I, the Star Dome Railway, change everything

The red blade shone with a blazing light, and the sound of the sword was like a dirge.

Hua Yi held the sword in his right hand, and stroked the blade of the imaginary energy with his left hand.

He did not forget the changes when testing the simulated universe. Even though he was standing outside the [Memory] destiny at this moment, using imaginary numbers as paddles to stir the long river, once the waves were too big, it might attract the attention of the Star God.

According to the universally recognized power system, there seemed to be only two choices left.

Or, be a ferryman on the destiny that you already know. Whether it is the protective fire light when the Kripa hammer falls, or the memory ice that freezes space and time when Fu Li appears, it is enough to block the front of the antimatter army and stop them here.

The price is that this unjust use of destiny has a chance to cause the Star God to lower his eyes, which is different from the gaze of "a glance".

Or, stay out of the Legion's attack and run into the safe zone guarded by the Black Tower puppets. Even if there are countless enemies, there are sophisticated weapons and defense facilities, which are enough to support until the Interstellar Peace Company responds and sends reinforcements. The Star Dome Train is also an expected rescuer, and the story is destined to turn a new page.

The price is the lives of many innocent people in the space station.

When disaster strikes, there will always be lives lost. In front of the strong who regard human lives as worthless, the weak are extremely fragile and can only flee helplessly, praying that they can avoid the fate of extinction under the shadow of destruction.

Unless, someone can stand up and turn the tide at the beginning, turning the doomed tragedy into another look.

From the moment he left the Black Tower office, Hua Yi had already made a choice.

He is the ferryman on the road of fate, and he must go to the uncertain battlefield for the weak.

The Antimatter Corps demonstrated what [Destruction] is. Compared with the momentary splendor of the simulated Star God, the Void Soldier is insignificant, but its existence itself just provides a safer reference example.

I don’t need to pursue deeper power, I can still annihilate the enemy.

The flames rose from the great sword, burning fiercely, illuminating the turbid old eyes of Gunn, the founder of the Law and Politics Department.

This is not the flame of [Preservation], but the flame of [Destruction], which just echoes the real name of the great sword.

The flames of destruction soared into the sky, controlled by the existence outside the Antimatter Corps, and slashed towards the Void Soldier who used baryons to invade the space station in the air.

The space was distorted under the firelight, and a new light appeared in the dark curtain that obscured the starlight.

This sword was so dazzling, like the sun under the shadow of the antimatter army. The roaring artillery fire of the defense department was silent. The fugitives were attracted by it and stared at the flames filled with the meaning of destruction, which was slashing at the monster itself that actually brought destruction.

It turns out that destruction can also bring hope.

The vanguard of the army that broke into the space station slowly advanced under the artillery fire, and the defense department staff were also frightened. However, such a terrible monster could not stop the slash with the power of destruction.

They were cut in half, and turned intoTo nothing.

Under pure destruction, the antimatter and negative particles that made up the body of the virtual soldier also turned to ashes, and there was no stalemate for a moment.

It turns out that destruction can be so beautiful.

The sword's power did not diminish. It did not fall on the protective outer wall of the space station to help the antimatter army open the physical door, but pressed towards the baryon passage, destroying everything it passed, and finally blasted out from the anti-baryon, igniting a fire in the dark darkness.

Once, in a world where the sun was fading, walking on a fragmented planet, when the vicious army greedily devoured the chaotic energy that overflowed in the process of decay, did you ever think that one day you would become the target of [Destruction]?

They know now.

Countless intelligent creatures had cried under the claws of the Legion, lamenting the withering life and the collapse of civilization, but when the monsters ignited by the flames screamed and the humanoid soldiers whispered wildly in front of the sword light, the rest of the inferior demons of the Legion chose to retreat and never mourned for the annihilation of their comrades.

These extremely vicious creatures had no concept of comrades.

The raging fire and sword light destroyed the baryon channel and killed countless virtual soldiers, but the Legion did not retreat.

The believers of destruction stood on the absolute opposite of civilization and life, vowing to remove this museum-style interstellar ship from the list.

"Senior Gunn."

Hua Yi, who cleared the vanguard of the virtual soldiers with one sword, held the real red sword, and his tone was still calm and reassuring, but it contained something different.

Yes, he is no longer a clerk who seeks the truth and asks about the mystery, but a warrior who draws his sword and goes against the flow to destroy the invading enemy.

A hero who can bear the fate of everyone.

"Please go to the safe zone, don't worry, be careful not to fall, I will buy enough time."

The snowflakes of [memory] fell behind Hua Yi, condensing into a pair of wings that were not as powerful as the real red sword.

It seems to be there and not there, the pastoral song is meaningful, as if telling a story, as if singing a world.

The light wind blows his hair and fills his whole body.

Gu En's turbid eyes can hardly catch the speed of Hua Yi's departure, only the shadow left in his vision dissipates little by little.

The old man flashed tears, not because the fire just now burned his old eyes, he was just happy and trembling to witness the scene in his dream.

I still can't stop the strong who treat human life as worthless, nor can I save the weak who perish in the wind.

But someone can!

This time, the old man didn't want to die, because this life was saved by Hua Yi, how could there be a discordant melody in the epic written by heroes.

He no longer hesitated and ran towards the safe zone.

Many people appeared on the road, senior department heads, well-known experts, ordinary staff, all positions and levels, wisdom and achievements are not important, they have become the weak in the disaster, but also the one who is protected.

The fear on their faces has not dissipated, and the traces of tears are still eye-catching, but there is no more desperate cry before, and the helplessness is gone.Crying bitterly.

Before and after, it was just a destructive slash and a brilliant flame.

An old man was exhausted, so a young man carried him on his back. A young girl sprained her ankle, and the girl next to her who was also full of fear resolutely helped her evacuate, even if it slowed her down.

In the starry sky, the antimatter army was still eyeing the defense net and destroying the partition wall, but the fragile and precious peace was maintained inside the space station.

Under the destructive front, order has not collapsed, and the fire of civilization has not been extinguished.