The world-devouring dragon

The galactic calendar year is 22054, and the final calendar year is 543 years.

In the lush jungle, there was only a wooden house in the center of the clearing. In front of the wooden house, a group of ancient warriors holding weapons were tensely confronting several men and women in space suits. No one dares to let down their guard. In the eyes of ancient warriors, the weapons in the hands of these strange wizards are extremely dangerous; and in the eyes of interstellar humans, this group of powerful monsters is probably no less dangerous than genetic warriors. .

"What should I do, eldest sister? Brother has been in there for a long time and there is no movement. Otherwise..."

Among the several men and women, one of them said in a very low voice to the girl in the lead.

The leading girl pursed her lips and said nothing. Before entering the wooden house, Morogaru said to reassure her, yes, who can threaten a psychic warrior? But for the truth about the Snake Father, everything that has happened since she came to this strange world has made her unable to completely believe it.

In this barbaric world with gods, mages, and monsters, psychic warriors are not invincible. They had just managed to escape from the hands of a forest goddess before. If Morogarro hadn't managed to delay the forest goddess, they might have been killed. A few people would not survive.

According to the clues found during this period, the owner of this wooden house, the old man with a white beard, seems to know something.

This is an extremely ancient and mysterious wizard among the locals. It is said that his wisdom even surpasses that of the gods, and some young gods will come to him to seek wisdom.

After going through some hardships and a battle with the guards, Moluojia was finally allowed to see the old man with a white beard. But strangely, Moluojia seemed to have a premonition of something. She It could be felt that he seemed to have some kind of guess in his mind.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

In front of the wooden house, Moluojialu just looked at her and said calmly.

Looking towards the wooden house, the simple and ancient appearance blocked all those who tried to pry into it.

…

In the wooden house, the man with a calm demeanor stared at the old man in front of him. The old man could not tell how old he was. He only knew that his face was extremely old. The white hair and beard that were half-buried on his body proved how old he had lived.

It seemed that he had not moved for a long time, so much so that his slowly growing hair had become entangled with his hands and feet. How many years would it take to do this?

no one knows.

"I never thought that you and I would see each other like this... Duwu."

After a long silence, the man spoke.

Among the information he found, about a hundred years after he lost contact, the Second Republic organized several more explorations, and Duwu lost contact during one of the explorations and was considered dead by the Second Republic.

But now, the person who should have died appears here.

The old man's reaction seemed a little slow. He opened his eyes as if unconsciously, and saw that the man in front of him had no special reaction. He just blinked slightly, as if he was remembering something, and then said in a hoarse and weird voice.

"I never thought that you and I would see each other again, Morokara."

"Is it an illusion... or a dream... It's been a long time, it's really been a long time... But I don't know why, seeing you again seems like everything in the past just happened yesterday, as if we learned from the masters It just happened not long ago.”

The old man talked to himself, and then was silent for a while.

Even though he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, the old man didn't show any special mood swings. He just recalled quietly, closed his eyes, and talked to himself.

"Morogala...I don't know what I should do now, can you tell me. Should I be happy? I should be very happy. I have dreamed of you so many times in my dreams, but why should I It will be so quiet..."

There was confusion and bewilderment in the old man's voice. This old man, whose wisdom surpassed that of the gods, was as at a loss as a newborn baby at this moment.

The man looked at the old man in front of him and remained silent.

Every psychic warrior has been specially modified. Everyone has a very long lifespan. It is not surprising that his lifespan is more than 30,000 to 40,000 years. But now in the eyes of men, this former junior brother is too old to look good. Let alone a psychic warrior, he is inferior to even the most ordinary interstellar human.

The muscles that can twist space materials have atrophied, and the bones filled with psychic circuits have also lost their divine glory and dimmed, so that their stature has become as short as it is now. In spiritual perception, the soul that should be as bright and bright as the sun and moon is also mottled, turbid and dim.

Every psyker can clearly feel the radiance of other people's souls, and can also clearly feel the radiance of his own soul. This is the most basic instinct. But now the old man has lost the ability to perceive his own emotions, and is worse than the most ordinary mortal.

From body to mind, the smell of decay and decay filled every corner of the old man.

The demigod walking in the starry sky has aged like this.

"Duwu, what happened after you lost contact that year."

The man just asked without too much sentimentality.

No matter what, he came here to complete his investigation back then.

The old man lowered his head and fell into memories. After a while, he spoke.

"A lot of things happened..."

"Where should I start... let's start from when I came to this universe. That year I was ordered to explore the eyes of the big snake, and then when I got close to the pupil of the big snake's eye, I found that I had passed through its pupil, and then Falling into this universe - the world in the belly of this big snake."

The old man recalled, and then said slowly.

"No one thought that what General Tiloan saw was actually the world in the belly of the big snake. Through its eyes, you can come to this new universe. There is a universe hidden in the eyes of the big snake... …”

Moragara frowned.

"Wait, you mean the universe?"

In the interstellar age, the universe and the world have been distinguished into two meanings. Both the planet and the universe can be called worlds, while the universe refers to only one.

The old man didn't speak anymore, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Luojia.

"Morogara, haven't you noticed yet? This is already a brand new universe, a universe without particles, a universe in ruins."

"When we enter this new universe, you and I have been replaced with another kind of thing. Although we are still flesh and blood, it is no longer particle flesh and blood. Even if it is magnified hundreds of millions of times, it is still flesh and blood. We see Those particles were missing...it took me many years to realize that."

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh and laugh at himself, but he still calmed down.

"Morogala, do you know how many years I have lived here? Thirty-five thousand years. My lifespan is coming to an end, and only two thousand years have passed in the outside world."

"I have been here for many years, and I vaguely understand the nature of the big snake... It is a monster that feeds on the world. It is older than our universe, long before our universe was born. It already exists, and the universe in its belly is the remains of the universe it has swallowed, and its ultimate goal is not just to eat a black hole, but to swallow the entire universe into its belly."

"Remember, before our exploration, the Second Republic made many attempts, even damaging its scales and flesh. But in the end it was ineffective."

"Antimatter? Strange matter? Time and space? Why can these things only hurt it once at most, and then it is ineffective? Because the snake is just its appearance, what's the point of damaging its coat?"

"The monster that feeds on the world is the world-devouring dragon."

…

The two demigods talked a lot. After a long time, Morokara walked out of the wooden house, and the girl greeted him.

"Are you OK?"

Looking at the worried eyes, Moluojialuo shook his head, and then he suddenly said loudly.

"Can we win?"

The girl's face was filled with confusion and questions, and in the wooden house behind her, the old man was silent for a long time and whispered something.

The sound was very small, but Moragalu had already heard it.

"Let's go."

When everyone walked away, the old man with a beard all over his body lowered his head, closed his eyes, and spoke silently to his former brother.

"Brother, take care."

The old man just lowered his head and never raised it again.

Duwu, death.

…

"People can be eliminated, but they cannot be defeated."