Chapter 998 Postmen

In a certain boundless and mysterious universe, in the vast starry sky, a dark and cold giant spacecraft is slowly floating.

Mithras approached in a small shuttle. She had just completed an exploration mission. The result was that nothing was gained. There was a planet ahead, but there was no life on it and no usable resources.

She was used to it, or was numb to it.

The first thing that appeared in her sight was not the details of the spacecraft, but a special, extremely huge "shield" surrounding the spacecraft.

This shield is not a mechanical structure or other energy structure. It is composed of corpses wearing armor.

Mithra is a human woman of about thirty years old, but she looks older, with dull eyes and a haggard appearance.

But when her eyes touched the corpses that formed the shield, she seemed to be more alive after death, and there was respect in her eyes.

"Light"

A word came out of her mouth.

Mithra's mind recalled that once extremely great scene:

The terrifying "scream" struck from the depths of the universe, destroying countless civilized races and countless planets along the way. Soon it was their turn, and this ship called "Niga" was bigger than some planets. The special civilization carried by the spaceship.

They are the Negans, a special spaceship civilization that began floating in the universe thousands of years ago.

Originally, the Negans thought they would continue forever, but when the scream came, everything changed.

The Niga homeland, which was believed to be forever indestructible, suffered a devastating disaster. The power system, circulatory system, intelligent system, etc. that were fundamental to maintaining the operation of the spacecraft were directly destroyed. What was even more terrifying was the food system used to supply the Niga people. Those Algae farms, artificial meat ranches, nutrition factories...all were seriously damaged.

And these are just the beginning.

The real horror is the death of the Nega people.

The Nica civilization before the disaster had nearly 100 million members. In the first wave of screams, tens of millions died.

The second wave is tens of millions again.

When the third wave comes, the Nega civilization has reached the brink of collapse and will all die at any time.

At this time, heroes began to appear.

Mithra looked at him with his own eyes. A strange and familiar "Niga" suddenly began to shine. They put on their armors and held hands. Together, they formed a huge light shield outside the spacecraft, bringing that The hateful screams of death and despair block the outside world.

Although the light shield was destroyed time and time again, the birth of heroes did not stop. New Nega people stood up, holding the light, and constantly dedicating themselves to repair the shield.

This also includes Mithras' husband.

Even she herself had not imagined how her husband, who had been an ordinary maintenance worker for decades, could burst out with that kind of power.

Finally, the disaster ended, after her husband gave his life.

Mithras, who was getting closer and closer to the spacecraft, wandered his eyes over the severely broken shield, trying to find the body of her husband.

The heroes died, but the bodies could only be allowed to escape one by one and could not be taken back into the spacecraft.

Everyone knows and understands that the bodies of heroes are filled with "screams of hate."

A few seconds later, Mithras had to look away after passing through the gap in the shield.

She didn't find her husband's body.

There was no disappointment on Mithra's face. She was used to it. She sighed:

"It's all out, it's all out."

Sighing, the shuttle was guided back to the inside of Niga.

Mithras left the shuttle mechanically, went through the tedious inspection and decontamination procedures, and reported the task to the surviving low-level brain. Then he wore a looser uniform and walked along the cold steel tunnel to his room.

Exiting the tunnel and passing through some of the cabins, she entered the common area.

In the past, all public areas inside "Niga" were extremely lively, but now, these areas are closed.

Only Area Fifty-Nine is left open for the entertainment and recreation of all surviving Negars.

But the fact is that entertainment is dead and the Nega civilization has tens of thousands of survivors.

But everyone, including her, needs to perform various tasks to maintain the continuation of Nega civilization.

Everyone Mithras saw had the same expression on their faces, which was numbness and despair, like zombies and emotionless puppets.

The spacecraft broadcast was broadcasting some content in a loop.

It probably means that the captain and other surviving senior officials assured the people that the spacecraft was being repaired, the food supply would not stop, and the disaster was completely over.

Mithras knew the "truth". The disaster was indeed over, but the Nica civilization may have been destroyed long ago.

Two consecutive screams of hatred not only killed nearly 100 million Negans, but also destroyed almost all systems inside the spacecraft. It could no longer maintain normal operation.

As explorers, she and her colleagues have never gained anything.

"It won't last long. This will be the cemetery for all of us."

"Niga is a huge mechanical coffin."

"The only consolation is that at least my family is still here..."

Mithra walked slowly, her steps becoming heavier and heavier, and her whole body exuded a strong aura of death.

It wasn't until she approached her room that the aura on her body changed.

She walked faster and forced a smile on her face.

She herself was on the verge of collapse and wanted to follow her husband countless times, but she couldn't because she and her husband had a child.

The boy born in the disaster may also be the last "newborn" of the Niga.

Mithras knew that some Nega people who also knew the truth were promoting the "No Childhood Pact". They did not want new life to come and then go to death with them. That would be too cruel.

When he was about to see his room, Mithras suddenly felt a slight pain in his shoulder.

She was hit by someone, a very "weird" Nega.

His forehead has the unique characteristics of the Nega people, such as antennae and black spots, but there is no numbness or despair on his face.

When Mithras looked over, it was strange that the man smiled brightly at him.

Mithras couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen such a bright smile, whether it was his own or that of other Negans.

Before she could force a smile in response, she heard the man say again:

"Lady, the light never goes out. The light is always in the depths of your and other people's hearts."

"You have to remember the promise you made to your husband and never, ever give up hope."

After saying that, the man turned around and ran towards the depths of the passage, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Mithras had no time to investigate further, because she suddenly heard a "strange noise" coming from her room. In addition to the babbling sounds of her children, it was also mixed with more exciting noises.

My child... that strange man... Mithras rushed to the room almost immediately.

"call"

While panting violently, she saw her child, still lying in the crib, with the baby care robot working normally next to her.

But what surprised her was that her child's tender hands were holding a "toy" that she had never seen before.

It was a warrior doll wearing a space suit, holding a red flag and looking into the distance.

That flag is pointing in a certain direction.

On the doll's belly, majestic and exciting music is playing.

At first, it only echoed in the room, but soon, this unimaginably contagious song began to spread to the entire spacecraft, starting from the Mithras room.

Different from the song that killed nearly 100 million Nega people, this song has the power to revive the Nega people and civilization.

"Go forward, go forward, follow me forward."

"Follow the direction of that flag and bravely explore, explore, explore."

"You will find sweet food, great strength, and the wisdom of life..."

Mithras was shocked by the singing. She fell into a daze for an instant, and then her whole body seemed to come to life. She seemed to be able to feel unimaginable changes taking place in her body.

The courage, wisdom and vitality that had gradually disappeared were returning, reviving unstoppably in her body.

The same change occurs in every Nega's body.

…

Outside the spaceship, Stan Du Plessis, who had returned to his original appearance, was watching everything with a smile on his face.

Not long ago, he was summoned by the Lord, left the Origin Star, and began to run around the mysterious place and give away all kinds of weird toys.

This is a new job. He is both a dream wizard and a very hard-working postman.

There are many fantasy wizards who have obtained new jobs like him, well, there are no less.

The number of dream wizards that has swelled to hundreds has been assigned this job by their masters.

Although he is just a postman, Stan Du Plessis, who has been to many places, has unspeakable depression and compassion deep in his eyes.

He saw too much "despair" and "death".

Everywhere, yes, everywhere he went, it was like this.

Although the disasters are all over, a large number of doomsday wasteland-like worlds have still been created.

The creatures in these ruins rarely have happiness.

Most are still rebuilding the world and continuing civilization and race.

Stan Du Plessis' character is already somewhat sensitive, and he has suffered a lot of pollution after seeing such scenes too many times.

But fortunately, every time "delivery ends", he can get relief.

The scene in front of me is the best antidote.

"So, next one."

After the words fell, Stan, who was carrying a huge package behind him, saluted with respect to the countless corpses of heroes that had emitted "light" before him. Then with the help of some kind of power, he disappeared in a flash.

…

When Stan Du Plessis went to the next mailing address, strange laughter came from the library and the dollhouse.

"My subordinates work really hard, and they all have to be rewarded with candies when they're done."

On the Tum statue that had turned into a rocking chair, the new owner of the dollhouse, Mr. Tang Qi, was smiling and talking, but at the same time he saw flashing phosphorescent tentacles running out from under his waist, and he was dexterously playing with a large number of strange toys. .

He had to do this, otherwise these toys would never stop shouting "play with me", which was a strange request that he had to agree to.

Tang Qi firmly refused to admit it. He just wanted to play, so he must have been forced to do so.

Also forced is the new hobby of eating sweets.

In his arms lay a candy box, which contained various candies with colorful wrappers, all of them Tum's creations.

Each one has an unforgettable taste.

The tentacles were playing with toys and eating candy in their mouths, but there were light and shadow screens in front of them.

A large number of fantasy wizards pop up on every screen. Some of them maintain their original images, while others put on some funny and cute "doll costumes".

What they have in common is that there is a huge package behind the wizards.

No surprise, those packages contained toys made by Tumu.

Or rather, the first toys that need to find their owners.

Originally Tang Qi planned to deliver it himself, but not long ago he said something and saw an endless queue forming in front of him, so he had to change his mind.

Fortunately, the number of his subordinates has been expanding.

Because he was helping the ancient god "Tum" complete his duties, Tang Qi did not bother the furnace wizards.

Of course, the main reason is that I am a little worried that "The Furnace" is too narrow-minded. What if he does not allow his subordinates to run errands for another god?

In addition to the collective dispatch of fantasy wizards, Tang Qi also recruited some more children.

Those children with terrifying talents in the witch school have grown up a lot.

They do not have the status of dream wizards, but with Tang Qi's permission, they can borrow dream passages to travel through various worlds.

The children were all excited about this "job" and set off carrying packages bigger than themselves.

Originally, Tang Qi thought about letting "Night Beast" and "Fairy" join in, but the growth of these two little guys once again entered a critical period.

They are all becoming the "kings" of their respective ethnic groups, and this process cannot be easily interrupted. Fortunately, there is no shortage of two laborers.

Hundreds of fantasy wizards, plus a group of talented children.

These postmen are enough.

After dispatching the postmen, the reason Tang Qi still didn't return to the library was because he was waiting for help.

"Tumu's toys and candies are all strange objects with extraordinary power. As an ancient god in charge of 'creation' and 'destiny', Tumu may have foreseen the disaster after the light goes out."

"Most of the first batch of gifts He made to be mailed will be aimed at disasters and bring hope to those poor creatures, such as the flag warrior Stan gave to the baby."

"But Tumu's power shouldn't cover all doomsday worlds. Maybe the postmen will run into some trouble?"

Tang Qi, who was sitting on the rocking chair, just had this idea in his heart.

Immediately, something strange appeared on the screen in front of him.

In the ripples of phosphorescence, he heard somewhat chaotic prayers.

Tang Qi immediately looked at that world, but at the first glance, his expression froze for a moment.

dark!

A country without any "light" broke into Tang Qi's eyes.

Almost all life on this planet is dead.

No matter whether it is plants or animals, even some tenacious microorganisms, there is no trace.

In addition to the desolation, there is also an alternative scene on the earth:

They were countless "statues" standing in the darkness and coldness. They all maintained the same posture, holding something in their hands, frozen on the ground.

Their expressions were fearless, staring straight ahead.

Their dead bodies still stood upright, continuous, like guards who never gave up in the darkness.

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