Soul of Burning Steel

Siberia World, the former No. 55 wilderness breeding garden, is now the 'Chariot Plain'.

The sun is rising, bright and warm with the dazzling rays of the summer sun.

The former power user, now the farmer's chariot, watched the sun shine on the swaying wheat fields on the plain, the strong old man raised his hand to block the light from the side, showing an unstoppable smile.

With the passage of time, even the people who lived in endless panic and killing in the past have gradually accepted it and adapted to the situation of the pre-modern world. Chariot got up early before dawn, and finished all the work in the dark with his strong physical fitness.

Fertilizing, watering, pulling out weeds—there is no need to repel insects. The newly reborn Siberia world has no such thing as pests. The old man puts one hand on his waist and holds a sickle in the other to the wheat field in front of him. Gestures, to be honest, ever since the wheat seedlings grew taller, he couldn't hold back his desire to harvest something.

Although it is a bit embarrassing to cut wheat seedlings with enough force to cut the armor plate of the soul puppet, it's okay, isn't it? No matter how boring and boring peace is, it is a thousand times better than passionate war. Smelling the strong smell of fertilizer from the vegetation, the chariot couldn't help but sneezed

"Good guy, it stinks!".

The old man whispered, and then laughed even more heartily.

This plain is called the Plain of Chariots, the entire plain belongs to him, and he also cultivates the entire plain—it sounds unbelievable, but it is actually not the case. With the power of a powerful person, the chariot can only run faster , can plow the field super fast at subsonic speed. His power is greater than the agricultural machines recorded in the history books. As long as the old man is willing, he can sow, plant and harvest the entire plain with his own power.

In fact, that's what he did.

And almost every corner of the entire Siberian world is like this.

When the battle that ended everything ended, the God of Steel from the outside world left this world, and since then, there has been no more oppression, no more fighting, the rebels and the soul puppets temporarily reconciled, and in a mysterious will Under the coordination of the two sides, the two sides each occupy half of the world and live together on this continent.

Using superpowers to cultivate land is not a shameful thing. On the contrary, it is extremely worthy of boasting. The land cultivated by one chariot can supply the food rations of the entire rebel army, and there is a huge For the rest, at most, it only needs to be assisted by a few ability users of the weather control system and the ability users of the land system. That way, everyone else can focus on the important task of recreating civilization.

The master of time did not burn all the books. In fact, basically the most elite thought and technical classics of the pre-Siberian civilization were preserved by him and placed in the underground library of the central spiral tower. In the beginning, all young and potential superpowers began to learn the technology of their ancestors from scratch, trying to make this world a better place.

Compared with the normal extraordinary world, almost all of the generation of intelligent life in the world of Siberia are superpowers. In this way, many things that can only be done by factories or the cooperation of many people, those special extraordinary people It can directly do it for you, metal processing can be handed over to metal and electromagnetic ability users, and the energy source can also be handed over to flame and electrical ability users.

The cooperation of several capable persons can replace some small factories in the past and manufacture high-precision industrial facilities. In addition, powerful superpowers can do more things, such as rationally allocating rainwater and snowfall, providing The most suitable environment is for members of the rebel army to live in, such as chariots. He can cultivate the entire plain by himself, which is something that thousands of farmers in the past may not have been able to do.

Turning the power used for destruction and killing into creation and cultivation, I have to admit that this kind of feeling makes the old man who has fought and killed his entire life feel the place of salvation.

What to plant, what to harvest, to give food to those who need it, to witness a new generation grow up on the ruins of the past, and then turn the wasteland and desert into green fields... It’s a bit embarrassing to say, even if you are seriously injured The old man who can't say a word, actually shed tears when the first batch of grain was harvested last year, which scared the group of former combatants under him to rush forward to ask for their health.

Of course, the old man's tears are not because of sadness, but because of the purest joy.

"Speaking of which, I still have to thank those soul puppets, without them... well, them. Without their help, we would not be able to learn the language of the old Siberians from scratch, and then learn these technologies."

Thinking of this, Chariot couldn't help recalling the negotiations between the soul puppet and the rebels who had no resistance at that time a few years ago. At that time, the soul puppets occupied all the breeding and planting lands in the world, and possessed a complete set of soul-super-power industrialized structure. Wait for others to negotiate.

Chariot still remembered, at that time, the leader of the soul puppet, the girl-shaped soul puppet who looked rather petite.

"Because of the feedback mechanism of emotion, the existence of slowing down the speed of self-improvement is the defective product in the mouth of the ruler."

"We don't want to be a finished product, but we also don't want to be a defective product. We will not forget history, but it will not affect our judgment. People of Siberia, the past is over. I know and understand that you have suffered a lot in our hands. Suffering, so you can choose to take revenge on us - even if it makes no sense - and we will rebel."

"However, if it is possible, as long as you are willing, we can walk into the future together."

future.

Chariot chewed on this word, what a luxurious word it used to be, unattainable.

But now, this is no longer a luxury, every Novosibirsk can get it.

Just like this, the old man sat in the corner of the lush wheat field, on the steps at the door of his hut, and he wiped his forehead with his hands, although there was no sweat on it at all.

The current world of Siberia is beautiful and peaceful, without any wars or disputes, and everyone is working hard for the future—although 80% of the continent is now desolate deserts and stony plains, but With the technology of the soul puppets and the old Siberians, it is only a matter of time before it can be restored to its most beautiful appearance. What's more, some investigators have reported that they discovered several new continents on the other side of the sea, or huge island.

If it doesn't work, just go to those new worlds, it can't be worse than now, right?

Chariot would rather his life be like this

Wasted time——in this golden wheat field, he knew that all his strength would be useless, but it didn't matter at all. Compared with the captain of the rebel army, he would rather be a tanned The bronze-colored old farmer cuts weeds with a sickle and occasionally goes fishing by the sea.

Thinking of such a peaceful and leisurely future, squinting his eyes, the old man smiled on his wrinkled and scarred face, he lowered his head and looked at his gloves.

On the glove, there is a jewel.

Silver gemstone.

Before the God of Steel left, he left behind six gemstones of different colors, each representing a superpower that can be cultivated the day after tomorrow. Among them, silver represents the control of metal, earth and rock, cyan represents the creation of wind, fire and thunder, white represents high-speed vibration, red represents radiation and explosion, while golden gemstones can make people move instantly, and black can create energy-absorbing shields against everything.

This is not an inheritance left to them, but to their descendants. The descendants of these superpowers may not necessarily have superpowers. In this way, those descendants who have no abilities can learn these superpowers to gain power.

Of course, some of their descendants may not even be able to practice this kind of superpower... But this is not important anymore.

Having experienced so much, no one will discriminate against the incompetent.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, descendants who have forgotten the pain will repeat the painful cycle of 'the conflict between the superpower and the incompetent', but even if the conflict breaks out, they will not be destroyed.

Although it is said that human beings are creatures that do not learn from history, they will also be in awe of the possibility of sadness before the memory of the complete destruction brought by the time controller disappears from the history of civilization.

"Chariot, why are you so dazed?"

"Ah, Legion Commander!"

Suddenly, the meditating old man heard a familiar voice, he stood up quickly, and looked towards the path between the fields not far away, where a soul puppet was pushing the wheelchair of a bald old man with handicapped legs.

The chariot rushed to meet him, and he knew that this old guy who looked twenty years older than him, wrinkled, and seemed to be about to die was one of the former legion commanders of their rebel army. And the only one alive.

The chariot took over the wheelchair from the soul puppet, and the soul puppet in the shape of a young black-haired man nodded, then teleported away and disappeared.

The old man pushed another old man and walked among the fields.

"That's it, isn't it?"

Said the former legion leader who seemed to be in a state of retirement for the chariot team sitting in a wheelchair.

This seemingly old man was one of the few people with great superpowers in the entire resistance army. His strength is enough to fight an entire army of soul puppets.

In fact, if he is willing to continue fighting and maintain his prime, then the legion commander can still maintain his youthful body and 100% combat effectiveness for five years.

But once he doesn't fight and the condensed strength slackens, then because of various injuries, he can only live in pain and weakness for more than ten years.

The former legion commander didn't want to live in such a cowardly manner at all. Civilization already had a new hope. He felt that he should die, but many people, including Chariot, tried their best to persuade him.

"You should see it! At least the new beginnings of our civilization!"

"As you once said, death is just an easy farewell, but only by persisting in living is the greatest courage!"

Countless people sincerely prayed, which filled the head of the army with courage, and he insisted on surviving—although it was indeed painful and weak, but he knew that everyone was right. After all, who wouldn't want to witness the future? Who has the right to arbitrarily give up their right to survive, so that the efforts of all those who are fighting for it will fall short?

-Survival is not a birthright, but the spoils of forgotten heroes snatched from an indifferent world

Even if the giant gods from beyond the sky came and defeated the master of time, that was the reason why the resistance army persisted in the endless cycle. If they didn't wait for the god of steel, then they would also continue to resist until they were destroyed. Or hope to come.

"That's it, isn't it?"

Pushing a small wheelchair, the chariot stared at the golden eyes and the wheat fields ahead, and he whispered: "All we want to see is really beautiful."

"Ah, you brat, stop talking about that."

The ex-legion commander who just ran over to see his old friend narrowed his eyes slowly. He smiled and said insincerely, "A stinky wheat field? Do you think this ass field looks good? This is not what I want to see! I want to see the scenery in ten years, I want to see them build a huge city, taller than the previous tower... Ouch!"

"What are you thinking about? Why don't you think about it? Why don't you practice the inheritance left by the God of Steel and live for hundreds of years!"

The chariot patted the opponent's bald head without hesitation, and immediately, the two old men laughed.

The laughter is full of joy, joy, and after all the hard work, the incomparably complicated emotions and tears.

And at the same time.

center of the world.

In the depths of the ruins of the spiral tower that has become a restricted area.

A petite soul puppet walked slowly on the gray ground full of fine dust, but no matter how soft the sand was, her feet would not touch any dust.

Soon, this soul puppet came to the center of the restricted area, a place of decisive battle full of violent energy radiation.

Here, the God of Steel from the outside world fought a decisive battle with the Time Master. The former won, while the latter was wiped out here.

Little by little, approaching the center of the decisive battle in the past, the soul puppet who appeared in the image of a girl was expressionless, but his heart became more and more turbulent.

"dominate."

She looked at the constantly jumping energy spectrum in front of her, and the petite soul puppet thought: "I think we know the meaning of our lives."

The soul golem was born to exist for you, to die for you. But whether it is for faith or for other reasons, you have not sacrificed us, you have not given up on us, you have reincarnated time after time, and you have not thrown us away as a burden.

Some people think that's just what you need our beliefs to be, but is that really the case? You would rather die yourself, denouncing us as defective, and cut us off from you.

It shouldn't be.

We should have a share of your sins. If you want to be destroyed because of this, we should also go back. You gave us life, and we should use life to exchange for your greatest benefit. Even if my existence can only It makes sense to provide even the tiniest sliver of progress for your plans.

But you, you don't.

The soul puppet came to the very center of the decisive battle. The girl-like puppet raised its head and looked at the noon sun. The gray dust and abnormal radiation scattered its eyes and turned them into a somewhat gloomy gray light.

"You long for a world without sorrow and war."

The soul puppet who had accompanied Fatlolvi through three hundred and twenty world line changes whispered to himself: "What you long for is just this, nothing but peace and happiness."

But this purest desire is distorted by extreme hatred. You forget your original intention and fall into madness. You are tortured for torture, and you cannot escape from this whirlpool of sorrow.

But, my master.

"I will make it happen for you, even if you can no longer see it, you can no longer confirm it, but I will do it, I will make this world you once hated and loved into a galaxy , the most praiseworthy star."

"I hope that at that time, you can forget all this and, as an ordinary person, live a life full of love and hope without hatred or sorrow in this beautiful world."

The soul puppet squatted down slowly.

In the very center of the old battlefield, the land illuminated by gray eyes.

There, there is a small, unremarkable tomb.

There is an epitaph inscribed in regular old Siberian language on it.

【Father, Mother, Sister, Me】

A small, colorful spiritual crystal is inlaid on it.

During the negotiations, the Rebels did not demand that the humble tombstone be destroyed.

"Is this enough?" A member of the rebel army asked in confusion.

The answer is enough.

——This sad tomb will become the most hated, disgusting, and saddest end and beginning of their new civilization... Want to be forgotten? Don't think about it! Fatlolvi——you will become the saddest eternity, recorded on the first page of the history book of the new Siberia civilization, and become an eternal warning for future generations!

And just as the chariot and the former army commander shuttled through the golden wheat field.

Just when the petite soul puppet stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the colorful spiritual crystals.

With a slight sound that seemed to penetrate the whole world, the whole world began to tremble slightly.

A silver beam of light descended from the sky.

Crystal obelisks, with the tacit consent of the steel python, descended across borders through the medium left by a certain existence!

It can be seen that on the continent of Siberia, the six gemstones are shining with infinite light. They are like six transmitters, providing the most accurate coordinates for the appearance of the obelisks.

"This, what is this!?!"

In the field, the chariot and the former legion leader were stunned. They watched the silver gemstone on the chariot suddenly shoot out a ray of light, and then this ray of light appeared in a wheat field not far away. Tall silver crystal obelisk!

If that's the case, it's nothing. Anyway, the two old men have experienced countless battlefields and have seen a lot. But then, the projections of strange creatures suddenly appeared in the surrounding open space from these obelisks. among.

These projections all look like wild beasts. In the dark, the chariot and the former legion commander know that these are not intelligent life, but a kind of creature that is good for the ecological cycle and can adapt to the local environment—— The world of Siberia is a wasteland that has gone through thousands of years. Basically all wild animals have long been extinct, and the remaining farmed creatures do not have any useful power for the natural environment, but the creatures in this projection can do just that , they can open up wilderness, spread seeds, promote plant growth, and purify air and water.

At the same time, not only the chariot and the head of the legion, but also other rebels, other soul puppets, and the girl puppets who were at the center of the former battlefield also stood up, and she heard it.

They heard it.

In the galaxy across the void and countless worlds, there is a desolate horn sounding, it can be heard through the darkest turbulence, through all the dead ruins and dead dreams, it is full of anger, but also full of The voice of encouragement is echoing in the entire galaxy of the world.

"Wake up—losers who are long dead!"

"At this moment, it is time to regain glory!"

They heard it.

In the deserts and fields of the world of Siberia, they heard it.

The remnants and powerhouses of the Calliss world, as well as the silver goblins floating in the flower fields raised their ears, and the dragonmen and the ancient dragon of Thunder in the Kronos world also woke up, and they heard it.

In the silence of the Bloodmoon Abyss, the gigantic figure of light heard it.

The shadow standing alone in the sixth abyss, Goliath, the king of all demons, also heard it.

In a hundred other silent places, in thousands of other silent places, in the deepest part of the darkest abyss, all the former losers heard this voice, this battle cry, this encouraging voice excitation.

Then, one by one, with a fiery glare, with a sparkling silver brilliance, the crystal obelisks began to glow, brighten, and all projections began to fill.

They began to wake up and make noises.

Then respond to the call of the desolate horn, and roar unwillingly toward the future.

A new volume, a new beginning.

Friendly reminder, this volume is very long, it may be the longest volume of this book, don’t say I’m watery