suit, holding a red flag and looking into the distance.

That flag is pointing to a certain direction.

The doll’s abdomen is playing majestic and exciting music.

At first, it only reverberated in the room, but soon, this unimaginably infectious singing started to spread to the entire spaceship with the Mithra room as the source.

Unlike the one who killed nearly 100 million Niga people, this song has the power to revive the Niga people and the Niga civilization.

“Go, go, go with me.”

“Follow the direction of that flag, explore bravely, explore, explore.”

“You will find sweet food, great strength, and the wisdom of life…”

Mithra, who was hit by the singing, seemed to be alive, and she seemed to be able to feel the unimaginable changes taking place in her body.

The same changes happen in every Nica.

Outside the spaceship, Stan Du Plessy, who had recovered his original face, watched all this with a smile on his face.

Not long ago, he was summoned by the Overmind, left Origin, and began to run around the Mysterious Boundaries and give out all kinds of wacky toys.

It’s a new job, and he’s both a fantasy wizard and a hard-working postman.

The same fantasy wizards who got new jobs as him, well, none of them.

The number of fantasy wizards who have swelled to hundreds of people has been given this job by their master.

Although it is only a postman, Stan Duplecie, who has been to many places, has an unspeakable depression and compassion in the depths of his eyes.

He saw too many “despair” and “death”.

Every place, yes, every place he’s been.

Although the disaster is over, it still creates a lot of apocalyptic wasteland-like worlds.

The creatures on these ruins are rarely happy.

Most of them are still rebuilding the world, continuing civilization and race.

Stan Du Plessy’s character is inherently sensitive, and he has endured a lot of pollution after seeing such pictures a lot.

But fortunately, every time the “delivery is over”, he can get relief.

This scene in front of him is the best antidote.

“Then, next.”

The voice fell, and Stan, who was carrying a huge package on his back, bowed respectfully to the countless heroic corpses in front of him who had radiated “light”, and then he used some kind of power to flicker and disappear in place.

…

Strange laughter came from the library, the dollhouse, as Stan Duplecie went to the next postal address.

“Yo ho ho, my subordinates work really hard, and they must be rewarded with candy after the end.”

On the Thum fetish that has turned into a rocking chair, Mr. Tang Qi, the new owner of the dollhouse, was talking with a smile, but he saw lines of phosphorescent tentacles running out from under his waist, dexterously playing with a large number of strange-shaped toys. .

He had to, or the toys would never stop chanting “play me”, a strange and obligatory request.

Tang Qi firmly refused to admit that he just wanted to play, and he must be forced.

Also forced, there is the new hobby of eating sugar.

In his arms lay a candy box, which contained all kinds of candies with colored candy sheets, all of which were Tum’s works.

Each one has an unforgettable taste.

Tentacles are playing with toys and eating candy in their mouths, but there are light and shadow screens in front of them.

A large number of fantasy wizards jumped on every screen. Some of them kept their original images, and some of them put on some funny and cute “doll costumes”.

The common denominator is that behind the wizards, there is a huge package.

Not surprisingly, those packages were filled with toys made by Tum.

More precisely, the first toys that need to find their owners.

Originally, Tang Qi planned to send it by himself, but not long ago he said a word, and there was a line in front of him that could not see the end, and he had to change his mind.

Fortunately, the number of his subordinates has been expanding.

Because he was helping the ancient god “Tum” to complete his duties, Tang Qi didn’t bother the furnace wizards.

Of course, it’s mainly because I’m a little worried that “The Furnace” is too cautious. What if I don’t allow my subordinates to run errands for another god?

In addition to the collective dispatch of fantasy wizards, Tang Qi also recruited some additional children.

The terrifyingly gifted children in the witch school have grown up a lot.

They do not have the identity of fantasy wizards, but under Tang Qi’s license, they can borrow fantasy channels and travel through various worlds.

The children were so excited about this “job” that they all set out with packages larger than themselves.

Originally, Tang Qi also wanted to let “Night Beast” and “Goblin” join in, but the growth of these two little guys has entered a critical period again.

They are all becoming the “kings” of their respective ethnic groups. This process cannot be easily interrupted. Fortunately, there is no shortage of two laborers.

Hundreds of fantastic wizards, plus a bunch of talented kids.

These postmen are enough.

After dispatching the postmen, Tang Qi still did not return to the library because he was waiting for help.

“Toum’s toys and candies are strange objects with extraordinary power. As an ancient god in charge of ‘creation’ and ‘destiny’, Toum may also foresee the disaster after the light goes out.”

“The first batch of gifts he made to be mailed, most of them will be aimed at disasters and bring hope to those poor creatures, such as the banner soldier Stan sent to the baby.”

“But Tum’s power should not cover all the doomsday worlds, and the postmen may encounter some trouble?”

Tang Qi in the rocking chair just had this idea in his heart.

Immediately, a change appeared on a screen in front of him.

In the rippling phosphorescence, he heard some confused prayers.

Tang Qi immediately looked at the world, but at the first glance, his expression froze for a moment.

dark!

A country without any “light” broke into Tang Qi’s eyes.

Almost all life on this planet is dead.

Whether it was plants or animals, or even some tenacious microbes, there was no trace.

In addition to the desolation on the earth, there are alternative scenes:

It was countless “statues” standing in the darkness and cold, all of them maintaining a posture, holding something in their hands, solidified on the ground.

Their expressions are brave and fearless, looking straight ahead.

Their dead bodies are still standing upright, endless, like guards who never give up in the dark.

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