Star Empire

The fall of the giant malicious metameme.

The giant memetic derivatives scattered throughout the empire began to collapse and dissipate simultaneously. In this way, they spread the news of the death of the giant malicious metameme throughout the empire faster than using imperial broadcasts.

The twisted monsters crawling on every wall of the pipe, as well as the black tide of derivatives that meandered on the ground, began to evaporate, like thin ice crystals under the scorching sun gradually turning into mist and finally dissipating completely.

People reacting from various mobile vehicles and fixed firepower base stations tried to look at the sky. Their own consciousness had noticed that behind the close-earth defense fleet and the "City of Charity", the falling giant The animal carcasses fell to the horizon like a set piece that had been removed.

Countless brilliant and bright "comet tails" suddenly extended out. These sudden comets quickly brightened and quickly disintegrated and dissipated. That was after the giant memetic derivatives in space lost their activity and were ejected by stars composed of extraordinary energy. The traces left behind when the outgoing stellar wind blows away.

The galactic cores that had been wrapped in hundreds of crystal scars finally got a chance to breathe, and as they gradually cooled down, the wave of derivatives that was about to crush them, like giant hands, was rapidly collapsing. .

The world circuit has always stopped operating on the world barrier, because the surrounding world barrier has become quiet, and all the noisy noise accumulated at the boundary of ordered time, space and void has disappeared.

The data of the void detection equipment distributed throughout the empire began to return to stability, which meant that the turbulent wave of false information that swept across the empire not long ago was gradually subsided.

".Victory? It's over?!"

After the wreckage of the derivatives fell apart, the starlight from the sky illuminated countless time and space.

People suddenly discovered that in their impression, in the past two trillion years, the starry sky above their heads has never been as clear as it is now.

It seemed like it was over.

Although in terms of action, his body is still controlled by the Gestalt, the fact that his consciousness has regained freedom may mean that the situation has improved greatly.

Now, just need to wait for the official broadcast from the Empire to confirm this, and then-

"The highest level of warning information, the Σ unit that emerged from the vesicle has launched an attack on us! The entire empire maintains the highest combat status! Repeat, the entire empire maintains the highest combat status!"

"What?"

The empire's official broadcast rang, but what came out of the broadcast was not a declaration of victory, but a shrill alarm.

"Quickly integrate the fleet and the Void Fortress, and deploy multiple lines of defense along the current empire's territorial boundaries! Note that quadrant constraints will affect the next battle. All participants are requested to revise their understanding immediately!"

“Recalling Narrative Singularity!”

"The location of the main force of Σ has been confirmed, and the possible attack path has been calculated - the range of the defense line has been determined, and the actual defense range has been expanded to three times the theoretical value!"

"The void survey radar array began to search the entire empire - the clutter has been filtered, the search range has been narrowed, and re-scanning has confirmed that some Σ creations are still within the empire, and their main activity areas have been determined!"

"Your Majesty, we have cracked some of the communications between the Σ fleet and found no valuable clues. The analysis data shows that the main emotions transmitted from these communications are regret and hatred - the latter accounts for more than 90%! !”

"Hate" Vidoville chewed the word repeatedly, "The creations of Σ appeared on such a large scale this time. Their actual situation is likely to be more complicated than we imagined. Where they came from is not always possible. Outside the curtain, right? Speaking of which, whether the curtain exists or not, and what the nature of the curtain is, I'm afraid it's not completely certain. Also, where do they come from so much hatred? It's been two trillion years, and this time span is not enough. Get rid of all this hatred?"

"Your Majesty Victorville! The crimson bird is acting abnormally!"

"The Scarlet Bird is currently in the Great Rift. Oh no! That decisive battle flagship!!"

Vidoville was suddenly startled. Just when he fell into thinking, a strange contradictory feeling lingered in his mind - he should aim at a more specific target instead of guarding here. The commanders who still stick to the defense line can be trusted, but who should they target? Why should you target that specific goal? Why should Σ’s decisive battle flagship be regarded as the enemy?

"By splitting the other party's hostility towards itself, it prevents itself from being regarded as an [enemy]. This is the target-side effective system of one of the three major attack mapping splitting systems. The empire's code name is [Command Source]." Vidoville quickly began to calculate. Virtual point coordinates, at the same time, he made a series of guesses based on the current situation.

The Σ decisive battle flagship currently located in the empire should be a decisive battle flagship equipped with a "command source". Compared with the decisive battle flagship equipped with the other two attack mapping split systems, this type may not be so difficult to deal with.

But no matter what, it is also a decisive battle flagship, a top-notch battleship produced by ΣCivilization!

After comparing more information, Vidoville has now further confirmed that the death tide pollution on these Σ creations that emerged from the vesicles is very active, as if they have been contaminated not long ago. If the decisive battle flagships were all polluted at the same time, it would be as if these Σ creations were frozen just after being polluted by the death tide, and it is not until today, two trillion years later, that they have just been thawed.

"The location of the decisive battle flagship has been determined. The calculation of virtual point coordinates is completed - start jumping!"

After a slight buzzing, the Arcane Throne and the Void Matrix disappeared from their original positions.

The dense and dark clouds are spreading, and black lightning is emitted from the depths of the vortex. They spread wildly in the sea of ​​clouds.

Every time the black lightning goes out, the path it takes will be embedded with countless dark spots. These dark spots seem to be nailed into time and space, nailed into the bottom layer of this order structure and generally difficult to shake. The dark spots are breathing. They move according to certain rules and mysterious rhythms. These fluctuations are superimposed on each other and are continuously amplified by the order correction wide-area fusion field.

Countless base stable points are like negatives of the starry sky.

Every time they flash, the space here becomes stronger and harder.

Every time they flash, the rules here become more covariant and stable.

Every time they flashed, it became harder and harder for the crimson bird to flap its wings.

Everything here becomes sticky and chaotic. Every time the bird moves forward and every time it flaps its wings, bright red light will drip from its feathers. These bright red lights will fall into the clouds surrounding the bird and scatter the clouds. The mass corrodes a huge hole, allowing the bird to get some breathing space. But before long, the clouds will come forward again, and they will become thicker and denser than the last time.

Black arrows continued to explode around him, and groups of strange black mist constantly blocked his escape path. As long as some part of the body comes into contact with the black mist, heartbreaking pain will spread throughout the body. All the defense methods that were once used seemed to have lost their effectiveness. Even the red light that could dilute everything seemed unable to shine into the interior of these black fogs.

Condensed by black and red light, it is tracking itself. Billions of scorching lightning bolts are passing through the black fog and are about to envelope itself. Millions of light clusters have already surrounded itself. Between the metaphysical and the physical, there is an invisible The blade is about to strike at the connection between one's own performance and one's actual inner self.

The bird stopped moving forward, and turned its head to look behind it. In its eyes, the decisive battle flagship located in the center of the whirlpool sky was like an eye full of hatred and malice. The flagship was described in the empire's knowledge system. The emblem with a very complex image is now located at the pupil of the eye, staring at him.

A ball of red light condensed on the crimson bird's mouth. The red light ball was like a small sun. However, this red sun is not warm. On the contrary, the closer you get to it, the more empty, lonely and cold you will feel.

Facing the attacks that had surrounded it, the red sun lit in front of the bird's beak suddenly burst out.

The bright crimson light extended in all directions at the same time. The various attacks launched by the decisive battle flagship were enveloped in the red light. They began to dilute and dissipate rapidly. The originally dignified ones were like little drops of ink dripping into the sea. Soon they It was diluted by the sea to the point of leaving no trace.

However, this strong light did not spread very far. The order correction wide-area fusion field has memorized this light group with strong dilution properties. Just like the beating of the heart stimulating the circulation of blood, countless information base stable points began to continuously transmit resonance starting from the decisive battle flagship. The layers of resonance were superimposed. Every point and every cloud seemed to be nested. There are countless shadows.

The red light moved forward in the clouds, but they seemed to be stuck in the mud and quickly lost their power and edge.

"Woo-buzz~~"

Hearing the "screaming sound" that was similar to energy-gathering equipment, but seemed to contain endless hatred, the scarlet bird once again tried its best to cheer up. It suddenly opened its wings, and the originally brilliant tail feathers were broken and shattered section by section. They turned into a bright red streamer and merged into the red sun condensed in front of the bird's beak.

The image of the decisive battle flagship was reflected in the eyes of the giant crimson bird. There was no fear in its eyes, only perseverance.

"Ouch————!!"

Two red lights were excited at almost the same moment, and the Doomsday-Creation carrying an infinite amount of information crashed head-on into the red reality unfolded by the giant crimson bird. In this strange world that was thin enough to dilute the existence of everything. In reality, the power of doomsday-creation also began to gradually weaken. Layers of crystal fragments were peeled off from the outermost layer of the black-red light pillar. These broken crystals scattered into the red reality and were quickly evaporated and blown away.

But achieving this level is not enough.

The black-red light penetrated the obstacle of red reality, and the giant bird's body was penetrated from the front. A bloody mist burst out from the back of the giant bird, and the giant bird's blood spilled into the depths of the cloud. Before being solidified, these warm and solid red lights splashed into the dark clouds, causing a brief "blood rain".

"Not yet. Can't fall down."

The giant bird coughed up several globs of "blood" that had begun to smell like the putrid smell of death. It knows that its body stores a large number of imperial life consciousnesses. These consciousnesses were brought back from various places in the void. Its mission is to take these consciousnesses back and reinstall them into a complete life body, so that these lives can Be able to continue your own story.

If you fall down here, you won't be able to accomplish these things.

"Woo-buzz~~"

The piercing screams once again echoed among the clouds and lightning, and a chaotic extraordinary energy once again appeared at the bow of the decisive battle flagship. The crimson giant bird felt that his entire body was being stared at by cold eyes. It seemed that this time, the decisive battle flagship was going to kill him.

"Woo. Ouch————!!"

The bird used up the last bit of strength in its body, and the crimson reality enveloped the boundless wide-area fusion field of order correction. The clouds were temporarily dispersed, and even the black stable points that were deeply nailed into the foundation of order were turned into The piece was pulled out. In this crimson reality, the will to survive and the encouragement of countless consciousnesses urge the birds to flap their wings once again.

The huge giant bird flew up again. It used all its strength for the last time to try to break through the clouds and rush into the endless void outside the clouds.

However, it cannot find where the boundary of this chaotic time and space is, nor can it find a way to leave here.

Behind him, the killing intent and oppression brought by the black-red light that did not belong to him were rapidly amplifying.

However, when the end of creation was very close to him, the murderous intention and sense of oppression disappeared.

The exhausted bird raised its head feebly, and it suddenly discovered that two giant ships in the shape of flying wings appeared in front of it. A dim film of light tightly wrapped itself up, and those shots were aimed at its own doom. -Creation was blocked by this dim film of light.

The crimson bird wanted to say something else, but before it had time to say anything, its body slammed into a large piece of pale golden ground.

"Can't fall down yet."

The surrounding scenery was covered in pure red, and only the purest crimson remained in the boundless earth and sky.

This is a realm of consciousness created by two people. And now, the two people who created it are supporting each other and staggering forward on the only road in this field.

Thick dark clouds covered the sky. However, although the dark clouds were thick, they still could not stop the bright red in the sky from projecting to the earth through the clouds. Snowflakes began to fall. They were red snowflakes, like the feathers of a bird stained with blood.

The originally rugged road was now covered with a thick layer of snow, making the road in front of the two seriously injured people even more difficult to walk.

Hopkins supported Istana and limped across the road that was already covered with red snow.

The wounds on their bodies had become horrifyingly serious - a huge gash was opened in their chest and abdomen, and from time to time large pieces of red light mixed with pale golden fragments spilled out from the wounds. and smashed to the ground.

"Recruit dead soldiers? Conduct experiments? Your Majesty, we do not object to you conducting these experiments, but we need to inform you two that the empire does not encourage the use of lives for experiments."

".What? Do you need more individuals? Do you need individuals with higher authority levels? Your Majesty, your request is not easy to meet. Although the emperor can issue such an order, you must consider the consequences if you insist on having your own way. , your actions will affect the effect of the Empire Emergence Ceremony."

"Your Majesty, enough is enough! You can no longer conduct these highly dangerous consciousness experiments at the expense of the lives of ordinary citizens! You must stop such experiments! Do you even know what you are doing?!"

"Do you have anything to hide? If so, please speak up quickly! If you don't tell the public the truth, you know what the consequences will be - the people have the power and the power to liquidate you. ! Please stop playing with everyone’s consciousness!”

".Tyrant! Experimenting maniac! Madman!"

"Once upon a time, there was a world that was in a serious crisis. Because of the crisis, that world was about to be destroyed. And among the people in that world, there was a person who had extraordinary abilities. People who were touched by him would be transferred to a naturally beautiful place with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. In the new world, in the original world, this person will die. This person with super powers understands that the world is about to end, so he is racing against the doomsday. He wants to send as many people as possible to safety and peace. new world life”

"In these two worlds, the image of this man is completely different. In the old world, he is regarded as a madman, a murderer, a monster and a public enemy. In the new world, he is regarded as a ferryman, a pioneer and a hero."

The fragments that were originally buried deep in memory are now dancing in my mind. They are connected to each other and connected into long books and pictures. From taking in the body of the Scarlet Bird, to starting to experiment on it, and then progressing to starting to "use any means" on the surface in order to achieve the goal, in the end, I almost had to use an illusory story as the final comfort, in loneliness Get ready for the final part of the book-burning protocol.

This journey is so long.

In the expedition year after the end of the Decision Year, the remaining red reality was once compressed to a very small level, but now, in the consciousness of these two people, the field created by the red reality has been extremely broad and lofty.

"Ah" Istana, who was seriously injured, no longer had the strength to move her steps. Half of her once waterfall-like silver hair had been cut off by Doomsday-Creation, and the remaining part was mixed with her own blood. And stuck together. The burnt clothes clung to the already fragmented body, and with every step she took, those molten parts would tear open the wounds on her body again - she couldn't hold on any longer.

"Istana -" Hopkins, who noticed the sudden change in the feeling on his back, turned around suddenly, and he himself fell to the ground because of this force. He struggled to push himself up and crawled towards his partner who had been with him silently for hundreds of billions of years while trembling. When his hand held her hand that was already so thin that it was sickly, all the memories of hundreds of billions of years seemed to be spread out in front of him at this moment.

From the establishment of the Sky Zone, to the gathering of forces to strangle this bird born from consciousness and red reality, to the attempt to control the body of the Scarlet Bird for a longer-term plan, we have overcome the need to tell ourselves an empty story. The comforting years of loneliness finally fell here in this posture.

"Istana, Istana" Hopkins tried to call her, but she would not respond to him anymore.

"Is it over here?"

Hopkins used all his body strength to hold Istana's inactive "body" into his arms, and heavy snow began to cover their bodies. Under the cover of snowflakes, their scars, tears and blood marks will be gradually covered, and they will disappear until they are completely integrated with everything here, and then their last traces will be erased in the dissipation of this field.

"However, those consciousnesses that are aware of everyone are still here. It is not possible for the time being. There must be a safe new container to take over everyone's consciousness. Otherwise, the efforts will be in vain. No, we can't give up here yet."

Bright red snowflakes sprinkled from the thick clouds, and the snow began to gradually cover up all traces left by the two people. In the icy realm, Hopkins's murmurs became smaller and smaller, more and more vague, and became more and more sparse.

".Will there be any sound here?"

Feeling that he was about to fall asleep, Hopkins reluctantly opened his eyes. He felt that he heard some slight roaring sounds. He didn't know if he heard it wrong, but as the sound got closer and closer, it gradually became louder and louder. When it became clear, he suddenly realized that this was not his illusion.

He turned his head slightly.

Under the blood-red sky, the clouds were torn open with several huge cracks that could be called "open sky". In those cracks, there are several huge rhombus-shaped ships that are slowly descending. In the center of those rhombus-shaped ships, there is a huge cross-shaped bulge.

Behind them, there are more similar-shaped ship shadows approaching here.

Hopkins knew those ship shadows. They were the "Soul-Chasing Ark", one of the three major arks in the empire.

"Okay, okay."

After seeing the giant ships that were gradually landing, Hopkins closed his eyes with satisfaction.

He was truly integrated with this snow scene and this field.