The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Checking the integrity of the peripheral energy shield... The peripheral energy shield is intact and has no gaps."

"The waterproofing measures of each pipeline are being checked...the filling of water belts in each pipeline has been completed as planned."

"The ability of the Hyperion's outer armor to withstand water pressure is being evaluated... The assessment has passed, and the Hyperion's outer armor can withstand water pressure at a depth of 10,000 meters below sea level."

"The possibility of underwater operation of each weapon system is being evaluated...The assessment has passed, and all weapon systems of the Hyperion can operate normally at a depth of eight thousand meters below sea level."

"The overall assessment is completed. Conclusion: The environment of Haiyuan City poses no threat to the modified Hyperion MKIV ProMax version, and you can dive with confidence."

A large number of characters flashed on the console. The ant-sized characters were connected together as many as a dozen screens, but it only took less than a minute for them all to flash. Then Aiyi submitted Final conclusion.

"In that case - prepare to dive immediately!"

Theresa calmly gave the order. Even standing on the bridge, she could feel the vibration and roar when the Moonlight Throne engine changed its output mode. However, Theresa still stood firmly at the front of the bridge, without any need for safety. There is no need for armrests or seats. The whole figure seems to be nailed directly to the spot without any wavering.

"What will the principal be thinking at this time?"

Bronya looked at the figure who was almost as thin as herself, and the light in her eyes trembled slightly.

But there seemed to be no work for her to do here, so she turned around and prepared to walk back to her dormitory.

This is the sea surface at 11 degrees 20.9 north latitude and 142 degrees 11.5 minutes east longitude. From here to dive to 6152 meters below the sea level, it would take a professional submersible five years. In about minutes, in the same time, ordinary military submarines can only dive about fifty meters, and they are very large and are not designed specifically for diving. It is just that the temporarily modified Hyperion has to complete this more than 6,000 meters. According to Aiyi's calculations, the dive distance would take about twelve hours.

But, in fact, it won’t be that long – it won’t be that long before the battle begins.

After all, Cocolia is not the type to just sit back and let enemies come knocking on their door...

Bronya walked alone in the empty tunnel. Since the battle at the Destiny Headquarters, the shortage of personnel on the Hyperion has become more serious. Some instructors and Valkyrie students of the Far East Branch refused to go to the hospital to protect a Herrscher. War, the same is true for some members of Anti-Entropy. These people were temporarily sent to the Anti-Entropy headquarters in North America on the Helios transport ship. According to Dr. Tesla, there will be dedicated personnel there to provide them with "ideological education." , but no matter how many can be left in the end, at least this time they will not be of use in the battle of Haiyuan City...

The combat effectiveness of the Hyperion was not affected much. First, with the tacit approval of China, they carried out a wave of battle-damaged emergency repairs in Macau, a free port under the sovereignty of China. Then, during the process of coming to Haiyuan City, a group of "anti-entropy external personnel" boarded the ship in Macau. Taking the lead, Aiyi's artificial intelligence program and the Moonlight Throne engine have been upgraded. Now Aiyi no longer needs to spend a lot of computing power to keep the engine running. It has also been optimized, so even though the people on the Hyperion If it is less, the operation efficiency may be higher.

but……

Some problems cannot be solved by the computing power of artificial intelligence.

Just like the echo that keeps circulating in the tunnel - if a few people walk together, the chaotic and complicated footsteps will be enough to suppress its own echo.

Of course, there are also some idiots who are yelling. As long as she is around, it is always difficult to enjoy silence...

Bronya thinks she likes silence.

Whether it's making plans before executing a mission, or doing the lurking sniping that you're best at, you all need a quiet environment. Noisy noises like that will only make people unable to concentrate, unable to concentrate on making plans, and unable to concentrate on observing goals. but……

The echo of her own footsteps echoed endlessly in her ears. At least at this moment, Bronya hated the silence.

Perhaps most of the preferences in this world do not come from a specific emotional preference, but are just habits.

The idiot Kiana is gone, sister Mei is gone, of course, she was the first to leave...

In fact, separation doesn't matter, right? She has been experiencing life, separation, and death from the moment she was born. How many months has passed since she was fourteen years old? In short, in such a long time, she has witnessed the death of too many "teammates", right in front of her, no, the earliest one, wasn't her mother?

Those three people are, at most, just partners who have been with him for a long time. Whether it is six years or three years, it is too short compared to the decades that may be spent in the future, so Bronya will not feel so sad because of this separation.

My feelings have long since become numb...but my mood is still not very good.

That's probably it. It can probably be described like this.

In any case, Bronya finally got the peace she had been dreaming of for a long time, but just like most of the things she had gotten in her short life and might get in the future, when she got it, she would rather she never got it. Not obtained.

Suddenly, the girl's footsteps stopped in place. She looked at the intersection in front of her. She stood at attention with her feet together, then slowly took a step forward with her left foot, and then... suddenly turned right.

She turned into the tunnel that didn't lead to her dormitory.

The hollow footsteps weaved into a fine and invisible network behind her. Obviously, things that she doesn't like or want will not disappear because of subjective dislike or want, although everyone hopes that they have such an ability. , but a certain ability will never be possessed just because a person wants it.

Bronya could only speed up her pace. As long as she walked far enough, every thread of the net behind her would gradually collapse under the infiltration of time. Although... with every step she took, there would be Brand new threads fill in the decayed threads of the past.

Escape, there is nowhere to escape after all.

However, it is a pity that this is just a hunt that was imagined in the mind of a fourteen-year-old girl due to a single thought, and does not have any practical significance.

But the next moment, a noise sounded behind him, interrupting this meaningless rhapsody.

"Bronya Zaicek, is that your name?"

The door behind her was gently opened, and the light poured down from behind her head, casting the shadow of the man next to Bronya.

"Da da!"

Bronya stopped. The five fingers of the woman's right hand stretched out the rubber band, and dexterously and skillfully tied her purple hair into a high ponytail. As for her left hand, it hung down naturally. But that was not because the woman wanted to be lazy, but because she wanted to be lazy. It was because that hand was holding a broken purple knife.

But the first reaction of a normal person when seeing this scene is - even though there is a knife arrowhead, even though it is a broken knife full of gaps, is it too dangerous to hold it with bare hands like this?

"There is no way. After all, this knife has not had such a sheath since its birth. And the original owner of this knife... died because of my order. If this knife wants to avenge her, then cut it It hurts me."

Bronya remembered the response she received when she first met this woman a few days ago because her eyes were fixed on her left hand and the broken purple long knife for a long time.

But... the woman in front of me should also understand...

Bronya slowly raised her head and faced the face that was clearly familiar to her and couldn't be more familiar:

"who the hell are you?"

The reason why she placed her gaze on the woman's left hand was simply because her face looked too similar to another person's.

The woman's right hand that had just been lowered was raised again, and she adjusted her glasses, which seemed not to slip off at all.

Taking off the colorful contact lenses she wore when they first met, the woman revealed her original dark purple eyes, but in this way, she became more similar to the person in Bronya's memory.

But as her gaze moved down exactly an inch, she finally found something that could be said to be a difference between the two.

However, this kind of thing will be made up for with the passage of time.

Too much time passed by silently. Bronya came back to her senses and apologized without apology:

"Sorry, I just got distracted. Is it you calling me?"

"Well, that should be right, Bronya Zaicek."

Her silver eyebrows wrinkled beautifully, and Bronya asked in displeasure:

"Let's not talk about what you want to tell me. Why do you...must call me by my full name."

Natasha once said that in normal human social etiquette, calling a person by his or her full name is a basic courtesy, and it may also be a deliberate alienation.

But it doesn't matter to Bronya. Her name is too long for people who can speak Russian, and it's long and difficult to pronounce for people who don't speak Russian. If it's just normal communication, it's a race against time. On the battlefield, such a long list of names is really inappropriate.

So just call him "Silver Wolf", that's what she always said to her partner.

Even after she entered a peaceful life, she still used the name Bronya to show off to others. It had nothing to do with politeness or intimacy. It was just a long-standing habit that made her hate long and difficult to pronounce names.

And for those who need to call out her name, being able to omit Zaicek after her name is also a great blessing.

But the woman in front of me, twice, no, three times in a row, including the first time they met in Macau, she called out her full name...and surname.

why?

Apart from some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder or mental disorder, Bronya couldn't think of any reason.

It's just that she can't get used to her full name, not just because she doesn't like it habitually, but also because...

Just like what Natasha said, calling someone by their full name, whether polite or distant, always gives people the feeling that the next sentence will be very important.

"Zaicek? Well, the reason is actually very simple. Zaicek is more important to me than the name Bronya."

"Why?"

"It's very simple."

This seems to be a woman's habit of speaking. Looking at her eyes, there is always a sense of ease that most things humans can do are extremely simple for her.

"In terms of time, humans, like most creatures in the world, live in the present moment. But from the perspective of the soul, we live in the past all the time. When faced with a brand new question, we will instinctively look for methods and answers from the sea of ​​questions we have done in the past - oh, just like the question we did before, this way, this way, and then this way, and we will do it. When we meet someone we have never met before, we will unconsciously connect him with an acquaintance we knew in the past - ah, this guy is as impulsive as someone we met before. This is because... now time is divided into the past and the future, and the present as a point that changes all the time cannot be truly grasped, just like the saying in the book that 'you cannot step into the same river twice', so humans can only truly grasp the past. Ah... I'm sorry, I like to make long speeches as soon as I open my mouth, you must find it boring." "No, I'm used to listening in one ear and out the other." Bronya shook her head mechanically. She had forgotten when she learned this ability. Was it in the orphanage in Cocolia, because she always liked to tell fairy tales to a few children before bedtime, and she was not interested in it at all but could not resist, and Natasha would only stand by and watch her die without helping? Or was it because of a nagging idiot...

But relatively speaking, she has another ability, or talent, for example, even if she didn't listen carefully, she could quickly extract the meaning of the other person's words.

"But I roughly understand what you mean. The surname Zaychek is related to your past, right? Or, you know someone with the surname Zaychek, right?"

"Yeah."

The woman nodded heavily.

"You are very similar to him, in all senses, you look alike, and you don't like others calling your surnames, which is also similar-although it's for completely different reasons."

"Boring."

Bronya left a brief comment and started again.

"Actually, you are like this too. Every time you see me, the first person you think of is 'Sister Mei'. It's the same for me. Apart from the differences in gender and age, your facial features and hair color are very similar. If you stand together, people might mistake you for siblings. Although your names are completely different, unlike Mei and I, whose Far Eastern pronunciations are the same, we have the same surname, so when I see you, I always think of him unconsciously."

Bronya was walking well, but suddenly she tripped over her front foot and almost fell flat on her face.

She only realized now - their facial features and hair color are extremely similar, and they look like siblings. Isn't that...

"Yes, it's Mikael."

The woman's voice sounded in her ears at the right time, gentle and calm, as if she saw through everything she was thinking.

"Keep going, aren't you going to see her?"

"She..."

The memory of the past came to her mind again, and the words she heard in the illusion she had fallen into in New Zealand, which she judged as "the past", became clear again.

Bronya's already fair face was turning even paler. She pursed her lips twice and asked softly: "Um... Dr. Mei, you also know Seele, right?" (End of this chapter)