I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

People always have to experience a lot before they can truly mature, especially a "freak" like Zheng Feng who clearly has the physical and genetic arousal of a thirty-first-century human, but whose mental maturity is no different from that of a twenty-first-century human. .

Everything he has experienced since he was sensible has accumulated little by little into his character.

His understanding of the world is also advancing bit by bit according to the existing path.

From time to time he would be disturbed, and from time to time some thoughts that he shouldn't have would pop up in his mind, and he would recall some knowledge that was not his own, but he was still who he was.

His understanding of the world and himself had been advancing steadily according to a certain predetermined rhythm, but this rhythm stopped abruptly at this moment.

A person's outlook on life is determined by two things, one is small things, and the other is big things.

Before this, eleven-year-old Zheng Feng had not experienced any real big events.

He originally thought that the first big thing he would experience was to improve himself and make a name for himself by participating in competitions, and then leave Planet 7, go to the front line, and join the majestic battlefield where life and death are uncertain.

He saw that as a major change that he was bound to experience in his life. He knew that the main theme of his life would change from a dull and stable study to a thrilling military career.

He was looking forward to it and was mentally prepared.

He had even imagined many times that he would join Tang Tianxin's battleship and then work together with his parents during the mission.

He never thought that another dramatic life change would hit him head-on in such an unexpected way.

He was caught off guard.

For many eleven-year-olds in this era, losing their parents is not a serious blow, because the mark of the destiny covenant will always be activated by the self-protection mechanism at the right time to prevent violent shocks from breaking through the person's emotional threshold, in the heart Leaving permanent "scars".

Or, even if the effectiveness of imprinting is put aside, given the general precocity of human beings today, the mental age of an 11-year-old is no longer a child, but an adult.

But Zheng Feng's imprint has long since disappeared. Although he has shown talent in the field of combat, at his core, he is still an eleven-year-old boy in the 21st century.

After briefly explaining the situation to others, Zheng Feng stopped talking and returned to a state of silence.

If he were outside and still in control of his body, he would probably sit limply on the ground.

But now his consciousness is housed in a tiny mechanical beetle. Moreover, the violent impact only briefly stopped the beetle for a moment, and then the beetle continued to move according to the preset program, completing the work in hand step by step.

Click click click click.

The finger-like beetle's mouthparts are opening and closing, and every time it opens and closes, a nanocord is spit out like a spider's thread and wrapped around the ore in front of it.

On the other side, seeing Zheng Feng continue to move, other people's beetles also recovered simultaneously.

Edgar on the other side of Zheng Feng accurately opened his mouth to catch the nanoso that floated over from the other side, tied it with the one he just threw, and passed it to the side.

The beetle transformed by Mata caught it accurately and passed it to the side.

The movements of the five beetles are coordinated and extremely efficient, like a precise loom.

Listening from a distance, you can only hear the sound of rustling sounds, and the scene seems busy and silent.

At this time, Zheng Feng had become an indifferent bystander.

His mind went blank, the piercing screams continued, and the image of the Morrowind II ship flickered at high frequency like a nightmare in a kaleidoscope, lingering.

The frequency of interference suddenly increased, making his previously hard-earned skill of emptying his mind at a rhythm to avoid interference become a display again.

Zheng Feng couldn't organize his complete thoughts now, only a ball of paste was left.

At this moment, another document information popped up in his communication system, from the Genting Theater Command Center. It was still an urgent document. The title showed that this was a video.

Zheng Feng subconsciously chose to play.

In the picture, Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yunzheng, dressed in military uniforms, sit side by side.

The two of them looked a little haggard and looked a little nervous.

Zheng Yifeng placed his hands in fists between his legs.

Liang Yun put her hands on the back of Zheng Yifeng's waist, with a forced smile on her face.

Zheng Yifeng took a deep breath and said slowly: "Zheng Feng, when you see this news, we should be gone."

A standard last word begins.

There were thousands of muffled thunders exploding in Zheng Feng's head, and then he regained consciousness in an instant.

The noise in his mind was gone.

Liang Yun in the screen nodded and said with a smile: "Today is January 6, 3008, and we are stationed outside the second theater. Today we received the highest level of alert, so we came here to be on guard."

Zheng Yifeng: "But we don't know what the enemy we are about to face will look like. In short, it should be very dangerous."

Liang Yun continued: "Your father and I have been a little uneasy these past two days, so we discussed it and decided to shoot this video for you. Of course, we all hope you won't watch it at all. To. But now, obviously, you've seen it."

Zheng Yifeng closed his eyes for a moment, seemed to take a deep breath, and then said slowly: "I'm sorry, Zheng Feng, we couldn't go to the end with you."

Liang Yun: "I'm sorry."

Having said this, the two of them looked at each other, as if imagining Zheng Feng who was watching them from the other side of the camera across time and space.

The atmosphere gradually became heavy, their eyes flickered slightly, and their moods were extremely complicated.

An inexplicable sadness is slowly rising.

Zheng Yifeng patted Liang Yun on the back and changed the topic, "Of course, no one can really predict the future. We only recorded this with a feeling, so we are prepared. Maybe it is unnecessary? I hope so. ,Hahaha……"

Liang Yun punched Zheng Yifeng on the shoulder, "Be serious, we are recording the last words for...Zheng Feng."

"Oh oh oh, okay."

Zheng Yifeng quickly sat down again, his hands on his thighs, sitting upright with a solemn expression. He did not have the majesty of a father at all, but more like a primary school student who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher.

Obviously, Liang Yun's accidental slip of the tongue just now reminded Zheng Yifeng of the real addressee of his last words, so he acted a little too nervous.

Liang Yun saw that her husband was relaxed and overly cautious, so she quietly bumped the outside of his thigh with her leg.

Zheng Yifeng's tense body relaxed a little.

He looked at his wife slightly embarrassed.

Strangely enough, Zheng Yifeng was already a battle-hardened veteran.

Since leaving Planet 7 and joining the battlefield eleven years ago, he has experienced life and death crises not a hundred times but dozens of times.

Although danger always turns into good fortune, many times he has stepped half-legged into the gate of hell, but he has never been as nervous as he is now.

Because both reason and emotion told him that these were probably the last words that his father, the reincarnation of the sage, said to the sage.

Zheng Feng's seal of destiny has been shattered, and his emotional and psyche behavior is too similar to that of ordinary people in the 21st century. Therefore, Zheng Yifeng clearly knows that what he said today will undoubtedly have a long-lasting impact on the reincarnation of the sage. , and then indirectly affect the fate of all mankind.

He didn't even have the guts to write before he spoke.

He didn't know whether he should inject Zheng Feng's blood or pull him back a little.

If too much chicken blood is used and hatred is exaggerated, so that Zheng Feng is dominated by hatred before he awakens his memory, then what if Zheng Feng makes a mistake in judgment on the future battlefield and dies prematurely?

But what if he didn't say anything, and Zheng Feng failed to realize the truest inner desires of himself and his wife, which would silently affect the sage's motivation for reincarnation and suppress the height he could eventually reach?

When the couple was still alive, Zheng Yifeng didn't think too much about it, because no matter what he said or did wrong, there was always a chance to make amends as time went by.

But this time it was different, it was his last words, his final confession.

There is no turning back from now on.

Moreover, the two of them had already read the biography of the sage Chen Feng, and knew the fate of Chen Feng in his previous life.

His parents died long before he could remember.

At that time, he didn't even have the chance to hear his parents' last words.

Then of course I should do my best to make up for the regrets of some sages. This was too difficult, as if they couldn't think of the best words no matter how hard they tried, the couple finally realized the difficulties and pain that the core members of the Sage Project had experienced.

After a long time, Zheng Yifeng gathered thousands of words into one sentence.

"Son, dad and mom just want to tell you that we are proud to have a child like you. We have never regretted that we are about to participate in a war where life and death are uncertain. Goodbye."

After Zheng Yifeng finished speaking, the video recording stopped abruptly. He chooses to be concise and concise, saying less and making fewer mistakes.

Watching the picture disappear, deep in Zheng Feng's originally empty mind, a sound like an iceberg collapsing gradually resounded.

A small seedling sprouted from his originally slightly barren heart.

The seedlings sway in the wind and spread.

Branch after branch spread like wildfire.

The leaves swelled in the strong wind.

The beetles' work outside continues.

The other Flying Tigers didn't know the earth-shaking changes that were taking place in Zheng Feng's heart.

The noise in Zheng Feng's heart and the recurring sight of the Morrowind II ship changed their content and turned into fragmented scenes one after another that could only glimpse the spotted leopard.

Some scattered "memories" that seemed to belong to him but did not belong to him were becoming clear little by little as the seedling that broke out of the ground continued to grow.

Unconsciously, a few more minutes passed. While the Flying Tigers outside finally tied up the ore, Zheng Feng's heart suddenly stopped growing as the saplings grew.

It didn't stop completely, it was just covered by an invisible invisible net.

The branches began to bend, the leaves continued to pile up, and the entire tree was compressed into a strong spindle shape.

Zheng Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't see the tree in his heart.

He only knew that there was a surge of anger in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it.

He has overwhelming hatred, but needs a clear goal.

Although he knew the answer without asking, it was the compound-eyed army that killed Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yun. He also knew very well that the biggest enemy was right ahead, waiting for him there.

But the goal was too big and too general, leaving him unable to find a specific foothold.

Suddenly and seemingly aimlessly, he issued an unquestionable order in his mind.

"Tell me the specific details of the war. I want to watch the war videos."

After waiting for a full five seconds, Zheng Feng's ears heard the voice of "Xiaowei", "You...Chen Feng?"

Fanxing asked while quietly trying to read Zheng Feng's thoughts and memories.

Logically speaking, this should be a very simple matter, because at this time Zheng Feng's consciousness was already undergoing a remote brain link through the network of stars.

But something strange happened. As soon as Fanxing's data probe approached, it seemed to hit an iron wall.

In the words of artificial intelligence civilization, Zheng Feng's brainwaves are encrypted.

Zheng Feng repeated the order in his mind again, this time with a stronger tone, more domineering and tough that no one could question.

"All right."

Although Fanxing couldn't figure out what was going on, and wasn't sure whether Zheng Feng had really awakened, since this little guy was extremely abnormal, he was facing the "air" in the quantum network without even knowing that he was watching him. Given such a conclusive order, there must have been some kind of change.

Fanxing opened up the process of the First Special Forces Army from the outbreak of the war to the death of Zheng Yifeng and his wife.

Zheng Feng chose to speed up playback a thousand times.

Nearly three minutes later, Zheng Feng turned off the video after seeing with his own eyes that the Chengfeng special battle fleet command ship where Liang Yun was located exploded like a supernova in the universe.

"Epi Clan. It's actually the E Clan. Isn't it the E Clan star we are lurking now?"

he muttered.

The next moment, the beetle controlled by Zheng Feng was shaken all over.

His sudden burst of brainwave emotions completely went out of control, overwhelming the endurance limit of the ultra-micro robot's brain core, causing the beetle, which was flying cautiously close to the ground with the other four team members, to stumble suddenly.

The five beetles were originally dragging the five kilogram piece of ore forward at an extremely fast speed. However, due to the loss of control of the beetle of Zheng Feng, who was responsible for navigation and leadership, the balance was suddenly broken and it collided with a small metal bulge in front.

A loud bang in life.

Edgar and others were thrown to pieces.

Of course they knew what went wrong, and they all looked at Zheng Feng with suspicion.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

Li Qingqing asked first.

Mata Nicklaus let go of the rope and moved over quickly.

At this time, Zheng Feng's beetle was completely frozen in place, unable to move. Even the dim indicator light representing energy operation had been extinguished.

Mata tried to wake up the emergency mode of his equipment and conduct brain-link communication. Unexpectedly, such a prompt came from his system.

"The connection failed. The target object has crashed. The Flying Tigers No. 01 latent robot has disconnected and is in a blank state."

"Crash?" Edgar was shocked, "Don't be kidding! How can it be possible to crash in this age? What does breaking the link mean? Captain, did he exit the mission cabin at this time? Can't it?"

No wonder Edgar has a bad temper. In fact, everyone is already taking risks at this time. If such an accident happens again, everyone's situation will be extremely dangerous.

"Not good!" At this moment, Mata shouted and shared with others the intelligence provided by the ultra-miniature detector he had previously placed nearby.

In the mental projection, an anti-gravity centipede was rushing towards us from dozens of kilometers away at extremely fast speeds.

Obviously, the unusual noise made when everyone hit the mountain just now attracted attention.