Star Empire

The arcane purple light, which originally represented mystery and depth, now radiates outward only with strong murderous intent and blood.

Under the giant black wings, several "Barriers" and "Holy Judges" silently followed the trajectory of the Arcane Throne - these are the "only" complete battleships of the empire at this time.

It only takes a few seconds to count them on your fingers.

However, what this small arrow triggered was...

The information flood created by the stacking of billions of Genesis, as well as the various types of ghost battleships calculated by the trillions!

The chaotic order field that is likely to collapse at any moment will throw countless corpse battleships into the void - the information torrent caused by the fierce solar wind field and Genesis will not only not become the last layer of buffer net for those wreckage, on the contrary, These powerful storms will further impact and damage the bodies made of debris.

Every time the Imperial fleet took a step forward in the void, countless units were shattered again and turned into a cloud of dust or a trace of reverberation.

Countless corpses that "seem to" have come back to their senses are trying their best to activate their own reactors that cannot withstand the slightest disturbance - I don't know that the remaining echo of the original "owner" of those corpses will command those bodies that are unable to move. What to do? Are you preparing to fight with Fengya, are you preparing to continue your unfinished breakout, or are you planning to escape directly...

It doesn't matter.

No matter how many details are left out of these wrecks...

As long as they can be commanded and mobilized, it doesn't matter!

As long as this chaotic wave can stir up a larger wave before it subsides, no matter how fast the original flood peak disappears or how quickly these wreckage decay...

As long as the expansion speed of this wave is greater than the speed of decline, as long as they can have a slight impact on the outside world at the corresponding level, then nothing will matter!

Just strength is needed, just expansion is needed.

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For dead things, time has no meaning.

But for the insects huddled in the last shelter and trying to survive, the meaning of time still exists - the birth and death of the concept of time is directly related to whether everything is still evolving. Before they are completely killed, it still has significance.

In the shelter, tens of millions of years, maybe longer, have passed, but... the stories here, everything here has been almost torn down, the stable information has been broken into pieces, their nature has disappeared, and these remnants How can the "time" preserved by the fragments be expanded?

The information evolution year of the main axis of civilization, this time succession method that was once regarded as a major discovery but did not play much practical role in the end... is actually extremely cruel.

A high-ranking being can be with you at any time. With resources infinitely richer than yours, he can observe, influence and even control everything about you, including your memories and thoughts. If that being doesn't want to pay attention to you...

An isolated world, whether its physical life is billions or even tens of millions of years, tens of thousands of years, thousands of years -

For the spindle calibration, it is just a year in the sense that a world only breathes once - for the spindle, it is just a short moment.

In the blink of an eye, the efforts of countless beings in dark corners may be wiped out. The existence itself, and even all the environments that may have given birth to existence, have long since disintegrated without a trace.

There are contradictions, a sense of disharmony, and indescribable difficulties.

Why between the fifth and sixth trillion years?

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In the void, radiating purple-gold flowers revealing the coquettish "corrupt vitality" are spreading in all possible directions.

The Arcane Throne and the Void Matrix, which were once inseparable, are now separated by the abyss.

As the source of the sharp arrow, the Arcane Throne has sailed away.

The other giant ship turned into a vague silhouette under the blazing endless sky.

It is unimaginable that the damaged core of the Void Fierce Sun is being slowly suppressed, and some fine "skin" is trying to re-cover this piece of land that has been completely torn and peeled off, and has lost its vitality and vitality; and it is even harder to imagine. What I think is that the source of these crumbly "skin" that will be burned and blown away again at any time is the weak shadow "above" the blazing sun.

Doomsday-Genesis is said to be more than just a weapon.

So, too, does the divine will.

For Vesrifan, for the Void Fierce Sun...

Everyone who has ever lived owes her more than one life.

I'm afraid the entire empire will never be able to treat her...completely, forever.

The divine will is trying to restore Lieyang's completely non-existent skin.

However, the gap between them may have existed long ago when they were built to carry out different tasks, and the gap may not be bridged.

Once upon a time, the empire wanted to do something and break through something in order to develop.

In the past, everything would be easy - thoughts and pursuits are all manifestations of information changes. They can affect the surrounding order environment, and at the same time, they can also be recorded by the surrounding environment.

The stellar wind field of the Void Sun enveloped the entire empire and the void environment surrounding the empire, making it impossible to explore the edge of the void environment. When thoughts and actions begin to affect reality, they can form enrichment points in the order. These enrichment points pull more information, turn this information into a wave that promotes the development of things, and promote the various efforts of the empire to be more Close to success...but now?

This core that is rich in countless probabilities and occupies a huge weight has now been severely damaged, and it is currently unable to complete the repair of its own system...

Come to think of it... maybe it's a coincidence.

The system used by the Void Matrix to try to repair the surface of the Void Fierce Sun is called Divine Will.

Will requires soul and life to possess.

Theoretically, Star Array's End can accomplish similar things, but what ultimately accomplishes this goal is an intuitive and direct technological device.

Even if the will exists with a silent dead thing, what kind of communication can it have?

Or, in fact, I still have hope, and the empire still has hope in the dark, hoping that Lieyang and Weisrifan can wake up again one day?

It's possible, after all, the empire has never understood the exact structure and geometry of the blazing sun. Perhaps, the intensity of the blazing sun itself far exceeds any assumptions made by the empire, and it is still making certain choices; it is also possible that this is a coincidence of certain uses and functions spanning millions of years; or, these ideas are reposed in Holding some invisible fantasies - fantasies that can awaken a person whose body and consciousness have completely evaporated.

At least...surviving that level of apocalyptic-creation direct contact...is unimaginable.

Forget it, what else is there to look forward to...

Ethereal hopes and expectations are only replaced by cruel reality, but it occasionally comes earlier, and occasionally waits for hundreds of thousands or millions of years before coming quietly - once, sensibility and rich emotions were considered Something that is no longer needed, and that decision may directly maintain the current survival of this group of people, and now it seems... hope is no longer needed.

At least this way, when the next destruction or complete death comes, I won't have to force my withered body to squeeze out so many endorphins to comfort my soul that has become an empty shell.

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Expansion is still ongoing.

On the constantly vibrating abyss, countless decaying wave crests rise and fall instantly, and unimaginable chaotic noises are buzzing. The creation activities are almost out of control. Countless frequency bursts give birth to countless deformities. These deformed existences They cannot be called a world at all - they may not even be able to form a world barrier!

In the chaotic tide where the Doomsday and Genesis gleams collided and twisted with each other, countless battleships were instantly destroyed by the peak of the tide, and the strong armor that could withstand Doomsday was destroyed by the jet. Bodies born from light and shadow are decaying. The moment they are injected with flesh and blood, they reveal their decayed and broken nature.

Countless tattered warships were swept up by the flood peak, like dead leaves spinning and floating in the stormy sea. More than half of the reactors on the imaginary end were destroyed, and the shipboard mainframe and crystal mesh structure that was spraying blood all the time could not support the higher strength. impact of activities. Driven by the tide, the various cruel attributes of the void that were hidden under the glory of the former order were now exposed - as long as countless of them sailed with a slightly higher intensity, they would be immediately torn into a burning meteor, and then everything would disappear. , leaving only a dull stain.

When the scale is large enough, any natural phenomenon will frighten intelligent creatures.

However, now, this can completely plunge the entire empire into a chaotic natural disaster of fear and despair, but there is no more fear.

The order and wisdom of the past are no longer there, and the remaining wreckage is swallowing up fear, turning his cold and decaying body into fear itself.

If an irreversible natural disaster destroys everything and makes everything irreparable...

Then turn it into a new natural disaster, into the natural disaster itself, so that you can have the power to devour everything and destroy everything before you completely die and perish...

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Order requires logic, and order requires stability.

In previous societies, if there were more than one person who could be judged to be identical from a philosophical level without being allowed by the operating laws, then one of the two parties would inevitably collapse - either those mistakes or the society itself.

However, logic cannot be perfect. No matter how subtle it is, loopholes will always exist and may even be constantly refreshed.

Not to mention the reality that for the empire, the orderly world network collapsed, all the previous infrastructure was gone, and everything collapsed and heaven was destroyed.

but……

For the remaining world line trees and technical extreme deduction modules, such a chaotic environment is just right. They may have been recovered tens of millions or even more years ago, and those that have been completely torn into decaying pieces existential structure.

An information body with a complete and healthy logical structure can only have one protruding existence attribute whose existence attribute is true. This is stipulated by the law of order.

Now, the laws of order no longer exist.

All reason and restraint have long been corroded by the wreckage and death tide.

When the original constraint logic collapses, the paradox will become reasonable.

In the blazing, dazzling but dark corner, the shivering remnants of the empire huddled in the starry remains of the scorching sun, daring not to release the slightest signal or make the slightest sound.

Even if new islands can be built in this ocean, no one is willing to create those illusory dreams.

They have created many, many creations.

And all creation has been swallowed up by natural disasters.

All that remains in the memory are scars.

No one is willing to try to repeat things in such a dangerous and cramped environment that will hurt their body and soul on both a spiritual and real level - the same pain and memory have been repeated too many times, no matter whether they want to Whether to forget or to overcome, the symbolism has been realized. This is a hurdle that cannot be circumvented by opportunism.

But the final struggle in his heart and the desire for revenge cannot be bypassed either.

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Inside the World Line Tree are stored a huge amount of twisted and dilapidated imperial equipment.

The stellar wind field of the blazing sun and the huge chaotic clouds that have not been completely eliminated not only contain endless attributes of existence, but also contain endless materials!

Now the constraints have been burned away in the fires ignited by war, and the restrictions have disappeared.

Every time the endless wind wall surrounding the Fiery Sun wind field sweeps across the Fiery Sun, it will stir up countless shocks around it. In the endless Genesis explosion, countless units are "reviving" - with the undead The way.

They can be infinitely copied, infinitely "summoned", and infinitely reborn - they are dead, they have no clear souls, and even if their performance makes them seem to still have some sanity, it is just a fleeting reverberation. The remnants of the disturbing nightmare I once had.

These broken units are simply unable to maintain their own stability. Not to mention firing or even overloading, even the lowest level of void navigation is enough to completely tear apart all their structures - before being pushed by the wave, their self-depletion rate is as fast as It's terrifying.

However, what is more terrifying than attrition is endless expansion.

As each piece of wreckage decays into nothingness, there may be thousands of warships of the same level condensing from the clouds.

The same is true for the world.

When facing the enemy, if the sustainable life of a battleship is not as long as that of a missile, then any approach to extending their life beyond the limit will bring ridiculous waste.

However, between the fragments and the tide of chaos, there is still reason, and even more real life - the former "Emperor" of the Fourteenth District, part of the life structure of Field No. 1 was snatched away by the main flagship. Now, the infinitely proliferating and rapidly expanding life-bearing field is gradually enveloping all of this.

Under their intervention, part of the turbulent and crazy world will gradually be regulated, reorganized, and rebuilt until it returns to... "normal."

In the unforeseen future, sturdy battleships will be rebuilt there.

Because, even after experiencing two or more natural disasters hidden in the darkness, there are still countless solid targets in the void, as well as unimaginable special targets - like that The target and target group cannot be destroyed no matter how much debris or chaos impact is used.

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...why...civilization may still be revived...

Can you recall anything but war and resistance... If civilization could be based entirely on battleships, artillery and killing...

Moreover...even if a civilization that no longer knows what to call it is reorganized with countless fragments and distortions...how long can it last...

How long can we persist...how long can we persist...or even, is the persistence itself meaningful?

It takes hundreds of thousands or even millions of years to build them...to restore civilization, even if it is just a shell that inherits the meaning of civilization, but to destroy them...it only takes less than a day, and after each disaster, the wreckage will only turn into poison.

Is this kind of establishment and maintenance... still valuable?

For millions of years, in order to conquer some targets with unimaginable strength, we have paid countless casualties... Those casualties will tear countless rifts in civilization every time they occur. Whether it is from the actual measurement record, or from the unimaginable vision of life on the scene... everything in the past is seen, but at that time, the breakthrough we made could temporarily suppress the pain...

The flesh, blood and memory of civilization have been burned again and again without leaving a trace... Can civilization always be restored again and again?

That's just wishful thinking...

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So now...all these actions, do you think hope still exists?

Maybe, if wishing that I could have more burial objects before my death was considered a wish.

What if... all this is still under arrangement... such as destruction... such as the dissipation of civilization... such as revenge? Everything these affect, and... themselves?

What else is there to be afraid of...death? despair? Unprotected? lie?

...society, order, culture, memory, civilization, symbol, idol, sustenance...civilization?

…What else do we have?

...What else do we need to be afraid of?

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There is no more anger, the blood and tears have been shed, and the flesh and bones that still have life have died. The rest is just a matter of doing it...

The reality is irresistible... to either party... the same.

In the soulless roar of the sea, there was only a straight voice.

--revenge.