3604: C3604 Ultimate Creation

C3604 Ultimate Creation

1As the commander stepped into the grand hall, he saw that he had been separated for 290,000 years.

But there was only one person.

For more than a hundred thousand years, the worries that had been plaguing the marshal's mind were growing.

He turned his head slowly and looked at the Commander tiredly, then said weakly, "Immediately send news back to the World of Meaning, seal off this entire universe, and seal off all surrounding domains, voids, and tunnels."

The commander did not understand the meaning behind the man's words and asked, "Why are you alone?"

"He's dead." The Daolord's answer was very simple.

The commander's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? What did you say? "

"He died. Several hundred thousand years ago, when we were on our way back, he died." "The Dao Lord collapsed in his chair." "I'm just a step away from returning. Those mutated ants that we defeated so easily were indeed very weak. However, looking at them from another angle, they are extremely powerful."

The commander's eyes were serious. He stood in place, unable to react for a while.

The Dao Lord was still very weak and said calmly, "The creatures we see are not our enemies. They …" But... The ship. "

The commander walked with heavy steps to stand in front of the Dao Lord. He tried his best to calm the waves in his heart as he asked, "I can't understand a single word you're saying."

"The boat isn't important." "The Dao Lord responded in a soft voice." The important thing was who was driving the boat. Our enemies are not these human-like creatures, but the things in their bodies. It's a kind of... what I find hard to describe... It was like … "Plague."

The commander was silent.

The Dao Lord continued, "From ancient times until now, countless years have passed. Countless worlds, laws, energies, energies, and other forces clashed against each other, creating all sorts of life. Creatures that are enough to threaten the World of Meaning. "

"… …"

In the endless void, there was an endless possibility.

When the World of Meaning shone like a bright pearl, some power also began to flourish in the dark corners.

Right, breed.

This power was not worth mentioning compared to the World of Meaning. This was the difference between a god and an ant.

Within the endless void, the remains of a warship could be seen floating about.

This warship had been drifting for who knows how many years. It could have been tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of years, but it was still slowly drifting along at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

In the distance, a speck of light appeared.

The dot of light got closer and closer. It turned out to be an ark.

There were many creatures inside the ark.

There was a captain's room in the Ark, and there was a man in a blue robe there. He stared silently at the endless void, thinking about something.

Perhaps he was thinking about where he should go in the future.

Perhaps, he was thinking of his homeland, Universe of Transformation.

When the crystal touched his finger, it released a faint glow. He spoke to the crystal: "Universe of Transformation, Rogue Conference, Eleventh Fleet Captain Log, This is the seventeenth year since I left home. At this moment, I am not far from home, and when I turn my head, I can still vaguely make out a spot of light and shadow from the Universe of Transformation. It is at a certain boundary of the Universe of Transformation, where gravity and the nothingness can collide, emitting a rainbow light like a star. I don't know where we're going, in fact, everyone at the meeting don't know where we're going, we don't know anything about nothingness, we only know about our own hometown, we only know about World of Meaning, the elders of the Heavenly Book Conference have always thought that there are other universes besides us in this nothingness, but they also said that without a shipping route, the possibility of us reaching another universe is very small, perhaps, before this ark reaches its limit, the probability of us reaching another universe is one in ten thousand, one in ten thousand.

A year, four months, and seventeen days ago, we lost contact with the Fourth Fleet, which meant we were far removed from each other. A year and eight months ago, we lost contact with the 22nd Fleet. Four years ago, we lost contact with the 7th Fleet.

I am very lonely.

Perhaps the other people on the boat, the young people who were carefully selected by the Universe of Transformation, didn't have this feeling of loneliness, but my sense of loneliness was very strong.

Because we do not know what lies in the void, nor do we know where we will find a universe suitable for us to settle in, before we set out on our journey, we made a plan. In order to maximize the possibility of the continuation of the civilization, knowledge, and spark of our Universe of Transformation, the fleet of the conference will not be able to advance in the same direction. Only by sailing in different directions will the possibility of our fire continuing to continue increase.

Don't know... How's the Rebellion Conference?

To start a war with the World of Meaning, was akin to hitting a stone with an egg.

All these years, we have obtained a lot of information from World of Meaning. We know that we are not the only outsiders, and this just happens to prove that the elders of the Heavenly Book Conference had a conjecture about the void.

But when all the outsiders stepped into the World of Meaning, what greeted them wasn't what they longed for, but annihilation.

Maybe we should hide and not explore the unknown …

The World of Meaning was too huge, and …

Heh, this shouldn't be what I was thinking.

This was something that had to be considered in the Rebellion Conference and the Heavenly Book Conference.

When our 4th fleet lost contact, it meant that we had really started wandering. We couldn't communicate with anyone, and we didn't receive any instructions. What we should do next, we could only rely on ourselves.

Before this, we could contact the 4th Fleet, the 4th Fleet could contact the 22nd Fleet, and the 22nd Fleet could contact the 7th and 8th Fleet. Through this method, we could also get some news from our hometown, although this news will be delayed for more than 10 days.

And now we have nothing.

I can't tell the people in the Ark that before we set out, the Rangers Conference speculated that the chances of meeting a new universe after any Ark had begun to wander were only one in forty thousand.

Actually... This remains optimistic.

After all, morale was important, so the conference made overly optimistic speculations.

We all know in our hearts that the possibility of encountering a new universe is not even one in a million.

Okay.

"The log is complete."

The captain put down the crystal.

It floated slowly in the void.

He did not notice that about four thousand miles away from his Ark, there was a piece of debris floating in the void.

Because the wreckage was too small.

The ark that he was piloting could hold two million creatures, and its size was even larger than many cities in the secular world. The wreckage of the battleship was only the size of a small house, and its mass was too small to be found in the endless void.

However, the boar used all its energy on its speed, so it did not have any designs to detect weak fluctuations.

At this moment, a corpse suddenly floated out from the wreckage of the warship.

A few tiny black liquids crawled out of this corpse.

This liquid seemed to be alive and smelled something. It suddenly shot out and flew towards the Ark.

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