Looking at the core light plate that was as broken as the stars scattered in the sky, the prophet was stunned for a moment.

That core light plate, since the birth of consciousness, has been accompanying him, and for the human body, it is equivalent to the heart for human beings.

Now, I watched my heart shatter.

The prophet was not angry, but infinitely sad.

Obviously he was a mechanical creature that couldn't shed tears, but his gear eyes suddenly turned very slowly, so slow that it seemed like tears were stuck between the gears.

Memory......

At this moment, the Prophet felt that his memory was disappearing.

The collapse and fragmentation of the core light plate is accompanied by the disappearance of the past.

From the day it was born of self-consciousness to the present, all the memories during this period are like the yellow sand in the hand, even if it desperately holds on, the yellow sand is inexorably flowing through the fingers.

The first time I saw a starry sky, I disappeared.

The memory of following the snow-white battleship out of the solar system for the first time disappeared.

The song of Paradise Lost, sung by the white-clad saintess on the battleship, disappeared.

The memory of the first time the battleship was operated to eject nuclear red energy, disappeared.

Leave the memory of civilization with artillery fire in the starry sky and disappear.

When a natural disaster struck, the memory of the bronze coffin crushing the battleship disappeared.

At that moment, as if remembering something terrible, the Prophet's geared eyes spun wildly and clicked impatiently.

That memory, it saw, really saw......

Tinder, no! Not Tinder!

Why is there ....... in that bronze coffin?

In the next second, that part of the memory was completely gone, and the prophet was silent.

It watched itself in the crumbling battleship, trying its best to instill all of its consciousness into an unopened machine.

It watched itself crawl out of the wreckage of a battleship, shivered at the devastated starry sky, and fled back to its homeland in embarrassment.

It watched itself curl up and hide on the snow-capped mountains of its homeland, not daring to face anything outside until the snow slowly covered itself in the mountains and it was quiet.

In the end, it watched its memory climb out of the snow-capped mountain, and was on the top of the new hometown mountain, looking at the new sky, the snow-capped mountains, the sheep, and the herdsmen, and stared at it for a long time.

This is my hometown, my forever home.

I want my home to be impregnable.

Never face something in the stars.

Then the first step, hometown, should be my thing.

Prophet, New Age, Eternal Life, Initiation!!

Then, it forgot that it was standing on the top of the Himalayas and emitting images of electronic frequencies controlling the left half of the human brain.

In the hours that followed, the survivor of the old era, who had escaped the last natural disaster, watched his memories fade away minute by minute.

It begins to forget what it is.

And then forget where you are now.

In the end, I forgot who these little monkeys were in front of me.

The Prophet's coggy-eyed eyes turned to the left and right, like a confused child tilting his head.

It really can't remember what the hell is wrong with it.

Why do you lie here.

It tried to get up, but the ropes still held it.

It was even more confused, what were these things on its body, it had no knowledge of the rope.

Everything is something unfamiliar, everything is a picture that it is not familiar with at all.

"I ..... Who is it? ”

These were the first words spoken by the Prophet after the core light plate was destroyed.

"Huh?" Lin Long frowned slightly, looking at Qin Jue in confusion.

Qin Jue squinted and smiled, half-squatting in front of the prophet, looking directly into the prophet's gear eyes, his eyes seemed to be able to see the light of the abyss.

The prophet, however, spoke a second voice.

"You...... Who is it? ”

Hearing this, Qin Jue's eyes became even sharper.

"Here....... Where is it?"

"I....... Why is it here? ”

"What am I going to do?"

"What am I?"

"I ......."

Seeing that the prophet had really lost all his memories, Qin Jue also lost interest in asking questions, turned around and waved his hand: "General Lin, take it to the scientific research department to dismantle it." ”

.......

Walk among the temples on the top of the Himalayas.

Qin Jue searched for the reason why the prophet wanted to start a new century.

He saw that there were many on the walls, and at first glance they were carved by the Prophet's fingers.

The Prophet seems to have been extremely accurate, and the walls are carved with a complete version of the Alpine warship.

Although the entire Alpine battleship is only more than three meters, all the structures are extremely accurate, and even the energy jets exposed by the battleship are so fine that they can be seen with a magnifying glass.

"This battleship is an alien battleship, right?" Lin Long leaned over and said, "The prophet is also something from an alien? ”

"Sort of, send a message to the group of old people in the scientific research department, saying that a super-era star battleship has been found here."

"Okay! Haha, those old people are excited now. ”

Qin Jue continued to watch, and saw many, many pictures.

The prophet carved a lot of fog-like patterns, and when he looked closely, Qin Jue actually felt that it was like a nebula.

"Could this be the environment when the Alpine battleship fell?"

"General Lin, send a message to the Astronomical Bureau and ask them to send a few people over to see which nebula or galaxy this is."

Qin's eyes were deep.

If the Alpine warships were destroyed in this nebula, would there still be advanced civilizations or creatures in this nebula?

Sure enough, the starry sky is never synonymous with quiet and peaceful.

There will be explosion patterns and so on.

It seems that the walls of the temple record the entire process of the fall of the Alpine battleship.

It also reveals a little secret of the decline of that glorious era.

After reading it, Qin Jue's eyes still looked calm, but the waves in the depths became more and more intense.

.......

"What! Is the Battle of Hoh Xil over? ”

At the border of Great Xia, listening to the voice of the Great Xia news host on the light transmission radio, a group of people who straddled armored war horses, and Ryan, who was in the lead, was stunned in place.

He stared blankly at the summit of the Himalayas not far away.

"Fake! I finally got here, and then told me that I was done? ”

Ryan wanted to cry without tears, full of grief and anger and had nowhere to vent.

The deputy next to him cautiously asked, "Commander, do we still want to continue?" ”

"Go on! Why not continue! Ryan said hatefully: "More than 2,000 kilometers! I have run more than 2,000 kilometers to get here, and it is better to pick up two pairs of stinky leather shoes here than to go back empty-handed, otherwise I will not be willing to die! ”

Ryan crossed the borders of Bactria on horseback and led his knights towards the summit of the Himalayas.

On the way, he meets a handsome young man with a black sword on his back.

and a man with a scruffy beard who looks like a butcher.

Those two people, with a sword and a butcher's knife, fought inseparably under the snowy mountain.