Star Empire

"Oops!!"

Along with the blood-red light spreading out like tree branches, inside the imperial fleet matrix surrounding the Great Fault Zone, those super flagships whose bodies have been in a state of severe damage have actually been in a state of severe damage. Those warships in the worst condition are no longer able to coordinate. One's own resistance to internal forces and external pressures.

They can't bear it anymore.

Countless flames bloomed at the cost of life and splashed in the fleet matrix. Most of them followed the final assignment rules. After Qiu innocently brushed the bodies of surrounding friendly forces, they dissipated deep in the order field. There were also some left. Some parts below turned into indescribable residual stars. They crossed black arcs one after another, dragging the surrounding guard fleets to fall.

Many golden-red light pillars went out. In the crumbling star ring, the earth that was once full of hard lines was twisted and broken. Losing the restraint of rules, they forgot their final mission and forgot that they should disintegrate and die when they encountered a complete irreversible blow. With instructions, they either fall towards the center of the earth, towards the deepest part of the fleet matrix where they are located, or they disperse in strange postures.

Countless shepherd moons lost their form due to these crazy fragments. The ring broke, and the once restrained world precursor released a pale light. The field beings almost everywhere in the empire had to remove the bodies surrounding these battleships to prevent themselves from being dragged into the violent field. Killing range...

In the ladder of existence, some former pillars fell down, and the magnificent golden wall was in danger in an instant, but the collapse did not spread indefinitely - some mutilated corpses seemed to go back in time, and they reappeared. Resurrection from the chaos of time and space and the messy ruins. In the fleet, many key nodes began to be taken over by purple light, and the Notes of Truth began to further intervene in this vast and vast fleet matrix system.

With the help of overlapping virtual information projection iterations, the general flagship finally tried its best to "support" it at the most critical moment, preventing the toppling building from exceeding the limit of the overall load and continuing to collapse.

"All existing matrix cores immediately count the time-limited losses and environmental fluctuations! The fleet command system counts offline nodes and failed nodes! Each fleet immediately reallocates calculation resources to the structures that need to be maintained!"

"yes!"

"..." That simple response, that firm will, that countless people's responses gathered together, and finally the "words" that were withdrawn and confirmed by myself seemed to be hard to dissipate for a long time.

The war may have been going on for thousands or tens of thousands of years - here, no matter how perfect the joint shield and various field structure protection are, the unstable part will become more and more unstable with the unstable flow of time. Come more and more.

At present, it seems that the death tide may represent a disaster that is impossible to describe quantitatively. The "opposite" of existence and the most direct annihilation of existence itself. When this happens, all rules and measurement methods will become invalid. At least for now, it seems that they cannot be quantified due to their huge differences in nature. The part that can be quantified is the part that is "predicted" by counter-inferring the destroyed information.

This is an interval where the gap between the upper and lower limits may be relatively huge, and its distribution is likely to be purely chaotic. At the same time, it should be noted that their "evolution" may be completely different at every moment. Only when all this is over can more accurate statistics and revisions be made - we just don't know how many existences can still support that moment.

The fleet is not here to show off its power. When it sets off, many beings receive a one-way ticket. Now, the industrial facilities in the entire empire that can still be operated are still working hard, and more resources are still tilted and concentrated here.

Even though the Empire has collapsed relative to its greatest size, the "sheer size" of the civilization itself is still quite large for the life of the Empire. With such a level of disparity between the whole and the individual, no matter how powerful a single individual is, he cannot take care of the entire empire on his own.

When high-level people deal with problems, it is undeniable that the merging and coefficientization of lower-level individuals are unavoidable. Just like now, where the earliest "first line of logistics defense line" was built, not far from the main battlefield where the imperial fleet is located in the matrix, the warnings from the void survey radar and the fleets that broke through the blockade were conveyed. The warning information has been spread out in layers - if we consider the worst possibility, everything there may eventually...

Looking back from this moment, when this war just started and the "forwards" of both sides fought for the first time, the empire's joint defense system had not yet been formed, and too many attributes of existence were annihilated in the black tide.

Now I can only recall bits and pieces of their past with vague traces. This is a tragedy, this is a sacrifice, and this is also an unavoidable situation now - in war, there will always be people who rush to the front, and those who rush to the front are some people.

The past has happened, and it is difficult to completely reverse it. The past has become iterative and integrated into the structure of reality.

That's what happened.

Now, I can't tell all the details, what will definitely happen there or what may happen there. It's very possible... that some kind of tragedy will eventually break out there, so tragic that the Empire itself will remember it forever...

But you should be clear, admit these loopholes and acknowledge these shortcomings, only then can you continue to make progress in the future.

Doing this now... does not mean that everything currently happening is absolutely correct, and it is absolutely impossible to change it. It is likely that reductions, accuracy blind spots, and chaos cannot be completely eliminated, but this does not mean that new methods cannot be tried to make these reductions less, so that the information ultimately presented to each level is relatively clear. Speech can become clearer and more valuable.

Here's what to do next.

This will be a huge war of attrition, or... a similar battle, and its nature has always been like this.

After all...the two parties disagree not because of ideas, goals, attitudes, or any qualitative resources. The nature of the death wave is still unclear, and perhaps even clearer observations cannot conclusively confirm its nature. This will be a long-standing unsolved case. But if the conjecture based on the existing concepts is indeed true, then the two sides will probably be...opposed because of the complete opposite nature, and due to the fundamental contradiction of existence.

There is no room for negotiation.

"Run! Run! Don't look back! The city is hopeless, the sky is hopeless! We can't leave here, go! Go! The farther you get from here, the harder--"

"Be careful of the Gray Sea! Their properties are unpredictable! They may even be cognitohazardous! Don't pay attention to them! Don't care about them!!"

"The site, the site structure is deformed. Don't go deep underground——"

"All communications have been cut off. Those who caused the culprits can't be contacted and we can't find them! We can't find them! You know what! No! The last time I took off, I searched all - all the former strongholds! No, No!! Now, now there is only one eye staring at me - ah - "

"Don't have any softness in your heart, don't have any pity!! After that, don't believe in any changes -"

"Help--"

"Don't believe the observers! Don't believe the so-called Star Empire! They are just a group of lunatics without emotions and logic! They will not consider the reality! They claim to be here to save civilization, but they are actually here to destroy us! Don't contact them! Repeat, no contact—"

…

Perhaps decades, hundreds, thousands or a few years ago, this planet still had an ecological environment that was determined to be habitable. Although it was very primitive, for pioneer colonists like myself, Such a basic environment can be considered quite good.

Before all this started, in my own memory, the country’s newly elected ruling team changed many traditions - when aerospace technology made great progress and everyone had the ability to move into deep space, the country’s unified execution and freedom A long-term competition broke out in the development cluster's free and profit-seeking execution. At that time, the entire country was likely to break out into a large-scale civil war at any time. Like most people at that time, I was frightened by this.

But for some reason later on, the country's unified execution, which was clearly seen as a disadvantage, was able to overturn the freedom of indulgence in the end. Moreover, this force quickly unified the ranks of those exploring exoplanets.

And with the authorization, I was very lucky to be able to lead quite a few people here to develop and build a new home.

I have never thought carefully about why I can become the "Governor" of this planet, because the development of the incident itself is quite bizarre - it is said that when the situation gradually eases and everyone is in danger, quite a lot of sociology Scientists and mathematicians have conducted quite in-depth research on that period of history, but it seems that until the end, they did not sort out a covariant model that was sufficiently consistent with the realistic trajectory.

When that national government with strong appeal and execution ability came to power, it was as if fate suddenly took a big turn, and in some ways the individuals who formed that government seemed to appear out of thin air.

In the past, I didn't think about it carefully, because at that time it was really unnecessary - if even experts in various industries could not come up with good research results, and if the information given by ordinary unofficial organizations was all kinds of strange, , then there is no need to study it yourself.

And now, these contents hidden in the depths of memory are beginning to emerge for some reason, but this seems to be just right - only the comfort of this information, my nerves that have been tense for who knows how long, and my already painful will can be comforted. Short break.

In my memory, the last vehicle I could control had long since expired. Unknown beings from outside the area of ​​civilization's cognition have blocked and divided space, and the planet on which we are located is trapped in such a small void.

At first, those "people" who seemed to appear from "outside the universe" still patiently guided themselves, but for some reason, as time went by, more and more weird shadows seemed to appear on them, and their His attitude became even worse. A large number of theories and demands that were simply fantasy were poured into his mind through unknown methods. He could not keep up with anything and could not answer anything.

I don’t know when my memory has been completely messed up, and I don’t know when those figures have stopped being noticed by me.

It was probably swallowed up by that huge black-gray mass.

Between the gloomy and terrifying heaven and earth, the sun has become huge and terrifying, hanging in the sky like a round eye with only white eyes. The pale sun wheel radiates the black corona. Perhaps it is this weird thing. The sun's rays are distorting what's left of the planet.

The billowing clouds formed countless giant towers that were as solid as iron stone. They rose from all directions and completely blocked the sky. Black and purple lightning cracked the sticky rocks that were melting and dripping down. On the bare earth, all the attachments that could have protected the ground to some extent have disappeared, and the scorching earth has turned into a swamp that spreads to the horizon.

This might have once been a colonial city, or it might have been a mountain that had almost rotted away and had been "pressed" to the ground by itself.

"At least the road is not too difficult, but this swamp is unfathomable. Walk through them? Do I have legs? Do I need to care?"

"I can't figure it out, my head hurts, and now I am. If it weren't for this ruins, maybe I would have been scorched?"

As the "sun" continued to move, the "shadows" on the ground became smaller and smaller. This person, whose clothes could no longer be made of material, had to find a piece that was relatively solid and did not look completely corrupted by the sun. The wreckage serves as shelter.

"The date has been forgotten, and the marks left are too messy. I am Akela, I am... Amora? I am. It doesn't matter, maybe no one can come to save us. Maybe it's "me". "

"Lord, maybe Leonard, or ndhjsnnζ-ξ... he died, in front of me, he died the same way as everyone else in the past - God, I really don't know, those things How did they appear in that poor man's stomach? I can't imagine why. I can't imagine what kind of senses it would have. I can't even imagine why and how they could appear in such a person's stomach. There...I can't imagine how those disgusting substances would have interacted with that poor man's body before and while he was vomiting...Everyone, why is this happening?"

The pain from the mind and body should have made the chaotic thinking no longer able to concentrate, but for some reason, there are now endless thoughts emerging from the mind in groups, each one of them is full of anxiety, and among them Every one of them is eating away at your own thinking...

During the struggle, my trembling fingers struggled to hold the hard pen, and scratched increasingly indescribable and hideous scratches on this small record book, which was an ancient but now quite useful information carrier. Recalling everything from the past to the present, this hand was shaking more and more violently, and in his dry eyes, the notebook in his hand seemed to be weathered.

He collapsed weakly on the ground, and the small object in his hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the edge of the swamp that was gradually beginning to boil.

Tired, tired.

The floodgates of thought were completely washed away, and all memories of the past and all hopes for the future rolled out of my mind, blurring reality.

Those people appeared from unknown places and claimed that there would be huge disasters. They cut off the structure of time and space and isolated the connection between civilization and the stars. They just raised a lot of problems that they either didn't understand or couldn't solve at all, but they couldn't come up with any effective subsidies. They just repeated those "orders" day after day.

... Later, it seemed that there was a brief improvement, but I don’t know when, their figures gradually disappeared in my memory, and I forgot what I should do, and what I had experienced, as a planet Governor, those who came here with him believed in him under the influence of the general environment, but he and his entire team seemed to "disappear" before they could play their role.

All people, maybe everyone died in this way, or was it more tragic, more direct or happy?

"Oh everyone, me"

Once, I hated myself and everyone hated me.

But now... I want to hate, but I can't. In fact, I couldn't understand or remember that group of people at all - how could I hate the nothingness that I didn't even understand? Even if we can turn our attention to the Milky Way, beyond the Milky Way, and beyond the universe, how many thresholds will there be?

I even forgot my own name.

"Pfft - cough!" An inexplicable reflux surged in his stomach, and hot black gelatinous substances spurted out from his mouth and nose. They stuck to his clothes, and his clothes were corroded by them and turned into They became gluey threads that emitted strange green smoke; they stuck to their skin, bringing down large chunks of flesh and blood. Their blood vessels were torn open, and the blood inside was black. His question seemed to have been answered - first there was a crushing feeling, then a heart-piercing burning pain, and finally a kind of coldness and nothingness, as if he no longer needed that part of the tissue and organs.

"Everyone, I, I'm here, will the place of eternal death really exist? What is it?"

Deep powerlessness and helplessness welled up from the deepest part of the soul. Forgetting, struggling, memories and huge gaps hit my heart like a heavy hammer, but it is difficult to cause any kind of fluctuations in the depths of this rotten soul. All of this was very long, but also very sudden, so sudden that when I thought of it all, it seemed that everything was already too late and it was impossible to save anything.

Howling winds blew up and down from the dark sky. They swept across all the wreckage and pulled out hoarse and obscure lamentations. In the flash of electric light, the thick clouds and dirty air could not block the pale light released by the giant sun, just like the sun. It is not at the center of the galaxy at all, but within the atmosphere.

The black tide around him seemed to boil all of a sudden, and they seemed to be rushing towards him. His increasingly fragmented body was unable to support the last wave of will. As his vision was filled with black and red blood mist, the world around him became completely dark.

".

The flesh and blood, the skeleton, the clothes and the spirit completely rotted and melted together. The gray-black gelatin was boiled by the swamp. It would soon evaporate and enter the atmosphere that had been reset by unknown substances. Then it would be spread all over the earth. at.

Perhaps eventually, even the earth, and the space itself that holds it, will be swallowed up by the swamp and fall into this unfathomable quagmire that cannot be extricated.

Before all this is over, I can't do anything... and who else can do anything? Perhaps from the beginning to the end, no one has ever figured out what happened in their own world in this short period of time, or perhaps tens of thousands of years.

Once upon a time, my own civilization set foot in the galaxy, but now, if this situation prevails... the civilization may have been dismembered into billions, or tens of billions...?

Who is thinking this? Is it the remnant soul that has not yet died, the thoughts of this space, this world, this small island, or something else?

Such a situation...

They claim to come from outside the universe, from outside the world, from the vast and endless infinite multiverse.

How many things will happen, how many times may similar situations repeat themselves, lives that have nothing to do with themselves but are merged with their destiny because of it...may the data be piled up to a geometric level in the end?

Who cares? In other words... a powerful existence with such a size pays attention to this, pays attention and takes action to a tiny existence in a certain universe, does this mean that this has...

The weird "music" stopped, and the strong wind blowing across the earth no longer produced any sound. The laws here were like a tower that was gradually being evacuated, and its riddled body could not maintain its self-coherence. The original phenomenon disappears due to the fragmentation of its essence.

The sadness caused by the huge gap is probably... nothing more than this.