Soul of Burning Steel

—Mom, I want to go home!

Although he really wanted to be calm and pretend to be indifferent, in the final analysis, Kreiler was still an ordinary twenty-year-old young man.

Rebellion against Amos the Great—the super strong man who could fight Marshal Radcliffe for days and nights without stopping? Elma wanted to die, but he didn't want to! If it was worth dying, for example, sacrificing for the world of Mycroft, then he might have gritted his teeth and sacrificed, but this kind of death due to an internal rebellion of a foreign race... is meaningless!

Kreiler still remembers that when he was in the fleet, he vaguely saw the battle scene coming from afar—under the battle of the Marshal, the Great Emperor, and the Patriarch, one after another, the star fields were shattered, and the planets turned into nothingness like dust. , even the stars are nothing more than a larger source of energy, and the world crumbles like biscuits... Rebelling against such a powerhouse?

Huh... Kreiler really misses his mother's pork noodles in his hometown.

All in all, when he realized that things were slipping into an abyss that he could not control at all, Kreller could no longer hold back his face of pretending to be calm. He could only cover his face with his hands, and tremblingly said to Elma in a crying tone. : "Well, can I not participate in this matter? Can you send me back? If you really want to, uh, rebel, it must be more convenient to join our Mycroft... I mean, this matter Can you think about it in the long run?"

"Okay, it's no problem to send you home."

But unexpectedly, Elma nodded decisively. This alien life that mimicked the appearance of a human female agreed very readily, which immediately suffocated Kreiler's breath and filled her with hope, but then , this hope disappeared quickly, because the calm mental fluctuations sounded: "But not now. Some time ago, there was a change in the royal court, and now it is in a state of martial law throughout the whole territory. It would be fine if I was alone, but if you want to bring It will be very troublesome for you, those hunters can easily smell the wave of any non-Amos soul."

As she spoke, Elma looked Kreiler up and down, 'squinting her eyes' in a humane way: "—Of course, this is not absolute for me. It's just that you have to do one thing for me before I'm willing to Pay the price and send you away."

really?

Kreiler, who was still crying, immediately regained his spirits and recovered. He knew that when the most important thing came, the other party deliberately rescued him, communicated in a pleasant manner, and even told him that he was going to rebel against Emperor Amos, then there was absolutely no reason to let him go so easily—let’s not talk about it Whether the other party will keep his promise after finishing the work, now he can only cooperate.

Thinking of this, Kreiler couldn't help asking: "What exactly is that?"

Elma couldn't help but take a serious look at Kreiler in front of him, and it found that the psychological quality of the human individual in front of him was surprisingly good. Not everyone can quickly wake up from the long-term soul slumber, accept the current situation immediately, and try to fight for opportunities and control their own destiny. Although it is said that Kreller will indeed show some dejected behaviors, in essence, this is an emotional ups and downs that no creature can avoid.

After all, that was Emperor Amos—it would be strange if he wasn't afraid, but it would be better to say that Kreller's behavior was normal.

And the heartlessness that can quickly recover from negative emotions is also a very important advantage, which means that his inner essence is very strong, at most his outer shell is a bit brittle.

"It's really simple."

After mental scanning, after confirming that Kreiler did not have any other thoughts, Elma raised her hand and could see that the translucent tentacles that made up its body began to emit faint blue light, accompanied by a small-scale teleportation Undulating, a small box just appeared in its hands.

Putting the box on the slowly protruding bone plate in front of her body, Erma's expression became dignified, and she slowly opened the box, revealing the essence of the things stored in it.

Kreil looked up curiously, and then he saw a silver light.

It looked like a beam of light, but in fact it was a real 'substance' of transparent matter. It was placed in a rectangular bone box about fifteen centimeters long and seven centimeters wide, filled with Every vacancy in the box.

Staring at the small beam of light in the box, an extremely familiar aura rushed towards his face. Kleil blinked and looked at the light in shock. He raised his head and stared at Erma in front of him in astonishment. He whispered subconsciously: "Do you know what this is?!"

"I know, it's part of the exchange system terminal that your Mrs. Micro is spreading in the multiverse."

Treating the box in her hand like a treasure, and placing it safely on the bone table, Elma raised her head, looked at Kreiler, and said calmly: "According to the propaganda of your Mycroft civilization, and everyone who has used this thing Judging from racial feedback, this exchange terminal contains most of the knowledge and technology of your Mycroft civilization, and its advanced level even surpasses ours... I have worked hard and paid a huge price to get from In the hands of a small civilization, get a small part of this repair terminal."

"You want to obtain the knowledge and technology to use it against Emperor Amos?"

Kreller couldn't help raising his voice: "Are you sure?"

——This eldest sister... Maybe it's the big brother. It's hard to guess the gender of the alien life, maybe it doesn't have a gender... Anyway, this guy named Erma has something wrong with his head, right? !

Leaving aside the inexplicable rebellion against Emperor Amos, just repairing the beam of light, the exchange system... This kind of thing is in Kreiler's memory, but it is a legendary creation made by Generalissimo Radcliffe himself! The power and technology contained in it are simply beyond the reach of ordinary legends!

Elma's strength seems very mysterious, but it definitely has not reached the legendary realm, at most it is a relatively strong ultimate intention, what does it use to crack it, and what confidence does it have?

"Yes."

Elma didn't hide her purpose at all, she said bluntly: "Although there is still an insurmountable distance between me and the earth, I believe that if I can get the knowledge to restore the beam of light, the possibility of success in the rebellion is at least It will go from one in a trillion to two in a trillion, and as long as it is possible to improve, I will try to do it."

"It's just that your Madam Micro has set extremely strict authority settings for the exchange of beams of light. The restoration beams given to each race can only be used by Mrs. Micro and each race itself. The part of the exchange of beams I obtained at a heavy price is passed on. After giving me a small part of the basic information of 'Mycroft Common Language' and 'Mycroff Civilization', they never responded to my call. Coincidentally, I just picked you up, and you are a pure-blooded Mike Mrs. Luo."

Having said that, Elma nodded slightly, and said proudly: "I have successfully copied your body through the information about your bloodline recorded in the sphere that preserves your soul, revived you, and even brought you back to life." Optimized it again... And I will send you out of the scope of the royal court in the future, and give you the path back to the sphere of influence of the Mycroft civilization, but before that, you must help me extract the relevant knowledge in the exchange beam of light. It's a deal and a contract."

Hearing this, Kreiler understood.

The other party intends to use him as a transfer point for extracting data, and he will be responsible for exchanging it, and then hand it over to the other party.

This kind of thing, in fact, has been thought of by Mycroft for a long time. The exchange system and the repair beam of light are strictly corresponding to the corresponding race, and the exchange personnel will be tested before the exchange to see if they have suffered from mind manipulation and modified cognitive organs. It can directly detect the fluctuation of the soul, and analyze whether it is voluntary or not.

If it is not voluntary, then I am sorry, the exchange system does not serve. If you want to use it strong, you can try to see if your fist broke first, or this seemingly weak repair light beam broke first?

By the way, in the current combat record, the restoration of the beam of light wins all.

"...I can cooperate."

After thinking for a while, Kreiler pondered: "Even if you are deceiving me, I actually have no other choice... But, can I know why you rebelled against 'Amos the Great'? I don't know the reason, I have no choice Believe you with all your heart, or believe your lies."

—He is the supreme power of your race.

Thinking of this in his heart, Kreller raised his head. This black-haired young man who was born in the empire was extremely serious.

He is Mrs. Micro, who was born after Emperor Israel achieved the legend. His childhood was spent in black tide attacks again and again. He grew up under the protection of countless empire soldiers—the priest of the church opened a school, Let him learn to read, the emperor of the imperial capital reduced taxes, and the new policy allowed him to join the army to support himself. He got the opportunity to become a supernatural person because of the "Alien Exploration Plan" set by Master Nostradamus. Earl de Cliffe's banner undergoes training.

Kreller has seen many strong people sacrifice to protect the Mycroft civilization, the Seven Gods, Pope Eagle, Master Barnier, and Ms. Faina, some guard their homes, and some cross the endless void with many soldiers, Coming to a distant place - he really couldn't imagine why a civilized individual would want to rebel against the strong in that civilization. In his cognition and common sense, every strong man is a hero, and every strong man is a hero. They are extremely great people. They advance and retreat with civilization. Kreller can't think of a reason why he should fight against them, even if this is a hostile race that wants to rebel against a hostile powerhouse.

Therefore, the young human youth watched the life in the other world, and Kleil watched Erma seriously, waiting for the other party's reply.

Noticing Kreiler's expression, Erma blinked her eyes—her mimicry looks more and more like a human being—the Amos was silent for a while, and then asked abruptly: "Mike Rove's little guy, what's your name?"

"Kreiler." Kreiler replied immediately. Originally, there were only the two of them in the whole room at this time, and it was better to use spirit communication, 'you and me', but if the other party wanted to know his name, he also Will not refuse.

"Very good, Kreller."

Sitting on the chair, Elma crossed her legs and said calmly, "Did you know that the war between Amos Royal Court and Thakur Oblivion Order has lasted for 14,000 years?"

Noticing Kreiler's shocked eyes, Erma shook her head slightly, and then continued to calmly say: "It seems that you understand this concept. Fourteen thousand years, thousands of generations of time, the only purpose of our civilization is to To overwhelm, destroy another powerful civilization.

"We cut back on food and clothing, frugal on food and expenses, we invested our bones and blood, sharpened our hands and feet, we burned the world and the stars, and invested the limited time of countless people's lives into this endless bottomless pit - all of this has already happened. It lasted fourteen thousand years."

Speaking of this, Elma smiled indifferently: "But there is nothing wrong with it. The emperor is right. If a civilization does not have a strong opponent, it will soon degenerate into a weak one - but the problem is that , our civilization has not become stronger for a long time.”

"Wang Ting's technology has been stagnant for many years - the last revolutionary technological advancement, 'Instantaneous Transition to Non-Vulnerable Hyperspace', was already 1,270 years ago."

Erma's tone was still calm, but Kreiler could sense the slight anxiety and sorrow coming from the other party's mental fluctuations. Amos continued: "Even the victory of the war is...whether it is victory or Failure, we have not achieved it for a long time, we have been deadlocked with the religious order for nine hundred years, the struggle between us has even changed from a hot war to a cold war, we have expanded our armaments, built fortresses, and established hyperspace containment devices at the border , we're facing each other across the border, but we haven't had an all-out war in a long time."

Having said that, there is silence.

After a long time, Elma slowly opened her mouth and continued: "We have stopped progressing. The process of civilization and race living in the multiverse is sailing against the current. If we don't advance, we will go backwards."

Kreiler frowned, staring at the alien creature in front of him, and Erma also raised her head, 'looked' at Mrs. McRoe, and she said softly: "I can't accept that our civilization is gradually becoming weak, we must be strong, Always be strong, otherwise, we are sorry for the bones buried by us, whether they are compatriots or enemies."

- So, I want to reverse all this.

"After I made up my mind, I chose to become a 'scientific research individual', determined to serve the royal court with my talents, open the prelude to a new era with brand-new technology, and start a technological revolution. But the war did not start, and the research and development momentum gradually dropped. , my funds are always being embezzled, and I am not a thousand-year-old peerless genius who can only spend a hundred years. Except for a small development in biotechnology, I have almost no achievements. I just feel that I am useless. It's just rubbish."

"Afterwards, I learned from the painful experience and realized that only strength can gain the right to speak, so I chose to change my job to become a 'combat individual', determined to use my own force to expel aliens, break the balance, wipe out the Thakur Annihilation Order, and then make the country stable and civilization glow Brand new spirit. However, instead of becoming a 'general' (the name of the legendary class in the royal court), I will end up as an ant. I have touched that boundary, but my heart has never been able to stabilize. I can only hover on the edge and wait... I have always There is no way to rely on my own strength to reverse the overall situation of civilization, and it feels like everything is fate."

"In the end, I was still struggling. I became a 'universal entity', wandering the entire royal court territory, solving all the problems I could. I saw the suffering that our civilization was undergoing-the increasingly harsh Newborn policy, civilian facilities that have not been repaired for thousands of years, and dilapidated spiritual construction-so I am determined to help every Amos I meet, and I want to reduce suffering by one point, but manpower is limited , How vast is the royal court, if I can help one place, how can I help all of them?"

"If anyone can, then only the 'Great Emperor'."

After the long mental fluctuations ended, Elma raised her head, and she murmured in a complicated tone: "Three hundred years have passed, and I began to think and summarize our civilization."

"What is the result of the summary?"

Kreller couldn't help asking about the result. He and Erma were connected with each other, and he could directly feel the confusion and sorrow of the other party. This was true and not a lie.

"We are not wrong."

"No mistake?!" Mycroft's young captain opened his eyes wide, only feeling incredible: "This is also called right?!"

In his opinion, the social structure of the Royal Court of Amos can be said to be wonderful—one that divides the entire population into 'scientific individuals', 'combat individuals' and 'universal individuals', and all policies are for war and for the emperor A civilized structure produced by personal selfish desires, is this still called nothing wrong?

"It's not wrong." Elma lowered her head, and she glanced at Kreil lightly: "It's us who are wrong, and the emperor himself."

"Our 'Amos Royal Court Civilization' is built on the body of the Great Emperor. We are carried by the Great Emperor on his back. He drags us forward, so we move forward, and if He stops, we also go forward. We stopped. Those of us who are the weak who are being carried by others have no way to change the strong who have stopped."

Hearing this, Kreiler had roughly guessed what Elma was really thinking. He swallowed and said in a low voice, "So, you decide..."

"Yeah, so I decided to rebel."

Elma crossed her fingers and put them on her lower abdomen. At this time, she looked like a woman with translucent skin, the Amosian, and said in a low voice: "I want to find a chance to break away from the royal court of Amos." .We Amos must leave and become an independent civilization, instead of being carried on the back by the Great Emperor and being dragged forward forever by the weak.”

"The emperor blocked all disasters for us, and we only need to pay our lives - this deal is too unfair. Even if we Amos die, we must have our own consciousness and faith to 'sacrifice' I can accept that I sacrifice my life for civilization, but I cannot accept that I am a tool of the Great Emperor, a soldier of the Great Emperor, a chess piece for the Great Emperor to play the 'civilization game', so I should die like that!"

Speaking of this, Erma's tone gradually became agitated, and she could see her humanized joints turning white, and the substantive magical fluctuations lingering all over her body, Amos said word by word: "We can fight, we can sacrifice , but this is fighting and sacrificing for the advancement of civilization, not for an order from the emperor!"

"We are all Amos—although we are not as strong as the emperor now, who knows in the future? We can enshrine the emperor as emperor, but that doesn't mean he can regard us as slaves of chess pieces!"

At this moment, Kreller, who was connected with Erma, seemed to be able to hear a voice.

——We are all strong! We are not playthings, not 'the pitied'! We are not the low-Amos people of the past, who would rather die than the future!

The strong will not be willing to be led by others. They all have extreme self-confidence and self-esteem. They may respect another stronger strong and keep chasing each other's footsteps, but they will never willingly rush to the other. under him.

"I alone is not enough... I may not be stupid, I am still a genius, but I am definitely not that genius, so I need external force, I need your Madam Micro's exchange system, and I need your technology."

Erma stood up slowly, and she walked in front of Kreiler. The Amos man stood calmly in front of him: "Kreiler, I need your help."

This is not a begging, nor an order, but a kind of absolute equality and absolute mutual respect.

It's a deal, a contract.

One room, two people, hearts in communication, sincerity without lies: this is a place where there is absolutely no need to lie, and a place where no one lies.

——I help you, revive you, send you back to your hometown, and even help you become stronger, and you have to help me, help me obtain information and knowledge, and help me go further on the road of "rebellion".

In response, Kreller took a deep breath. He lowered his head.

At this moment, the young captain thought of many things... He thought of Marshal Radcliffe, and many other legendary powerhouses.

He recalled the fire that happened in the Black Forest in his hometown a long time ago. He thought of Joshua, who was watching the world-shattering Joshua in the distance with "worship eyes". He remembered his thoughts at that time—that It is the extreme admiration and awe of the legendary strongman Joshua van Radcliffe.

But this is wrong.

We can respect, we can chase, we can want to be strong.

However, we cannot worship.

Because worship is the farthest distance from understanding, if you want to become an independent strong and independent individual in the future, you must not "worship" them, but believe in them, follow them, and become them.

"Yes."

Kreller whispered to himself: "I can also become a legend, just like you want to rebel—maybe the possibility is extremely low, only one in a trillion, but you must act, from zero to trillionth One, this is infinite progress ... and this is also a kind of rebellion."

Against inferiority, against impossibility, against being smart, denying one's own future rebellion!

Kreil raised his head, and he also stood up—because of the mismatch between soul and body, the severe pain struck again, but at this time Kreile didn't care anymore. He looked at Elma and said seriously: "In front of you is an abyss."

"Then what can I do?"

Amos stretched out her hand, and she said as a matter of course, "Even in the face of the abyss, I refuse to give in."

"Emperor Amos made our civilization and our race grow into such a shape. Each of us is a strong man selected from the bones of countless compatriots, so we are born like this."

"This is the nature of our civilization and our race. We pursue strength and victory, and we can only be strong and only victorious-our nature is like this. The harder it is, the more challenges we face, the more powerful we are, the more we look forward to it."

——Even if it is crushed by the Great Emperor and thrown into his Nebula Reactor, even if I am just a knife on the cutting board, it is better than giving up and praying to the 'impossible'—we Amos can pulsate together Heartbeating stone, ruthless, surly and cruel, even if it is a white knife to the throat, he will never give up!

"Could it be that our Mrs. McCrowe's nature is cowardly?"

Kreiler sneered, even if his character is not strong, and he is often depressed, recalling the meals of his mother in his hometown - but out of pride in his own civilization and pride in his own race, he will never bow his head at this time : "Then, I will help you - the possibility of one in a trillion is enough, as long as it is doubled dozens of times, hundreds of times, one day, it will become one!"

"In this case, the contract is established!"

Following the link of the soul, the two reached an absolute soul contract.

Now that they have decided to cooperate, there is naturally no time to hesitate. Erma immediately took out a large number of life energy crystals that had been prepared, and Kreller stretched out his hand to this after throwing the crystals into the repair beam. A mass of silvery glitter placed in a case.

"Confirm, the available exchange point is 30134... Switch to the technology and props area... The conversion is successful, and the list is generated."

Although the repair light beam is small, it has all internal organs. If it is to exchange for things in the battleship, it may be difficult to do, but if it is just pure technical data, it is no different from the intact one. request, and began to exchange the materials she needed one by one.

In fact, the Amos may not have these technologies, but with Erma’s authority, there is no way to access them, let alone use, modify, and try to improve them, and the exchange system discloses knowledge that is open to all civilizations in the multiverse. It can effectively help her bypass the obstacles caused by qualifications and authority, and enrich Elma's technical accumulation.

Most of the technologies that Erma needs are not very secretive, and most of them are related to 'transmission' and 'basic private construction'. It seems that she really wants to bring a group of Amos people with her. Break away from the asylum of Emperor Amos and live alone without the royal court.

Time flies, and the exchange points are used up like running water. Elma has carried life energy crystals several times in a row. It can be seen from the back that she is already quite heartbroken—but there are not many opportunities. This time, I can finish things at once , then don't leave it for the next time, so even if her face turned cold, she still resolutely handed over pieces of life energy crystals to Kreil for exchange.

But suddenly, Kreiler stopped the exchange work in his hands and froze in place.

"What's the matter, Kreil? Didn't find it in the exchange beam? Or is there something wrong with your body?"

Startled, Elma stretched out a dozen tentacles subconsciously, and groped all over Kreiler's body to see if something unexpected happened—but soon, she also froze in place.

"Well……"

Pale and sweaty, the young captain sensed a familiar aura from the restoration beam of light, and there was a rather playful command, Kleil swallowed, and then laughed softly: "I'm afraid... There will be no need to go back for a while..."

"I'm sorry, Erma, I'm afraid your plan... will be slowed down too."

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