Chapter 279 ■■
The platinum torrent belonging to the solar radiation focusing array has been completely separated.
But the starlight is still rising.
The troposphere was crossed, and the stratosphere was also broken through. The thin atmosphere in the middle layer could not block the starlight for too long. The dazzling stars marched straight forward, as if they were about to touch the eternally burning bright sun at the end of the sky.
But the stars that separated from the torrent and sprinkled the world, at this moment, had already bloomed with infinite brilliance that was not inferior to the sun.
"He wants to destroy the solar radiation focusing array!" The red-haired young man lying on the ground fell into a stiff expression after the starlight rose retrograde, and suddenly burst out in great panic and anger: "Chakoluo! How dare you—— ! ”
In the depths of the pupils, even with the power of the prosthetic eyes, the outline of the starlight could no longer be seen clearly. It rose so high that no one could really catch a glimpse of the stars except for the brilliant sunlight that was still shining.
Drawing the vast starlight, Chakoluo slowly raised his head.
Even though most of it has been separated, the terrifying power from the solar radiation focusing array still retains a heavenly amount of condensed heat. They were scorching and dazzling, and the wave of light was so incandescent that it turned golden, making the man's burned and cracked face shine brightly.
But this residual power is nothing more than that.
He could already see the "macro-state light energy matrix" that had shrouded the Rocal Plain for decades and was entrenched outside the atmosphere. This was the curtain that enclosed people's sun and marked it with a price. Large solar sails trembled in the storm of starlight, and the guarding autonomous fleets flew out one after another, trying to counterattack.
But how can they achieve what even the "Solar Radiation Focusing Array" moved here cannot do.
Thus, from the gaze of people’s hope, the starlight in the retrograde flow, from outside the blurred field of vision, from the end of the sky, launched a conquest towards the final goal——
“—— This fake starry sky cannot be broken by you."
A vague hand appears from outside the atmosphere.
The indifferent voice spread in the vacuum, and it was a vague, barely discernible outline of a humanoid figure. It stands quietly outside the atmosphere, overlooking the planet below.
Its figure is not tall. In front of the astronomical scale of the planet, it is an exaggeration to describe it as a "particle".
But now.
The moment it stepped out and was revealed, the blazing torrent of platinum and the vast retrograde starlight simultaneously dimmed in front of a greater existence. The eternally silent and boundless deep sky has become a stage set up only for it. The light of the entire world is gathered in its small posture.
It raised its hand and pressed it.
Unparalleled power descends towards the planet below. Even the "terrible" peak spiritual energy cannot be described. In the flow of consciousness, it turns into a powerful force that can overturn the world.
The Rockal Plain, a vast land of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers that was once known as "rich water and fertile soil", fell into unprecedented silence nine minutes after the new sun rose.
Whether it was the cloud storage server matrix in the company's ultra-clean room or the data tablet randomly thrown on the sofa in the bedroom, all the electronic equipment in the Rokal Plain stopped functioning at the same time for four seconds. Then comes awareness.
That is a fragment of alcoholism, the amnesia after a heavy blow to the brain, and the "disappearance" is so complete that I don't know how many times.
Time also stopped in the upper left corner of the prosthetic eye's vision. Except for a very small number of people, most people in the Rockall Plains had their lives permanently shortened by four seconds - because they did not have half a minute. It is difficult to remember this period, or even to be aware of it.
"This is..."
Lapis Lazuli's body suddenly lost its signal and fell briefly downwards. However, at this moment, Song Shi had no time to take care of it. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes still oozing with blood, and he looked at the sky tightly. He showed an expression of disbelief, but he was also filled with uncontrollable joy: "— —God’s Throne?”
If you look down from the outer layer of the planet, you can see it clearly.
A counter-rotating vortex appeared on the surface of the atmosphere under the infinite force over the Rocal Plain. On an astronomical scale, this vortex did not seem to be that big, but the aftermath was huge. It will exceed all naturally occurring giant storms and affect the climate of half the planet.
The sound of roaring waves came from afar, rolling in the waves of clouds.
". Boring."
In the deepest part of the majestic and sacred palace, the candlesticks made of brass ignited fire at the same time, illuminating the throne at the end of the silver stairs behind.
Under the obstruction of the solemn crown, the middle-aged man's face was uncertain. He raised his face with his fists, raised his eyes, and then stretched out his index finger.
So the aftermath of the storm spreading from the far side disintegrated, dissipated and collapsed silently, until finally, when it really touched the territory of the empire, only the breeze blowing across the earth was left.
In the east, in an unobservable "ocean", something seemed to be detected. A consciousness floated up briefly, and then sank again after a few breaths, without any further expression: "The time of great calamity has not yet come."
In the ideal utopia, located at the top of "Eden", on the eternally suspended island, a figure suddenly appeared. He looked quietly in the direction of the source of the storm, seemingly without any movement, but his whole body flickered. A little arc.
But among all the wills that cast their gaze, only one fell into confusion.
"The world line has shifted?" At the top of the high tower standing in the dimensional gap opened in the deepest part of the space carrier, someone whispered to himself, staring blankly at several broken strings between his fingers. The eyes covered with white gauze slowly shed red tears.
And at the starting point of it all.
"Very good. No, very good." Outside the atmosphere, the vague outline seemed a little surprised. It glanced at the turned and cracked palm, nodded slightly, and gave an undisguised approval: "You are worthy of waiting for me." Balance'."
"Chacoro Vaughan - if you can withstand this blow from me, so what if I give you one city for seven years?"
It approved but did not allow it. Declaring rebelliously: "I'm waiting for the day when you ascend the throne of God and rise again."
But now, you are not qualified to stand here.
When the lost consciousness was reconnected, most people were unaware. They only knew that they were still looking at the sky, no different from the previous second. The only thing that has changed is the scene reflected in the depths of his pupils.
The platinum torrent that filled the sky not long ago has completely dissipated.
Then.
Under the eager gaze of many people.
Eleven minutes after its rise, the new sun slowly extinguished at the end of the sky, like a candle that had been extinguished.
(End of this chapter)