Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 352 May the universe bless my Lord

The point where the gravitational forces of the three suns converge.

Redemption Day

This agile spaceship, originally intended to survey the sun's trajectory, is now like a lone boat in the eye of a storm, performing an exhausting dance thanks to its extreme adaptability to gravity.

But at this moment, the atmosphere on the spaceship, which is being scorched by three stars in turn, has become extremely cold.

This coldness has nothing to do with the loss of the sophists, but rather with their loss of the guidance of the 'Master'.

The atmosphere inside the warship was gripped by a sense of panic at being abandoned.

"Still unable to access the Lord's divine will?"

"We've tried electromagnetic waves, directed gravitational waves, and neutrino waves..."

What about other interaction methods?

“All frequencies, all media have been tested… the Lord has given no feedback.” A communicator’s mental membrane spread in the silence.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, and despair begins to spread.

"The divine sense has completely disappeared. Is this part of the Lord's plan? Or..."

"Were we abandoned? Because of our failure?"

"Is it because the last of the sophons also fell? Did the Lord cut off contact with us to prevent our exposure?"

"O universe...please bless my Lord."

"The Lord is probably entangled with those strong mutual detectors and is unable to reply to us."

Panic spread rapidly among the Trisolarans who relied on direct communication via the thought membrane. They were all elites of the Trisolaran world, including many former high-ranking officials of the Trisolaran government, but now they were like kites with broken strings, drifting on the edge of collapsing faith.

Amidst the chaotic fluctuations of thought, all eyes involuntarily turned to the figure standing before the observation window.

Their commander, the leader of the organization.

Listener 1379.

Listener 1379's thought membrane remained stable, and it did not seem too anxious about not being able to contact the Master. It paused, gazing at the three huge and unpredictable suns around the warship, admiring the solar prominences that were almost rushing towards it.

Three beams of warm sunlight streamed through the porthole, casting a shadow on its smooth surface and reflecting an almost martyr-like tranquility.

【Quiet. 】

A clear command, like a sharp blade, severed the chaotic thought waves, instantly suppressing all panicked communication.

The leader of the Trisolaran Earth Organization turned around.

All the Trisolarans looked at their commander.

Number 1379 also looked at them, his gaze sweeping over each compatriot with a look of surprise and doubt.

It is a fact that we have lost our immediate connection with the Lord.

Listener 1379's thought waves were stable and powerful.

The last sophon, our crucial intelligence asset for survival, has been trapped in a snare set by the Trisolaran government. Without the sophon, the Redemption Sun will inevitably face invasion.

It paused, allowing this harsh reality to fully dissipate. [The Trisolaran government will certainly not let this opportunity pass. They crave to seize all the data from the Redemption Day and to completely erase us.]

A hint of almost contempt flickered across 1379's thought membrane.
But they also fear. They fear our desperate gamble, that we might plunge the Redemption into any sun, turning all our secrets into plasma with us. That's why we're here, in this gravitational inferno where their large ships dare not venture, and where their weapons struggle to target us precisely, seeking a sliver of hope.

"But...but..."

The Trisolarans before me were exchanging thought waves.

Monitor 1379 understood their meaning, and its thought waves became intense:
Comrades, do not forget that the existence of TEO did not begin with the favor of the Lord. Before the Lord cast His divine gaze upon our insignificant world, when our ancestors first received that peaceful call from the earth, the seeds of the organization were already sown.

What we follow is never some supreme 'master,' but a possibility! The possibility of a Trisolaran civilization moving towards a different future! A possibility that is no longer eternally trapped in the cruel cycle of dehydration and immersion, a possibility that can understand the true meaning of words like 'love' and 'beauty.'

"But...but..."

It seems there are still some people who cannot understand.

Listener 1379's thought waves surged, like a shout, shaking the core of every Trisolaran's brain.

I know that the appearance of the Lord has made some comrades complacent, thinking that the Lord will fly over to save the Trisolaran world. I once thought that the Lord's existence accelerated the process of realizing the organization's lofty ideals. But the Lord's silence or departure is by no means a reason for us to surrender. We have lost the Lord, but we still have ourselves.

Our fight is for the billions of our compatriots at the bottom of the Trisolaran world, deceived and deprived of their right to immersion! It is to expose the lie of the eternal cycle within the dry storage chambers! How many dehydrated Trisolarans have been secretly burned to death by the Trisolaran government? Countless. This is the most horrific massacre in history. Our sacrifice here today is like a boulder thrown into the stagnant waters of Trisolaran society! The ripples it stirs up will ignite a prairie fire!

Listener No. 1379.

This person, who possesses a deep understanding of Earth's culture and has learned Earth's emotionally charged and inflammatory speeches, could play a terrifying role in the Trisolaran world.

This is also the ultimate reason why countless Trisolarans chose to follow Monitor 1379.

The intellectually impoverished Trisolarans had never seen anything like this.
Listener 1379 took a short time to restore order to the Redemption Day and get the remaining Trisolaran Earth Organization members excited.

It nodded and continued to display to everyone:
Comrades, put away your useless panic. Our mission is above the existence of God, above the survival of individuals. Do what we must do: find a way to contact the remaining resistance fighters on the surface of Trisolaris and spread the truth as much as possible. If the reactionary forces of the Trisolaran government dare to attack us, immediately gather all information into a beam of neutrinos, including all technical data, and send it all to Earth.

One day, Earth will liberate the Trisolaran world.

Immediately afterwards, a vow, through thought resonance, spread from Monitor 1379 and eventually resounded throughout the consciousness of all the Trisolaran rebels.

It paused for a moment, then raised its forelimbs.

"Destroy the Three-Body tyranny!"

After a brief pause, an even more fervent and unified wave of thought erupted, dispelling the previous fear and gloom, and bursting forth completely!

"The world belongs to humanity!"

...

A sophon belonging to the Trisolaran government recorded the entire scene and transmitted it simultaneously to the command center.

"Look, Monitor 1379 is more dangerous than any rebel in the history of the Trisolaran civilization. If the Trisolaran leader hadn't had the foresight to cut off the television broadcast from the 'Redemption Day' to the Trisolaran system, the entire Trisolaran world would probably be a vast ocean by now," said the cultural and educational administrator.

"The news must be kept under wraps, or civilization will descend into chaos," said the Orbital Defense Administrator.

"Judging from their statements, they seem to have made contact with that super-individual on Earth through sophons or something else. For us, any intelligence from the solar system is crucial, and we must take control of the Redemption Sun intact," said the Industrial Administrator.

"Further words are useless. With the head of state absent, I will issue the final authorization order: let's begin sowing the 'strings' and let the 'high mountains and flowing waters' resonate!" The councilor issued the final order.

The military governor and the scientific governor began to act simultaneously.

Operation "New Qin" has officially begun!
(End of this chapter)