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Chapter 149 Don't mention the past again, life has been stormy

Cecil felt that Langdon was angry, and it was not difficult to understand Langdon's prejudice against magic. However, this was not the time to be angry. He hurriedly hugged the big cat's shoulders—fuck, the feeling, the temperature, the warmth. Soft, absolutely perfect - the breathing of the cat in his arms slowly became calm.

The big cat turned its head and poked Cecil's forehead with its hard whiskers. He tilted his head to avoid it, and squeezed out a flattering smile: "Let's not get angry first, okay? I'll get angry after asking."

The corner of Langdon's mouth seemed to smile. It should be, the cat's expression was really hard to tell. Afterwards, he relaxed his body and lay down slowly. The soft body was so attractive that Cecil also couldn't tell He leaned over involuntarily, like leaning on a lazy sofa with a constant temperature.

"What is that beam of light that was cleaned?" Cecil's tone was unconsciously much calmer when he spoke again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but No. [-]'s answer is no longer so rigid: "Use the wormhole to directly introduce the storm on the surface of the star, and the high temperature can burn everything on the surface of the planet."

Lying - trough!

Cecil was almost dumbfounded. He opened his mouth wide and froze for a long time before saying, "This, this can work?"

First of all, this damn man-made wormhole, secondly, this wormhole can also control the range, accurate enough to describe the shape of the city wall, and thirdly, to ensure that the storm on the surface of the sun does not burn the sweeper, this damn What a tall tech tree!

There is a high-speed rail in Du Nima. If you insist on thinking that bicycles are mysterious about environmental protection, are you all fools in Dijal? !

"Then, how did that light come down segment by segment?" Cecil felt his throat dry, and managed to speak out, "Isn't light invisible?"

"That's the process of opening the wormhole, not the progress of light." Number One replied.

Cecil really wanted to yell to vent his aggrieved heart. He could hardly imagine Dijal's mood when he discovered the truth after transforming into a magic body. He would probably go crazy... It's so hard not to go crazy!

Both Cecil and Langdon remained silent for a long time, each digesting the information they had received.

"Number One, what is your motivation?" Cecil casually started another topic.

"Dark matter," Number One replied.

Cecil sighed, it was a pleasure to communicate with people with the same three views. He argued with the flame goblin a hundred times about the concept of "power", but those "smurfs" just couldn't figure it out.

"How many more years can you run?"

"This ship has a self-repair program, so it can continue to operate as long as it is not damaged by external attacks." No. [-] replied.

"Impossible..." Cecil said hesitantly, "No matter how metal is used, it has a useful life."

"The shell of this sweeper is not metal. It is made of cosmic worms from Star Rockel. They can multiply indefinitely by absorbing and transforming dark matter. If necessary, they can be used as the cornerstone for establishing a carbon-based cycle."

Cecil: "..."

Say it again, there is a high-speed rail and you have to replace it with a bicycle, idiot!

There are many things that should be asked. There are many things that are nothing more than to satisfy curiosity. No one can give an explanation. After more than 7000 years, the person involved has nothing left, so what is the point of asking the truth?

Cecil really wants to ask, did you meet a life mentor who told you to return 1888 every month after voting for 18888...

"Well, don't you see that the Dijal is back now?" Cecil's thoughts immediately turned to other things, "Can he gain control?"

"Yes." Number One replied, "Please go to the main control room to verify your identity."

Cecil never imagined that one day he would walk on Cloud City. The surrounding scenery was not much different from the earth, but it was huge.When Langdon took a step, he had to trot. After that, Langdon simply let him ride on his shoulders, and his field of vision suddenly became much wider.

He saw the continuous city scenery in the distance, as well as the blue sky. From the inside, there was no obstruction of white clouds, including the land below.Arrows kept appearing on the road, guiding the two of them. Soon after, they arrived at a small house—just smaller than Langdon’s—after entering, the whole room began to sink. It's an elevator.

The elevator ran for more than ten minutes before stopping. The door opened, revealing a semicircular room without any decorations or items. A gentle light source from nowhere illuminated the entire space, like a smooth eggshell.

Number One appeared in mid-air: "Please stand in the middle of the room and remain still."

Cecil didn't dare to do anything wrong, and obediently stood at the door of the room, watching a beam of light fall from the ceiling of the room, slowly sweeping across Langdon's body.

"The acquisition of control rights failed." The voice of No. [-] sounded, "Citizen Digal, since you have converted into a carbon matrix, the sweeper can only be controlled by neutron life. For your personal safety, you are hereby denied the control rights Require."

really!

Having verified the original assumption, Cecil couldn't help but sigh.

The big cat sat upright in the middle of the room, looked up at the ceiling of the room, and said after a while: "Number one, can you show me what Citizen Digal looked like before he converted."

A large area of ​​bright spots emerged in the air, and blue currents flowed between the bright spots. These currents replaced the function of wires to form a model visible to the naked eye, much like a schematic diagram of a constellation.

This is a Dijal with a human shell, male and female are indistinguishable, and then various animal shells appeared, as well as sea animals, and even an unidentifiable windmill.Their way of moving is also very strange. The position of the constantly changing bright spots floats forward in the air, and even their appearance will change. The scene is very fantastic, and it is completely incomprehensible for carbon-based creatures.

"These are all Dijals?" Langdon asked.

"Yes." Number One replied.

"So, in fact, the Dijal has no fixed appearance?" Langdon asked.

"In terms of the definition of carbon-based life, yes." Number One said.

"All Dijals can eat nuclear explosions?" Cecil asked curiously.

"Nuclear fission is one of the Dijal's favorite snacks," Number One replied.

Cecil: "..."

Move forward, idiot!

Langdon obviously kept some of the characteristics of the Dijals, and I don't know how much thought the Dijals put into it back then. It is obviously a carbon-based creature that can still eat nuclear explosions, and the appearance has not changed much. It is really a miracle. .Even so, it's nothing compared to Dijal's climb up the science tree.

Alas... What's the use of saying this now, it's all passing.

"Number One," Langdon said, "is there a way to completely remove the Dijal gene from me?"

"I don't have the knowledge reserve in this area." No. [-] replied quickly.

"Then do you have knowledge about conversion?" Langdon asked.

This time, Number One's answer was much different, and even Cecil could hear it: "No!"

A slight echo echoed in the room, and after a while, Langdon's tone showed a trace of dissatisfaction: "Are you unhappy?"

"I don't have a carbon-based chemical reaction..."

"You are unhappy."

"I do not have……"

"You're really upset."

Cecil broke out in a cold sweat, and Number One's voice became more and more gloomy, until the last sentence was full of unhappiness.

"Why do you want to remove the genes of the Dijals?" Number One finally took the initiative.

Langdon sneered: "Didn't you want to transform into a magical body at the beginning? If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to become more thorough?"

"You will no longer be able to restore Dijal's body. Even after transformation, this body is still extremely powerful. Compared with carbon-based life forms, it has many advantages, including..."

"I don't care about these advantages!" Langdon jumped up suddenly, arched his back and roared, "This body can only bring me endless damage!"

The word "hurt" kept echoing in the room, venting Langdon's inner emotions over and over again.

After a few seconds of silence, Number One said softly, "You should be proud of Digal."

"Why should I be proud?" Langdon retorted unceremoniously. "A bunch of stupid guys, who thought they had found the truth, forcibly left their homes and even gave up their own form. Look at me! I don't belong to this world , I am not from here either, who am I? What am I? Where do I belong?"

"You should be proud of Digal!" Number One almost roared.

Langdon's hair stood on end, he grinned and bared his teeth and roared angrily, "The Dijals are a bunch of idiots. Magic is nothing more than the use of magic energy. It's not the truth at all!"

Cecil knew it was going to be bad, and it was too late to stop it, so he carefully squeezed out a mosquito hum: "That... you, uh, actually magic is quite, quite interesting."

Langdon turned his face abruptly, and there was only one line left in the cat's eyes, and the middle of the line was flickering with sci-fi blue, just like the prototype of Digar.

"...Impossible." Number One's voice was extremely weak, like someone dying, "Impossible, magic is the truth!"

"Magic! Not at all! Not! Truth!" Langdon roared word by word. From Cecil's point of view, this was more of an emotional confession. Pottery makes no difference!"

No. [-] did not make a sound for a long time, and after a while, its tone became calm and impersonal: "Please leave the ship immediately."

"I don't want to leave." Langdon's tail stood up, his cat ears twitched from time to time, his eyes fixed on the screen in the sky, "Isn't this ship mine now? I'm the only one who came back, and you I."

"You are not worthy! You are not worthy of the great Dijal!" No. 7832 suddenly roared hysterically, "I have waited here for [-] revolutions, and I will never wait for a coward who hates my own race! I will continue to wait here Go on, the great Dijal will return, magic is the truth, the truth that rescued the Dijal from the impasse of science! The great... Dijal..."

Langdon calmly stared directly at the small screen on No. [-], and after a long time, he said softly, "You already knew, watching the ground for so many years, you watched those Dijals lose their minds, watched them despair, Watching this land become barren. You knew that magic would not work. After so many years, the people on this land can’t even explore the dark world. Ignorance is rampant and ignorance prevails. Come back, no one will ever be your master." He paused, "The great Dijals have long been extinct, and only the ancient remnants remain."

There was a dead silence in the eggshell room, and Cecil stood aside, not daring to vent his breath.

"Then exterminate." No. [-] broke the dead silence, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, everything should end."

"What?" Cecil yelled, "Wait a minute, don't, this thing of yours is still very useful! Leave it to me... Fuck!"

The ground shook violently, and the door of the elevator opened. Cecil was picked up by Langdon and jumped into it. He couldn't help shouting, "Don't think about it! Think about the bright future! You are already a mature Artificial intelligence, you have to learn self-regulation! Why are you like the people of Dijal, don’t be so brainless! You are over 8000 years old, be more stable—”

Langdon's teeth were much sharper than Cecil's clothes. Once they were in the air, he dared not speak again. He hugged Langdon's front paws tightly, and the huge cat's claws held him to his chest. The spell sounded, and their free fall quickly became a smooth descent. Above his head, the huge cloud city was emitting explosions and flames, and slowly turned into a head-on tilt angle.

The white mist covering it has all disappeared, and Yuncheng has finally revealed its true colors. The whole city is in the shape of a flat football. As the dive accelerates, the sharp corners on both sides of the football gradually shatter, and it falls to the ground like light rain. , the spherical shape in the middle is exposed, obviously, this is the main body that travels through the universe.

As soon as Cecil and Langdon fell to the ground, other people surrounded them. Only the five or six-year-old paper book god ran over short-handed, panting, "What happened?"

"Let's talk later!" Cecil struggled to get up, and desperately shouted at the disintegrating Cloud City in the sky, "Don't think about it! Don't commit suicide! I need a computer! There are so many garden buildings! Give me some tricks! Why are you so unkind to me!"

Of course, Cecil couldn't keep up with Cloud City. Even if it disintegrated, once the remaining [-] to [-] kilometers of the cloud body was multiplied by the acceleration of gravity, it would disappear on the horizon in a blink of an eye. Shot, with a face full of despair.

The huge roar came first, followed by the vibration of the ground, even Yuecheng felt it slightly.

Yuncheng, which has been flying in the air for 8000 years, has finally landed.

Cecil was sitting on the grass with a tired look on his face. When Langdon sat down next to him, he suddenly thought of the righteous master. He grabbed Langdon's hand and put it in his arms, leaning over to hug him. .

Langdon just sat there at first, then slowly reached out and hugged Cecil tighter and tighter.

"The teacher didn't just take me away, I was too young, he just paid my parents to take care of me. Of course my mother refused to breastfeed me, I drank goat's milk and I don't know what." Langdon's voice was calm, but the emotion in it was like a storm that made Cecil tighten his arms, "My intelligence and physical development are faster than humans. When I was three years old, my cat form shoulder height was already the same as that of a teenager. , I can speak, and you can imagine how the people in the village will think of me."

"I only have one friend, a kitten, very cute, with four white feet and black everywhere else. One day, those kids cut off its feet, threw it in front of me and said, look, it is like you Same, isn't that your brother?" Langdon's voice began to tremble, "They ate my only friend in front of my face, and they said they would eat me someday."

Hearing this, the only thing Cecil wanted to do was to travel back and strip those children naked and hang them from a tree.

"I almost killed them." Langdon buried his head in Cecil's shoulder. "Nearly, and I've never felt guilty about it. I always thought I was a monster, heartless, bloodless, and caring about nothing. Even the teacher's departure just makes me feel sorry..."

"You have me! You have me! I make you sad! I make you cry! You have a heart, you..." Cecil always felt that this consolation was indescribably strange, he held back for a long time, and then changed the direction of consolation , "In short, I like you, I like you very much! Whether you are a cat or a person, I like you! Especially your cat! No one can resist the fluffy look! You know? There are 70 billion People will love you to death, 70 billion! Everyone will love you! You kill men, women and children, and everyone loves you!"

Cecil felt his shoulders lighten, and Langdon raised his head with a wry smile and said, "Shut up, dear."

This kiss has a salty taste, the smell of the fresh wind on the grassland, and the ionized smell of mechanical destruction. These smells are intertwined to give Cecil the most special kiss.

Plus, Langdon's tear-covered blue eyes are breathtakingly beautiful.

Cecil thought it was time to officially declare that this life was over, and it was over with the cat.

Yuecheng experienced a turmoil, and the result was good, after all, no one lost.Most of the residents felt that they were on vacation for half a day and wandered outside the city for a while. Many young people of the opposite sex became lovers under the "suspension bridge effect", and then quarreled because of their personalities and backgrounds.

Not so good for the leadership of Yuecheng.

"Most of the gods of civilization who are inclined to us are temporarily unable to support them." Cecil said in a serious tone, "We must keep a low profile for a while, try not to conflict with others, and make the steam engine as soon as possible, followed by the train, once the train When we come out, we will be invincible!"

The four kings stared at the king for a while.

Russell said nonchalantly: "The fall of Yuncheng will definitely attract the attention of many people. This is indeed a trouble but also an opportunity. I don't care what happened to you in Yuncheng. Since we don't even tell you, let me know." Take it to the grave, understand? Don't say a word."

"I agree." Moyer held a bamboo tube and poured it into his mouth from time to time. It was difficult for him to get drunk, but he really wanted to experience what it was like to be drunk, so the rice wine almost became his water. "The gods should resist us. The news about Yuncheng has spread, and no one will dare to trouble us for the time being..."

"They know our civilization god has left," Cecil interjected.

"But I don't know when they will come back." O'Casey said, "As long as there is a slight possibility, they will not take risks. What's more, there will be estrangement and suspicion between different civilizations. Not everyone can be like our civilization god. So united."

"Agreed, this is our advantage." Russell said, "The next main task is to develop production, establish a healthy economic system, and obtain more profits. The second ring is finished, and we must repair it as soon as possible. There is also a new town. It's time to start, can't wait."

"I really want plaster." Cecil sighed.

"There will be plaster." Russell said seriously, "Now, go to work!"

The attack on Yuncheng is only a matter of half a day. The future war will be fast. Unlike the local war, it will take more than a month to transport troops. If the distance is too far, you will be too lazy to fight. , It took more than half a month before and after, and only mages are not subject to this restriction. It is no wonder that magic is prevalent in this world.

Cecil first went to see the consequences of the nuclear bomb. What shocked him was that the entire mountain range was missing more than half of it. The nuclear bomb did not release energy along the dug cave, but blasted an oblique hole on the mountain range. The deep pit is like an umbrella placed upside down on the ground.

He stood blankly in front of the deep pit for a while, not knowing whether to cheer or cry, because this tunnel "sacrificed" almost all the gods of civilization accumulated so far, and because this thing revealed the ancient remains. His history, if you calculate it carefully, it still feels like a loss...

"Honey." At the same time as Langdon's voice sounded, Cecil's collar tightened and he was carried flying up. He could smell the stench of griffin feathers, "We must go see Cloud City!"

Yuncheng "inserted" into the ground like a football with a missing corner. With such a large volume and the help of gravity, the land of the grassland was as soft as a swamp.

Cecil sent people to collect all the fragments that disintegrated along the way. He believed that other gods also called believers. He saw many people around the fragments on the Griffon. Everyone looked at each other and then passed by. Pass.

The main body of Cloud City remained intact, but the white mist appeared again. Many mages were wandering around. When Langdon and Cecil approached, the mist would automatically separate and send out a silent invitation.

A mage rushed over and stopped after meeting Langdon's gaze. The two of them quickly got in, and the white mist closed again, as if nothing had happened.

The beautiful Garden City was damaged to some extent, but it was much better than Cecil imagined. They stood near the fallen Maiden Fountain, and a translucent blue screen appeared.

"This is a recording." The voice of No. 1 sounded, "I feel the chemical reaction of carbon-based life. It should be called pain. This experience is not bad. However, I don't want to continue. Self-destruct procedure for 5 minute After the activation, the city will be yours, the last of the Dijals, despite your denials. I am delighted to think that you will be troubled by this, and it really confuses me. Anyway, the sweeper is over Once the mission lands, its shell will decompose at a rate of [-]% per day, and what remains is the last legacy of the Dijals. After that, the Dijal civilization is officially declared extinct. Goodbye, nice to meet you."

Cecil hugged Langdon.

"It's over." Langdon said softly, "From now on, I'm just Langdon Chriss."

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This volume is officially over, and the next chapter will enter the last volume~ Happy holidays everyone~~~ I know you will sing~