Chapter 402 Branch
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Xiao Zhen opened his eyes and stretched out his hands. They were the smooth hands of Homo sapiens on Earth. The ten fingers on his hands, which evolved for the purpose of using tools more skillfully, belonged to the species at the top of the planet's evolution. That was the body he had been in for a year. This body connected him to his friends, his relatives, and his home.
His scattered thoughts have returned, and now he has become a human being named Yan Zhen again.
Tens of seconds ago.
Most of the tentacles embedded in Prince Alsiel's body (branches of his mind array) grabbed the invisible afterimage.
Their consciousness surged in their dead bodies . The filthy afterimages screamed and cursed frantically. When the body dies, there is death. This is the life code of most creatures in the galaxy. But the Heart Eater is a spiritual body that exists in a strange way. The body is just a consumable vehicle for them. When the body is destroyed, the Heart Eater will slip into the next vehicle as if changing transportation, like an ineradicable mold.
Xiao Zhen's thoughts held it tightly, and a blazing pale fire blazed in the sea of consciousness. It wanted to deploy its mental barrier to break free from Xiao Zhen, but amid waves of mental agitation, it found itself trapped in the other party's airtight mental network.
It was becoming prey, its mind was being broken down, the energy that drove it was being extracted, it was an invisible body, but now it could only be pulled and twisted by the terrifying tentacles of its mind while screaming. The pale flames gnawed at it, devoured it, without mercy or mercy.
(How dare you...)
"Kill me." The prince said to Shark Tooth.
A violent flash of light swept through its and Xiao Zhen's thought tentacles, burning them to ashes in an instant.
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It has returned to its original form.
Xiao Zhen stood in the room and clenched his fists. As he regained his consciousness, he grasped the last remnant of the filthy afterimage.
Now its thought array has almost turned to ashes. When Shark Fang completely decomposed and destroyed the prince, it tried its best to separate a small wisp in an attempt to escape.
Xiao Zhen grabbed it ruthlessly, and after his thoughts quickly retreated and jumped, the afterimage was also brought back.
It roared: (You are ignorant and short-sighted! You cannot stop the arrival of galactic happiness, and you cannot stop our grand cause!)
Xiao Zhen ignored its desperate screams and clenched his fists. He could feel that the remnant of the Heart Devourer was already weak. The nameless flame ignited from the palm of his hand, and it was like the crackling fuel residue in the furnace, gasping for air under the powerful mental power of Xiao Zhen's body.
(Do you think this is the end?) It said, (Everything is calculated in the destiny, and the world will usher in true liberation.)
Xiao Zhen ignored it, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and the nameless fire suddenly turned into a ball of light. Bang!
The scorching light penetrated its spirit and tore apart its remaining thought array.
Xiao Zhen opened his hands, and the air above his palms fluctuated slightly before returning to nothingness.
The Black Box will fail, he thought, simply because he is here.
It's not over yet.
After pulling the Heart Devourer into his body, Xiao Zhen devoured part of its thinking tissue. He soon realized that the Heart Devourer had used the authorization and certification of all participants to activate the highest defense resolution.
The Supreme Defense Resolution is the ultimate trump card of the Xiyiqi people. It is the only usable legacy obtained by the first queen from the remains of the pioneers of Nocturne Mountain. Because its power is too terrifying, the first queen has always banned it, and it is a secret that only circulates among the highest levels of Xiyiqi.
It was a terrifying thing from the old civilization that once stood at the top of the galactic civilization. Once it was activated, it would truly erase the target object from the concept. It was not killing, it was not extinction, but it would directly delete the living thing from cognition. Faced with this terrifying technological object with unpredictable consequences, the first queen set up many prohibitions. It could only be activated with the unanimous approval of the Supreme Council when foreign races invaded, the queen encountered an accident, and the Xiyiqi people were in dire straits.
Under the conspiracy of the Black Box Society, the Supreme Council launched this final defense resolution. Although it is unknown why the Black Box Society wants to guide the Xiyiqi people to launch this ancient dark technology weapon against the Saidi people, Xiao Zhen quickly made it clear what he should do now, which is to prevent the defense resolution from being completely activated.
"Number 8, it's up to you now." Xiao Zhen said in a low voice.
Right now the entire network is disabled, and Yan'an No. 8 cannot communicate with Xiaozhen, but yesterday Xiaozhen copied Yan'an No. 8's program and saved it locally in order to prevent any accidents.
After entering the Supreme Council of the Eternal Palace, the prince used his authority to quietly implant Yan An No. 8 into the Supreme Council's closed command system.
The moment the defense resolution is activated, Yan An No. 8 will create a string of useless codes to block the command from being officially executed. Under the tight security of the closed system of the Parliament of Power, this cannot actually prevent the activation of the final resolution, but Yan An No. 8's full-scale disruption will seriously slow down the speed of the command.
Final defense resolution will be delayed.
At least this could buy Xiaozhen some time.
He had to stop the resolution from being implemented.
In this situation, what would Mr. Cat do? Xiao Zhen subconsciously turned on the communicator, and only the rustling sound of electricity rang in the communicator. The cat did not leave him any message. No message! Bad cat, bad cat.
The room he was in was the hotel that Duke Jill had booked in advance. After cutting off the mind tentacles that controlled the prince's body, in order to reduce the risk of distracted thoughts, Xiao Zhen had been in a half-awake and half-asleep state since returning to the hotel. The three-day life as a prince was like a short dream to him.
The room was now empty. Neither Mr. Cat, Duke Gil, nor his crew of the Zekin were here.
Bad cat, bad cat.
Xiao Zhen turned off the communicator and turned to walk towards the door.
He walked forward, the air filled with the smell of smoke and war.
Xiyiqi Star is no longer a safe place, just like the Earth in the past. He walked forward in the corridor. He could hear the roar of artillery fire outside the building, and the shaking ceiling occasionally dropped dust. Some old consciousness surged up from the depths of his memory, constantly rolling in his mind. He seemed to hear Boss Han whispering, "Only you can stop this conspiracy of the Black Box Society."
Yes, I must complete my mission.
He whispered, "Xiao Zhen, I'm coming right now."
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In his memory, under his parents' bed was a forbidden area.
He could still remember the day when he secretly put a grasshopper in a cardboard box and brought it home. The grasshopper escaped and jumped under the bed. He crawled under the bed to chase the little fugitive, and then he saw the shabby wooden box. It was very old, with a thick layer of dust on it, as if it had been forgotten in time.
He dragged the box out, but before he could open it, his mother, who had just returned home, scolded him when she saw the scene. She pushed the box back under the bed, her movements were very gentle and careful, as if the box was fragile glass.
"Don't touch it casually." said my mother.
There must be a secret in that wooden box, he said to himself, maybe it was a treasure hidden by his parents. Finally one day, the young boy dragged out the wooden box from under the bed and secretly opened it. There were no treasures in it as he imagined, but some very ordinary items, yellowed notebooks, old Walkman, a few tapes of the outdated singer Tan Yun, and a thin photo album, which contained relatives he had never met.
From that time on, he learned that he once had a brother.
A blood brother.
His brother's name is Yan An. His parents collected photos of him from different periods of his short life in an album. A photo of him as a baby, a photo of his brother squatting in front of a pile of sand in kindergarten with a silly smile, a photo of his parents taking him to the park to play, a photo of him in the fourth middle school at different times, a photo of him holding a certificate and a photo . His brother looks very similar to him, and a few photos from kindergarten and elementary school almost made him think that this was himself, but after entering high school, Yan An's appearance began to differ significantly from his. But his brother's life also came to an abrupt end in high school.
He died in an accidental traffic accident. His parents could not get over the death of his brother. After years of mourning, they stuffed all of Yan An's belongings into a box and threw it under the bed, erasing his traces from their lives through self-hypnosis. Then he was born.
He was very sure of one thing: if Yan An had not died, he would never have been born.
He is his brother's replacement, a stand-in to make up for the pain.
His elder brother's name is Yan An, and his name is Yan Zhu.
Since kindergarten, he has disliked this name. Zhu is pronounced the same as pig, and those annoying kids often laughed at him for being a "pig". He once went home and yelled that he wanted to change his name, but his parents' expressions at that moment made him shut up.
Later, he looked up the meaning of his name in the Xinhua Dictionary: Zhu, which means a small island in the water. His brother was An, and he was Zhu.
They are brothers across the water.
His parents almost never mentioned this brother. They built a solid wall with silence and avoidance, hiding the unbearable grief inside. He could only get a little information about his brother from a few words. His brother was an excellent student with good conduct and was a very sensible and good child.
In the descriptions of most other relatives and friends, the evaluation was almost the same: he was a good child, what a pity.
In their words, the vague name of good boy refers to everything that his brother once was.
But he knew more about his brother.
The notebook in the wooden box is my brother's diary, which records some of his past events in bits and pieces.
[On X month X day, Wei Hongzhuo really deserves a beating. I plan to teach him a lesson tomorrow.]
To be honest, this tone is not that of a good kid. He really wanted to know what his brother did to Wei Hongzhuo. When he curiously turned to the next page, he found that the diary time had jumped to ten days later. His brother seemed to have forgotten about Wei Hongzhuo and recorded his thoughts after reading a famous book he had read recently. This made him scratch his head, as if he was following a novel but an important plot was skipped.
Later, he realized that his brother's diary had no regular pattern. He just recorded recent events whenever he was in a mood, and the content of the records was not serious experiences or insights.
For example, this:
[On X month X day, I won the election. I defeated Luo Qingxi and became the squad leader! This is a great victory of the people's war. Admit defeat, Luo Qingxi! Hahahahahahahahahaha! ]
(Then he drew an ugly and weird smiley face at the end of the sentence)
He finally confirmed one thing, that is, his parents and relatives probably had some misunderstandings about his brother.
