Chapter 1319 The Third Memory

"Ah Choo!"

In the underground laboratory of Jinling Institute for Advanced Study, sitting on a bed next to the computer, Lu Zhou suddenly sneezed without warning.

As if frightened by the sneeze, a drone with a small TV on it whizzed over from the side.

【Master, do you have a cold? Need Xiaoai to check your body for you? QAQ]

"No, I'm fine," Lu Zhou muttered to himself after rubbing his reddened nose, "I guess someone is thinking about it again...let's continue."

【All right. Q(ω｀)]

Although he was still a little worried, Lu Zhou's order was absolute, and the drone that was floating beside him whined and flew back, replaced by a robot arm attached to the wall, handing over a pitch-black virtual reality helmet to Lu Zhou. In front of Lu Zhou.

Reaching out to take the streamlined helmet, Lu Zhou put it on carefully, and then lay back on the soft mattress.

The current technology is really getting more and more advanced. He vaguely remembers that when the Phantom System was first launched, the VR helmets launched by major manufacturers were as bulky as motorcycle helmets at first glance.

But now, companies such as Huawei and Rice have launched their own ultra-thin high-end products. After wearing them, lying flat on the pillow does not feel uncomfortable at all, and you don’t even feel that your head is covered with a metal shell.

After setting the startup time of the neural access device, Lu Zhou closed his eyes and said "system" silently in his heart, and soon entered a pure white space...

...

The memory started successfully.

When Lu Zhou opened his eyes again, he saw a grassland.

However, it is quite different from the grasslands on Earth.

The grass here is blue, like an endless ocean, with waist-high waves swaying in the wind passing by. In stark contrast to the blue of the horizon, the sky is like a burning flame, exuding a breathtaking energy.

At the same time, on the far side of the skyline, a fiery red gaseous planet countless times larger than the distant star occupies a third of the sky.

As if waiting for something, the person standing on this grassland did not move at all, just quietly looking at everything within sight, as if he wanted to engrave the beautiful scenery before dusk in his mind same in...

He couldn't move his limbs, but his facial features were still normal. Lu Zhou, who was attached to this body like a ghost, only took half a second to figure out the situation.

The terrestrial planet under his feet should be a satellite of a gaseous planet.

Judging from the wrinkle-free terrain, the geological activities of this generation should be infrequent—or in other words, the geological activities of the entire planet tend to be stable. In addition, the ecosystem on this planet should be much simpler than that of the earth, and there are no traces of artificial development.

At this moment, the wind on the grassland suddenly became noisy.

Feeling the strong wind blowing in front of him, "Lu Zhou" couldn't help closing his eyes.

And almost at the same time, the moment he closed his eyes, a memory that did not belong to him flooded into his mind like a flood.

The torn picture flashed, standing in the ancient Roman arena, he defeated a terrible opponent with the iron blade in his hand.

Blood splattered, and the screen continued to flicker.

A man who looked like a referee stood in front of him, raised his hands vigorously to the cheers of the audience, and announced his victory.

Immediately afterwards, the screen changed again, this time it was not in the arena, but in a spacious hall.

A man dressed like a servant of God stuck a stone emitting green light on his forehead, chanting a language that even the civilization of the observers could not translate, and then placed the stone on his forehead. Open palms.

From the fragmentary fragments, Lu Zhou probably figured out what kind of "thing" the owner of this memory is, as well as some "story background" that happened before this memory.

Let's start with the most important thing. This memory does not belong to the Jialan civilization, but belongs to an ethnic group whose pronunciation looks like "Parker".

They are covered with fluff, and their height is generally between 1 meter and 1.5 meters. They have flexible claws, strong feet and erect animal ears, just like large cats walking upright—the kind without tails.

Because of the lack of metal minerals on the mother planet, it took them a long time to move from the Iron Age to the Industrial Age. During this long period of time, they even achieved the unification of civilization in the Iron Age.

Entering the industrial age with a single civilization, even if it is an advantage for them, is also a disadvantage.

Its advantage lies in that, because the conflicts within civilization basically ended in the cold weapon era, and the long feudal era injected civilization with the idea of ​​grand unification and authoritarianism, even if there were several regime changes and rise and fall during the period The evolution and the turbulence caused by it have also been smoothly transitioned in small-scale local conflicts.

It can be said that the industrial machines of the Park civilization have never really entered the military field.

Although their civilization contains the gene of advocating force, this gene has been "transcribed" in a form completely different from that of human civilization.

For example, rather than negotiation, they are more inclined to solve problems through primitive duels with cold weapons.

They are more inclined to flaunt honor than morality as a code of conduct.

For another example, the short average life expectancy makes them look down on life and death, and believe in reincarnation and afterlife... even though their science has never really proved these two things.

At the same time, when Lu Zhou read the memory fragments, he noticed that there was a huge class of priests and aristocrats in the Park civilization.

As the spiritual leader of the clergy, a profession called a prophet played an even more important role than the king in the rise and fall of the entire civilization.

Idealism and authoritarianism, the level of technology is probably in the early and middle period of the interstellar era, and the development ideas are completely different from the powerful and autistic Jialan Empire.

With the support of high cultural identity and the concept of grand unification, they seem to have no expansion penalty. Even before mastering the means of communication faster than the speed of light, the colony maintains an unimaginable unity with the parent star.

And compared to building homes, their biological habits tend to live alone, they are more inclined to migrate to distant and empty habitable planets, and do everything possible to occupy more land—even if it is some undeveloped wasteland.

Just like the Jialan people like to breathe the metallic air in the world around the world, these cat-like solitary Parkers can spend a whole day on the empty prairie.

For example, the grassland planet under his feet is one of the hundreds of colonized planets of the Parker Civilization.

As for the body that Lu Zhou is now substituting, it is a warrior whose pronunciation looks like "Nuwa". A glorious God's Chosen One.

As mentioned earlier, in the historical process of Parker civilization, the prophet played an important role, and the chosen person was the prophet's right-hand man.

The Prophet "foresees the future" through a special ritual called "Psionic Ritual", tells the "best arrangement" to the "God's Chosen One" who is the only one who knows, and tells him to fulfill his mission.

In fact, when reading this memory, Lu Zhou was quite skeptical about the rigor of this ceremony, and whether things like the future could really be predicted through this unreliable method.

However, Parker Civilization seems to be convinced of this.

Even on a few occasions in their history, the Chosen did the "right thing" to benefit the world after following the teachings of the Prophet.

From this point of view, these fluffy guys seem to be less aware of the lessons of history than humans.

However, as far as the level of technology is concerned, these furry guys seem to be much more advanced than human civilization, and Lu Zhou has nothing to complain about their position...

At this time, footsteps came from behind.

Parker, who opened his eyes, turned around and looked back, only to see a soft light beam falling from the clouds, and a figure slowly fell on the azure blue grassland along the light.

Gravitational rays?

anti-gravity?

Or... some technology he didn't understand.

Leaving aside what kind of magical technology these Parkers use to travel between high orbits and the surface of the planet, Lu Zhou followed Nuwa's line of sight and looked a few times at the withered, The aging Parker tried to find clues about this guy from the scattered memory fragments.

However, something strange happened.

In Lu Zhou—or Nu Wa's memory, although there is a long memory about this old man, his name did not appear.

Just when Lu Zhou was surprised by this strange situation, the old "cat man" suddenly spoke.

"Congratulations, warrior named Nuwa."

Lowering his head respectfully, Nuwa said.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me, everything is the will of the spirit of the universe."

The old man smiled, looked carefully at the face of the young man in front of him, nodded slightly and said, "Under its guidance, the bravest man in our civilization came to me. To be honest, it has been a long time A long time ago, I was shaken by psychic rituals and oracles, but now I am extremely convinced that all these are the best arrangements."

Nuwa didn't speak, but just maintained a humble posture, waiting for the old man in front of him to tell the prophecy that belonged to the chosen one.

It's almost a routine.

However, this time, the old man didn't seem to intend to say a lot. After looking at him for a long time, he only used a very vague description to summarize the whole prophecy, and then said the "best thing" that belongs to the chosen one. s arrangement".

"Natural disasters are approaching, no one is spared, and flames spread from the border to the holy land... Your mission is to go to the center of this galaxy and find a way out for our civilization."

Surprised by the astonishing prophecy, Nuva was briefly stunned for two seconds, and immediately asked anxiously.

"How do I find it—"

"Hush."

The dry paw pressed against Nuwa's lips, the old man interrupted Nuwa's question, looked at him with meaningful eyes, and continued, "When you get there, you will naturally know what to do...that's just a It's your job."

Maybe it was because he listened to the old man's words, or maybe it was because of the obedience generated by piety, Nuwa nodded silently, and did not speak again.

Seeing that the young man in front of him listened to his own words, a smile of approval appeared on the old man's face.

"The spaceship and luggage are ready."

"May you be able to find that slim hope in the middle of this galaxy."

Having said that, the old man suddenly stopped talking.

After a brief silence, he changed into a relieved tone and continued.

"...Ten thousand steps back, even if you don't find it, you don't have to feel guilty about it."

"Your genes, your blood, your bones, your culture, and your language, everything is proof of our existence. You carry all of us, even if the great holy land is finally swept away in this battle Falling from the catastrophe of the universe, we will not waste this life in the long years."

"The Holy Land fell? How is that possible! That natural disaster... did you see something? No... I shouldn't ask this question."

Muttering to himself, Nuva suddenly raised his head, put his right fist lightly on his left chest, looked firmly at the old man in front of him, and promised, "I will definitely reach the center of this galaxy ! Find a way to resolve the crisis!"

Hearing this oath, the old man just smiled softly.

"Don't be so confident. This is a journey of hundreds of thousands of light years. It's not just a threat from the universe itself. You may meet many travelers who are also inspired by the spirit of the universe. Some of them are far stronger than us. Or, and not all travelers have good intentions, it is not easy to survive."

"However, I trust you."

Kindness was written in that muddy pupil.

As if looking at his own child, the old man looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to remember this last side forever.

It was the same for Nuwa, the two just looked at each other, letting the wind on the prairie blow gently, playing this farewell prelude.

This trip, I don't know how many years it will take to reach the end.

And even if they reach the end point, there must be no chance to come back here again.

Silently accepting the influence of the farewell atmosphere, Lu Zhou did not bring it into the plot.

Therefore, at this moment, his attention has been completely taken away by the prophecy about natural disasters.

However, when Lu Zhou was thinking hard about the clues about natural disasters, he suddenly found that the muddy pupils had become sharper since then.

That sharpness is not easy to detect, but its existence is so conspicuous and full of contradictions.

Like a sharp knife, it pierced deep into the bone marrow.

I'm a little confused about the change in the plot.

Just when Lu Zhou was thinking about why the old man suddenly looked at the "God's Chosen One" with sharp eyes, a strange feeling suddenly climbed up his scalp.

It is difficult to describe exactly what this feeling is and where it comes from.

Once again, I met the old man's gaze, and when Lu Zhou was trying to read some clues from his eyes, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind, causing him to react abruptly.

that old man...

What you look at is "yourself"!