The old man stopped talking. He coughed violently, coughing up more irritating blue mucus, and the taste in his mouth was numb.

"Where else would I go? I have been guarding this lighthouse for decades. Without it, why would I exist?"

"Yes, you are always right. You look down on those free people, but are afraid of entering the dome. This is who you are. You haven't changed at all."

"Hmm...so what do I look like now?"

The old friend looked at the old man in front of him.

"Your right arm is gone, your shoulder is cracked, the electric current released by the reactor core burned your scalp, your left eye exploded, and you can clearly see the well-protected information in your empty skull cavity.

Sample core... Hmm... There are many scars on your chest. They should have been pierced by branches. There is still the smell of spores on them. In addition... emmmmm... In addition, your core heat dissipation group has been melted down.

, it’s out of control.”

What a terrible situation.

Although the old man's optic nervous system has been forcibly shut down, he can still outline the shape of light in his mind.

The shining coreless halo of blur shines brighter and brighter in the dark sky.

The sand in his palm was both cold and hot, and the pain would break out every few seconds, each time like a needle pricking his brain.

"Is there still no official news?" the old man asked.

"No."

"Then why don't you go back and take a look?"

"The aircraft is broken. I am more than 300 kilometers away from the nearest port. I can't walk there.

.”

"Shouldn't we start running at this time?"

"run?"

"Run to the people you love the most...they should all live in Elub, right?"

"Yes, you still remember."

"That's all I remember."

"Elub is definitely safer than here. I ran back to escape, not to save, so I'd better not cause trouble."

"Hmm... I really want to hear the sound of trees growing again."

The old friend looked at the distance. In the center of the girl's shattered body, the core that released heat and radiation was dimming.

"She's leaving."

What a euphemism.

The old man's consciousness has not yet become blurred, and he clearly understands the meaning of this sentence.

So he sat up, and the light in front of him was far and near, but it was not collected by the visual system.

Waves of hot air hit him, spreading along his limbs, while the constant sound of waves and sea breeze balanced the heat, making him drowsy.

It felt very comfortable... She lay next to the old man like a cat, purring irregularly.

…

"Sorry, I have to do this." The old friend opened the old man's head with brute force, and the electric current penetrated his palm, but he got the intelligence sample core that preserved all the old man's memories.

Before his consciousness was forced into a dark cage, the old man stretched out his hand to wake up the girl, but everything was pulled away in an instant and turned into a point of light disappearing into the night.

…

The coastline has been swallowed up by forest.

The man was carrying a bag and trying to find a way out into the sea.

He felt that his skin was being pulled by countless small hands, accompanied by brief bursts of splitting sensations. It was life trying to change forms and seeking the nutrients it needed for its barbaric growth.

The sea water is full of these things, but after all, they are the humblest things in the ocean, and they will not put too much energy on such a skinny bone.

At this time, what is out of reach is no longer life and survival, but how to die naturally.

If he didn't want to blend in with everything around him, he had to find something metallic.

Fortunately, the fragments of the Thor-class battleship that fell from the sky can be seen everywhere.

He climbed onto a huge armor plate and, like a shipwreck survivor, lay on his back, breathing heavily.

Fatigue made him sleepy, and he wanted to take a rest, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he vaguely noticed countless hands groping on his body, just like a corpse lying on the battlefield, feeling the victors looking for valuable things in him.

The loot is the same.

Every inch of his skin became a trophy at this moment.

He struggled to get up and was shocked to find that blue seaweed had covered his legs and abdomen, and their breathing and growing sounds could be heard very clearly in his ears.

This was the first time he clearly felt that he was being swallowed by plants, and the feeling was even more terrifying than being bitten by wild beasts.

He pulled out his dagger, cut open the skin, and performed a comprehensive operation on himself.

The blood stained the silver armor plates red, but he still didn't stop.

After the pain nerves are shut down, this bloody scene is like a hunter skinning his prey...it looks bloody and cruel, which is the most basic law of the world.

In the end, he discarded the skin bag and threw it to the seaweeds in the sea who were still desperate for it.

When he turned his head and looked at the raised stern of the huge battleship, he found that it had been transformed into a work of art by the great artist of the ocean.

The native marine algae, animals and plants decorate it very artistically.

After marveling for a while, the man sat down silently, watching the sunset, hoping that his family far away in Elub would be well...

…

The strange water bird that can laugh like a girl soars into the sky in the sea of ​​turquoise grass, flying higher and higher over the high-rise buildings that are penetrated by big trees and wrapped in green plants.

In the morning light of dawn, the mast of the dome slowly extinguishes, and the natural colors light up the world.

In the outline of the city, those fleeing people have become some kind of garden works.

The flock of waterbirds set down again shortly after sunrise, and their huge bodies made a roar that made the earth tremble when they landed.

In the center of the square filled with art works, they strolled around, selected food, and occasionally chirped to each other. The sound of communication seemed to have entered the bustling city center.

…

Looking at Eisinvar from the satellite, the first dome is already wrapped in green.

There are an astonishing number of those huge, weird water birds. They seem to have taken over the humans who originally lived here and become the new masters.

The traces in the sky gradually dimmed, and the exiled fleet was confused in the sky 10,000 meters away from the ground.

Just one morning and one night.

The power of life has deprived mankind of everything it has built and possessed on Gaia.

The structure of the dome is okay against alien species, but against the power of life that grows wildly?

It is powerless...

Such a sad image sleeps under the green field, sleeps here, and melts here.

A cluster of green flames, a heavy bell, a painful memory... is also an opportunity... an opportunity...

Do you still yearn to cultivate and sow seeds in fertile soil?

Or wait for a natural death on the dunes...

You can't tell.

Everyone was speechless...at a loss...

You are not on the ground.

Nor in the sky of exile...
Chapter completed!