"The Boca have a pool of light, and the Sand have a dark door."

"What do we have?"

On the human mothership, Sal Jones and the Speaker are also having a conversation. Two old men sat facing each other, with a chessboard in the middle and a starry sky overhead.

"Nothing." The Speaker said, picking up a soldier and dropping it. "There is only a heart that is not willing to be mediocre."

"Hearts alone can't solve problems, what we need is reality." Sal Jones said, then shoved a chariot in front of the Speaker, and took his soldiers with his hand. "It's like this chess piece, no matter how brave it is, it will still be crushed in the face of more powerful forces."

The Speaker smiled slightly, and did not immediately speak.

The soldier swirled in Sal Jones's hand, and suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already a knight.

The knight was taken by the Speaker and placed on the chessboard, the tip of the spear pointed at Sal Jones' chariot.

"Without a heart, it's just a small creep, but if it has a heart, then sooner or later it will also have a strong force. Your chariot can crush its flesh, but not its soul. ”

"We humans are the creeps. Perhaps in the eyes of most, no, all higher civilizations. We are the pawns that can be crushed at any time. But they don't think that maybe it's the future, maybe it's the present, this little soldier who was once ignored by them and crushed by them has changed, and has become no longer cowardly and unwilling to be ordinary. ”

"It becomes this, it becomes that, but at the end of the day, it will become ......"

The Speaker's finger ran over the knight, skimming over the numerous pieces before landing on a single piece...... The pawn was the same creep that had been used before, but the difference was that it had an ornate crown on its head.

Sal Jones' gaze fell on the piece, and he smiled.

"The King?"

"The King." The Speaker nodded.

"The king is the highest-ranking pawn, right?"

"As I see it. It seems like yes. ”

"I'm so lucky." Sal Jones lowered his head, a smile in his eyes, but it seemed to be tears. "It's a pity that no matter how high its level is, it's still a chess piece."

"Could it be that we have struggled for so long and sacrificed for so long, just for this highest-ranking chess piece?"

"Of course not." The Speaker replied, then spun the 'creep' around and let it face Sal Jones. "What's so special about it?"

"It's so ......," Sal Jones looked closely, but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The Speaker's craftsmanship is very delicate. The king of this creep transformation is very similar to the real king, and even more beautiful. But what's the point? The king is still the king, and the pawn is still the pawn......

No, that's not right......

Sal Jones' smile suddenly froze, and he couldn't speak......

He had discovered the difference in this king, a game that had been meticulously crafted by human masters, each with its own style. In particular, the kings of the two sides not only had different clothes, but also had different physical characteristics. The face of the king of one side is square. On the other hand, the king still has a crooked beard. But the Speaker has become this king. But it has the characteristics of two kings at the same time......

But that's not the most important thing. And most importantly...... This pawn, no, this king......

It doesn't exist!!

This non-existence does not refer to reality, but to the rules of the game. There are already two kings in this game. So where should the third king belong? And it was originally transformed by a creep, a creep that was crushed. Then in the rules of the game it is already dead, or gone......

A dead and vanished creep appeared on the chessboard in a grand manner. Also become a king. What does that mean?

Sal Jones was stunned, he looked at the chess piece silently, speechless for a long time.

"That's what it is...... Our destination? ”

"Just a starting point." The Speaker replied. Then he pointed to one of the kings in the game. "This is Boca."

He pointed to another king. "It's the sand."

The most rear. He gestured to the chessboard. "That's fate. Or the hand behind fate. ”

"One thing you are right about is that no matter how powerful the mind is, it will still be crushed when it encounters the reality of force majeure. This force majeure is the chessboard under our feet. ”

"But fortunately, we are not the only ones who dare to challenge this chessboard, there is no shortage of careerists in this universe, and ambition and desire are the source of evolution. Therefore, we still have many 'allies' that can be used on the path of our predecessors. ”

"Boca counts as one, and so does Rossa."

"They're all mature 'kings'. On this path, they also look farther and stand higher than we do. You say that the Boca have pools of light and the Raksha have dark gates, but I can only say that we have a stronger heart, which will not change reality, but it will guide us to victory. ”

"To take advantage of a king is to be a 'king' in itself. The strong disdain to talk to ants, and this is the same everywhere. The Holy Light Spiral has been delivered to the Dasha Clan, and we have become a powerful force in the Second Realm. I think it's a good start, and while it doesn't get us off the board, it does give us a little bit of help......"

"If you want to get rid of the chessboard, you can't do it, and neither can the Boca people. Because they are all managers left by Alpha. Although they also tried to resist, I think there was little hope. ”

"But...... But they are something we can tap into. The pool of light, the door of darkness, that you mentioned, is exactly what we need. Now they belong to Boca and Fensa, but who can say for sure that they will not belong to us in the future? ”

At this, the Speaker's old face appeared with a confident smile and whispered to Sal Jones. "Mijiel has entered the Isha Clan, and it is said that Blood Pupil's companion Liel is also there. I'm sure they'll be able to figure out the secrets of the Dark Gate. And we have only one goal now, and that is the pool of light. At this point, the Blood Pupil will help us. ”

"But is he the inheritance of Claudir, will he ......," Sal Jones asked with some confusion.

"Don't worry, no matter what, he and we have the same goals." The Speaker replied, looking up, his gaze piercing the dome into the depths of the starry sky. "We humans have been able to get to where we are because of great inclusiveness and resilience. The identity of the blood pupil is not important, the important thing is that he will help us, and that is enough. ”

"Besides, he has the eyes of the man beside him." (To be continued......)

PS: Updates in the tour, uh, the writing environment is extremely harsh.