Chapter 441 Never Left

They are coming.

Like a storm.

Their armor looked old. It was not the power armor exoskeleton equipment commonly seen in the galaxy today, but an ancient technology from thousands of years ago. It was decorated with medals symbolizing honor, protective runes, dried blood and marks of burns.

They are the most fearless warriors, with surging light gushing out from behind them.

This is a boy's poetic and unrestrained world of thought.

This is a virtual world he created, a realm made up of his memories, his thoughts, and those unforgettable stories. The friends he never forgot—the heroes sleeping in the depths of his dreams, appeared in the world at his call.

Liu Xingquan, the savior of Hope Town and the Army Breaker, stood in the center of the storm and looked at Neligabawa, the servant of the Death Dragon who was trying to seize the heritage of the gods.

The shady servant finally showed a look of panic on his face.

But only a moment later, he roared: "Playing tricks with memory, do you think this monkey trick can deal with me?"

Sand rolled up under Neligabava's feet, and his thoughts began to change. In Liu Xingquan's mind, he was an invading bacterium, a virus, flashing an unclean light, a monster that was transforming and evolving.

The human body that was originally present no longer existed, and his outline gradually became clear. It was a chimeric centipede shining with a metallic luster. He had a hard shell as hard as diamond and thousands of claws like long swords. The moment he appeared, the roaring sound almost tore Liu Xingquan's eardrums.

This is the self-evolved thought form of Nerigabhava, a most horrifying narrative vision presented through analysis of the Homo sapiens brain.

I hate bugs.

Fear spread in Liu Xingquan's heart again.

"Look what this is, it's so scary." Lothar said. He exuded the smell of unburned ashes, and the white fur under his cloak had a kind of moonlight-like purity.

"Is this the most terrifying form that Nirvana can imagine?" Wu Haixi said behind Lothar. The eyes of this Homo sapiens were like rust, red with gray, and his tone was full of disdain and ridicule, "Is this it?"

"A caterpillar." Tita said seriously.

All the warriors burst into laughter. Their laughter grew louder and louder, like the roar of molten lava breaking through the surface of the earth, and whipping up a raging hot wind.

"Liu Xingquan, are you afraid of caterpillars?"

Liu Xingquan touched his nose. He could feel the fear still clinging to him. "It's this big, anyone would be scared." But he smiled. "But I have to deal with this guy."

"Do you know who you are against?" Lothar asked.

"He is from the Black Box Society, he is a servant of the Necromancer, and maybe he has some other awesome identities." Liu Xingquan said, "There are still many things I don't understand, but I know that if I do nothing, I will be doomed, so I must defeat him."

"Well said." Miss Muli smiled, "Even if he is a more advanced life form, you have already introduced him into your dream rules. It is time to destroy him."

"Everyone, go ahead!" Lothar raised the battle flag high. He looked at the centipede figure twisting in the smoke, "We are the undertakers of the Black Box Society!"

Liu Xingquan stepped forward and said, "For this world, for everyone, for Yan Zhen, kill him!"

"For the light of Star Spring!!" All the warriors shouted in unison.

My blood is boiling.

The roars of all the warriors turned into a battle song that pierced the sky.

Countless voices stirred in Liu Xingquan's senses. All the soldiers' information was synchronized at this moment. They rushed towards the centipede. "You all must die!" Nerigabawa roared, "Die!"

Liu Xingquan was the master of the alien world. The protective shield woven by his will enveloped all the warriors, resisting the pollution of the invading thought beams. The ancient warriors of Hope Town surged out of his dream like a raging wave, and countless bursts of sparks from guns and cannons filled the flickering sky.

The soldiers' bullets ignited a rising wave of fire, sparks splashed on the hard shell of the huge beast. His body was like a furnace, screaming and spewing nightmarish flames at them, biting at the protective shield. Not a single soldier retreated.

Soldiers kept turning into ashes in the light of destruction. Liu Xingquan could feel the pain of each soldier being decomposed, as if a malicious code had mixed into his memory, forcibly tearing them apart, as if he himself was bearing the blow of the artillery fire that burned his flesh and blood. The ego was crying softly, and the superego was repairing the mind. The conscious world needs to have its own rules. The dead are not meaningless. As long as I am alive, the proof that they once lived will remain in my memory forever. This is my battlefield. More soldiers sang songs and cut through the waves in this war.

My dreams, my rules.

An unprecedented sense of clarity arose in his heart. Perhaps this was the instinct of human beings, the courage and concentration that burst out for survival.

The singing is loud and clear.

That is a battle song praising the light of Star Spring.

For him, this moment was a real fierce battle, and taking a step back would mean eternal damnation. The fighting spirit and roars of the warriors echoed in his brain, and countless battle information jumped in front of his retina. He seemed to have become a high-speed central processor that could process multiple information at the same time, weakening and dissolving the centipede's attack. Was this the buff that Mr. Cat secretly gave to his nervous system? He had no time to think. The energy beam cannons sprayed by the centipede kept hissing, jumping and flashing on the thought shield he created, while the warriors continued to advance, breaking through the opponent's defenses step by step.

In the flames and bright light, the centipede began to wail. His thought form showed that he was not indestructible under the attack again and again. He roared and swept the battlefield with his sword-like claws, knocking down layer after layer of warriors. But under the intensive attack, his armor-like hard shell was finally torn open, and the broken fragments fell like glass rain.

"That's it!" Lothar shouted.

All the soldiers gathered all their artillery fire, and showers of sparks fell on the centipede. He trembled with anger, trying to hide his exposed backdoor weakness.

That's it.

Losa looked at Liu Xingquan and smiled.

I have located his back door, and now I just need to concentrate all my attention because I am the master here.

It's time.

"Nerigabawa, you lost to us before." Liu Xingquan pointed to the sky, "This time, you will lose again."

Almost at the same moment, amid the chorus of tens of millions of soldiers, a deafening bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

The fiery storm created by the superego instantly engulfed the centipede. The burning light stung Liu Xingquan's eyes, but he did not look away. The centipede's thought form gradually withered and twisted in the storm. The power of the dream master was revealed here, and Neligabava became a small, wailing shadow.

"How dare you..."

“Get out of my world!!”

The shadow was completely blown away by the storm.

His world returned to peace.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, his comrades did not smile with victory.

Lothar stared at the sky in silence.

"Do you feel it?" he said.

"I feel it," Liu Xingquan said. "It's only a matter of time."

"I'll have to face it sooner or later."

The blazing flames are surging in the sky, and the dome of the sky is being squeezed.

Something is pushing and pulling the mist and clouds.

Something is tearing open the veil of alienness.

The soldiers of Hope looked up at the sky. A faint glimmer of ominous light flickered behind the thick fog.

So, in the deep blue night sky, under the dark smoke, like thick black ink seeping into the paper, the dream was torn open.

Liu Xingquan saw a dark shadow flash by, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of rust and fire.

Space hissed as it twisted, and the light of the stars in the night sky gradually became blurred.

In the jumping spiral of electric light, its shape gradually emerged.

It was a predatory beast that could not possibly exist in the world. It was like a huge flying warship, blocking out all the stars. When it spread its wings, it rolled up endless black ash.

It fell to the ground with a heavy rumble, and the ground trembled as if begging for mercy.

Calm down, this is my dream and these are my rules.

It folded its black wings, and as the starlight reappeared, it lowered its longbow-like neck and stared at him with its bright yet cold eyes. Countless consciousnesses seemed to be wailing behind it.

The shadow of the world, the all-knowing and all-powerful Necradrak said, "That's it."

"Where's Mr. Cat?" Liu Xingquan shouted, "What did you do to it?"

The Necra Dragon bared its fangs. "It can no longer interfere. Before it left, it used a little trick to slow down my subjective time a little. Did it think it could reverse the situation? How pitiful! This final struggle was also within my expectations."

“…”

"Hmm? Are you stunned? Nice expression. But there is no need to keep you now." It said contemptuously, "Now let me completely wipe you out--"

At this moment, the air became heavy and sticky.

Liu Xingquan saw that the Dead World Dragon remained motionless with his mouth open.

Time was delayed.

Could it be Mr. Cat...

Then, a voice came into his mind.

"Xingquan, don't give up thinking." His voice was so familiar, so familiar that it almost made people cry.

Liu Xingquan turned his head slowly.

His father was standing under the stars holding the poncho kitten.

Ah, this was his dream, so it was only natural.

Liu Xingquan covered his mouth with his fist to prevent himself from crying out loud.

“You did a great job,” said his father, the now-unsung hero. “Dad’s really proud.”

"dad……"

"It's a little trick left by Mr. Cat, but the time is short." said his father.

Dad, why are you still wearing that ridiculous Terminator outfit?

"Once the normal flow rate is restored, the Necra Dragon will completely seize control of your dreams. This is your last chance. Think about the Necra Dragon's goal and what it relies on."

Dad, do you know that this cosplay really doesn’t match your face?

"Remember, we never left you."

The boy nodded vigorously, trying his best to keep the tears from his eyes.

He turned his head and looked forward firmly.

That was his father, an ordinary father.

The best hero in the world.

No more looking back.

No need to look back.

Time is changing from being stagnant to flowing.

At this moment, his mind had never been as clear as it was at this moment.

The stars flow and spin like springs behind the misty clouds.

He could feel the gentle breeze blowing, like the breath of the earth. It was the sound of grass sprouting from the soil, the sound of raindrops falling, this was what was happening all the time in this world, this galaxy, and the thousands of planets with life. It was the beautiful chord in the grand cosmic movement. In addition, there were countless ways for life to exist...

It is because of these millions of lives that the world is so warm and beautiful.

Time resumed its flow.

Countless threads of consciousness are entangled in the darkness of the Necromancer's shadow.

"Time is slowing down again? Tsk, it's meaningless." Necromancer said impatiently, "Your alien world is already mine."

The lightning-like impact force made Liu Xingquan fly into the air.

In just a moment, Liu Xingquan could feel that this strange world was out of his control.

Lothar, his comrades, his father, their figures are disappearing.

He fell heavily to the ground. Haha, at this time, Necromancer was quite aware of the laws of physics. It was as if he had really fallen from a height of three meters. He could feel the piercing pain in his chest, and his ribs seemed to be broken, piercing directly into his soft lungs.

The Necron Dragon spewed out a storm again. He rolled on the ground, golden stars appeared before his eyes, blood welled up, and his mouth was full of fishy smell.

Another heavy blow.

He flew out again. This time he clearly saw the blood gushing out. It was as if it was real, and his eyes began to go black. His leg bones must have been shattered, and the exaggerated pain made him scream.

The Necron Dragon didn't even move a step. It sat there gracefully, playing with him with its bright yet cold eyes as if it was blowing at a bug.

"Young life, just like him," it said.

Liu Xingquan barely straightened up. His legs and chest were aching so much that he could hardly think. Blood formed a stream beside his knees.

"It is precisely because you are too young that you do not understand the limits of life." Necromancer said, "Mr. Cat has already lost. Don't you understand? You have been used by that guy. It has always been like this, a hypocritical liar. All life is just a tool for it to maintain order."

Liu Xingquan glared at him: "You are a murderer."

"Oh, you are the son of that little bug of the Overwatch Eye." The Necromancer said without any emotion, "Then there is no need to waste any more words. Considering that you once retrospectively observed and awakened me, do you have any last words now?"

Liu Xingquan took a breath and said loudly: "Go to hell!!"

"It's meaningless." The Necromancer said coldly, "I'll finish you off now."

It flapped its wings and flew into the sky, and the shadow of darkness once again covered the earth.

It is so huge, terrifying and invincible.

It's like looking up at Deathwing.

He could see the hellfire burning between its teeth, the flames of destruction that would consume him and destroy him.

Liu Xingquan gasped and gathered his last bit of strength.

"Do you think you won? I understand now, but there's nothing you can do next." He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Because my friends never left!!"

His voice was like thunder.

It was like an ancient star exploding.

The entire alien world pulsates like a heart.

Bang. Bang.