Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Elemental torrent, spiritual power, memory fragments.

The bridge built by the power of the fire thieves poured into Kant's soul.

This feeling seems familiar.

It is like the countless fragments of each other's life that you see when extracting intelligent creatures.

The extracted elements, the spiritual sea of ​​the other party's broken bank, and the fragments of the soul's memory all flowed into the control of the fire thief. Kant stood on the bank of the memory and examined the picture of the target's life. Today's scene is the same as that. But there are also distinct differences.

That's the life of... many, many people.

He was almost engulfed by the river, but the mark of the dragon of time and space staggered the axis of time and demarcated the distance of space. Soul and spirit still obeyed the laws of time and space, and the ring of star power shone in the soul world, just like Like a beacon, reminding him where he is and who he is.

Kant stood in the river.

The memories of countless people came flooding back.

He observed everything, and the unease and panic in his heart became more and more intense.

Because these people are black, there are cars on the streets, the decoration of the home is modern style, and they can see the low buildings in Jurban and the towering twenty-two arches in the city. The memory of, and the memory of now, the memory of... those people.

There are languages ​​that are completely incomprehensible, there are smiles, there are tears, there are smiles in the exchange of vows in the church, there are unforgettable partings, there are unforgettable dreams, and there are unforgettable beautiful ideals.

Even ordinary people in one of the poorest and narrowest countries in Africa have a beautiful yearning for life and an unforgettable life, and they are also living human beings.

But the extracted... is obviously a locust.

And the torrent of elements extracted and gathered by the stolen fire is so familiar.

It shows an almost terrifying... conjecture.

Kant's soul was violently turbulent.

Anxiety, speculation, doubt, and even fear... This moment is almost eternity.

Countless thoughts passed by in the soul.

The river of memory accelerates its flow.

Every drop of water, every ripple, is a fragment of someone's memory, big and small, strong and fresh emotions, big fragments, small ones are ordinary and ordinary, and all that flows through are Biagun People's memories, and Kant went upstream, accelerating along the river of memory.

At this moment, even the life and death of Big Bob becomes irrelevant.

He must get a clear answer.

The memory of one person after another was washed away, and Kant quickly observed that black people, black people, black people, some were ragged and hungry, and some were rich and extravagant. These are the stories of the Biagan people in modern Africa. I think it must be more than that.

Continue forward, upstream.

The river of memory is accelerating, and the picture becomes bizarre, unclear, blurred and weird, and the fragments become small and cumbersome, because the age is getting old, and I even saw Biagang who had just left the tribal state in the 1960s and 1970s. A scene... just a similar picture has been broken and blurred.

A river full of soul fragments roared and surged.

Colonists with arquebuses, black slave laborers with their arms cut off, humiliated women, and white people who did it all, the rioters’ laughter and banter, the victims’ numbness and weeping, the blurred mess Pictures and broken memories are intertwined, flowing in this long river.

The Gryvind Swarm has been surreptitiously operating for at least a few hundred years.

When human beings have not yet entered modern society, especially in this cruel and lawless era, sporadic or even small-scale disappearances are not a big deal.

Even if it is traced, it will not find any results.

Exploration technology at the time could never find the worm nest here.

Kant was expressionless, letting the laughter of sin and the mourning of the victim flow by.

In the material world, his spiritual power continues to extend through the gathered soul power, tracing back to every vein, exploring every branch, even the core, the core of this worm nest.

Memories...not just victims.

Because "they" also live by that kind of thing.

Since it can be extracted, it must be seen.

"Father!"

In this world, within the dome of the earth, Horus deformed on Kant's shoulder, raised his shoulder cannon, the cannon fire roared, and the sound vibrated: "Wake up! This is not a small trouble!"

Kant put his hands on the surface of the worm's nest, extended his mental power, and closed his eyes. Big Bob saw that it was cheap, and in ecstasy, he ordered the nest group and locusts to attack frantically, but the splendid holy fire of the star ring was burning recklessly, blocking the The attack of the tentacles and locusts was stopped, but the feedback of the killing intent of the entire swarm was constantly gathering.

After all, the Astral Divine Ring has a limit.

Seeing the situation reversed, Big Bob laughed wildly: "Scared me to death! Kant! I thought we were the same kind of people! Scared me to death! You are just like that! Saying that you can't help, you haven't done it yet! "

He was determined to kill Kant with all his strength, but the shadow of several failures still lingered. Now he is very afraid of death and dare not take any more risks.

Just listen to him loudly: "Kant! Are you listening! My proposal is still valid! This is the greatest sincerity I have shown! As long as you nod, I will stop immediately! Our agreement remains unchanged!"

There was no response, only the automatic cannon on Kant's shoulder was spewing bright light.

Big Bob shouted again: "Kant! If you don't speak, I'll leave!"

The top of the dome rumbled, a portal cracked open, and the swarm gathered, holding the big Bob into the air, until it disappeared, Kant remained motionless, and Horus shouted: "Father! Run away!"

- The next moment, the worm nest was turbulent.

The remaining locusts buzzed, and the huge number of veins and tentacles were densely packed. It was not like Kant's attack, but weaved and entangled in all directions from a distance, surrounding Kant in the center. Horus' attack was a drop in the bucket.

The densely entangled tentacles are woven layer by layer to create an airtight cage.

The confined space, like a cocoon, was closing in from above. Horus felt extremely uneasy. Soon, his unease was confirmed. Under the thermal imaging scan, he saw many locusts gathered into geese-sized locusts. The aggregates flew from all over the worm's nest and flew towards the gap above the worm's cocoon.

And what they are hanging together... are shells, military explosives and grenades!

Horus finally understood the purpose of the cocoon, the confined space, the excessive amount of explosives, and the most violent flames and shocks generated were enough to form a frenzy that destroyed everything!

—Big Bob!

Above the dome of the earth, Big Bob's expression is extremely excited, teleportation, lightning, frost, light, Kant's abilities are countless, but no matter how strong the defense force is, there is also an upper limit - the military technology and explosion art developed by human beings are to destroy the upper limit. of!

The things that the swarm scavenged from the Zhurban garrison and the surrounding arsenal, he spent a little time sorting and sealing according to his professional habits, and now it is enough to exert the greatest effect.

One after another C4, shells and grenades were continuously thrown from the worm's nest. The number was extremely large. Horus did not dare to intercept them with weapons, but throwing them back one by one was of no use at all. There was a sizzling noise, but there was nothing he could do, it was going to give Dad a slap in the face.

This is the only way to wake up my father.

Big Bob showed a grim smile.

A locust picked up an adjusted detonator, and the exploding C4 was enough to cause a series of detonations of the remaining munitions, and the terrifying shock wave and series of explosions were enough to tear this guy apart!

He grinned and turned the button!

Twist the button!

screw!

"…"

Big Bob looked surprised.

It's really my own hands.

Originally calloused, wrinkled, lacking in elasticity and moisture, it belonged to an old man like him, but after regeneration and adjustment, this body is stronger than when it was young, with slender fingers, perfect and powerful enough to wield any weapon , to complete any dexterous skill.

With such a hand, twisting a detonation button can be described as having no difficulty.

But it couldn't be done.

It's not that the detonator is faulty and cannot be turned.

It's not that there is a problem with the adjusted and optimized hand, and it can't work.

But don't want to screw.

The body does not want to twist.

Uncontrollable by his will, he had an instinctive resistance to completing this action.

Signals from the brain, all the way through the nervous system to issue commands to the body.

The content is to refuse to complete the command.

- Damn it!

what happened!

Big Bob was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, and the veins on his hands were blooming, but he still couldn't control this movement.

- Damn it! As long as you screw it down, this hateful Chinese will be blown up!

He cursed loudly in his heart.

But the next moment, he showed a look of panic, because this thought just came up, his right hand actually forcibly moved away from the button, and then both hands together, after strengthening, the extremely powerful wrist force forcibly broke the remote control and took it apart. , every movement is careful and dexterous, until the launcher is completely dismantled, allowing the parts to be scattered under the boundless abyss.

It was the job he was most familiar with, fiddling with explosives and doing it with his eyes closed.

But that's not what he wants to do.

But the body does it on its own.

There is nothing scarier than this in the world.

Big Bob showed a look of horror. He suspected that this was some kind of terrible method by Kant, using some kind of magic to affect his thinking and intelligence... It's terrible! This kind of power should not exist in the world!

Must kill him!

If I can't do it myself...then I still have a swarm!

A swarm that has no feelings and only obeys!

Detonate these explosives for me with physics! blow him up!

He ordered through the hive consciousness, indicating the policy and plan to them.

The next moment, the worm nest was turbulent.

The intertwined tentacles scattered in a dexterous way, unlocking the airtight space, and those tentacles forcibly broke through the defense of the Star Power Ring with the scorching flames and stretched towards the explosives.

Then roll them up one by one and throw them far away.

Big Bob's face completely lost its blood.

- See the hell!

He's going crazy.

How is this going! What exactly is going on!

Why even the swarm has become like this!

He stared fiercely at Kant below, his eyes were both hateful and fearful. This was a phenomenon he couldn't understand. The swarm was his biggest reliance... But he actually chose to betray.

This should... should... should...

—The vicious curse in his heart is uncontrollable and hard to come up with.

Instead, there is reverence and obedience.

He suddenly discovered that the aura of unease, fear, and instinctual disgust in Kant was slowly dissipating, replaced by...power that made him feel joy, awe, and obedience.

The revenge of killing children, the obsession with Tacitus, was shaky. Instead, it was the power of the opponent's display in Moyani, and the majesty of the opponent's wings of light.

It is a whisper in the blood and even in the soul.

said the voice.

obey.

To obey.

Undefeated.

This is the mission.

Because he is...

"Do not!!"

Big Bob covered his head with force, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fingers carved blood marks on his face. He is the master of the Greywind swarm, why should he succumb to another will like an ordinary worm!

His fingers were like knives, and the bloodstains were carved on his body. The pain awakened the memory and remembered the hatred. He remembered his son's last phone call, and remembered the little Bob who worked hard and tried his best to save his life. They never Get along like a normal father and son.

Inside the non-human beings who have been transformed from the hive from the inside out, a part of human beings are struggling frantically.

run away!

Get out of here!

In the spiritual world, Kant opened the door of origin.

He followed the torrent of memories. In this memory fragment, there are not only the memories of the Juerban people today, but also the memories of the people of the ancient kingdom hundreds of years ago. When he saw the ancient evil spirit, he was sealed in Tassi. The memory of the guy in Tus, seeing him get Tacitus and the original Hive Seed by chance, seeing him setting off a frenzy, building a kingdom, seeing him defeated and sealed.

Such a scene was fleeting, and he had no time to pay attention to the appearance and skills of the ancient superhumans, because this was not the result he wanted, what he wanted to know was an even older time.

The door was pushed open.

Fragments of memory are indistinguishable, but clear enough.

He saw more people's memories, which were from other worlds, including elves' dreams, dwarves' dreams, human's dreams, and even orc's dreams, but these victims have long since passed away, and there are only short traces left in the world. The point, he saw more, was the memory of the insect nest, and even the memory of its owner.

The faint picture flickered quickly.

Most unforgettable is the picture of their failure.

In that continuous picture, he saw the endless swarms of insects in the sky, as well as illusory shadows. Above the vast and infinite sky, there were blazing flames, free winds, shining lights, and bright lights. The ice and snow, although the figures are blurred, but he feels kind.

Then he saw a man.

To be precise, it was the previous generation of the Lord of the Gryvind Swarm who saw a person.

With the cooperation and cover of his companions, he swept through the sky with an unstoppable momentum, with an illusory dragon shadow behind him, and even now he could hear the rolling dragon roar that shook the sky.

Kant saw that person, and saw the long hair fluttering in the wind. Like him, it was black, with an oriental face. This person made him feel extremely familiar, as if...

He subconsciously wanted to call out that very familiar name.

But the next moment, the river of memory suddenly blocked, all the pictures disappeared without a trace, the destruction of the swarm, the birth of the swarm, the earlier origin, the greater terror, all the pictures were interrupted, and the surroundings became pitch black, The next moment, the light and shadow flow, as if you are in the infinite universe, seeing the shuttle in the colorful nebula.

Then, he came to the end of the world.

"You came."

Twisted, dark, unsightly black void.

Spinning, devouring, existing, expanding.

The rumbling sound vibrated.

The world then twists, becomes fiery, scorched, and devastated.

The voice said, "Come on, take what's yours."

A lair appeared in front of him, which was miniaturized but huge enough. Kant knew it almost immediately. This was the Gregwende swarm that caused terrible disasters in the other world and the earth.

As long as he stretches out his hand, he can obtain such power.

even more.

But everything has its price.

Kant turned a blind eye to the nest, which was not why he came here.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

The voice is everywhere, strange and shocking, it is the aggregation of countless voices, it is a cry of sadness, a scream of despair, a numbness of pain, and the silence of the end.

"As you see," it said slowly, "as you think."

Kant's face became extremely ugly.

"Go, accept your destiny and fulfill your mission."

The worm's nest moved forward slowly.

The voice said: "—falling the curtain of doom."

Kant sneered.

Damn, the MLM phone calls to the police station!

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The voice did not fluctuate, it was calm and calm: "I know, I know it all, but they will eventually understand that fate cannot be resisted and cannot be changed, and everything is already doomed."

The dragon seal of Akatum and the ring of Sura shone with brilliance.

"Not the time."

The Voice of Doom has neither sorrow nor joy, it turns a blind eye, and doesn't care.

"But goodbye is not far away...as you see, as you think."

Unspeakable power surged forward, and neither Akatum nor Sulla could stop it. The conversation just now took place in an unpredictable and indescribable field. Then, Kant was banished and sent back.

He opened his eyes and pressed the veins of the worm nest with both hands, and the swarm has long been quiet.

Horus let out a long breath—so relieved that the speaker simulated the effect: "You're finally awake."

He said, "Big Bob ran away for about thirty minutes..."

Kant silently glanced at the very calm insect nest, pulled the corner of his mouth, and showed a very reluctant smile: "He can't run...I..."

Suddenly he sat on the ground.

From Huisha Town to Valentine, from humans to elves, they are fearless no matter what kind of powerful enemies they face.

But now, his hands were shaking constantly.

All kinds of guesses, doubts, unease and even fear spread infinitely in my heart.

He's already found the answer... the most likely accurate answer.

But he couldn't let him go.

Horus detected Kant's strangeness and said solemnly: "Father... What did you see?"

"I…"

Kant showed a bitter smile, he didn't even know how to start.

Horus slowed his tone: "When you just extracted, you said... it's impossible? Did you... find anything?"

Kant looked up blankly.

The hive had become almost tame.

That individual is still imprisoned in the fruit, suspended.

Being nurtured by this terrifying worm nest in a certain way, it gets the energy that enables the swarm to multiply, grow and move.

What it gets from humans is the nutrition for building and breeding insect swarms.

In other words, that weird liquid, the entire worm nest, and even every locust, exists by virtue of something extracted from humans...

He just extracted that kind of thing.

It made him feel uneasy and shudder.

Kant's vision is far-sighted, and he thinks of the unforgettable experience in the past two years, the mirror world that cannot be described by "the creation of the world".

An accurate replica of the Earth, perhaps the entire universe.

There is a time difference with the real earth, but the anchor point is constantly approaching.

In that world, shrouded in white fog, there is no life.

That white fog can be used to forge fantasy weapons, activate strange life forms, and contain incomprehensible compositions, rules, ingredients, and truths... covering the world, everywhere.

And life does not exist.

"I...I extracted from them..."

Kant said softly: "...white fog."

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PS1: Update! Five thousand five hundred words, you can guess the plot.