People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Interstellar War?

"In the ancient myths passed down among the Sami people, there is a story about [Sohati]."

"It tells the story of ten thousand years ago—the actual time is much earlier than ten thousand years ago, this is just the earliest possible estimate of the unknown history of the Terran people, but it is still too conservative—a huge feathered beast called [Varusita] soaring in the sky laid a scorching egg. This giant egg could not withstand its own high temperature and shattered into countless fragments in mid-air, emitting a huge sound and a blinding light, which awakened the sleeping Sami."

"[Varusita] was blinded by the light of her own egg and mistakenly believed that Sami was responsible for the egg's breakage, so she launched a frenzied attack on Sami."

"Sami stretched out his body to shield the remaining humans from all the calamities of the [Varusita]. After enduring the scorching heat of 20 suns, Sami suffered severe burns. After regaining its sight, the [Varusita] felt deep regret and unease and left Terra, but its eggs attracted demons. To protect humanity, Sami bent down and used his body to block the demons."

[Kailinlin] Yixuanzhongzhuan: Erxi paused,

"This myth is full of the embellishments of the ancient Sami people, but Lord Ernst, if you look at it from your perspective, you should be able to draw some conclusions."

"What attracted the demons was not Valusita's [egg], or rather, that [egg] was actually the [stargate] that fell to the north of the earth and was used to connect Europa and Terra."

"Because of the [Observer], the door fell from the universe, and Sami blocked it and took the brunt of the devastating explosion."

"That explosion has now left a crater of 2000 million square kilometers in the north of the earth. Without [Sami], that explosion would have been enough to destroy half of Terra."

"Stargate?"

Ernst was familiar with the term, but this was the first time he had heard it from Kal'tsit about a stargate that had fallen from a pre-civilization era deep within the Infi Icefield.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that the behemoth [Sami] withstood an attack from a real [space-based weapon] using its own physical body and power!

This is no simple "space junk." If the myth is not fictional, then the combination of descriptions such as "unable to withstand the high temperature," "enormous sound," and "blinding light" makes Ernst think of nothing more than a nuclear bomb.

In reality, the power of the stargate that "exploded" was probably on a completely different level from that of a nuclear bomb! You think the "scorching heat of twenty suns" is a joke?

When an asteroid struck Earth, it nearly completely altered the planet's ecosystem, wiping out the dinosaurs, the dominant species at the time. And Sammy, facing a truly devastating bomb, single-handedly withstood it!

Not only did it withstand the attack, but it also prevented any damage to the surrounding area. Furthermore, it even suppressed the [demon] whose threat level was comparable to a bomb.

Ernst had thought he was unlikely to be surprised by the difference in "magnitude," after all, the concept of "can anyone be stronger than the ancient civilization?" had already subtly taken root in his mind.

But after hearing about Sami's true appearance and strength, he was still amazed.

"But didn't [Sami] also say that he was only a level three behemoth?"

Ernst couldn't help but ask.

Kal'tsit's answer hit the nail on the head:

"The classification of behemoths is a rough one by Terra behemoth scholars based on the known abilities of behemoths, and human understanding of behemoths is less than one percent."

"Furthermore, how many behemoth scholars would categorize all the myths and legends of Terra as 'the influence of behemoths'? Not to mention studying the entire country of Sami as a behemoth."

"Also a level three behemoth, [Sui] drove out the behemoths from the land of Great Yan and suffered the curse of the [power] of other behemoths, thus weakening it to the point that it could be killed by the True Dragon of that time with the Divine People Legion."

"This achievement is the fundamental reason why it can stand out from other behemoths and is generally regarded by behemoth researchers as the [strongest behemoth]."

“But Lord Ernst, it’s because they don’t know about Sami. If they did know about Sami, seeing Sami would be like an ant seeing the blue sky.”

"It's no exaggeration to say that [Sami] could crush those giant beasts with just one kick."

Ernst felt that Kelsey hadn't used a metaphor because she spoke too formally.

Kal'tsit did not use a metaphor.

Because she truly knew Sami's battle record, knew that he had once stomped to death the fire giant Surtur who had been so arrogant in front of him, scaring him so much that he couldn't even run away, and even his corpse was torn to shreds, while the other party didn't even scrape off a layer of his skin.

Even now, when He is infinitely weakened by the explosion of the Starry Sky Gate and the invasion of the Demonic Pollution, He can still use His power to create the Infi Ice Plain, which is more than twice the size of the Burning Wind Hot Land, covering an area of ​​about 3000 million square kilometers, and withstand the collapse paradigm that has lasted for thousands of years.

As for His power.

Even Kelsey couldn't fully explain this problem to Ernst.

After all, even He Himself couldn't count them all.

Beyond the basic manifestations of cold and ice, there is also communication with any living being, purification to cleanse pollution, creation of Sami-specific species like the Clan Tree, as well as immortality, time and space, prophecy, and projection.

It might not sound as mysterious as the concept of "age".

But as the saying goes, talking about toxicity without considering dosage is irresponsible, and talking about mechanisms without considering dosage is even more absurd.

"Therefore, Lord Ernst, you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"There are also differences between level three behemoths."

"The difference between [Sami] and [age] is probably greater than the difference between a three-year-old child named Felin and an inside defender from Ursus."

"With Him taking care of things, we can focus on solving the problem of the Jingyu Main Mine."

"Didn't you say that I should focus on solving the problem of Jingyu's main mineral vein?"

He held the small Originium in his hand, which emitted a multicolored light.

Ernst looked at Kal'tsit with a smile.

Kal'tsit's lips moved, and she murmured:

"I did say that."

"But, but you..."

"Question: How do you make a delicious piece of chocolate?"

Ernst suddenly said.

Kal'tsit was taken aback, somewhat confused as to why Ernst had suddenly changed the subject as if it were a riddle.

But the PhD student, as if by conditioned reflex, gave an answer:

"Buy a piece of chocolate from the supermarket, melt it, and then put it into a mold you made yourself, and wait for it to solidify."

Kal'tsit looked at the Doctor with a look of astonishment.

Ernst raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze to the Doctor:

How much of it do you remember?

Not many.

As if he had seen some horrific scene on Ernst's face, Doctor Six quickly turned his head away, gritting his teeth and muttering, →/

"I hate chocolate."

Chapter 981 is like making chocolate.

"I hate chocolate."

It's unclear when exactly, but the prophet had this idea in his mind.

As "Treasure" once said, chocolate in his time symbolized sweetness, and people would often express their sincere feelings to their loved ones and friends by giving them chocolates on special holidays.

The prophet found this approach very incomprehensible, since chocolate doesn't seem to be all sweet.

In terms of its ingredients alone, the higher the cocoa content, the more bitter it becomes. In other words, the purer the chocolate, the more bitter it tastes!

But Precy seemed to appreciate the "treasure's" explanation more than his analysis of the chemical composition. So much so that she later actually asked the "treasure" how to make chocolate, and in the days that followed, she tried every means to find reasons to give chocolates to her friends.

Although I've said it several times, "Treasure" is better at charming girls than he is.

Fortunately, the prophet didn't object to Precys' occasional clever ideas. Although he hoped Precys would focus more on his research into Originium, as "Treasure" said, they were too stressed; if this continued, they would suffer a mental breakdown before the apocalypse.

Take a break now and then.

He thought this way until that day.

Luo traversed the stargate through the ocean back to the lunar observation station. His first words upon entering the base were a question:

"Where did he go?"

The air in the entire observatory seemed to freeze; almost everyone instinctively avoided her gaze. In the end, even Ed, with his straightforward nature, had to speak up:

“Lo, you don’t need to worry about him so much. The priestess and the prophet have already discussed all the possibilities. As long as the plan succeeds, we will meet again someday. Even if the plan fails, theoretically, we will all die, and he will be unharmed.”

Call me Lu!

Luo interrupted him somewhat rudely.

"I didn't ask you that question!"

Ed opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to retort, but was silenced by a look from Friston beside him.

Friston forced a smile, and the blond old man tried to change the subject:

“Treasure said that the civilization he once lived in did not have this custom, and he never agreed to let you refer to yourself by this surname, Luo.”

"If you want his consent, why don't you save this information for your next meeting and confirm it with him in person?"

Lowe did not answer Friston.

The people present all owed Friston. They took away the most resources that humanity could currently mobilize, leaving Friston only some "leftovers" to carry out his "Preserver" plan, which everyone knew was absolutely doomed to fail. Luo was one of them.

The high moral standards of human civilization made them feel uneasy about this, especially since Friston was the oldest among them. Even in the apocalypse, when the shackles of morality were on the verge of breaking, none of the people present were willing to speak disrespectfully to Friston.

But she was not distracted by Friston's words either.

"Treasure" never agreed to this, and the civilization he lived in called "China" did indeed abandon the tradition of distinguishing between "surname" and "clan name" a very, very long time ago, but she still thought it was quite good.

After all, according to the cultural distinctions of the planet [SOL-3] described by "Treasure", she is not a [Chinese] person.

Given that, it's perfectly understandable that she did it this way.

By placing his surname between his own given name and surname, enclosing it, it serves at least as proof that he once existed.

She silently ignored Friston's words, her gaze fixed on the prophet and the priestess.

What was supposed to be a showcase of the project's progress has turned into an execution ground-like event.

The prophet clutched the small pocket watch tightly in his hand, his lips pressed together beneath his hood, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Precys, standing nearby, seemed to sense this inner turmoil. She took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and her expression was stiff and cold.

"The treasure is all around us."

"From the skies to the seas of Terra, he is everywhere."

"I did it."

He took out three small, exceptionally beautiful pieces of amber from a box beside him. Their crystal-clear surface seemed to contain a core of countless pieces of information, and the passage to the "Sea of ​​Information of Solaris" seemed to be hidden beneath their shells. Their self-replicating properties, in a sense, expressed Precys's astonishing ambition.

She will spread it across the earth, the sea, and the sky, until it pierces the heavens, encompasses the universe, and creates a new world.

"Everywhere".

"Everywhere".

This is an almost perfect artificial amber; its only drawback is that it doesn't look like natural amber at all.

The doctor looked up somewhat blankly at Precyth's profile.

He remembered the tremor and near-physiological resistance on Precys's face as he cut, dissected, dissolved, and recast.

He suddenly couldn't understand her determination at this moment, and even couldn't understand the "priestess" that this "treasure" spoke of as very easy to understand.

"Prisus, you?"

"What's wrong, prophet?"

She turned around, her gentle and sweet smile as always, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the prophet.

He suddenly remembered Priscilla's stiff self-comforting expression during the experiment.

"It's okay, just like making chocolate."

"Melt it, then put it into a mold and let it solidify."

He initially thought it was just him trying to comfort himself.

But now, he suddenly felt a little confused.

Why is Precys so skilled?

What were you thinking about when you were making those chocolates? What were you practicing using them as a model?

He wasn't sure if he was being malicious in his assumptions about his closest comrade and loved one, but to be honest, at this moment, thinking back to that damned "metaphor," he really hated chocolate!

"Prophet?"

Precyth's questioning voice pulled the prophet back to reality.

The prophet swallowed hard.

Cover Terra with Originium, cover the universe with Originium, and create a new world with Originium.