MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1591 temporarily alone

Cecil's five years, the last week of the harvest month, Noy and Loren ushered in the last super-light communication between the two civilizations before the arrival of the magic tide.

When the giant sun in the Sorin region rose to the highest point in the sky, the leaders of every country in the Loren Alliance connected to the listening port of the communication link. Four light-years away, the wise man and leader of the Noi people They are also connected to their data network.

On behalf of the two civilizations, one is still Gawain, and the other is the "witch" Nova.

For this special day, Gawain even left Cecil City and personally came to the command center of the Thorin Giant Tree. He will complete the last dialogue with the Noi people in this hall that has played an extremely important historical mission. From a practical point of view, it will not have any impact on the communication flow between the two civilizations, but as a mortal, you always have to pursue this or that symbolism.

In the Sorin command hall, all the operating seats are full, all the control terminals are on standby, the flickering runes and magic glow are flowing quietly on the magic metal belts on the walls and roofs, and a demon The network terminal lights up one after another with a low humming sound, and the "mind hub" pillar directly connected to the computing center is standing quietly in the center of the hall. Facilities such as the center are connected.

A strangely solemn and silent atmosphere enveloped this huge place, and the operators in front of each seat sat in their seats with an almost solemn attitude, although maintaining a super-light communication did not require so many operators on duty at the same time. , but on today's special day, "presenting" itself is their duty, and Gawain is sitting on the platform where Bertila's avatar is on weekdays. He is calmly watching the holographic projection in front of him, Watch the numbers above jump a little bit.

Bertila stood quietly beside Gawain, her perception extended along the huge nervous system to the canopy of the Thorin giant tree, she listened to the huge antenna array buzzing softly in the wind, and after a certain buzzing , the familiar and gentle tremor four light years away finally appeared in the atmosphere. The greeting arrived on time.

"Received the Noy communication signal." Bertila said immediately, and this seemed to be a switch. The hall that was in a stagnant state became busy in an instant. The translation auxiliary array began to automatically record those that have been entered into the database due to frequent use. The information was translated into Noy's common text, and the recording device began to perform the file retention operation. The holographic projection in front of Gao Wen trembled slightly, and the clear text appeared in front of him: "Noy called Loren and we are all well."

"Loren is very happy to hear your voice when he received the call," Gawain took a breath and said with a slight smile, "This will be our last communication before the arrival of the magic tide."

"Yes," the text on the holographic projection paused here, and then the message continued, "No matter what the result is, we are very happy to meet friends like you in this long watch. Lun is regarded as an eternal ally, and our bond will be as strong as blood kin across the stars until time and fate end us."

"The same is true for us. The encounter with you will be the most valuable harvest of the Loren civilization since its birth and development," Gawain said slowly, "Are you all ready?"

"We have done everything we can to do our best. Calculated in Loren's time, it took the Noi people fourteen hundred years to face this apocalypse, and the last In the days, there is nothing waiting for us to complete," the characters on the holographic projection jumped, "We have stopped now, the wise and the elders are waiting for the challenge in peace and calm. In other words, the spear and shield are already in hand, and the rest... just wait for the enemy to come to the door."

Afterwards, the message of "Witch" Nova paused for a moment, and new content came: "How about you? Friends, where are your preparations? When the magic tide comes to Noi, the time is left for you. ... not much more."

"We have completed the solution and injection of the final key at the data level, the preparations for the activation of the planetary shield have also been completed, and now only the construction work in space is left. This work will be one or two It will end within the month," Gawain said calmly, "after you start to face the magic tide, Loren will complete all the preparations as planned, don't worry about us, everything is going according to the schedule, even a little bit. in advance."

"Then, I wish you all the best," on the holographic projection, the message from Nova "The Witch" was refreshed line by line, "We will wait for this storm to end under the protection of the Mind Unification Field, and look forward to communicating with you again after the restoration of communication. The day you were in touch."

As the "Witch" Nova said just now, all efforts have been exhausted. In the past few days, Loren and Noy have completed the handover of all data, and the two cannot touch each other. Civilization has come to this moment hand in hand with the continuous communication waves of super-light speed. With the magic tide coming to Noi in the last ten hours, both sides have nothing more to do. Today's last contact Nor is it to exchange any important technical information, but more like a goodbye.

Goodbye is for the next meeting, good night is to welcome the next dawn together.

"Received image data." Bertila said suddenly, and then the data processing equipment in the hall began to work. In front of Gawain, a picture gradually emerged from the holographic projection. It was blurry at first, but soon became clear. , he saw a land he had never seen before, with verdant mountains rolling in the distance, wide rivers flowing over the plains from the mountains, and a sun much smaller than the great sun of Loren shining on the earth , the strange alien city shines like a jewel in the sun on the plain at the foot of the mountain.

A line of text appeared below the picture: "After a few years, you are welcome to come here as guests."

"Send them the image of the Thorin Giant Tree," Gawain pondered for a while, then turned to Bertiera and said, "We first greeted them here, so we'll welcome them here."

After a period of time, the video data was sent, and the reply from Nova the "Witch" quickly appeared in front of Gawain: "It's really amazing! I've heard your description of the 'Thorin Giant Tree', but I haven't Thinking that she is so amazing, a whole city is just a corner under her feet... Lady Bertiera's 'body' is this giant tree, isn't it?"

"Yes, this is a 'miracle' left after resisting a certain divine disaster," Gawain laughed. "One day, we also welcome you here as guests. Bertila will welcome you here."

"We are looking forward to that day, witch," Nova said, and then she paused for a moment, "So now, the planned communication content has ended, but this channel will remain connected until the moment when the magic tide interferes with the super-light communication. ."

"The Loren super-light communication array will also remain on standby until the communication is automatically interrupted," Gawain nodded lightly, "Just take a break, Miss Nova."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Leader, and look forward to contacting you next time."

…

The setting sun is gradually approaching the earth, standing on the canopy of the Solin giant tree, you can see that nearly a quarter of the magnificent giant sun has sunk under the layers of branches and leaves on the edge of the canopy, the orange-red sunset glow. It spread all the way along the edge of the tree canopy, and looking from a distance, it was like that round of sunset lit the horizon, and spread an illusory fire on the top of the giant tree.

Gawain came to the top of the canopy of the Thorin Giant Tree. He stepped on the huge leaves as solid as the earth, and the towering antenna array whimpered slightly in the wind behind him. In this place far from the earth, even the summer wind is particularly special. It was cool, and in this pleasant wind, there were also some unnamed birds that made their homes on the top of the giant tree. They flew from afar in the afterglow of the sunset, and disappeared deep in the crevices at the edge of the canopy in the blink of an eye.

Gawain suddenly thought that for these birds, the giant Thorin tree was their safe haven. Before night fell, these little creatures who received shelter would all return to their lair. As far as people are concerned, the protection of nature is no longer enough to continue the ethnic group and civilization. If all living beings want to survive in this world, they can only build their own shelter.

He raised his head and looked for the starry sky in the increasingly dim light, but at the moment when dusk came, even the brightest stars in the sky were still hidden in the brilliance brought by the sun.

The sound of the rubbing of branches and leaves came from the side, and Bertila's figure condensed from a group of vines. She strolled to Gawain's side, looking up in the same direction, and after a long time, she raised her hand and pointed. Looking at a place in the sky: "The constellation Frostbita is in this direction, and next to the brightest star is the place where the Noi people live. But I can't see it yet."

"I know, after all, the sun hasn't set yet." Gawain nodded.

At this time, Bertiera seemed to suddenly remember something: "You know what? When we first knew that our observation device was unable to obtain correct parameters due to the interference of the sun, many people even began to hate this giant sun, a curse. The atmosphere of the sun and lamenting the future even appeared in some of the scholars' ranks."

"...Not so much to hate this giant sun, but rather to hate that fate is full of malice, that fate arranges us to live on a satellite orbiting a gas giant planet," Gao Wen smiled and shook his head, "But this hate What's the point of meaning? The giant sun is not malicious, without its existence, our planet would not even have the chance to give birth to life, and this world is not malicious, it just exists and operates like this."

"Who doesn't know this truth?" Bertila seemed to smile, "But when faced with the hopeless and arrogant darkness, how many people can stay sober like you, without resenting the injustice of fate? It’s human nature.”

Gawain just smiled, but did not speak again.

In the final analysis, human nature cannot withstand too many tests at the individual level, but survival is composed of continuous tests, which is doomed to setback and temporary sinking will be a normal state among mortal groups, but the pride of civilization and the This is where the preciousness lies

Although there are always people left behind, although there are always people who fall under the test, choose to retreat or fall into darkness under pressure, there are always individual flaws and failures, but as a group, as a whole, it is always tenaciously trying to survive down. Sometimes you feel that the world is full of mud, that there are people around you who are stupid, that life is dark and light is hard to find, but from the perspective of a group, standing on a longer time span, things are not so bad.

Those who were left behind for a short time are now following up, and those who were temporarily depressed are now cheered up. Those who once cursed the sun and bemoaned their fate under great pressure have never really withdrawn from this contest against the end of the world. Gradually sinking into the giant sun below the horizon, its sinking is part of a natural cycle, the night club covers the earth, but it always rises again.

In the command hall, the countdown that represents the Noi Demon Tide is gradually coming to an end, but in a calm communication channel, the voice of "Witch" Nova suddenly came: "I'm looking at your star, it So bright."

Another avatar of Bertila was staying in the hall on standby. When she saw this sentence, she said, "This is Bertila. I thought you were going to rest."

"Ah, it's Ms. Bertiera," Nova responded quickly, "I said that the witch will not be tired, and I have nothing to do. When the magic tide comes, this voyager satellite will protect My mind, but the communication between me and the surface will also be temporarily interrupted, although they sent me a lot of things to kill time, but I think... My favorite is to study the countless stars here. I will Those who often look to your side are here waiting to hear your voices."

"So that's how it is," Bertila thought thoughtfully, then she glanced at the countdown next to her and said, "By the way, Nova, there is still a little time, I have something I want to give you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"It's a poem. I want to give it to you and your tribe, as the sailor left us on this planet. As a civilization that has also inherited some heritage from the sailor, I think it will be beneficial to both of us. It all makes sense."

Bertila said slowly, and then she recalled the short poem. A look back left by the sailor 1.8 million years ago turned into a message flowing in the sea of ​​​​stars four light years ago.

"...don't indulge in this illusory quiet night...the night will be broken eventually...

"...don't indulge in your warm cradle...the cradle will one day overturn...

"...don't sleep in the shelter of the mind...the shelter of the mind will become an unbreakable shackle sooner or later...

"Let's go, before the stars twinkle, go, before the long night ends...

"If you don't start soon, the day will come..."

The equipment in the hall was humming, and Bertila quietly listened to the "sound" from the antenna array. After a while, a message from the other side of the Xinghai appeared on the holographic projection in front of her: "Thank you, really Okay."

Countdown to zero.

At the top of the canopy of the giant tree of Thorin, the last ray of light in the sky finally sank below the horizon, the cloud-like crown rising from the edge of the sun wheel turned into a phantom left in the retina, and the quiet night wind blew from the direction of the plain. Come, and in the night wind, the towering antenna array finally gradually returned to silence.

Gawain stared at the night in front of him, and Bertila's voice came from his ear: "Communication with Noy has been interrupted."

(It's about to be finished, it's about to be finished =. =)