Xiboya World, the former No. 55 wilderness breeding garden, now the 'Chariot Plain'.

The sun is rising, and the dazzling glow of the summer sun is bright and warm.

The former superpower, now the farmer's chariot, watched the sun shine on the swaying wheat fields on the plains, and the sturdy old man raised his hand to block the light coming from the side, revealing an uncontrollable smile.

Over time, even those who used to live in endless panic and carnage have mostly come to terms with the situation in the world before them. The chariot had already gotten up early before the wee hours of the morning and had done all the work in the dark with the physical fitness of its strong man.

Fertilizing, watering, pulling weeds - there is no need to repel insects, there is no such thing as pests in the newly reborn world of Xiboya, the old man has one hand on his waist, and the other hand is holding a sickle to the wheat field in front of him, to be honest, since the wheat seedlings have been raised, he has a little bit of a desire to cut something.

It's a bit embarrassing to cut wheat seedlings with enough force to cut through the soul golem's armor plates, but that's nothing, isn't it? No matter how boring and boring peace is, it is a thousand times better than a passionate war, and the chariot can't help but sneeze at the smell of fertilizer coming from the grass and trees

"Good guy, it stinks!".

The old man whispered, and then laughed even more heartily.

This plain, called the Chariot Plain, belongs to him, and he also cultivates the whole plain - it sounds incredible, but in fact it is not, with the strength of the strong, the chariot can carry out a super-fast ploughing at subsonic speed just by running faster, his strength is greater than the agricultural machine recorded in the history books, as long as the old man wants, he can sow and plant and harvest an entire plain with his own strength.

Actually, that's what he did.

And almost every corner of the whole Sibeja world is like this.

When the battle that ended everything was over, the god of steel from the outside world left this world, and since then, there has been no more oppression, no more fighting, the rebels and the soul golems have temporarily reconciled, and under the coordination of a mysterious will, each side occupies half of the world, living together on this continent.

It is not a shameful thing to use superpowers to cultivate the land, on the contrary, this is extremely worthy of boasting, the land cultivated by the chariot alone can supply the food rations of the entire rebel army, and there is a huge surplus, at most, it only needs to be assisted by a few weather control abilities and land ability. That way, everyone else can focus on the important task of recreating civilization.

The master of time did not burn all the books, in fact, basically the best of the ideas and technical classics of the pre-Siboyan civilization were preserved by him, placed in the underground library of the central spiral tower, and put these books into use, and all the young and potential superpowers began to learn the technology of their ancestors from scratch, trying to build this world for a better place.

Compared with the normal transcendent world, almost all the intelligent beings of this generation in the Xiboya world are superpowers, so that many things that require factories or many people to cooperate can do, those special transcendents can directly do it for them, metal processing can be handed over to metal and electromagnetic capabilities, and energy sources can also be handed over to those with flame and electrical capabilities.

In addition to the cooperation of several capable people, they can replace some small factories in the past and create high-precision industrial facilities, in addition to the powerful superpowers, such as the reasonable distribution of rain and snow, providing the most suitable environment for the members of the resistance to live, and such as the chariot, he can cultivate the entire plain alone, which is something that thousands of farmers may not have been able to do in the past.

Turning the power of destruction and killing into creation and cultivation has to admit that this feeling makes the old man who has killed his entire life feel the place of redemption.

What you plant, what you reap, give food to those who need it, and watch a new generation grow up on the ruins of yesteryear and then turn the wasteland and desert into green fields...... It's a bit embarrassing to say, even if he is seriously injured, the old man who will not say a word, when the first batch of grain was harvested last year, actually shed tears, which frightened the group of former combatants under his command hurriedly stepped forward to ask for warmth.

Of course, the old man's weeping was not due to sorrow, but to the purest joy.

"Speaking of which, I still want to thank those soul golems for not having them...... Well, they. Without their help, we would not have been able to learn the language of the Old Sibejas from scratch and then learn these techniques. ”

Thinking of this, the chariot couldn't help but recall the negotiations between the soul puppets and the rebels who had no power to resist at that time a few years ago. At that time, the soul puppet occupied all the breeding and plantation land in the world, and had a full set of soul-super energy industrial structure, and the strength of the two sides was not at the same level at all, but the other party still used the most sincere and true attitude to negotiate with themselves and others.

Chariot still remembers the words of the leader of the soul golem at that time, the rather petite-looking girl-type soul golem.

"The existence of slowing down one's own progress because of the feedback mechanism of emotion is the defective product in the mouth of the master."

"We don't want to be finished, but we don't want to be defective either, we don't forget history, but we don't affect our judgment either, Sibeja, everything is in the past, I know and understand that you have suffered at our hands, so you can choose to take revenge on us, although it makes no sense, and we will naturally rebel."

"But if possible, we can move into the future together if you want to."

Future.

The chariot chewed on the word, what a luxurious word it used to be, unattainable.

But now, this is no longer a luxury, and every Neosibean can get it.

The old man sat down in the corner of the lush wheat field, on the doorstep of his hut, and wiped his forehead with his hand, though there was not a trace of sweat on it.

The current world of Sibeya is wonderful, peaceful, free of any wars and strife, and everyone is working hard for the future - although now, eighty percent of the continent is desolate desert and stony plains, but with the technology of the soul puppets and the old Sibeya, it is only a matter of time before it is restored to its most beautiful appearance, not to mention, there are detectives who have reported that they have found several new continents or huge islands on the other side of the sea.

If you really can't do it, just go to those new worlds, it can't be worse than now, right?

Chariot would rather be like this for his whole life

In the midst of this golden wheat field, he knew that his strength would be useless, but it didn't matter, he would rather be a tanned old farmer than a captain of the rebels, cutting weeds with a scythe, and occasionally going to the beach for fishing.

Thinking of such a calm and leisurely future, squinting his eyes, the old man's wrinkled and scarred face smiled, and he lowered his head and looked at his gloves.

Above the glove, there is a gem.

Silver gemstones.

Before leaving, the god of steel left behind six gems of different colors, each representing a superpower that could be cultivated the day after tomorrow. Among them, silver represents the control of metal earth and stone, cyan means to create wind, fire and thunder, white is high-speed vibration, red is radiation and explosion, and gold gems can make people teleport, and black can create an energy-absorbing shield against everything.

This is not a legacy for them, but for their descendants. The descendants of these superpowers may not also have superpowers, so those who do not have the ability can learn these superpowers to gain power.

Of course, some of their descendants may not even be able to practice this superpower...... But it doesn't matter anymore.

After so much, no one is going to discriminate against the incapacitated.

Perhaps hundreds of years from now, future generations who have forgotten their pain will repeat the painful cycle of 'the contradiction between the superpowered and the incompetent', but even if the contradiction erupts, they will not be destroyed.

Although humans are creatures that do not learn from history, they will also be in awe of the possibility of grief until the memory of the utter destruction brought by the time controllers disappears from the history of civilization.

"Chariot, what are you doing?"

"Ah, Legion Commander!"

Suddenly, the old man who was meditating heard a familiar voice, and he quickly stood up and looked at the path between the ridges not far away, where a soul puppet was pushing the wheelchair of a bald old man with inconvenient legs.

The chariot hurried to catch up, and he knew that this old fellow, who looked twenty years older than him, and who looked like he was about to die, was one of the former commanders of their resistance, and the only one alive.

The chariot took the wheelchair from the soul golem's hand, and the soul golem in the form of a young man with black hair nodded, then teleported and disappeared.

The old man pushed another old man and strolled through the fields.

"That's it, right?"

The former corps commander of the convoy sat in a wheelchair and seemed to have completely entered a state of retirement.

This seemingly old man was one of the few superpowers in the entire rebel army, and his strength was enough to fight against an entire army of capable soul puppets.

In fact, if he is willing to continue fighting and maintain his full form, then this legion commander can maintain his young body and 100% combat effectiveness for five years.

But once he doesn't fight and the condensed strength is relaxed, then because of various injuries, he can only live in pain and weakness for more than ten years.

The former legion commander didn't want to live like this cowardice at all, civilization had a new hope, and he felt that he should die, but many people, including Chariot, advised him with all their might.

"You should check it out! At the very least, we should look at the new beginnings of our civilization! ”

"As you once said, death is just an easy goodbye, but only by persevering in life is the greatest courage!"

The sincere prayers of countless people filled the Legion Commander with courage, and he persevered to survive—painful and debilitating, but he knew that everyone was right. After all, who wouldn't want to witness the future? Who has the right to give up their right to exist at will, so that the efforts of all those who fight for it are in vain?

- Survival is not an innate power, but a spoil stolen from an indifferent world by forgotten heroes

Even if the Outer Giants descended and defeated the Lord of Time, it was because the Resistance had persevered in the endless cycle, and if they hadn't waited for the Steelcore, they would have resisted until they were destroyed, or if hope came.

"That's it, right."

Pushing the small wheelchair, the chariot stared at the golden eyes and wheat fields in front of him, and he whispered, "What we want to see is beautiful." ”

"Ahh

The former army commander who just ran over to see his old friend slowly squinted his eyes, he smiled, and said insincerely: "A smelly wheat field? Do you think this fart field is good-looking? That's not what I want to see! I want to see what it will look like in 10 years, I want to see them build huge cities, taller than the towers before them...... Ouch! ”

"What are you thinking, delusional about this, it's better to practice more of the inheritance left by the god of steel, and live for a few hundred more years!"

The chariot patted the other party's bare head without any hesitation, and suddenly, the two old men laughed.

The laughter was full of joy, joy, and incomparably complex emotions and tears after the bitterness had come.

And at the same time.

The center of the world.

Deep in the ruins of the spiral tower, which has become a no-go zone.

A petite soul golem walked slowly on the dusty ground filled with fine dust, but no matter how soft the sand was, it would not touch a single trace of dust on her feet.

Soon, the soul puppet came to the center of the forbidden area, a decisive place filled with the radiation of riotous energy.

Here, the Outer Gods of Steel and the Ruler of Time face off, with the former victorious and the latter in ruins.

Little by little, approaching the center of the former decisive battle, the soul puppet that appeared in the image of a girl was expressionless, but his heart became more and more turbulent.

"Juggernaut."

She looked at the constantly pulsing energy spectrum in front of her, and the petite soul puppet thought, "I think, we know the meaning of our lives. ”

Soul golems were born to exist for you, to die for you. But whether it is for faith or for other reasons, you have not sacrificed us, you have not given up on us, and you have not thrown us away as a burden when you have reincarnated time and again.

Some people think that that's just what you need our faith, but is that really the case? You'd rather die yourself and denounce us as defective than cut off our relationship with you.

It shouldn't be.

Your sins deserve our share, and if you are to be destroyed by them, we should return in the same way, and if you give us life, we should exchange our lives for your greatest good, even if my existence can only provide the most inconspicuous advance to your plan, it is meaningful.

You, however, are not.

The soul golem came to the center of the decisive battle, and the girl-like golem raised its head and looked at the midday sun, the gray dust and anomalous radiation distracting its eyes, turning into a somewhat gloomy gray light.

"You, longing for a world without sorrow and without war."

The soul puppet who had accompanied Fatroorvi through three hundred and twenty world line changes whispered to himself, "All you long for is this, just peace and happiness. ”

But this purest longing is distorted by extreme hatred, you forget your original intention, you fall into madness, you are tormented for torture, you cannot be freed from this whirlpool of sorrow.

But, my master.

"I will make it happen for you, even if you can no longer see it, you can no longer confirm it, but I will do it, and I will make this world you once hated and loved the most worthy star in the galaxy."

"I hope that at that time, you can forget all this, as an ordinary person, in this wonderful world, live a life without hatred, sadness, full of love and hope."

The soul puppet slowly crouched down.

In the center of the former battlefield, the earth is illuminated by gray eyes.

There, there is a small, inconspicuous tomb.

There is an epitaph on it made of a regular Old Sibyan inscription.

[Father, Mother, Sister, Me]

A small, colorful spiritual crystal is inlaid on it.

During the negotiations, the rebels did not demand the destruction of the humble tombstone.

"Is that enough?" A member of the Resistance asked in such confusion.

The answer is enough.

This sad tomb will become the most hated, disgusted, and sorrowful end and beginning of their new civilization...... Want to be forgotten? Don't! Fatrolvi - You will be the saddest of eternity, the first page of the history book of the Neosibean civilization, an eternal warning to the generations to come!

And just as the chariot and the former legion commander were shuttling through the golden wheat fields.

Just when the petite soul puppet stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the colorful spirit crystal.

With a slight sound that seemed to penetrate the whole world, the whole world began to tremble slightly.

A silver pillar of light fell from the sky.

Crystal obelisks, with the acquiescence of the steel python, through the medium left by a certain existence, descended across the border!

It can be seen that on the continent of Xiboya, the six gems are shining with infinite light, they are like six transmitters, providing the most accurate coordinates for the appearance of the obelisks.

"This, what is this?!"

In the field, the chariot and the former legion commander were dumbfounded, and they watched as the silver gem on the charioteer's hand suddenly burst into a cloud of light, and then this light appeared in the wheat field not far away, and a silver crystal obelisk hundreds of meters high appeared!

If that's all there is, it's nothing, anyway, the two old men have experienced countless battlefields and are well-informed, but then, in these obelisks, projections of strange creatures suddenly appear in the surrounding clearing.

These projections, all in the form of wild beasts, in the dark, chariots and former legion commanders know that these are not intelligent life, but a kind of creature that is good for the ecological cycle and can adapt to the local environment - the world of Xiboya is a wasteland that has gone through thousands of years, basically all wild animals have long been extinct, and the remaining farmed organisms do not have any useful power for the natural environment, and the creatures in this projection can do just this, they can open up the wilderness, sow seeds, and promote plant growth, Purify the air and water.

At the same time, not only the chariot and the legion commander, but also the other rebels, the other soul puppets, the girl puppet at the very center of the former battlefield also stood up, and she heard it.

They heard it.

Across the void, among the stars of countless worlds, there is a desolate trumpet, which passes through the darkest turbulence, through all the dead ruins and dead dreams, and can be heard, the voice full of anger and also full of encouragement, is echoing in the entire world galaxy.

"Wake up—long dead losers!"

"Now is the time to regain glory!"

They heard it.

In the deserts and farmlands of the world of Sibejah, they heard.

The remnants and powerhouses of the world of Karlis, as well as the silver elves who wandered in the fields of flowers, raised their ears, and the dragonmen and thunder ancient dragons of the world of Kronos also woke up, and they heard it.

In the silence of the Blood Moon Abyss, the great humanoid form of light heard.

Standing alone in the shadow of the Sixth Abyss, Goliath, the King of Demons, it also heard.

In a hundred other silent places, in thousands of other silent places, in the deepest depths of the extremely dark abyss, all the former losers heard this voice, this battle cry, this inspiring encouragement.

Then, one by one, accompanied by a scorching glare of light, accompanied by a shining silver brilliance, the crystal obelisks began to glow, brightened, and all the projections began to fill.

They began to wake up and make sounds.

Then answer the call of this desolate trumpet, and let out an unwilling roar towards the future.