Chapter 268

"Wishes..."

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

Countless fantasies surged in Clara's heart:

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

It was her wish for everyone in Belobog to be able to live on the ground again;

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

That was...

A tide surged in the bottom of Clara's heart, an inexplicable impulse making her want to say all these unspeakable contents at once, no matter what form it took.

But she finally restrained herself.

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

That is a beautiful fantasy of childhood, which is pleasant to recall, but when Clara began to help Svarog share part of the pressure, she inevitably shed her immaturity quickly and had a maturity that should not belong to this age group.

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

"But Mr. Svarog taught Clara that wishes must ultimately 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 clear, as if she could see the heart beneath them.

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

"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 the cosmic void of countless distances.

"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, held it in for a long time, and she just made this kind of wish?"

"People call the little girl kind-hearted; how did it become 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, and it also recommended several merchants producing 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 plans interstellar routes? It is recommended to read "Interstellar Route Planning and Design" carefully; this matter is not as simple as you think."

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

"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. You think carefully, whether it is the Amber King 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 should have been handled by the Lord Ravager personally, burning the entire galaxy.

Now, it is several Disaster-class vanguards 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 blades of the Disaster-class vanguards.

For a civilization without the protection of an Emanator, it is difficult for them to even fight against a Doomsday Beast, let alone the Disaster-class vanguards.

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 do not take prisoners, do not distinguish between men, women, old, and young, do not distinguish between humans and animals, not one left, all killed.

In the university.

The withered yellow leaves drifted with the wind, and students, either holding books or holding tablet computers, 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, and every day they are either studying academics, talking about the "Herta" space station, yearning to become a genius like Ms. Herta who is famous in the history of the universe, 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 will rarely be time to read books again, and all time and energy will be filled with endless work.

The book she was going to read today was the methodology for research, as well as "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 covered with leaves, the girl looked up at the sky, as if the "Herta" space station was hanging in the sky.

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

"Antimatter Legion"!

"Woo—"

A shrill air-raid siren sounded.

And the sky is falling!

Huge artificial structures broke through the atmosphere, smoking, and smashed toward the ground!

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

Chaos in the sky!

The ground is even more chaotic!

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

Seeming to hear the desperate cries of the people, the "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, killing at will.

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

The students blocked by the "Voidrangers" were already heavily injured in less than half a minute; even if they were alive, they were just alive, with internal organs flowing out and missing limbs.

Human purgatory!

Such a scene was too unreal; the girl stood still, her expression frozen, her eyes dull, staring blankly at the friend who was admitted to the university with her 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 and drove an airship wanting to escape, but was shot down by a spell in an instant, smashing to the ground.

"Zhi la—"

"Click—"

The huge space building was still falling, with rolling smoke, like the sky collapsing.

The "Antimatter Legion" not only wants to "destroy" the bodies of everyone in this civilization, but also wants to "destroy" their spirits 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 siren 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 in an uncertain tone, blankly:

"God?"

But which Aeon is it?

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

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

He was dressed in a simple white robe, with a thick beard, his face full of anger, but not lacking compassion.

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

Subsequently, he fell to his knees, prostrate on the ground, crying softly, his body trembling.

"I beg you, please, please..." ===== CHAPTER 270 =====