Overturned Tower

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They no longer speak exactly the same language, nor do they learn the same script.The culture and history are very different, and the way of life is very different.And most importantly - neither side sees the other as their "kind".

That's just races with similar languages, no reproductive isolation, and relatively close biological kinship.

...is it really possible for such drastic changes to take place in just 100 years?

And the opposite.

It is their psionic aptitude that becomes extreme, that becomes pure.

They stayed away from all the turmoil, and their hearts were forced to become pure... Almost everyone possessed psionic powers of different strengths.

And their psionic abilities are almost all "light yellow".

It was the color of polluted lake water, and it looked like translucent liquid that flowed out from broken skin.But it can also be called "the color closest to pure white".

There are no "personal" desires, no demons that reside within them.

Just the primal desire to "live"—the miracle itself induced by civilization's desire to perpetuate itself.

In Russell's ears, he gradually heard the chanting and narration of one old man after another.

"The sky is full of strange lights, like the Holy Spirit showing its power."

There are men and women.

There are relatively clear voices, and there are also dry and hoarse voices.

"Only a thousand suns can compete with it."

But what they have in common is that none of them are young.

One illusion after another appeared in front of Russell's eyes.

A huge dark red spherical light blooms in the sky.

The monstrous colorful brilliance rises from the ground and surges upwards.

A distorted transparent storm rises from the ground, and pure white light blooms on the ground.

The pure power surging like a torrent is constantly connected together.

And after the brilliance faded, there were countless corpses and ruins.

——that is the afterimage of the war engraved deep in the sea of ​​group subconscious.

There is no justice at all, an abyss full of blood and hatred.

This is also the future that Russell tries to avoid.

People don't know what their fanaticism will bring, human beings are always passionate and short-sighted.But no one can bear the consequences after the war.

Countless gorgeous and gorgeous, poignant and magnificent pictures were embedded in Russell's heart like a chisel.

He had not experienced a single war, but at this moment he felt the full experience of those who survived the war.

"...Russell, Russell."

Huachu's worried voice came from beside her ear.

Russell suddenly woke up from the hallucination... At this moment, he suddenly realized that the seat belt on his chest seemed to be getting a little tight.

Only then did he realize that he had become unable to maintain the image of "Alice" at some point, but had changed back to his own body.

"When did I change back?"

Russell was a little startled, and asked.

His psionic energy has long been able to transform infinitely, and as the demonic "container of gods" completely merged with him, Russell's control over psionic energy has become instinctive.As a result, it has now changed back unknowingly.

This is so incredible.

It's like crying for a long time, but I didn't realize that I was crying at all.

"Probably... for a short time. Ever since you stopped talking, I've seen your body gradually melt and distort. It's like a melting candle, but distorted like a living sea snake. And some Tiny tentacles with a lot of fine hairs at the tip... well, pretty cute."

Huazhu shrugged, raised his finger and pointed forward: "I probably know what you are thinking...but compared to that kind of thing, this is more worth noting."

Hearing this, Russell looked at Huachu's fingers.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

"Fuck!"

An exclamation full of astonishment and disbelief blurted out.

Even Russell, who has gone through a lot of wind and waves, felt so shocked when he saw this scene——

The pure black gorgeous ship body, the blue energy light.Like a mountain range, like a huge floating island, or like an armed barrier.Although it is not as huge as the floating island, it can definitely be called a colossus.

Its shape looks like a piece of sail... The hull is roughly triangular. If Russell uses it as a metaphor, it looks like the Wyvern-class mothership of the United States of Caldari.

There is no trace of "biology" at all, it is completely cold and mechanical.

Russell has no doubt that even if this thing is placed in the universe, it will definitely be a big killer.

"...This is, a giant dragon?"

Russell didn't know how long he had just fallen into the hallucination, but looking at it now, it must have been a long time.

When Russell raised his head and saw this "giant dragon"... at least from the perspective of the aircraft, he was completely unable to see its whole picture clearly.

"Hello."

A voice was suddenly connected to Russell's communication channel.

It was the voice of a mature and steady male middle-aged man, who was speaking to Russell in "Elvish language": "You can call me Zhu Rong."

Chapter 28 The Lost Myth

Russell has now obtained the status of "Sai Lun", and the resources and currency on Happy Island have become meaningless numbers to him.For things such as personal firewalls, which are strictly based on money, he has already fully loaded them up.

——But at the moment when the voice sounded in Russell's ear, his firewall had no warning at all.

Russell’s firewall was not paralyzed through computing power, nor was it finding a loophole and getting in.Instead, it uses a high-dimensional technology that is completely unrecognizable by Russell's firewall.

"I am the guardian of Taoyuan Island...Kubler didn't really want to see you, so I came here for her."

Zhu Rong's voice was calm and warm: "After all, you ate Sai Lun, and she and Sai Lun have a very good personal relationship. She feels that if she sees you, she may not be objective enough - she will mix up her evaluation of you." Unnecessarily personal emotion."

That was no ordinary electronic synthesizer sound.Its ups and downs and tone of voice are completely inaudible of mechanical elements.Just like a real human being, you can even taste the subtle complex emotions and subtext.

Russell just listened to his voice, feeling as if he was hallucinating a specific image.

Like a mature man with sparse stubble, wearing short sleeves or a shirt, showing a sunny and cheerful smile, with patience and wisdom.There is a kind of sunshine in his body, and his gentle personality will remind people of the kind of kind-hearted kindergarden teacher who always sings red cheeks to children.

"Another reason is that I'm really interested in you. Egg of Dusk, a person from another world, an ultramarine hero...

"—Well, let's talk first."

Zhu Rong made no secret of his kindness.

It turned around slowly, and the cabin door that looked like sharp teeth slowly opened.

From a distance, it seems to be just a small door.If a picture were taken from Russell's angle, it would be a giant "H".And the gate is just a small dot in the center of the horizontal bar in the middle.

But when the "Tower of Babel" flew closer, Russell realized how spacious it was.So much so that at least ten "Babel Towers" can be allowed to fly in a row horizontally.

And as Russell and Huachu flew into the cabin and slowed down, the lights inside were also turned on row by row.

The originally dark interior of the ship became brightly lit in an instant.

The Tower of Babel descended gradually and docked on the ground.

A row of stairs rose directly from the ground, just enough for Russell to walk down easily.After Russell and Huachu both walked to the ground, the row of stairs automatically submerged and disappeared.

The "Tower of Babel" without the operation of Russell and Huachu turned around and drove to another place.

"don’t worry."

Zhu Rong's gentle voice rang directly in Russell's ears: "I'll drive it to charge, otherwise it may be difficult for you to go back.

"And it's not suitable for you to drive it when you are going to be active on land in the future. Isn't it?"

"Where are we going to meet?"

Russell raised his head and shouted in the empty hull.

His voice echoed, but there was no response.There's no one here, not even androids and robots.

At this moment, a huge wall next to Russell was undulating like water waves and gradually became transparent.

A middle-aged man in a dark red robe, with black hair and fiery eyes, and a pair of dragon horns emerged from it with a smile.

He even adjusted his angle in the camera, sideways his face like looking in a mirror to see if the beard on his face was clean.

He stretched out his index finger and scratched his face, making a slight scratching sound.

Then, Zhu Rong raised his head and looked at the "camera".

"If you want to see me, you can do it anywhere. Strictly speaking, the real 'I' is not on land, but in the core of Taoyuan Island. What you just saw from the outside is just my shell."

"...Sensitive AI?"

Russell murmured: "The God of Light of the Chu people, the god of enlightenment who bestows fire on mortals, the fire in the south is... the Red Emperor of the Zhu Rong clan."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "Do you actually know my name? Although I know that you must come from the Earth of the parallel world...but you should be from an even older era."

"That's it."

Russell sighed, feeling a little emotional for a moment: "I haven't heard the word 'Earth' for a long time."

"Actually, if you want me to say, there is no need to strangle the past history like this."

Zhu Rong crossed his arms and said, "When people forget the history, they also forget the glory of the past. Without the heavy sense of culture, there will be no identity.

"Speaking of it, Russell. As an 'ancient man', what do you think of these 'future men'?"

"...Depraved, ignorant, absurd, insane."

Russell gave a bunch of negative words without hesitation.

But after a brief silence, he added softly: "But it's not that different from the time I lived in... actually.

"People are still running around for life, quarreling over trivial things, jealous and hating over meaningless things. There are also people who give their lives for others, and do their best to prove the brilliance of life alive.

"Some people live just to live; some people die for something greater than life; some people strive to live so that more people can live.

"We lived on the ground at that time, but it was no different from the society on the empty island today. At that time, I had nothing and nothing... Even if I wanted to help others, I could only donate here and there Some money—donate some change that may not be enough for my meal. Because if there is too much, I will feel distressed.”

At that time, I was just a mediocre mortal.

It's not so much that I have more than enough heart but not enough strength...it's better to say that I don't even dare to think about that "more than heart".

"—I like this world."

Russell raised his head, and his voice became clear and bright: "Because it gave me the possibility - it gave such an ordinary me the possibility to change the world.

"Since the world has kissed me with love... I shall return with song."

"...It sounds like your original world has also been infected by fantasy."

The smile on Zhu Rong's face faded a little.

He sighed, sighing in a low voice: "Sure enough, there are few worlds in this universe that have not been crawled by fantasy."

"A completely clean world...does that mean an utopia where there is no hatred and no envy?"

Russell asked: "Does such a world really exist?"

"Yes."

Zhu Rong nodded: "Theoretically, if you are not infected by the 'dream' at all, then the concept of 'self' should not be born. The 'individual' only intentionally hurts and destroys the continuation of the 'group' with its own desires—not It is to allow oneself to obtain strong genetics, or more survival resources, but to simply kill others... This is a special phenomenon that should not exist."

"...It sounds like living in the Garden of Eden without eating the fruit of wisdom."

"Ah, I know. It's Gabriel's mythology, isn't it?"

Zhu Rong was a little surprised: "You are very knowledgeable—in the original world, were you a scholar who studied ancient mythology?"

Hearing this, Russell opened his eyes slightly.

Then he reacted immediately.

"... Are your myths and legends lost?"