Chapter 665 Starry Sky Disaster

"I'll pass the picture on to you."

Zero said.

"I dealt with it, no problem."

A picture appeared in the minds of Caesar and Chu Zihang.

That's the Emperor's Tomb seen from a more distant angle.

From this angle, the Emperor's Tomb is as big as the entire universe.

At the center of the universe are one mirror, one sword, and one magatama.

But there are two things besides the mirror sword and magatama.

One is located at an infinite height. It is a coiled white dragon. After zero treatment, Caesar and the two could not see the true form of the white dragon. They only had a vague impression that this was the White King, but it was not the real White King, but the White Dragon. The king’s true spirit can also be said to be his remnant soul.

One is located infinitely low, like the cornerstone of the Emperor's Tomb. Because of its existence, the Emperor's Tomb is undergoing some wonderful changes.

This existence did not need to be dealt with. Chu Zihang and Caesar saw clearly that it was Uesugoshi.

Hakuo is at the top, the Three Noble Life Inheritance is in the middle, and Uesugoshi is at the bottom.

This is what Nono and Zero saw.

The reason why Nuonuo screamed was because she looked directly at the White King. Although he was just a remnant of the true spirit, he was still the White King, a more noble being than the first generation.

The history interpreted by the mixed race today shows that the black king was the emperor and the white king was the priest, and the two jointly governed the world at that time.

However, the so-called priest must have an idol to worship, but who should the dragon clan pay homage to? They themselves are gods, even ancestor worship does not make sense, as the Black King and the White King are also the source of all dragon clans.

Scholars couldn't figure it out and could only put it aside for the time being.

The history of the Dragon Clan is so long and there are many unsolved mysteries, which is normal.

"This is……"

Caesar said.

"The White King wants to be resurrected."

Zero said.

Caesar frowned.

It turns out that it is now the White King who has tampered with the matrix used by the three nobles to complete his own life, in order to achieve the White King's purpose of resurrecting himself.

Originally, the White King's plan was not going well, but now Uesugoshi, the descendant who usurped the Yamata no Orochi, just filled in the last piece of the puzzle for the White King's resurrection.

So, the ritual began.

It is not only Eri who is in danger now, Minamoto and Kazama may also become the nourishment for the White King's resurrection and be swallowed up by the White King.

"Elemental turbulence."

Zero said.

"There's a tsunami."

This was the change that occurred at sea at the same time that Uesugoshi was swallowed up by the Emperor's tomb.

The sea went crazy.

So does the sky.

From the distant sky, clouds rolled in, like thousands of troops. Wherever they passed, a large expanse of clear starry sky was revealed, with countless stars shining brightly. They were so close that they seemed to be within reach.

"Mom, mother-in-law!"

In a certain residence in Tokyo, a little girl pointed out the window and shouted.

"Look, it's dawn!

The old man quickly pressed down the little girl's hand and hid it in his sleeve. The little girl cried loudly. The old man covered the little girl's mouth, and the woman rushed over and snatched the little girl away.

"You will kill Bobo!"

The old man stared out the window and murmured.

After her mother confirmed that Bobo was safe, she breathed a sigh of relief. She called the old man several times, but the old man was indifferent and still murmured dreamily.

Mom had a premonition that something terrible had happened.

She suddenly realized that the world was so quiet.

Before, I could still hear sporadic sounds coming from outside, which sounded like gunshots and the roar of unknown beasts.

They are gone.

Something must have happened.

Mom thought.

The world is so quiet that it makes people want to go crazy.

My mother told herself over and over in her heart to calm down, don’t look at anything, and never turn your head.

No matter what, she didn't want to become like the old man.

I still have Bobo.

I can't fall down.

Mom thought.

Of course, Dad is not here, so I have to protect Bobo.

It is my responsibility.

Mom resisted the temptation to look out the window.

She heard someone calling her name outside.

It was her deceased grandfather, who was equally kind and called her by her nickname.

No, grandpa passed away.

The country father called her outside.

Then there is the husband.

She resisted tenaciously.

She told herself that she had to resist, even if it wasn't for herself, it was for Bobo's sake.

She closed her eyes, hard.

However, there was a problem in her mind that was always there, becoming more and more obvious.

Why not take a look?

It's just a starry sky.

What are you afraid of?

I just read too many novels.

Don't forget the time, it's almost dawn at this point.

Didn't the text message notify me before? When the sun comes up, everything will be over.

All kinds of voices filled my mother's heart, and she was going crazy.

But she's not crazy.

She told herself over and over again.

"For Bobo."

"For Bobo."

"For Bobo."

In the past, when she was a middle school student, when she read novels, she always dismissed maternal love and motherhood.

Now that she is a mother herself, she has discovered that mothers can really become supermen for the sake of their children.

"I will definitely protect you."

The mother opened her eyes. She wanted to see her daughter. She had to imprint her daughter's appearance into her heart.

"Mother."

The daughter looked at the starry sky, fixedly and dreamily.

she says.

"Look, it's dawn."

stretch! Just for a moment, my mother heard something was broken.

She looked towards the stars.

Mom saw where the stars were.

Countless stars, or things like stars, they flicker, one bright, one dark, one bright, one dark.

They're blinking.

No, they're blinking.

No, no, no, they are the ones blinking.

correct.

They, it's them!

Mom looked at the starry sky, fixedly and dreamily.

The clouds are rushing toward the Sea of ​​Japan.

This scene is so spectacular, as if the great will above the sky reaches out and fiddles with the clouds, just as easily as it opens the curtain.

The Great Will chuckled.

Or maybe He wasn't smiling.

To laugh or not to laugh is just a guess at the great will of humble beings like human beings.

The clock at the end of the world is ringing.

Time is up.

No, the final time has not come yet.

There seemed to be an accident somewhere.

It doesn't matter, sooner or later, it's the same.

Yes, it's all the same.

Haha, it’s all the same.

As a result, the curtain that has been hidden in front of mankind for thousands of years opened.

The lies are no longer there, the truth is cruel, violent, ferocious, unreasonable, unfolding in front of mankind.

"Don't look!"

Professor Schneider said.

Francis trembled at the words of the venerable prefect.

"Take them out."

A few staff officers who were lucky enough to still be awake silently carried their comrades out and placed them in other rooms.

"Damn it!"

Someone kicked at the wall.

This can really only be described as luck.

Those staff officers happened to be looking out the window the first time the starry sky disaster broke out.

There are always people who like to think when they look out into the distance.

So they, like countless residents of Tokyo at this time, were determined and dreaming.

Their symptoms were later named the "looker effect."

Later generations have been arguing about what caused the looker effect.

One thing is that it is the starry sky. Just like dragon blood has strong pollution to other living things, the real starry sky also has strong pollution.

This kind of pollution affects the spirit, which is manifested in the fact that all people who look directly at the real starry sky, whether humans or hybrids, will have a looker effect.

From the moment they see the true void, they will remain looking up.

The staff officers found that when they tried to move the "Looker" comrades, the "Looker" comrades showed a certain degree of impatience and irritability, accompanied by shortness of breath, sweating, talking nonsense, and even if they could not see for a long time. Starry Sky, "The Looker" begins to experience delirium. Symptoms such as hallucinations and madness, and as time goes on, the "lookers" begin to show strong violent tendencies.

They try everything to see the stars.

And when those who look up see the starry sky, all negative states and violent tendencies disappear.

They regained their composure, and looked up at the stars in silence.

Also, the second statement.

It has nothing to do with the stars.

It's the fragility of humans and hybrids.

Humans and hybrids cannot withstand the impact of the real starry sky.

Their fragile minds are worthless in front of the real starry sky.

So it collapsed.

But this statement, in the final analysis, is still the starry sky.

"If that damn thing was still a starry sky!"

Some staff members cursed.

Francis mechanically faithfully records the status of the "lookers".

His pen tapped unconsciously on his notebook.

Francis returned to headquarters.

He looked down at the ground. This was everyone's subconscious behavior after the "starry sky disaster" broke out.

Of course, the same words appeared in Francis's mind.

If that thing is still a starry sky.

A man passed by Francis, and Francis saw a pair of legs dragging on the ground. Francis blinked, and he knew these boots, Charles, good and kind Charles.

Charles was his contemporary, and the two became friends because of their common choice to serve as advisors instead of on the battlefield.

After all, Cassel, who trained professional dragon slayers back then, was an outlier in giving up the battlefield. Many people privately called Francis and Charles "sissies".

Francis took it all in stride, but Charles was always troubled.

"I said, Colonel."

said Charles.

Colonel was Francis' nickname at the time. This guy was too serious. 】

"Aren't you sad?"

said Charles.

"I can't bear it."

"Sissy?"

Francis said.

Charles opened his mouth and held his head.

"Don't stare at me."

Francis said.

"Feel sorry."

Charles stammered.

"But...but, you actually...how did you..."

"Why did I say sissy?"

Francis closed the book. He was reading an ancient book from the Far East, Sun Tzu's Art of War. Although he could memorize every word in it, it was not impossible to memorize it backwards, but Francis was not interested in playing such boring tricks just to prove that his brain was better than The good things of others.

But despite all the hardships, Francis still used to read Sun Tzu's Art of War in his hand, which made him think better.

However, now he has to care about his friend.

"Charles, I told you a long time ago."

"You yourself know your own biggest problem."

"You're too weak."

Francis said.

Charles opened his mouth, speechless.

"We are staff officers and commanders. Charles, tell me, do you think that the gentleman sitting in the air-conditioned room holding a cup of coffee and clicking the mouse to approve the missile launch has nothing to do with the souls who died in the missile fire?"

"Don't be naive, Charles."

"As staff officers and commanders, the blood on our hands will be no less than that of any soldier."

"You can't go to the battlefield with your mentality."

"Charles, to be honest, I can't trust you with my back."

Francis said.

"You actually care about something as insignificant as a sissy."

Charles wanted to retort, he wanted to say it, but this was "sissy".

But when he met Francis's determined eyes, Charles was speechless.

"Answer me, Charles."

Francis said.

"Are you going to eat shit in order to win?"

Charles was stupidly silent, he seemed stunned by Francis's words.

"Um."

Francis memorized Charles' expression carefully.

"I know your answer."

"Unfortunately."

Francis is gone.

"I think it will be difficult for us to fight side by side in the future."

Ten years after that, Francis accepted Professor Schneider's call to participate in the war.

He didn't expect to see Charles here again.

Frances and Charles embrace deeply.

They found that each other had changed, even if they were mixed races, time had left deep marks on each other.

Francis is no longer sharp, he has restrained himself, and Charles has become calm. Francis is pleased to see the gratifying changes that have happened to his good friend. Time has washed away Charles' greenness and frizzyness, and he is already a calm enough counselor.

But now, after the star disaster broke out.

Francis sadly discovered that Charles was still the same Charles as before, and the strength given by time was just an illusion.

Charles was not the first to look up.

But now he has become an admirer.

In other words, Charles took the initiative to look at the stars.

Is it...surrender?

Francis thought painfully.

Hybrids are more resistant than humans. Humans will hallucinate calls, but hybrids will not.

This is the conclusion Norma comes to.

Fortunately, they still have Norma.

Now that the command is almost paralyzed, Norma still faithfully performs her job.

Norma collected news from all over Tokyo, analyzed and processed it, and temporarily summarized several characteristics of star disasters.

"Francis."

Professor Schneider said.

"Look."

Norma hands out the characteristics to Frances.

Francis finished browsing and nodded.

"More detailed than mine."

Francis closed his notebook.

"Give me."

Professor Schneider said.

He looked over what Francis had just discovered.

This is Francis’ summary of several “lookers”.

Frances' discovery was the same as Norma's.

"It's all unobjectionable work."

Francis said.

"Norma is better than me."

"Um."

Professor Schneider said.

"At least Norma won't despair."

Francis took a deep breath, he was out of breath.

What exactly is the starry sky?

The question kept recurring in his mind.

"You're afraid."

Professor Schneider said.

"Hug...sorry."

Francis said.

"child."

Professor Schneider placed his hand on Francis' head.

Francis was at peace.

It was an amazing, baby-like feeling, and Francis was reminded of the moment of his baptism.

"Be afraid."

"This is good."

"Everyone is afraid."

Professor Schneider said.

"I'm scared too."

"so."

"Kill the one who terrifies us."

"Yes, Professor." (End of Chapter)