[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 160 Eden 48

At that time, Clark didn't understand the real meaning of Ian's "nice to meet you".

After his spirit body was pulled out, he was dragged into a crack in space.

He saw Ian going away, and at the same time, in the almost shattered dream, countless mixed memories flashed in his mind.Clark tried his best, but he could only see a very short memory.

As if answering the questions he once had, this memory contains all the causes and consequences of Ian's connection with Star Nest.

A child born in Gestalt, who speaks few words and has little knowledge of the outside world, a child who has no idea what wishes or desires he has, why did he become a believer in the Eye of the Secret Star, and why did he join the Star Nest?

This memory gives all the answers.

Clark saw in a trance that a scavenger captain who broke away from the gestalt wandered into the federal territory after escaping the pursuit of other scavengers.

He is ignorant of everything, and has no desire to know.

Unsurprisingly, he was ostracized by everyone. He was called a monster, a bug called the Exterminator, and was targeted and hit by countless weapons, and he was driven out of the Federation.At that time, he didn't have any friends or family members who would support him.

He is lonely and embarrassed like a puppy in the rain, but he is always calm and indifferent, as if he does not feel humiliation or grievance, and he is so detached that he seems to have lost all humanity.

However, just as he stepped out of the federal territory, he was ambushed by Gestalt again.

With no supplies of any kind, he struggled through years on both sides, with old wounds and new ones, no food, no rest, no home, just wandering.

Later, he began to doubt the meaning of it all.

He began to doubt the meaning of his existence.

So one day, he finally stopped resisting, and after giving up his knife, he was seriously injured and died.

In his sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy memory, Clark couldn't even tell whether it was the Federation who killed him or the Gestalt.Because in Ian's eyes at the time, it didn't matter at all, and it wasn't worth remembering.

He was rescued by a passing ship.

It was a ship of the Secret Star Cult.

The Mystic Order had entered the end of its decline at that time, and almost all members of the order had fallen into madness due to overexposure to the Mystic Eye. Ian was rescued by the last member of the Order on board who was not yet completely insane. up.

"I will soon follow in their footsteps and enter the kingdom of my lord." The members of the Secret Star Cult said with a smile, "You are the same."

At that time, Ian's limbs were broken and could not be spliced ​​together, let alone healed.He didn't care about the so-called eyes of the secret star, nor did he care about life and death, he just quietly listened to the words of the believer of the secret star.

"Son, did you break away from the Gestalt?" said the Mystery believer. "It's a poor child. You have to leave forever before you have time to see this world."

Ian didn't want to talk to him, but for some reason, maybe because of the flashback, he opened his mouth at that time and asked calmly, "...what's so interesting?"

What is there to see in this world?

There was no resentment, no curiosity, just an ordinary question, as if he was really puzzled - what is so good about this world?

The secret star believer said with a smile: "That's too much."

In the last days of his life, this believer babbled about many, many experiences of his travels in his youth.

He said that he has been to the frozen tundra planet, where the icy edge trees are several times more beautiful than the most beautiful ice sculptures in the Federation.

He said that he has been to the ocean planet, where there are huge whales tens of meters long, which will rush out of the sea, float in the air and sing beautiful songs.

He said that he has been to a planet covered with deserts, where the sand contains some mysterious substance that can stimulate the potential of the human body and give people incredible power.

Ian listened quietly, drawing those strange and beautiful scenes in his mind for the first time.

"But the most beautiful thing I have ever met is without a doubt my Lord." The devout Mysterious Star believer said, "If you have any unfinished wishes, maybe you can try to communicate with Him."

……

The secret star disciple died.

Ian lay next to his dead body, he felt that his life was slowly draining away, maybe he wouldn't survive today.

He didn't know why he made such a decision, he only knew that maybe his fate would change completely at this moment.

He summoned the Eye of the Mystic Star.

—He wants to go and see.He wanted to see with his own eyes the beautiful things in this world.

So, he wants to live.He wants to live on until the day he can find what he seeks.

And that day has finally come.

……

Clark's consciousness gradually blurred, and the picture of memory fragments finally stayed on Ian's last sentence to Clark. There was a sincere smile on his slightly immature face:

"Nice to meet you, Clark."

……

Clark opened his eyes suddenly.

He stood up, then suddenly fell to his knees, with his hands propped on the cold ground, breathing in the air with great gulps, as if someone had strangled his lungs hard, making him almost suffocate.

The familiar reinforced concrete forest around him made him realize that he was back in the metropolis once again.

"...Ian." He suddenly remembered something, and quickly raised his head.

He saw the little figure falling from the sky.

The gray barrier was closing in on his body at an extremely fast speed. Almost instantly, the barrier of the metropolis was eliminated, and the dream was shrunk to the extreme.

Metropolis was liberated.

Without hesitation, Clark rushed forward and hugged the fallen Ian.

He felt his hands were trembling. He was worried that he would not be able to hold the child, so he staggered back to the top of the building and knelt on the ground.

"Ian?" His voice trembled.

The child in his arms was still breathing steadily, with a calm expression, as if he was having a sweet dream that he didn't want to wake up from.

"Wow—"

The portal was opened beside him, and countless familiar people walked out of the portal.

"Successful?" Tony took the lead and asked pleasantly, "It came out so soon, I haven't had time to record some more technology in the dream... eh? Why is the little samurai still asleep?"

Seeing that Clark was almost out of his wits, Bruce hurried forward to sniff Ian.

"He's still alive," Bruce said.

"...Well." Clark responded in a low voice, but didn't say another word.

He's alive, but only alive.

He won't wake up.

The child who didn't even need sleep could finally get a good night's sleep.

……

At this moment, other residents of the metropolis have also woken up.They saw their relatives, friends, and some even died in their dreams.

The reunion after a long absence, the great sorrow and joy of parting from life and death made many people shed tears.

Fortunately, fortunately, all this is just a dream.

Fortunately, the god finally extended a helping hand to them and took them back to their hometown, the earth they were familiar with, and the metropolis.

At this moment, countless metropolitan people are silently grateful for the Eye of the Secret Star in their hearts.

They had never believed in this god before the dream.

But at this moment, they were all grateful to Him from the bottom of their hearts, and they didn't even notice it. This gratitude gradually turned into reverence and even faith.

At this moment, the belief that grew out of nothing in a very short period of time immediately formed an unprecedented tide of belief, almost surpassing the one in Gotham that year!

In terms of the total amount of belief, Metropolis is still far behind Gotham, but this is a belief formed in a short moment after all, and the speed of its quantitative change has caused a complete qualitative change!

Bruce suddenly remembered something, he looked around, frowned and asked Zatanna beside him: "Where's the Pope?"

"Isn't he here?" Zatana also looked around, a little surprised, "He was still there just now, didn't he enter the portal?"

Bruce looked at the portal that hadn't been closed, and frowned slightly. He glanced at Clark, who was still in a dazed state, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and re-entered the portal.

He had to find the pope first.

……

He failed to find the Pope.

In other words, he failed to find the Pope that most people knew.

Following the traces of pollution left in the air, he walked through the outskirts of the metropolis and entered a nearby forest.This is already a natural place that is inaccessible to people, but it is so quiet that even the chirping of insects cannot be heard.

Bruce walked silently through the forest, and after turning around a hill, he saw the person he was looking for.

A piece of gold.

The golden vines spread out in all directions and hung on the densely packed branches. The ends of the tiny vines grew like capillaries, entangled on the branches, and tightly entangled the fragile branches. If you look carefully, you can even see Those golden vines seemed to tremble and twitch.

A red to black viscous liquid dripped down the tree trunk.

Looking around, within a radius of one kilometer, there were blood-oozing golden vines all around, but there was no sign of the Pope.

"...So serious?" Bruce asked suddenly.

"sand……"

A gust of wind blew by, and countless ancient trees entwined with vines swayed.

Then, a slightly weak, but still calm and gentle voice sounded in Bruce's ear.

"It does seem to be a little more serious than I thought."

Forcibly squeezed power into the entire dream universe through the cracks, and brought out all the people in the metropolis unscathed-under the protection of the crystallization of faith, the people in the metropolis did not suffer any damage, but for the pope, In fact, it has exceeded the threshold of his ability.

The power he used has already broken through that dangerous critical point, and the consequences of this are self-evident.

His already precarious pollution level has almost collapsed.

"Can you recover?" Bruce asked in a deep voice.

"..." After a while of silence, the Pope's voice sounded again, "Perhaps."

Bruce was silent too.

He looked at the wriggling golden tentacles that seemed to be shaking and twitching in pain, and sighed silently.

"Why don't you go back to the cathedral?"

The Pope chuckled, with obvious self-deprecating meaning in the laughter: "It is the most holy place, and it is a kind of defilement for me to go in as it is now."