Chapter 154

"Wishes..."

She repeated this simple word, a moment of confusion flashed in her big eyes, and then it became agile again.

Clara's heart surged with countless fantasies:

That was her wish to let the robots of the "Family" possess human emotions;

It was her wish to let everyone in Belobog live on the ground again;

It was her wish that the people's lives could be prosperous and no longer fight each other;

That was...

Clara's heart surged, a kind of inexplicable impulse made her want to say all these things that could not be told at once, no matter what form.

But she finally restrained herself.

These things were like strange stories in ancient books; Santa Claus falling from the sky stuffing gifts into children's socks, rubbing an ancient oil lamp would have a genie realize the holder's three wishes.

That was a beautiful fantasy in early childhood, but when Clara began to help Svarog share part of the pressure, she inevitably faded from her immaturity quickly and had a maturity that should not belong to this age.

"Although Clara has many, many wishes she wants to realize..."

"But Mr. Svarog taught Clara that wishes must eventually rely on one's own hands to be realized."

"God" asked:

"Even if it's difficult? Even impossible?"

"Mm."

Clara held the dirty metal parts, her red eyes as clear as water, as if she could see the heart beneath them.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, her heart should be crimson.

"Good child..."

"God" rubbed Clara's white hair again.

But in the next moment, His expression changed slightly, and He looked up, His gaze passing through the thick strata, crossing countless distances of cosmic void.

"Child, the thing I promised you has to wait a little bit. I have one thing to go to. Don't worry, it won't be too long."

"Mm."

Clara nodded.

The next moment, "God's" figure disappeared directly from the spot.

"Damn, after holding it for a long time, she just made this kind of wish?"

"People call the little girl kind-hearted, how come it sounds like she's almost a super-cosmic-level big idiot in your mouths..."

"Jarilo-VI is also a place of outstanding people, but I checked Baidu, and it said that the civilization on this planet was destroyed hundreds of years ago. It also recommended several merchants who produce starships to me."

"That's a promotional advertisement; most of them are scams. Whoever really places an order, I'll laugh at them for an Amber Era."

"You guys say, is there a possibility that we go to Jarilo-VI now, so we might encounter the next anomaly?"

"6, are you the one who makes interstellar routes? It is recommended to read "Interstellar Route Planning and Design" carefully; this thing is not as simple as you think."

"Urgent, urgent, I am King Julian! I also want to meet the kind-hearted 'God'!"

"NMD, why! Why isn't it me!"

"Don't use the perspective and mentality of mortals to speculate on 'God's' thoughts; this is the greatest blasphemy. As 'God,' it is great enough that He can communicate directly with mortals. Think carefully, whether it is Qlipoth or Aha, have they ever talked to mortals with an equal attitude."

At the same time, in a corner of the galaxy, a prosperous interstellar civilization ushered in the darkest moment since their history.

—The "Antimatter Legion" invaded on a large scale.

In "Nanook's" original plan, this time it should have been the Lord Ravager who took action personally to burn the entire galaxy.

Now, it was several Doomsday Beasts leading the "Antimatter Legion" like locusts raiding.

Although the Lord Ravager did not descend here to practice the will of "Destruction," this does not mean that this civilization can successfully block the blade of the Doomsday Beasts.

For a civilization without the protection of Emanators, it is difficult for them to even fight against Doomsday Beasts, let alone Doomsday Beasts.

In addition, the "Voidrangers" under the "Antimatter Legion," from head to toe, whether body or spirit, are all born for slaughter and destruction.

Before the vanguard of the "Antimatter Legion," there is only the difference between dying now and dying later.

They take no prisoners, regardless of gender, age, human or animal, not one left, all killed.

In the university.

Withered leaves drifted with the wind, and students, either holding books or tablets, shuttled back and forth on campus.

Today is the first day of the new semester, and the freshmen have finally entered the university they dreamed of.

The young people are full of vigor, full of yearning for the future; every day they are either studying academics, talking about the "Herta" space station, yearning to become a genius who will be remembered in cosmic history like Ms. Herta, or chasing youth and love.

A girl walked on campus, passed a few turns, and came to the library.

In this era, once you leave the status of a student, there is rarely time to read books again, and all time and energy are filled with endless work.

The book she was going to read today was the methodology for research, and "How I Joined the Genius Society" written by Ms. Herta herself.

Ms. Herta is beautiful and talented, a figure chased by countless girls, and even the object of thought when comforting at night.

Walking on the stone road paved with leaves, the girl looked up at the sky, as if what was hanging in the sky was the "Herta" space station.

Suddenly, dense gray figures appeared out of thin air, and giant dragons waving strange wings flapped their wings in the sky.

"Antimatter Legion"!

"Woooo—"

The shrill air defense alarm sounded.

And the sky was falling!

Huge man-made structures broke through the atmosphere, smoking, and smashed toward the ground!

Those were space stations, starship factories, space refineries, and space elevators connecting heaven and earth built in orbit!

The sky was in chaos!

The ground was even more of a mess!

There were screams of terror everywhere, chaotic crowds poured out of buildings, and even desperate students jumped from high places and died on the spot.

It seemed to hear the desperate shouts of the people, "Voidrangers" flashed out of thin air, closing the distance with the crowd, their bodies rotating, driving their arms and long knives to rotate, slashing wantonly, slaughtering at will.

To protect the students, respected teachers fell to the ground, but the students followed in their footsteps a few seconds later.

The students blocked by the "Voidrangers" were dead and injured in less than half a minute; even if they were alive, they were just alive, with viscera flowing out, missing arms and legs.

Human purgatory!

Such a scene was too unreal; the girl stood still, her expression frozen, her eyes dull, staring blankly at the friends who were admitted to the university together dying in front of her, without any reaction.

Someone wanted to organize resistance, but both the person wielding the knife and the weapon were cut off.

Someone violated traffic regulations, driving an airship wanting to escape, and was shot down in an instant, smashing to the ground.

"Zhi la—"

"Ka—"

Huge space buildings were still falling, with rolling smoke, like the sky tilting.

The "Antimatter Legion" not only wants to "destroy" the flesh of everyone in this civilization, but also wants to "destroy" their spirit together!

The girl closed her eyes, and in the wind full of fishy smell, she slowly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, the whole world became quiet; not only did the wind stop, but even the sound of the alarm disappeared.

All the survivors looked at the scene before them in surprise.

The world seemed to be frozen; the huge space building was paused in the state of falling, and the "Voidrangers" waving their blades kept their posture, motionless.

And they were able to move within it.

Someone said a word blankly with an uncertain tone:

"God?"

But which Aeon was it?

When did They ever really cast their gaze, watching the galaxy and civilization being "destroyed"?

At this time, they noticed a man facing them, facing the "Antimatter Legion" and "Destruction."

He was wearing a simple white robe, with a thick beard, looking angry, but not lacking in compassion.

Someone recognized His identity, "SCP-343," "God"!

Subsequently, he fell to his knees, prostrated on the ground, and cried softly, his body trembling.

"Please, please..."