Chapter 1033： Bathe in the stars

The time and space that had been stagnant for 1.87 million years gradually collapsed.

The wheel of history started to turn again, everything that had been stagnant broke free, the frozen sea water surging again, stronger and stronger wind poured into the whirlpool from all directions, and the "spherical shell" covering this space was silent and silent. The ground was broken, falling with the downpour, and there was a low roar from far away Tarrond that seemed to contain endless madness and chaos.

The sky collapsed as if toppling, the huge wall of clouds, cyclones, and the countless tons of seawater entrapped in the eternal storm turned into a terrifying sea storm, lightning and thunder, torrential rain, dragon roar undulating deep in the clouds, Everything is like a doomsday, and in this apocalyptic scene, the huge ancient spaceship continues to rise slowly in the face of the strong wind.

This is a starship that incorporates a part of Sailor's technology. It is a miracle created by the powerful dragon civilization over a million years ago with all the power of the entire clan. This miracle was many years late, but today, it finally set off Up.

"The storm has caused a lot of disturbance, and the attitude correction engine is automatically adjusting the inclination of the spacecraft," Ballogel said quickly while monitoring the data on the front panel while sitting in front of the chief mechanic's control seat, "but its effect is limited. , The'Talronde' has begun to deviate from its intended trajectory."

"As long as you can take off, you can continue to accelerate and continue to climb... You don't have to care about the destination and the specific route, and don't care about the return. The flight is successful..." Herragor in front of the captain said softly, "Yes. Can you do it?"

"Of course it's okay," Barroger thought for a while, nodding confidently, "but the following shaking will always be strong, I'm afraid I can't eliminate all the vibrations and deviations..."

The navigator Andal laughed: "This shaking is nothing-it's incredible that we can make this big guy fly. After all, this thing was not designed to be controlled by three people at the beginning."

While talking, the old dragon turned his head, his gaze swept across the empty control hall behind him-a dozen empty seats lined up in this huge space, and the projection curtain in front of each seat flashed A name that has long since disappeared in history, those compatriots who should have set sail with this ship...before they set off, they fell forever.

Herragor noticed Andal's gaze. He followed the opponent's gaze and swept across the control hall. After a while, he broke the silence: "Let's go up and see for them."

"Of course, we will," Barroger said in a low voice, "but... it might not be easy to do this."

Almost at the same time that Balroger's voice fell, a violent shaking suddenly spread throughout the spacecraft, with countless chaotic and unclear, roaring and thunderous noises in between, and an indescribable mental pressure. After a long distance in space, it penetrated layer after layer of shields and alloys, and stormed into the control hall.

In the hall, Herragor, Andal, and Balogr instantly felt the terrifying power that almost directly affects the soul. Their senses were flooded with countless babbles, and the knowledge from the gods impacted their mental defenses. In the shaky vision, they saw the illusion, saw the spaceship rushing straight into a **** abyss burning with raging flames, saw countless dark cracks covering the sky, and saw all kinds of huge things that would make mortals crazy. Stretching out long limbs, trying to drag and destroy this ship trying to leave the planet...

The gods are catching up.

However, in the next second, these terrible things disappeared suddenly, and the three of Herragore returned to the ice-cooled and safe real world again. They panted for breath until Andal was the first to break the silence: "Omega is fighting for time."

"I can only fight for the last time," Herragor said with a terrible face, "I can feel... the **** has left Tarrond and he is approaching here. Next time, what we have to face is His body is now."

Balrogl glanced down at the instrument data and spoke quickly: "The altitude is not enough, we haven't rushed out yet-hold on, I want to lift all engine restrictions."

After a while, a continuous shaking came into the hall, and an even more unbearable sense of acceleration and dizziness surged up. The huge ancient spaceship had crossed the boundary of the cloud wall of the eternal storm of the past, it rose into the blue sky, and He began to adjust the angle slowly, and entered the subsequent course at an inclination angle, and at almost the same moment, there was a vaguely crazy and chaotic roar in Herragor's mind.

Andal on the side apparently heard the same "voice". He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It seems that we are not so angry about him..."

"Of course," Herragor struggled against the pressure from the soul level-although the bridge between humans and gods had been cut, the power of the "gods" had been weakened below the critical point by Omega, but after regaining his will , This spiritual power from the gods still made him feel like he would fall into craziness at any time. He gritted his teeth. Although he couldn't see his expression, he was sure that he must have a hideous look at this moment, "After all... What I did was the ultimate "disobedience"..."

Andal held up his gaze forcibly and looked at the distant blue sky on the projection curtain. Amidst the constant tide of mental pollution, he gradually revealed a smile——

The ultimate "disobedience"...

It is not against doctrine, nor is it denying faith, or even killing gods—for gods born in mortal thoughts and operating according to the rules, these rebellious actions are far from the ultimate "disobedience."

The ultimate disobedience will only happen when mortals have overcome their most primitive shackles and taboos, broke free from their original cradle and swaddling, and took the real step of "adult".

The ultimate "disobedience" is to step into the stars.

This represents an earth-shaking change in the mortal race’s perception of the entire world, and it represents a child who grew up in the cradle has truly taken the action of leaving the cradle. It has unparalleled symbolic significance, and it deserves the applause of the entire world. Exceeded the endurance limit of all gods.

Because no matter which god, all the "intelligence" of their birth and survival is based on this planet-this, even Andal spent many, many years to figure it out.

Herragor felt that his thinking gradually calmed down, and his brain that seemed to be boiling before also gradually recovered his calm. He breathed out gently and put his hand on the top of a panel on the left front of the seat.

Andal raised his eyes and looked at the outer sky presented by the projection curtain-the sky was slanted, and the edge showed a wide-angle arc. He saw the sun shine from the side and back of the curtain, coating all the clouds. There was a faint golden light, and at the edge of the golden light, he could already see the curved and bulging ground, and the faint starlight at the end of the sky.

The vibration of the spacecraft has weakened a bit, the image presented by the projection curtain has become dim, the magnificent and brilliant starry sky emerges from the background of the sky little by little, the whole world seems to have become quiet, only when various instruments are running The low buzzing sound rang from all around.

All this lasted for a few short seconds, and then an unprecedented shock spread throughout the ship. Along with the shock, there was also a loud noise from a cabin in the distance.

In an instant, the lights in the entire control hall dimmed, and then all the alarm systems sounded harsh and sharp sirens. The emergency orange lights flashed at each passageway, and the shipboard system madly broadcasted various cabins. In the details of the damage, Herragor felt his entire body tilted over, and the scene on the curtain in front of him began to roll. The next second, he heard Balroger’s shout: "Engine No. 2 Get out of the hull! The antenna module is completely destroyed! The dimensional biological material module is completely destroyed! The No. 1 reactor is completely destroyed...He is catching up!!"

Andal struggled to grasp the seat and maintained his balance during the roll. He looked at the projection curtain on the side and front. The curtain showed the scene of the spacecraft's exterior. It was a terrifying sight:

He saw a long gap in the sky outside the spacecraft, with crazy cold eyes all over the gap, and a hideous and twisted dragon figure made up of countless messy limbs was clinging to the hull of the spacecraft's stern. , Is destroying the brainchild created by this dragon clan——

Part of the spacecraft’s engine was completely destroyed, and the broken and twisted steel was spinning and falling into the thick atmosphere below. Several huge holes were broken on the side of the hull. The heavy shield and tough alloy shell seemed to be papery. It was easily torn apart, and a large amount of equipment, gas, and liquid spewed out of the hole like broken internal organs, mixed with hot smoke rushing into space, and after causing such great damage, the dragon of confusion still did not stop in the slightest. Signs, He is still continuously demolishing the structure of the spacecraft, and at the same time, he is constantly climbing up the hull, crawling in the direction of the core cabin!

"Stay steady-we still have three engines!" Herragor shouted loudly, bringing Ballogre's attention back to the present, "Continue to raise the height, and we will succeed!"

"He will tear down the entire ship before then!" Balogall shouted as he tried his best to control the equipment, "Do we have any weapons to counterattack?!"

"Stepping towards the starry sky is the biggest counterattack--" Herragor stood up. He firmly grasped the back of the seat, his fingers even deeply immersed in the alloy casting plate, "Look, he is already very weak! "

Andal stared at the scene coming from outside the spacecraft. After overcoming the initial nervousness and confusion, he suddenly realized one thing-that climbed on the hull of the "Talronde" and appeared terrible. The deranged dragon in posture is actually almost the same size as this spaceship!

Not long ago, He was as huge as a city, covering the sky and floating above Tarrond, but now... He is once again greatly weakened!

Balroger also noticed this scene. He began to think of ways to restore the posture of the spacecraft, and tried his best to adjust the balance of the remaining engines-the automatic system has been completely destroyed, and he can only manually fight the damage and damage caused by the dragon of confusion. Shaking, and his efforts finally took effect: Although the spaceship was crumbling, and even though all systems were madly alarming, the ship was still climbing towards the stars little by little!

Starlight began to shine on the hull of the ship, the gravitational force from the earth was fading, and Herragore felt that his body was getting lighter, and in the projection curtain before his eyes, the chaos climbing on the hull of the ship The dragon has become smaller, and now he is almost only one-third the size of the entire ship.

Herragor was not surprised by all this:

Although there are only three giant dragons on this ship, as long as there are three of them standing on this ship, as long as they are marching towards the stars, this "coming of age" ceremony is going on.

For the gods born in "symbolic meaning", the influence of the symbolic process on them is as absolute as the truth of the universe.

Therefore, the last step of disobedience must be done by mortals themselves-Omega cannot do it for them, aliens cannot do it for them, and no one can do it for them.

There was another explosion from the tail of the spacecraft, and the harsh sirens became more and more irritating. In the continuous shaking and shaking, Herragor did not hesitate to give an order: "Abandon all return structures and escape. Cabin, concentrate all the energy on the main engine-I only want it to last for another three minutes."

"I'm here! It can last for thirty minutes!" Ballogel yelled, decisively carrying out Herragor's orders, "Keep your eyes open-we spent more than a million years waiting. This is the moment!"

A strong thrust once again acted on the spacecraft, and the already exhausted "Talronde" suddenly glowed with its last vigour. It began to climb, and climbed again—a bright wake stretched behind it. The thick and white atmosphere turned into the distant back behind it, throwing debris, dragging flames and smoke, and falling into the starry sky like a falling dancer, the twisted "gods" still clinging to its shell , Gnawing frantically on the protection of the core compartment, his size shrank a little, and then shrank a little...until he was thrown into the boundless space.

The mortal left his cradle, and the gods were left on the last boundary of the planet's edge.

Herragor felt his body float up, and the last trace of restraint from the earth quietly dissipated. The distant starlight was shining on the shell of the Talrond, and the starlight passed into the control hall through the monitor, magnificent.

And in the deep background of the starry sky, some huge structures that were originally hidden by ancient technology are gradually fading away as the "Talronde" approaches, revealing their true colors.

He looked at Balroger: "Mechanic, open the dome and filter, we enter into visual observation."

"Yes, Captain."

On the tattered core cabin shell, a protective panel quietly opened, and the shading curtain slowly opened. Hragor controlled the flow of magic and allowed himself to slowly float to the window made of high-strength polymer, watching The vast space outside.

In the vast space, the ancient satellite system operates silently, and the long-abandoned space station still floats quietly in orbit.

They seem to have been waiting here for countless years, waiting for the dragons who were left on the planet to come here.

"We are catching up..." Herragor couldn't help but whispered.

"I just caught up temporarily," Andal's voice came from behind Herragor in a low voice, "The compatriots who stayed on the surface of the planet...can't build a second Talrond."

"But it will always be made... even from scratch."

Herragor whispered, and then took his gaze back from the distance between the abandoned satellites and the space station, but before returning to his seat, he suddenly felt a heart move.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the other side of the curved polymer dome. The next second, he saw something floating in space, and his breathing and heartbeat stopped instantly.

It was a cruel and twisted wreckage, a chaotic dragon that had been shrunk many times. The characteristics of the gods of the past are still left in his chaotic body, but at this moment, they look so... small.

There is still a remnant of light wandering among the wreckage. As a god, he hasn't completely "dead" yet, but he just floats there quietly at this moment, motionless.

Herragor's tight face slowly relaxed again, and he silently watched the wreckage floating in the universe, watching the light in its depths gradually extinguish.

A vague voice that could not distinguish between reality and illusion suddenly sounded deep in his consciousness: "From now on...you are going to leave by yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

"The outside world is dangerous, protect yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

"Don't forget to look back occasionally..."

"Yes, my lord."

"..."

"Yes, my lord."