In the vast and mysterious universe, in the vast starry sky, a huge black and cold spaceship is slowly drifting.

Mithra approached in a small shuttle, she had just finished an exploration mission, and the result was nothing, there was a planet in front of her, but there was no life on it, and there were no resources to use.

She has become accustomed to, or rather, [Zhu Bajie www.zbjzw.xyz] numb.

The first thing that appeared in her line of sight was not the details of the ship, but a special, incomparably large "shield" that surrounded the ship.

The shield is not a mechanical structure, or any other energy structure, it is made up of a corpse wearing battle armor.

Mithra is a human female in her thirties, except that she looks older, with dull eyes and a withered appearance.

But when her gaze touched the corpses that formed the shield, it was as if she had died alive, and there was respect in her eyes.

"Light"

A word came out of her mouth.

Mithra's mind recalled the once incomparably great scene:

The terrifying "scream" struck from the depths of the universe, destroying countless civilizations and planets along the way, and soon it was their turn, a special civilization carried by this spaceship called "Niga", which was larger than some planets.

They are the Niga, a special ship civilization that has been roaming the universe for thousands of years.

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

The Niga homeland, which will never be destroyed, has been wiped out, and the power system, circulation system, intelligent system, and other fundamental systems that keep the ship running have been directly destroyed, and what is even more terrifying is the food system used to feed the Niga, those algae farms, artificial meat pastures, and nutrition factories...... All were badly damaged.

And that's just the beginning.

The real horror was the death of the Niga.

Before the catastrophe struck, there were nearly 100 million members of the Nica civilization, and tens of millions died in the first wave of screams.

The second wave, again tens of millions.

By the time the third wave came, the Nica civilization was on the verge of collapse and was about to die at any moment.

At this time, heroes began to appear.

Mithra watched as a strange, familiar "Niga" suddenly began to glow, they put on their armor, they held hands, and together they formed a huge light shield outside the ship, blocking the screams of hatred that brought death and despair to the outside world.

Although the mask was washed away again and again, the birth of heroes did not stop, and the new Niga stood up, holding the light, and constantly dedicating themselves to repair the shield.

This also includes Mithra's husband.

Even she herself didn't think about how her husband, who had been ordinary for decades and was just an ordinary maintenance worker, burst out with that kind of power.

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

Mithra, who was getting closer to the ship, scurried over the badly shattered shield, trying to find her husband's body.

The heroes died, but the corpses were left to be detached one by one, unable to retract from the interior of the ship.

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

A few seconds later, Mithra, who had passed through the gap in the shield, had to withdraw his gaze.

Not found, she did not find the body of her husband.

There was no disappointment on Mithra's face, she was used to it, and she sighed:

"It's all out, it's all out. ”

With a sigh, the shuttle was ushered back into Niga.

Mithra mechanically left the shuttle, went through a tedious inspection and decontamination procedure, reported the mission to the surviving low-level brains, and then walked down the cold steel tunnel to his room in a looser uniform.

Exiting the tunnel and passing through part of the cabin, she entered the common area.

All the public areas of the "Niga" used to be very lively, but now they are closed.

Only Area 59 remains, open for the entertainment of all surviving Niga.

But the truth is that entertainment is dead, and there are tens of thousands of survivors of the Niaga civilization.

Even her, she will need to perform various tasks in order to maintain the continuation of the Nica civilization.

The look on the face of everyone Mithra saw was the same, that is, numbness and despair, like a zombie, a puppet with no feelings.

The spaceship is broadcasting, and some content is being broadcast on a loop.

This probably means that the captain and other surviving high-ranking officials assured the people that the ship was being repaired, that the food supply would not stop, and that the disaster was completely over.

Mithra knew the "truth" that the catastrophe was indeed over, but that the Nica civilization might have been destroyed long ago.

Two consecutive Screams of Hate not only killed nearly 100 million Nicans, but also destroyed almost all of the ship's internal systems, and it could no longer even maintain normal operation.

As an explorer, she and her colleagues have never gained anything.

"It won't last long, this will be the graveyard for all of us. ”

"Niga, it's a huge mechanical coffin. ”

"The only consolation, at least the family is still ......"

Mithra walked slowly, her steps getting heavier and heavier, and her whole body exuded a thick air of death.

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

She quickened her pace, forcing 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, she had a child with him.

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

Mithra knew that some of the Nicas who also knew the truth were pushing for the Pact of No Fertility, and that it was cruel that they didn't want new life to come and die with them.

As he was about to see his room, Mithra suddenly felt a slight pain in his shoulder

She's been hit, a very "weird" Niga.

He had features on his forehead such as antennas and black spots that were unique to the Niga, but there was no numbness or despair on his face.

Seeing Mithra look over, it was strange that the man actually smiled brightly at him.

Mithra couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen such a big smile, either her own or any other Niga.

Before she could respond with a forced smile, she heard the man say:

"Ma'am, the light will not be extinguished, the light has always been deep in your heart and that of others. ”

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

With that, the man turned and ran deeper into the passage, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Mithra did not have time to pursue the inquiry, for she suddenly heard a "strange noise" coming from her room, mixed with an even more intense murmur in addition to the babbling of her children.

My baby...... That strange man...... Mithra rushed to the room almost immediately.

"Whew"

In the violent gasp, she saw her child, still lying in the crib, and the baby care robot next to her was working normally.

To her surprise, her child's young hands were holding a "toy" that she had never seen before.

It was a warrior doll in a spacesuit, holding a red flag and looking into the distance.

The flag is pointing in a certain direction.

And the belly of the doll is playing majestic, passionate music.

At first, it only echoed through the room, but soon, the unimaginably infectious vocalike began to spread throughout the ship from Mithra's room.

Unlike the one that killed nearly 100 million Niga, this song has the power to revive the Niga, the Niga civilization.

"Forward, forward, follow me. ”

"In the direction of that flag, brave exploration, exploration, exploration. ”

"You will find sweet food, you will find great power, you will find the wisdom of life......"

Mithra, who was shocked by the singing, her whole person seemed to come to life, and she seemed to feel the unimaginable changes taking place in her body.

The same changes occur in the body of every Niga.

Outside the ship, Stan Dupressi, who had returned to his original form, watched all this with a smile on his face.

Not long ago, he was summoned by the Juggernaut to leave the Origin Star and start wandering the vast mysteries and giving away all kinds of wacky toys.

It's a new job, he's both a dream wizard and a hard worker.

Dream wizards who have the same new job as him, well, none less.

The number of fantasy wizards who have swelled to hundreds of people have all been assigned this job by their own masters.

Although he is only a postman, Stan Du Plessis, who has been to many places, has an indescribable depression and compassion in the depths of his eyes.

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

Everywhere, yes, everywhere he went, it was.

Although the catastrophe is over, it still creates a large number of apocalyptic wasteland-like worlds.

The creatures on these ruins are rarely happy.

Most of them are still rebuilding the world, continuing civilizations and races.

Stan Dupressi's personality is inherently sensitive, and he has seen too many images like that, and he has endured a lot of pollution.

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

This scene in front of you is the best antidote.

"So, next. ”

As the words fell, Stan, who was carrying a huge package behind him, saluted the countless corpses of the heroes in front of him who had emitted "light", and then with the help of some kind of power, he flickered and disappeared in place.

......

As Stan Dupresis went to the next mailing address, strange laughter rang out in the library and dollhouse.

"Yo Roar, my subordinates work really hard, and they all have to reward candy when it's over. ”

On the Tom fetish, which has turned into a rocking chair, Mr. Donkey, the new owner of the dollhouse, is smiling and talking, but he sees a series of glowing phosphorescent tentacles running out from under his waist, dexterously playing with a large number of strange-shaped toys.

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

Tang Qi resolutely refused to admit it, he just wanted to play, he must have been forced.

Also forced is the new hobby of eating sugar.

In his arms lay a candy box, containing all kinds of candy with colored candy wrappers, all of which were Toom's creations.

Each one has a taste that is hard to forget.

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

A large number of fantasy wizards jumped on each screen, some of them kept their original images, and some put on some funny and cute "doll costumes".

The common denominator is that the wizards have a huge package behind them.

No surprise, those packages were filled with toys made by Toom.

More precisely, the first toys that need to find their owners.

Originally, Tang Qi planned to deliver it himself, but not long ago, when he said a word, there was a queue in front of him that could not see the end at a glance, and he had to change his mind.

Fortunately, the number of his subordinates has been swelling.

Because he was helping the ancient god "Toom" complete his duties, Tang Qi did not trouble the Crucible wizards.

Of course, the main reason is that I am a little worried that this guy "Crucible" is too cautious, what if he doesn't allow his subordinates to run errands for another god?

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

The terrifying children of the witch school have grown up a lot.

They don't have the identity of fantasy wizards, but with Tang Qi's permission, they can borrow the dream passage and travel through various worlds.

The children were so excited about this "job" that they all set off with packages larger than themselves.

Originally, Tang Qi still wanted to let the "Night Beast" and "Goblin" join in, but the growth of these two little guys has once again entered a critical period.

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

Hundreds of fantasy wizards, plus a group of gifted kids.

These postmen, enough.

The reason why Don Qi still hasn't returned to the library after sending the postmen out is that he's waiting for help.

"Toom's toys and candies are strange things with extraordinary powers, and as an ancient god who is in charge of 'creation' and 'destiny', Toom may have foreseen the catastrophe that will happen when the light goes out. ”

Most of the first gifts he made to be mailed out were to bring hope to the poor creatures in response to disaster, such as the banner warrior that Stan gave to the baby. ”

"But Toom's power shouldn't cover all of the apocalyptic world, and the Postmen might be in some trouble?"

Tang Qi in the rocking chair just had this idea in his heart.

Immediately, there was a movement on a screen in front of him.

In the phosphorescent ripples, he heard the sound of a somewhat chaotic prayer.

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

Dark!

A country where there is no "light" broke into Tang Qi's eyes.

Almost all life on this planet has died.

Whether it is plants or animals, even some tenacious microbes, there is no trace.

In addition to the barrenness of the land, there is also an alternative scene:

It was a myriad of "statues" standing in the darkness and cold, all of them maintaining a posture, holding something in their hands, frozen on the earth.

Their expressions were brave and fearless, staring straight ahead.

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

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