Turn over...... Texture...... Steven looked at Perry, the young man lip-synching one last attempt to convey some kind of message to him.

But Steven didn't understand, didn't understand what he meant, and didn't understand why the golden light wanted to kill him.

He watched as Perry slowly stopped struggling, his bare skin covered with a thin layer of frost, black veins like dead snakes under his skin, and he died painfully in the void and vacuum, leaving only the shell that could not bear to look at directly. And suddenly, Steven began to burst into tears, crying like a child in his mask.

Flip the texture! He suddenly understood the real reason why the golden light was killing Perry.

He suddenly figured it all out!

Perry wasn't trying to open that door, he was going to break it!

Steven sobbed and hugged Perry's corpse, feeling sorry for the punch he had just thrown.

He gradually began to understand what Perry had said, the voices in his ears, they bewitched him, and he couldn't tell the truth from the false, and believed their big lies.

Flip the texture!

Steven slowly lowered Perry's corpse and pulled away his stiff arms, which were stacked on his master's chest.

He stood up and carefully discerned the gold plate in his hand, one side with extremely complex textures, and the other as smooth as a mirror.

Flip the texture!

He roared in his visor and rushed towards the rhombus, his hands clutching the gold plate, the texture rushing outward, his glossy side facing inward.

He straightened his arm and reached for the 'key' towards the gap. At this moment, he saw the golden light surging out of the gap, which was shrinking inward, as if he was frightened by his action.

His hands were about to touch the rhombus, and the gold plate was about to coincide with the notch.

At this moment, Steven suddenly stumbled, and then completely lost consciousness, his body seemed to be pulled out of the marrow and bones, slowly falling soft in front of the rhomboid body, and the gold plate in his hand also slipped from mid-air.

The golden light dimmed, and the space fell into a dead silence again, as if countless generations were slowly passing by, but this place has always remained unchanged. At this moment, in the three-dimensional space of this incomparably well-designed four-dimensional world, the only thing that is different from billions of years is the two lifeless shells lying in the void.

As Steven fell, the metallic sound of chanting gradually spread, and the rhombus suddenly began to shake slightly, and became more and more intense as time passed, and in an instant, it suddenly shattered, turning into countless dust floating in the air, hovering in the space.

Soon, the gold dust gathered into a pair of eerily large open eyes, and he was coldly surveying the space, examining the fallen bodies of Perry and Steven, and then slowly closing it.

The dust drifted away again, gurgling and moving, turning into its original form.

Thousands of pieces of relic metal returned to the space, and the bodies of Perry and Steven slowly sank and sank in the void that seemed to be like substance, until they disappeared completely, as if they merged into the golden light, becoming a part of them......

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Zoroaster system, planet Ahura.

Standing on the verandah of the dome tower of the highest peak of the Moncachira Mountains, Rahamam. From here, Fakhl can look out over the entire plain of Allah.

Looking through the transparent regional force field outside the tower, looking at the barren and ugly surface with nothing at his feet, Fahle's chest and abdomen were always filled with a poetry that could not be spoken.

A sage, a leader, a prophet, an instigator, a rebel, a family of terrorists, his life has gone from obscurity to controversy, and the dramatic episodes of his life always seem to be inseparable from him.

Once upon a time, he wanted peace and tranquility to serve the faith.

He married a kind wife, gave birth to five children, and he just thought he had got everything he wanted.

And now, the wife is in the hands of the extremist racist and serial killer Freddie. Coug died in a horrific case, his young daughter Anayah was killed in an accident in the harsh environment of Ahura, and his youngest son, Ibrahim, who was most beloved, was also killed at the gunpoint of the mercenaries of Heisenberg's True Guard.

His fate seems to have been cursed by the evil god Ahriman from the day of his wife's death. This is the real motivation for the replacement of this dying star in the name of the evil god when he was exiled to Zoroaster decades ago.

Fakhl never really believed in fate, God was nothing more than a tool for him, and the Most High Allah, whom he believed in and devotion in his youth, took the life of the woman he loved for no reason.

He mocks fate in the name of an evil god, and what about the dead stars that destroy the world? Even if Ahriman came to Zoroaster in person, he would try to change his life against the sky!

Standing on the top of the hilltop temple built for him by his youngest son, who was still alive a few years ago, on his 70th birthday, and looking at the blood-red and hideous star in the dark in the distance, Fakhl really felt a lot of emotion.

secretly operated for several years, and was willing to risk the world's condemnation to declare independence to the world; Conspired with the Heisenbergs, but was stabbed in the back by the despicable woman, and the Kezmians of Ahura suffered great losses and took the lives of their precious son.

If he had known that this was the case, would he have chosen to take this path?

Of course! He did not hesitate to give an affirmative answer.

But clamoring for independence and inciting separation, is it to live like a mole in the underground of this barren land?

No, never! Fakhle thought of this, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Fakhl had already planned for a long time at this point, and completely kept the fools of the Silver Alliance in the dark.

Independence could bring with it the necessary population, from which he could select talented believers and hire professionals to train them to become the mainstay of the Fakhl Empire.

With the large amount of etolovite found on Shahriwal, it is possible to secretly exchange their needs with various forces. Fakhl knew that in this world of desire, where disingenuous clichés were put aside, profit was the most important subject, and that in the colonies, outlaws grabbed a handful of outlaws, allegiance to the government of the Alliance, and so on, all of which were worthless bullshit.