Chapter 491 Tower of Babel (Part 2)
“Wait a minute, priest, is the man you are talking about the same person as the child before?” Alyona asked curiously, stood up and walked to the Beside Rick, he glanced at the sketch that was almost finished.
The upper section of the unfinished tower was completed by thunderbolts and lightning, like a long pillar of light connecting the sky and the earth.
“I’m just a paraphrase,” Narek said. “I don’t make exegetical mistakes, or I try not to.”
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The man wearing the crown turned around in the hall of the tower. His face became blurred in the convection of the air, and some fine scars remained on the surface of his dark skin, like cinnabar, rolled in with the ash from the smoke. On the robe. His expression was strange, perhaps because of the distortion of the flames, and that cold and determined expression was no longer unshakable.
"Is it over?" the new man said, his face covered with sweat and his armor full of traces of battle. "It's time to knock down this tower."
"It's not time yet," the man wearing the crown mused. "My friend, these tools have not yet fulfilled their due contribution to mankind. They are being abandoned and destroyed. Before it, we still have a lot to do with it. This is what we have taken from what fate has given us, and we can still use it to ask for more."
The new man shuddered for a while. It was like the words of the crowned one turned into the broken blade of a sword, speeding through his body. Maybe he was a general, maybe he was just a soldier.
“No,” said the soldier in vain, “this is not a power we have.”
"The second sight of staring into the future," said the crowned one, raising his dark palms and then clenching them into fists, "the strong chains that bind the demigods, the spears that kill the inanimate forces...this is what we have to fight against fate. Strong armor and sharp blades. Such powerful words..."
"Why are we here?" The soldier couldn't help but interrupt him, "Isn't it because of the arrogance of the people in this tower? Thinking that they can unify the entire human race and bring us all to a higher realm, they spread their culture, creeds and truths. Are we going to be the next people in the tower? "
Dai Guan? The eyes of the people fell on the weapon in the soldier's hand, the weapon that had been used to kill their enemy and protect his life. His eyes flashed with a prophetic clarity, and even the soldiers did not know the future that the wearer was seeing in him.
After a moment, he said calmly: "Or, did you see it?"
The soldier looked around the surrounding walls in confusion, except for the mysterious words and the dead lying on the ground. , he didn’t know what else the person wearing the crown was referring to.
The person wearing the crown shook his head, smoke rose in the room, and the words swayed in the smoke, as if they were steaming with the soul of the fire. He stretched out his hand, and a line of ancient, shadow-like writing gradually condensed in the smoke above his palm - different from the original strange writing, this line of writing was a universal language that they all recognized.
"How many times will the Tower of Babel collapse?" The man wearing the crown murmured, and the flames in his eyes became brighter again. "How many times will mankind repeat the same mistakes?"
The soldier was at a loss. Listening carefully to his words, I realized that these were the words suspended in the shadows.
The air became hotter, and a cold smile appeared on the face of the person wearing the crown, which was vaguely warmed by the temperature in the tower into something close to tolerance.
“I saw his words,” he continued, “I saw him warning us that there is no way back, and I saw our future coming towards us from the end of time... There should be no more The road that cuts off itself.”
His eyes moved downward, "Give me your dagger."
"Why?" the soldier asked, unconsciously holding out the knife in his hand. This didn't seem to be the fate of this knife, but when he made this choice, he felt very happy in his heart.
“I bring you another plan,” said the crowned one. “Since I saw it, I must choose this way. As it says, I will recreate many, many more.”
His dark outline face raised upwards, the wind howled, the electric light flew upwards and twisted into an invisible spiral, forming a golden spire upwards for the tower, and the gloomy thunderclouds suddenly expanded into concentric waves in all directions.
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"I've heard that story." Alyona said, the lines of her lips stubbornly curling up as she concentrated on thinking, "The story of the Tower of Babel, right, priest?"
"I almost thought you It has been completely cut off from human history a long time ago," Narek joked.
"How can we be so isolated? We also came from a distant mother star. We miss the earth, but we can't find a lot of history. Just like the story you told, we thought The tower collapsed, it turned out that was not the case.”
“I don’t know the answer, Alyona, we have never seen the truth of history, and I know no more than you.”
“But you are a priest.”
"What does this decide? I don't even have my own tongue," Narek nodded towards the white-haired girl, "Go back, I have only seen so much. Maybe I will see some new stories today, We'll meet in the chapel."
Alyona turned around regretfully, and her figure disappeared into the shadow of the trees. The fine and tough long leaves blocked her back. Narek was not sure whether she was there or not. On the way, I turned back and took a thoughtful look.
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The rigid nerve knots of the Space Marines overlapped their dreams with reality, while Narek's still-alert logical mind was still listening to the sounds of the surrounding environment. , the other half of his mind had fallen into a war zone in a daze.
His feet stepped on the thorn-like secret forest and the crimson storm. The guns and branches around him were like images from a broken data pad, interchanged and confused. Sometimes it disappears and sometimes appears. There were some tall steel machines in the distance, raising their arms equipped with heavy barrels, bringing each other into the fire radius, and started shooting without aiming.
He emerged from the shattered clear glass and mud, pried open the molten mesh panel, and gasped softly. When a cannonball whirled and hit the right side of his body, stirring up the soil on half of his body under an environment with multiple gravity constants, his heartbeat was as calm as ever.
The storm gathered ahead, and the continuous firepower of heavy logging interrupted the dense forest. The thick red mist hung sickly on the horizon. He seemed to be running into a furnace without hesitation. A string of arcane six-pointed stars and small wooden statues were nested haphazardly together and hung from his belt on a leather cord.
Suddenly, he suddenly spoke, and a vague and hard language came out of his mouth, which burned in the jungle along with the stench of molten plastic steel. "Again," he said calmly, the violent movement having no effect on his breathing, "the first..."
He got some clues about the conversation from his surroundings Cue, he raised his hand to wipe away the sweat that was about to flow from his face to his eyes, but his hand was blocked by a tan mask. He frowned.
"Don't tell you how many times?" he said. The inorganic solution was splashed on the outside of his combat uniform. Before the high-heat white gas of the acid etching solution burned through his clothes, a cold energy flashed past and decomposed it. Hazardous solvents.
In response, he raised his gun with squinted eyes and broke some mechanical tentacles simulated in the shape of sea anemones. The ball-wheel weapon expanded and floated upward like a real balloon, and then suddenly exploded.
Through his eyes, Narek saw some vague and fast-moving shadows, the edges reflecting unreasonable light on the speeding tree trunks and falling spacecraft gates, as if there was something there somewhere A strange light source shines on a visitor from outside this world.
He tore open the outer wall of a landing cabin, and electric sparks flew everywhere. The buffer layer inside suddenly ignited under the strange flames, and the air spurted out from the cabin.
He squeezed in, and the twelve scouts were blown into a pile of debris in an instant. The bodies slipped and fell, and the pistols, hooks and belts were burning everywhere, and they exploded with rapid bangs from time to time. A thick mist filled with blood vapor makes the blood-red mist in the surrounding environment even more squeezing.
Suddenly, he spoke again: "Subspace?...Aren't you a product of witchcraft? No..."
He jumped out of the landing cabin, and the entire small space exploded behind him, a ball of soft goo. Thick juice flew out and drooped on his left shoulder. He hesitated for a moment, and then used his spiritual power to isolate it.
"Be alert..." he said, turning a blind eye to the vaporized volatiles burning nearby. He just raised his head and looked at an extremely distant and tiny black spot on the sky. It was a giant spaceship that had just jumped through subspace to the outer orbit of the planet. The light of debris and metal was scattered in the universe like torn pieces of paper.
He kept looking there, his footsteps intertwining among the slippery ground, branches, shrubs, fungi, and fuzzy flesh and blood, as if he were stepping on violent drums and dancing without accompaniment. He stretched his arms upward as if to say hello to the ship.
A few seconds later, the spacecraft exploded in the light of the ion weapon. The unbalanced pressure rolled out all the electronic instruments, mechanical cantilevers, antiques and sculptures preserved for thousands of years, the built-in prayer hall and the oak dining table inside the spacecraft. Broken beams and a large amount of frozen volatile matter... A flag fell from the spacecraft. No matter how many future possibilities the coat of arms and family symbolized by that flag contained in this ancient era, they are all here at this time. With a gentle wave of the soldier's hand, everything disappeared into ashes.
"Impossible." The man flatly rejected the shadow that was talking to him. The gun in his hand was instantly re-melted into a short staff, with a ball connected to one end of the staff.
Amidst the sound of tearing metal and the huge sound of burning, the entire environment surrounding him began to radiate brutal psychic light from an extremely small unit scale, and screams were heard layer by layer in the distance. It sounded suddenly and disappeared quickly. The concentration of blood mist is still rising.
“Humanity still needs unity,” he declared, and it seemed difficult to discern in his words any feeling belonging to one person. His thinking was solemn, silent and rapid.
"Until we make the galaxy the base from which humanity rises as an empire, and before the warp can be replaced, this power can never be abandoned." He said, "This is the second world a race can discover. A fire that will promote fundamental changes to the entire race for the second time.”
Blood-colored water began to fall from the sky, bringing solid diamond-like raindrops, and thin streams of water embedded in the surface of the world. , began to extinguish the flames on the earth.
The ashes of the jungle surrounded the warrior at his feet.
+Besides, for thousands of years, weren’t you the one who advised me to never stop? You should have a name derived from future visitors. +
The warrior said, not in spoken language. The sound of his soul roared like the waves.
+You are not as determined as you were the last time we met. +He made a conclusion. +Why? What makes you sad? +
The wind swirled in the ashes around him, and the dark ashes rose into a vague shape, and the invisible words floated softly in the background of the setting sun in the distance.
The warrior listened, and finally, he nodded: +Then I will be alert. And I will also advise you in my future and your past. You will be commanded never to hesitate, and you will be warned that there is no way out. ”+
On the skyline, the setting sun suddenly accelerated and fell, hitting the ground that was the enemy of the soldiers. In an instant, the sea surface evaporated, and thousands of square miles of buildings and palaces turned into scorched earth.
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He may look to be in his sixties, but his true age is difficult to estimate. His body is no longer young but still strong, wrapped in a gray linen robe. His dark skin is covered with deep scars. Gully. It seems that he should be a man of few words. His dry, earthy lips are closed and rarely open.
When his eyes turn, there is a burning scrutiny hidden in him. With his eyes lowered, the soldier known as Orr followed him somewhat sadly. The woman wrapped in blue gauze beside him didn't care and just smiled at him.
Behind them, there were several people standing far away. The one who was farthest away and the most laid-back was a young man wearing a light-colored ancient robe, who seemed not to realize what this journey meant.
"This is it," the woman said, looking towards the cave.
The local knight family member who led them nodded to them and confirmed the woman's view: "Be careful, no one here will ever come back. It's the devil's arch, at the end. .”
“Subspace?” asked the young man at the end of the queue.
“Be careful, subspace is not as dangerous as here.” The leader advised.
"Of course I know," the young man said, "Then, I'm afraid you won't let us all wait outside, Nios? Will you do that?"
The leading old man nodded. , there was no smile on that eternal rock-like face.
The young man raised his eyebrows and crossed his hands on his chest. The old man's dark eyes scrutinized him like a machinist scrutinizing the usability of his tools. This quickly made the young man frown, until the old man closed his eyes slightly, turned around, and continued walking deeper. His next command had the young man shrugging his shoulders and a smile crossing his lips.
"The others stay. You follow me, Remus."
(End of Chapter)