Chapter 688: Millions of Years of Boredom

Wharton kept looking at Fen Luo.

It seemed to be asleep at first, then its body became more and more transparent, and finally disappeared in this dream world.

It took about 20 years.

Wharton still didn't know whether it was dead or returned to reality.

But as it said, even if Fen Luo had returned to reality, it still needed to find more information in this dream world, and then meet other soldiers and repeat this "exit" method.

Wharton looked at the place where Fen Luo disappeared, and in fact, he still felt guilty.

What if Fen Luo did not return to reality, but died?

"Guilt is not something that the superior should think about. This place is so cruel. Hasn't my heart become cold enough after so many years?"

Wharton reflected on his guilt.

But this is actually normal.

Unlike the Federation, people like Wharton in the Federation have longer lifespans.

For example, the increase in lifespan brought by identity, the suspension of lifespan brought by public office, and the double increase in lifespan brought by telekinesis.

Even if Wharton is a bojue, in the flying civilization, his lifespan is not long.

Without a long life span, a civilization can have enough fresh blood and maintain healthy development, but it will also make the life of a civilization not calm enough and indifferent enough.

Many generals or commanders in the Federation can let hundreds of millions of soldiers die without changing their faces.

Of course, Wharton is a bojue, and it is more inclined to the governance of civilization.

In the process of governance, emotions are necessary. Without emotions, society will be rigid and too formatted.

Perhaps it is for this reason that Yan Xia will let Wharton complete this plan.

A life with a cold heart cannot trust others enough, and it cannot create a life described by others.

"Go on."

"My mission is not yet completed."

Wharton continued to create.

It doesn't know when it will end.

But it feels that it should be able to wait.

It should...

After 1,000 times, this voice in its heart has some slight changes.

After 10,000 times, it obviously feels tired.

After 100,000 times, it feels bored again. This boredom is from the inside out, the kind of disgusting and dull boredom.

It began to ask itself again and again, is such persistence meaningful?

Countless answers in its mind are, no!

No matter how many times it asks, the word "no" is so ruthless, leaving it no room.

It felt weak, as weak as Fen Luo.

It was not exhausted, but the endless pain brought by self-denial. These pains tortured its body and mind. It thought that these pains were real, so in this dream world, these pains would become real, turning into swords cutting its body.

At this time, its black and white body was stained with green blood.

The blood dyed its body so gorgeously, it never thought that its body could become such a beautiful color.

However, the wings were broken and the body was incomplete.

Looking down from a high altitude, it was like a painting splashed with oil paint.

"Is it my turn?"

"I comforted the other Qiluo, but I couldn't comfort myself."

"Yan Xia, can you imagine it? I have imagined 6.18 million of you, and each time it is getting richer, and even with the passage of time, you are more majestic, and even, you are almost close to the queen."

"But it's the same, you are the king of human civilization, you should be like the queen."

"By the way, now that I think about it, you don't really want to turn our queen into a human, do you? Unfortunately, you can't answer."

"I was actually wondering if you had anticipated this ending a long time ago. I can't leave here, so you told me all this, Then die, so you don't have to endure the pain. "

"Sly guy, I shouldn't have listened to you. After listening to you, this plan became the only option. "

"I should have studied other decisions, maybe I could succeed. After all, I have been here for a million years. "

"My civilization should have long since stopped needing these, but I still have fantasies. According to the records, the time in the Inka world and the time in reality are not the same concept. Maybe a million years here is just a moment in reality. "

"But that's even more terrifying. That seven-dimensional civilization will enter reality faster. "

Wharton still wants to stand up and fly.

But he can feel that his heart is dead.

Perhaps it can be awakened by another life, but this life no longer exists.

"Forget it!"

"I am in too much pain."

As he said, Wharton closed his eyes and entered a dark and silent world.