Chapter 54 Drawing the Sword
The red blade shone brightly, and the sound was like a dirge.
Hua Yi held the sword in his right hand, and stroked the blade of the imaginary energy with his left hand.
He did not forget the changes when testing the simulated universe. Even though he was standing outside the [Memory] destiny at this moment, stirring the long river with imaginary numbers as paddles, once the waves were too big, it might attract the attention of the Star God.
According to the universally recognized power system, there seemed to be only two choices left.
Either, be a ferryman on the destiny that you already know, whether it is the protective fire light when the Kripa hammer falls, or the memory ice that freezes space and time when Fu Li appears, it is enough to block the front of the antimatter army and stop them here.
The price is that this unjust use of destiny has a chance to cause the Star God to lower his eyes, which is different from the gaze of “a glance”.
Or, stay out of the Legion’s attack and run into the safe zone guarded by the Black Tower puppets. Even if there are countless enemies, there, relying on sophisticated weapons and defense facilities, it is enough to support until the Interstellar Peace Company responds and sends reinforcements. The Star Dome Train is also an expected rescuer, and the story is destined to turn a new page.
The price is the lives of many innocent people in the space station.
When disaster strikes, there will always be lives lost. In front of the strong who regard human lives as worthless, the weak are inherently fragile and can only flee helplessly, praying that they can avoid the fate of extinction under the shadow of destruction.
Unless, at the beginning, someone can stand up and turn the tide, turning the doomed tragedy into another look.
From the moment he left the Black Tower office, Hua Yi had already made a choice.
He is the ferryman on the road of fate, and he must go to the uncertain battlefield for the weak.
The Antimatter Corps demonstrated what [Destruction] is. Compared with the momentary splendor of the simulated Star God, the Void Soldier is insignificant, but its existence itself just provides a safer reference example.
I don’t need to pursue deeper power, I can still annihilate the enemy.
The flames rose from the great sword, burning fiercely, illuminating the turbid old eyes of Gunn, the founder of the Law and Politics Department.
This is not the flame of [Preservation], but the flame of [Destruction], which just echoes the real name of the great sword.
The flames of destruction soared into the sky, controlled by the existence outside the Antimatter Corps, and slashed towards the Void Soldier who used baryons to invade the space station in the air.
The space was distorted under the firelight, and a new light appeared in the dark curtain that obscured the starlight.
This sword was so dazzling, like the sun under the shadow of the antimatter army. The roaring artillery fire of the defense department was silent. The fugitives were attracted by it, staring at the flames filled with the meaning of destruction, which were slashing at the monster that actually brought destruction.
It turns out that destruction can also bring hope.
The vanguard of the army that broke into the space station slowly advanced under the artillery fire, and the defense department staff were also frightened. However, such a terrible monster could not stop the slash with the power of destruction.
They were cut in half and turned into nothing.
Under pure destruction, the antimatter and negative particles that made up the body of the virtual soldier also turned into ashes, and there was no stalemate for a moment.
It turns out that destruction can be so beautiful.
The remaining power of this sword is notThe antimatter corps did not fall on the protective outer wall of the space station to help the antimatter corps open the physical door, but pressed towards the baryon passage, destroying everything it passed, and finally blasted out from the antibaryon, igniting a fire in the dark darkness.
Once, in the world of the setting sun, walking on the fragmented planet, when the vicious corps greedily devoured the chaotic energy that overflowed in the process of decay, did you ever think that one day you would become the target of [destruction]?
They know now.
Countless intelligent creatures have cried under the claws of the corps, lamenting the withered life and the collapsed civilization, but when the monsters ignited by the flames screamed, and the human-shaped virtual soldiers murmured wildly in front of the sword light, the rest of the corps’ inferior demons chose to retreat, and never mourned for the annihilation of their comrades.
These vicious creatures did not have the concept of comrades.
The raging fire and sword light destroyed the baryon channel and killed countless virtual soldiers, but the legion did not retreat.
The believers of destruction stood on the absolute opposite of civilization and life, vowing to remove this museum-style interstellar ship from the list.
“Senior Gunn.”
Hua Yi, who cleared the vanguard of the virtual soldiers with one sword, held the True Red Great Sword, and his tone was still calm and reassuring, but it contained something different.
Yes, he is no longer a clerk who seeks the truth and asks about the mystery, but a warrior who draws the sword and goes against the flow to destroy the invading enemy.
A hero who can bear the fate of everyone.
“Please go to the safe zone, don’t worry, be careful not to fall, I will buy enough time.”
[Memory] snowflakes fell behind Hua Yi, condensing into a pair of wings that are not as powerful as the True Red Great Sword.
If there is, there is no, the pastoral song is meaningful, as if telling a story, as if singing a world.
The light wind blows his hair and fills his whole body.
Gu En’s turbid eyes could not catch the speed of Hua Yi’s departure, only the shadow left in his vision gradually dissipated.
The old man flashed tears, not because of the raging fire that burned his old eyes, but because he was just happy and trembling for witnessing the scene in his dream.
I still can’t stop the strong who regard human life as worthless, nor can I save the weak who perish in the wind.
But someone can!
This time, the old man didn’t want to die, because this life was saved by Hua Yi, how could there be a discordant melody in the epic written by the hero.
He no longer hesitated and ran towards the safe zone.
Many people appeared on the road, including senior department heads, well-known experts, and ordinary staff members. All positions and levels, wisdom and achievements were no longer important. They became the weak in the disaster, but they were also the ones who were protected.
The fear on their faces did not dissipate, and the tear marks were still eye-catching, but there was no previous desperate cry and helpless crying.
Before and after, it was just a destructive slash and a bright fire.
An old man was exhausted, so a young man carried him on his back. A young girl sprained her ankle, and the girl next to her who was also full of fear resolutely helped her evacuate, even if it slowed her down.
In the starry sky, the antimatter army was still eyeing the defense net and destroying the partition wall, but the fragile and precious peace inside the space station was maintained.Peace.
Under the destructive force, order has not yet collapsed, and the fire of civilization has not yet been extinguished.
