After circumnavigating tens of thousands of kilometers, the MW prototype avoided the front of the battlefield and returned to the 1st formation battleship group from the direction of ten o'clock. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

While waiting for the MGAS-00 ship to recover, Fengyu relaxed his muscles, emptied all the doubts in his heart, and stared at the monitoring screen intently.

The blue giant's light was as strong as ever, shining hotly across the airspace, unaltered by the battle in front of him. When the smoke clears, the only thing that can change in this starry sky is the disappearing BH base. Ten years ago, there was no BH base under the stars.

Ten years is like a blink of an eye, and you can't feel any change in the world when you close and open your eyes. As it was, and still is, the small human beings have very little influence on the vast universe.

It is ridiculous and pathetic that human beings are obsessed with fighting for a world that has never really belonged to us and will never belong to us forever. Blue Giant is taunting humanity with his timeless gesture, "We've always been here, and you'll be gone soon." ”

Looking at the UAC battleships sinking one after another in front of him, and looking at the mobile suits that turned into fireworks, Fengyu seemed to feel the contempt of the universe for human beings, and his whole brain entered an ethereal, as if he was with the universe.

At this time, a small indicator light in the system of the MW prototype kept flashing, and then the light communicator of the machine automatically sent the same flashing back to the flagship.

In the bridge of the MGAS-00 ship, the correspondent looked at the string of garbled characters sent back by Major Kamen "Storm" and couldn't help but wonder a little. After hesitating, he still printed out the garbled characters and asked the assistant next to him to hand it over to Chief of Staff Xu Yuanxing.

Xu Yuanxing glanced at it, and his pupils instantly dilated imperceptibly. He glanced up at Major General Pan Ke, who was staring at the battlefield with a smug face in front of him, crumpled the note into a ball, and said to the assistant correspondent, "It's useless gibberish, it is estimated that the 'Storm' is too tired and accidentally touched the communicator by mistake." ”

After a while, making sure that no one around him was paying attention to this matter, Xu Yuanxing quietly pulled the sleeve of his right arm high, revealing a bracelet similar to a battlefield recorder, and pressed a button.

A nondescript pre-stored message "A9806 Awakening" is generated in the warship's communication system and packed into a data package for this battle, which will be sent back to the military headquarters for archiving after the war.

Later, after the normal battle, Xu Yuanxing came to the logistics department alone, took out the piece of paper that he crumpled up from his pocket, and handed it to the middle-aged female colonel who served as the logistics officer, "This is the MW prototype sent back." He's awakened, and you'll remember to remove the monitoring device installed in the body later. ”

The logistics officer looked at the words on the note, memorized it, and threw it into the shredder, "Don't worry, the MW prototype is badly damaged, and it will not be easy to repair." Pank is so ruthless! Actually arranged such a task for him! But this young man is really powerful, and he actually completed the task like this. Let's not talk about this, then he will use the backup machine, there is no monitoring device installed on it, as for the original one, I will dismantle it myself. ”

Xu Yuanxing nodded, "Well, this matter must not be known to Pan Ke." ”

The logistics chief officer gave him a blank look when he heard this, "Do you still need to be reminded of this?" The organization finally put the two of us in, and if it was exposed for such a small task, wouldn't it be worth the loss. ”

Xu Yuanxing shook his head with a smile and turned to leave.

In the maintenance cabin, Fengyu climbed out of the cockpit tiredly. At this time, his brain was still in that indescribable state, as if he had no self, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul. His soul seemed to soar freely through the void, becoming a part of the universe, regardless of each other. The human world and body were too narrow for him to accommodate his soul and mind.

He felt the longevity and vastness of the universe, the incomparably huge blue giant star in the eyes of mankind, whose lifespan of tens of millions of years was like a mayfly to this universe, born in the morning dew and died in the twilight. Even so, the Blue Giant Star is almost eternal for humans, and it is safe to build a variety of permanent military and civilian facilities here.

Because it is weak, it is narrow-minded. Only detachment can be stronger.

The body is just a tool to carry the soul, just a skin, most people can't see through this, too biased towards the material level, indulged in the pursuit of material enjoyment, and ignore the spiritual level of self-improvement.

In this era of space, human beings have truly entered the universe and evolved from frogs at the bottom of the well to a member of the world. Under the vastness and length of the universe, each person's insignificance is not worth mentioning, and compared with the elementary particles, it is only a little larger in size, and in essence, it is still the same level of things.

The theory of the so-called macrocosm and microcosm in the old era has long been abandoned, and the superstring theory confirms that on top of the universe that human beings live in and can see, 9+1 dimensional space-time does exist, and the D3-dimensional membrane is only a thin layer of it. In the D3 membrane, they are as large as a blue giant star and as small as elementary particles, and they are all the same as those in the higher dimensions.

The boundless universe in the eyes of human beings is nothing more than a fragile soap bubble in the eyes of higher dimensional beings. It's like we can blow away a speck of dust, we can tear a piece of paper, that's it.

Yes, these are Fengyu's sudden realizations, which make him feel detached from this world. Even if he is not truly detached, even if he is still a member of the D3 dimension, his spiritual world is already above the vast majority.

All the way from the maintenance cabin back to the personal cabin in the centrifugal area, his eyes looked at the familiar and unfamiliar internal passage of the battleship through the mask, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar crew on the ship, as if he was looking down on all this from a high position. He felt that he had insight into the muffle and fragility of these things and of life.

He could imagine how the alloy saber of the MW prototype cut into the passage at the most appropriate angle, how he slashed through the massive Diyang-class capital ship like a cow, and watched the battleship become another blood-colored firework under the stars.

He could imagine the crew rushing around in a panic when their fragile lives were threatened, and then stumbling towards their nearest escape pod under the guidance of the ship's PA system.

Staying that way, he walked all the way back to the rest pod, and then fell asleep.