MTL - First Player-Chapter 823 Eight hundred and twenty-two

  【Science is the last step in the development of human intelligence, and can be regarded as the highest and most unique achievement of human culture. 】

  【It is a very late and very delicate achievement that can only be developed under special conditions. 】

  【It is regarded as the culmination and acme of all our human activities, the last chapter of human beings and the last motif of human philosophy. 】

  【—— Cassirer's "On Man"】

  …

  Under the flushing data waves, the light source spread to the entire city like wildfire.

  People held up the fire in their hands and connected it into a light path leading directly to the central building, like a long river of civilization decline.

  With similar gestures and expressions, they held the torches in their hands and looked in the direction of the central building. Reflections of the fire danced on their faces, reflecting their bloodstained pupils.

  A single torch is not enough to penetrate the thick black mist. When thousands of fires gather, overlooking from a high place, it looks like a long river of natural flames.

  The flame is like a soul breaking free, as if hundreds of millions of awakened souls are leading to new life.

Like a bird flying free, people desperately opened the iron cage that restrained it. With the sound of broken gold and melting iron, the bird rushed to the outside world. The mountains of bones piled up beside the iron cage stared at its back, and told it-

  Go.

  Fly.

   "Grandpa, why do we light a fire?" A little girl asked her grandpa.

  Her grandfather's cloudy eyes trembled and said, "For hope."

   "What is hope?" the little girl asked.

  Grandpa didn't speak, just pointed to the sky.

  In an instant, harsh piercing sounds rose from the sky, and hundreds of aircraft passed through the sky, like a bright galaxy guarding a city-state.

   "Hoo-hoo-hoo-!"

   A pool of clear light shines from their tails, like meteors flying obliquely, with a long tail composed of light sources trailing behind them, and the gorgeous colors blend with each other.

  What they all point to is a tall burning building, like a torch in the eternal night. The bottom of the building was blasted from the origin stone, with the pointed end facing upwards, like a sharp blade standing in the era, standing upright.

  The bright red flames pointed to the sky, and even the eternal night was dyed red.

   "Crash-crack-!"

Here and there, the light stream of the city-state flows with the slight movement of the crowd, like countless stars crushed in the moonlight, like fine pieces of ice melting into clean fire, like a touch of light in the depths of the mist Broken light, like a bizarre dream.

  When the **** sat on the throne of Hephaestus,

  In an instant, bright red colors filled the entire dark sky, like a sunflower blooming suddenly.

   Horrible data flows from the dome, flickering for a moment, like the rhythm of nerves and blood vessels. The voice of Skyrim let out a cry of terror.

  The **** fell on the roof, and his whole body was covered in pain caused by rose blood. This extreme pain was unbearable even for him. He wanted to commit suicide to escape, but he couldn't move his fingers.

   "—Su Mingan! Su Mingan! Come out!"

   "Su Mingan!"

  He didn't get a reply, and the flames below had already started to prairie fire.

  In an instant, a violent deflagration rose from under the central building and rushed straight up. Intense flames overflowed and surged, like long rings of scattered flames.

  The building began to tremble and collapse!

  The rubble collapsed, like entangled blood vessels, the air shattered, and the smoke and dust flew all over the sky, like a collapsing hell.

   "Su Ming'an—!" the **** roared.

   "Actor, what are you doing! Stop, stop!" Even Skyrim's voice realized something was wrong.

  However, Su Mingan did not reply. He hooked the puppet thread, his soul floated above his body, watching the night scene of the city-state with his soul.

   He ignored the angry or begging voices, hooked the corners of his lips, and murmured.

   "...so beautiful."

gorgeous.

  —The bright river of civilization, like the thousands of planes of the morning star, the burning sky of flames.

  All the fire and light sources are lit at the same moment at this moment, and the city-state is already brightly lit.

  He saw the ginkgo trees in the inner city that had not yet withered. They have witnessed all the vicissitudes of life from the first year of the catastrophe to the 102nd year, like living fossils of civilization. There is also the small wooden tea house, which nestles quietly between the overlapping branches of trees. If you sit by the railing, the scenery is still good.

The wartime headquarters during the War of Dawn is still preserved, the political center building in the 49th year of the catastrophe is still there, and the ruins of the glass building that collapsed on the night of the decisive battle in the 72nd year of the catastrophe are also well preserved. Their bricks and tiles maintain their original appearance, like An ancient ritual.

  White birds fluttered their wings from the bell tower, and the golden leaves of the ginkgo were scattered like butterflies, until some of the leaves gently fell on the palm of the stone statue of Asa Actor in the square.

The stone statue of Akto still maintains a steady smile. Those eyes seem to have penetrated the long river of human history and civilization, penetrated through 2,300 simulations, and gently landed on this place that he himself has not yet arrived. Above the beautiful city-state.

  —As if Asa Actor was standing here, in a white coat, gazing at the civilization he had desperately saved.

  Su Mingan felt his nose sore.

  He seems to have seen creatures like "humans" walk for a long time, and finally come to spring. A civilized dispute has been going on for a long time, and finally came to an end.

  Someone's spring is always on the way, and someone's spring has already passed away—when the next winter comes.

do you know?

-spring is coming. Brought warm sun, brought flowers, brought infinite dawn.

  When winter comes, can spring be far behind?

  "—High temperature warning, the temperature in the cabin has reached 40 degrees Celsius."

  "—High temperature warning, the temperature in the cabin has reached 45 degrees Celsius."

  In the plane, Dong Anan put his hand on the lever and pushed it down.

  She looked back at the cabin, a large number of origin stones were piled up in the cabin, expanding due to heat.

   With the arrival of the twentieth day, her memory gradually recovered.

"...The essence of the dawn system is a kind of brain in a vat, and what controls the brain in a vat is a kind of collective unconsciousness. Akto used me as a medium to print out the program Su Xiaobi. She became the master of the two-dimensional world. antivirus program."

   "I originally thought that as long as I killed Actor, the brain in a vat could be reset. But now it seems that I was wrong."

   She muttered to herself:

"What memory, what past... I was originally a program implanted into Liming's system. I'm not even Dong An'an, I'm just an anti-virus program in the one-dimensional world. When I need me, my memory is unsealed , to prevent being observed by the gods in advance."

   "I can even be called 'Su Xiaobi'."

"But,"

   "What is the evaluation of a program as 'real'? Under what circumstances can a program be considered a 'life'?"

  【Impact countdown: 120 seconds】

  She looked at the approaching central building:

  "Having the same temperament, the same memory, and the same thinking mode—what are 'us', these electronic sheep?"

   "Su Mingan. Are you willing to save us electronic sheep?"

   "Why on earth are we... worthy of you?"

  She looked through the glass of the plane at Su Mingan, who was lying in a pool of blood on the roof. He was lying on the ground, bleeding all over his body, and he could no longer see the original color of his clothes.

  【Impact countdown: 100 seconds】

  All the people watched this scene from afar.

   They held the burning fire in their hands tightly, and saw the plane getting closer.

  The white bird on the bell tower flies into the distance, as if carrying the song of freedom.

  【Impact countdown: 80 seconds】

  In an instant, people heard Su Mingan's voice.

   That is the voice of Su Mingan using the "source" in the soul form to reach everyone's ears—

   "Now, you don't have to be afraid."

  The voice of the young man is clear, but it seems to be divine. His voice echoed in people's ears, as if it was far away, very far away.

  "—I will use myself as a rope to kill God and let the world return to your hands."

"From the first year of the cataclysm to the 32nd year, a total of 3.278 billion wartime victims, from the 32nd year of the catastrophe to the 72nd year, the total number of wartime victims was 1.323 billion wartime victims, from the 72nd year of the catastrophe A total of 470 million wartime victims by 102, a total of 5,071 million lives—”

   "Your souls will rest in peace."

   "Asa Actor, and the hundreds of millions of heroes in this land - all sacrifices were not in vain."

"spring is coming."

   "You can raise birds, you can plant flowers, and if you want to watch the sun rise, the sunshine every day is very beautiful. If you like someone, then go for it. If you like a hobby, then go for it."

   Having said that, he smiled slightly.

   "Go embrace spring."

   "Choose your life."

   "Believe in your future."

   "Welcome to your tomorrow."

  【Impact countdown: 30 seconds】

"-how about you!"

  I don't know whose voice came from the lights of Wanjia, and the tone was anxious.

   "—City Lord, what about you!!"

  So, one after another, like a raging tide, such voices came out one after another.

   Their castellan did not answer.

  A clear countdown electronic sound came from the headset.

  【29】

  【28】

  【27】

  …

   "Su Ming'an." The god's voice regained its calm at the last moment:

"…you win."

  The weight of this sentence is extremely heavy, representing the defeat of another civilization, and the silent demise of another billions of creatures.

  The gods lay in a pool of blood, calmly watching the night scene of the city-state.

  In his eyes, the lights of thousands of families in the ruined world are reflected.

   The battle of civilizations is extremely cruel. The spring of the ruined world means the severe winter and the end of another world.

   "No." Su Mingan whispered: "'Akto and I' won."

   "If the person you possessed in the first place was me instead of Aktor..." There was unwillingness in the voice of the god.

   "..." Su Mingan was silent for a while, and said what he said to Lin Guang back then.

   "No if."

  He looked up, watching the plane in front of him getting closer.

  In the cabin, Dong Anan’s voice came:

"Su Ming'an, according to the Dawn system's calculations, using an airplane crash to hand over the last password to you is the plan with the highest success rate. It can instantly kill your body while triggering the high fever that stimulates the electronic ghost. At the same time, I, as an antivirus The program, returning to the dawn system after the end of the mission, can reduce the probability of [Tawei] exploiting loopholes..."

   "There is no need to explain the principle." Su Mingan interrupted her suddenly with a smile:

   "At the last moment, let's say something you want to say. As Dong An'an, as Su Xiaobi, it's fine."

  Dong Anan was slightly taken aback.

  …

  【Impact countdown: 10 seconds】

【9】

【8】

  【7】

  …

  ‘London Bridge is falling down…’

  She pursed her lips, didn't say much, just hummed softly.

  Through the heat-expanding glass, the eyes of the two of them intertwined in the growing flames, like two white birds with intertwined feathers.

  Su Mingan was startled slightly, and quickly hummed softly, joining her.

  As she got closer and closer, her pupils were so clear that they seemed to reflect Su Mingan's soul.

   "It's so interesting." She laughed:

   "It's so interesting...Although it's just killing a body, but..."

   "—I'm here to fulfill the contract, Su Mingan."

  ‘London Bridge is falling down…

  ‘Fallingdown, Fallingdown.

  ‘London Bridge is falling down…

  The moment the plane hit the building,

  It was as if a bright light lit up from the sky, sweeping across the entire sky.

  The plane hit the central building, and the source stones in the cabin were heated and expanded, and a sufficient amount of source stones caused an effect like a small nuclear explosion. A violent explosion swept away, and the fire wave surged like a long flood dragon, rushing straight into the sky in an instant.

  In these brilliant firelights—

  It seems that there is a white kaomoji, flashing for a moment, then disappearing in the firelight.

  …

  ‘My fair doctor.’

  …

  【Goodbye (^^*)】

  【Nice to meet youヽ(▽)ノ】

  …

   "Boom!!"

  Earthquakes rang.

  Golden flames lit up the night.

  One circle, two circles, three circles—gorgeous flames and electric currents surged up from the building, blooming dazzling brilliance in the eternal night. A little light lit up from the sky, like a dawning star of civilization, gushing out with the flames like the setting sun!

  People feel tingling in their eardrums, accompanied by the bright red data stream in the sky, as if the whole world is being overturned and reborn.

   "Boom—boom—boom!!"

  The chain explosions continued to sound, and under the extremely high heat of the excitation, the last code of dawn flickered in the air, and finally, it merged into the gorgeous firelight, like a meandering stream.

  The body of the youth on the building disappeared in the flickering data. An electronic ghost lives out of it.

  After five seconds,

  Like the ebbing tide, the scarlet in the sky began to disappear, the greedy voice in the sky was erased, and the black mist was pulled away like a cocoon.

   "The source of civilization" represents the lifespan of the world.

  After defeating the civilization where the gods lived, the "source of civilization" owned by the gods changed hands, giving the ruined world new life.

  This scene was full of shocking miracles, as if a true **** in the sky poured light on the world, like a performance of an ancient myth—the endless darkness was pulled out inch by inch, drowning everyone's sight.

  People raised their heads, and this scene was reflected in their pupils, making it an unforgettable picture in this life.

   Next second.

  —Dawn is born at this moment.

  Like a spreading wildfire, the sun descends like a prairie fire. It climbs from the sky bit by bit, like a pair of invisible hands pushing away the eternal night.

  The black mist retreats step by step like a soldier who has lost his sovereignty, until the light floods the whole world.

  The dawn is sprinkled in every corner, as if living in symbiosis with thousands of households, and every inch is shining brightly.

  —Like Actor gently hugging the world he loves.

  People were so shocked by this scene that they could not speak, they stared blankly at the sudden arrival of the sun. When the first bright light hit their faces, at that moment, most of them shed tears.

   "Spring..." the old soldier muttered to himself:

"…coming."

  Rocha landed the aircraft slowly, turned around, and hugged his girlfriend. Hugging each other like him, there are also students from Constantine University with hundreds of aircraft.

   "Shanshan, spring... is here."

  Her girlfriend gave a sob, crying and laughing:

   "The paper was burned..."

  On the pitch-black crow, a girl covered in burns supports the young man. Che had already put on that **** red cloak. The cloak flutters in the wind, still like the original banner of the beacon fire.

   "Sister." Che stared at the sky in a daze: "He really did it."

   "I always trust him." Yueyue smiled, blood dripping from her bruised skin.

  On the ruins of the wreckage of the plane, Lu buried the bones of the other thirty-five pilots, lit a cigarette, and raised his neck:

   "Look."

   "The sunshine in spring is so nice..."

  Konstantin University, people shouted and rushed out of the auditorium.

  In the city-state square, someone held wild flowers to the stone statue.

  In the fringe area, the ragged residents hug each other tightly.

  In the streets and alleys, the tinder in people's hands is still burning.

  Outside, heavily armed soldiers jumped out of the truck and bowed to the direction of the city-state.

spring.

spring.

spring.

   It seems that the other words in the speech have been lost. People keep repeating this word, and it is the only word that can describe this brilliant moment at this time.

  The building fell in flames, disintegrated. The scorched black bricks and tiles fell to the ground, like the end of an era.

  All the scenes are extremely dazzling, as if a veil was suddenly lifted. With their heads full of sunshine, people stretched out their hands tremblingly to touch the too precious light.

  An old man cried loudly, his voice loud and clear. Soon, people's cries and laughter swept the city-state like waves.

  At this moment, they suddenly felt the power of the sunrise.

  The feeling of weightlessness weighed heavily on his chest, which intensified every minute.

   And at the intersection of their sights—

  In the place where the sun shines the most, at the top of the building, there seems to be a transparent soul, which has been overlooking the building for a long time, and turns away with a smile.

  Before he left, he seemed to be aware of people's gazes, and when he turned around, the dark gray pupils reflected the complete world.

  The white coat blows up with the wind, like the softest wings of a white dove.

   "—Compatriots traveling far away."

   "Towards the misty and distant homeland, let's go."

  He watched people, smiled slightly, and had gentle eyes. It's like seeing endless time and rivers, and also like seeing everything he loves.

  In the burnt ashes, he stopped and smiled, then turned and disappeared.

  People stared at him with tears in their eyes.

   It's like seeing a whole piece of spring.

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  【(TE·Everything Resurrection) Perfect clearance progress: 100%】

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