The Riddler Get Out of Terra

These small milky white translucent fragments are integrated into this blank soul the moment the soul touches them. As the excavation continues, bits and pieces of knowledge appear in the memory of the soul along with memories that do not match the preface and the follower.

inside:

There is a grassland atmosphere with green grass and a sky as blue as water. The fragments connecting this piece of memory do not record names, but they imprint the fresh air and the wind-swept grass with the sight of cattle and sheep, teaching the little soul the meaning of freedom.

There was a rainforest with dense leaves that covered the sky and the sun. It was raining at that time, and the large drops of rainwater were chopped into fine pieces by the dense leaves. In the black shadow, large beads and small beads crackled on the jade plate composed of shrubs. The dim light mixed with the smell of vegetation, and the silence seemed like the end of the world.

There is a wind passing through the traceless and desolate gravel desert. During the day, the scorching sun makes a sound, ruthlessly depriving the human body of the little moisture, causing the ignorant travelers to lose their lives silently. At night, the strong wind dances, and the temperature plummets to a hump. The animal fur could not keep warm, and the experienced old Aden had to huddle up and tremble.

……

There are many, many unconnected and unknown memories that continue to appear in front of the soul as the excavation process continues. To the little soul who knows nothing about it, each memory is magnificent, all-encompassing, beautiful and grand, and can take away people's lives. Cruelty and majestic grandeur call loudly, and the cold and cruel cruelty echoes with the beauty and fresh grace, leaving a distinct mark on the blank soul.

However, this alone is not enough!

There is a voice singing softly in the ear of the soul, asking her to continue digging and not to ignore the most important things because of these strange scenery.

But what is the most important thing?

Soul is a little puzzled.

The most important stuff is at the bottom, keep digging.

He replied in a clear voice.

Bottom...

Her soul was a little afraid of pain, but there was a sense of desolate emptiness coming from the bottom of her heart, like a wordless past secretly crying to her, like a song desperately chanted in the burning pain. The little soul's blank heart.

Then keep digging!

……

"Wow, I never thought you could find me!"

The bottom of the black gray is also a mess of gray marks, with only a shiny diamond-shaped transparent stone lying on the dark background, like an abandoned kitten, waiting hopelessly and hopefully for its owner to take him back.

But when he saw the girl who had gone all the way to pick him up, he meowed with pride, seeming to hint that he could live a good life as a film, but he also rubbed his legs next to the hostess's trousers and acted coquettishly for the first time in a long time. .

"You are……"

The little soul asked a little confused.

"I am a singer, and I have been waiting for you to pick me up!"

"But what's the difference between you and those fragments?"

"To me, you are just a little soul, just like millions of other souls. I don't need you, and you don't need me either.

To you, I am just a fragment, like millions of other fragments.But if you accept me, we will be indispensable to each other. To me, you are the only one in the world, and to you, I am the only one in the world. "

"don't know……"

"They are beautiful, but they are empty." The fragment said to the little soul, "No fragment can die for you.

An ordinary guest often thinks that I am the same as them, but I alone am more important than all of them, because I am watered by you, because I am protected by you at the bottom of your memory.

Because I was protected by you with all the fragments, because the fire around me was blocked by you, because I was protected by your resentment and self-promotion, silence and strength, happiness and friendship, because only I am you. of fragments. "

Small fragments dissolve into the depths of the soul everywhere, awakening this ignorant little soul from the inside out.

Chapter 44 A little illusion about the blue dot

"So you two idiots didn't even plan to stop it, so you just watched Molten Core fight for his life?"

When Shirte woke up from a deep and sweet sleep, retrieving her memory, a clear male voice scolded her in her ears.

?

What do you mean?

Ms. Sakaz, who had flaming hair and purple eyes, thought in confusion.

If it were a newborn with only the blank landscape left, he would probably open his eyes indifferently and regard the impatient scolding of the male voice as the source of boredom. He could only recall the traces left in his memory over and over again and understand. Only the local customs and customs recorded in the deepest part of the dream can be understood as an impatient statement.

But Miss Steer, who had regained some of the broken pieces, could understand the meaning of the male voice that became more and more familiar the more she listened to it, without having to rack her brain to think about the information contained in the words:

Presumably, it was not the ones who scolded her, but the other two somewhat incompetent people. They should have abandoned a person named "Melting Core", but they were severely scolded by a clear male voice.

Molten core?

Such a familiar name...

Miss Shirtle thought, racking her brains to search for records among the gifts remaining in the flames, but only found blanks that she knew nothing about.

Damn it, didn’t you say it belongs to me?Why can't you do such a small thing well?

Miss Shirtle complained about the fragment that was full of poetry and tenderness, a little contempt for the past that boasted great powers but could only serve as a translator and knowledge base.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Miss Shirter has such a premonition that the friendly and warm flame today does not seem so beautiful at first. It will laugh wildly and devour the past that Shirter cannot let go, and use these precious materials to stir up rage. Fierce flames

, both hurting the enemy and burning yourself.

Now, the same blazing flame is burning deep in Miss Shirter's body and soul. It is incredibly gentle. Even if it runs secretly, it will at most make her a little dry. She wants to eat some blue dots and make them happily one night. of sorbet.

Well, it should be sorbet, right?Shirter remembered that Blue Dot also used names such as "ice cream", "popsicle", "ice cream", "ice cream"... to describe the ice-sweet food.

Shirter couldn't help but snicker when he thought that Blue Dot secretly mixed blueberry sauce into his ice cream to add flavor, but was unable to freeze it into a nice square shape and only ended up with a lump of ice that looked different.

Later, the little blood devil figured it out and no longer added some delicious but difficult-to-make condiments to the ice cream. Instead, he secretly smashed the blueberries, a rare fruit in Kazdaele, into the paste, froze them together to maintain the taste, and finally distributed them to Everyone on the team.

To this day, she still remembers what blueberry-flavored popsicles taste like!

Although the guy at blue dot always talks about unrealistic fantasies, he can still make delicious food!

No, no, no, it can’t be said to be an unrealistic fantasy. Shirter still remembers the scene he saw when he was leaning on the stolen land vehicle alone. It was indeed no different from what the blue dot described, like thousands of suns. Rising from the ground, the extremely bright light can blind Sakaz's eyes even from a distance.

The thick air, indescribable heat, and brutal, apocalyptic mushroom cloud were a thousand times more tragic than his extremely exaggerated description.

It's a pity that he has now left the team to fly solo, otherwise he would have allowed Blue Dot to see a rare scene in his hometown!

But why should I part ways with Blue Dot?

Shirte thought in confusion.

After Blue Dot left, she was the only one left in the Blue Dot team. Why did she want to maintain the team in name only and not leave with Blue Dot?Wouldn't it be nice for two people to secretly save money and travel to Yan Country together?

Maybe you can go to the desert or coastal village in your memory to find romance. When you are tired from traveling, you can just find a place to build your own house. People in the scenery can easily build beautiful and spacious big houses!

I don’t think I know how to use the Source Stone skills they use...

Miss Shirt felt a little inferior when she thought that she could only call the flaming Levadin and could not build a house for the Blue Dot Team.

But she quickly cheered up again: Blue Dot definitely will!

When the time comes, we will build a big, beautiful house, paint it with hot red paint, and have an acre of small gardens and farmland, where two people can watch the sunset very late at night.

When he gets bored, he listens to Blue Dot telling stories he heard from his family elders before he was abandoned. When he gets excited, he continues to travel on Terra to confirm the fantasy, magnificent and dangerous scenery in his memory and the beautiful nature that Blue Dot talks about. Existence or not.

Just keep traveling together like this, and when you get tired, you will continue to build a big house. The two of you will take care of the flowers and plants collected during the trip. At night, you will point at the stars in the sky and guess which one is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the Blue Dot Parents' Tale - it turns out that over there in the Yan Kingdom There is also a magical record that praises love and finally reunites!

in case……

Miss Shirter, who was holding hands with the blue dot in her fantasy, was a little uncomfortable, but she still raised her head and told her fantasy to Shirter, who was lying on the soft cotton fabric and couldn't open her eyes at this moment:

If Blue Dot doesn't hate her, and the two of them have seen a lot of scenery and are a bit lonely, then she can have one, no, at least two cute little Sakaz with Blue Dot.

The boy should have the long ears of a blood demon, and his hair and eyes may be slightly changed due to the blue dot's mixture, but he will definitely be healthier and more colorful than an ordinary blood demon.

The girl should be like Miss Shirtle, with fiery red hair and purple pupils, a little proud and a little tsundere, and by the way, she should also have sharp long horns to protect herself!

Maybe there will be a third little one, who has the same fiery purple eyes as himself, but does not have the sharp long horns of his mother. Of course, the shape of his ears is also different from his father's, but they look very similar to the blue dots... …

What should we do at that time?

Fufu~ I must let Blue Dot find a way!

Maybe he would even make up the racial name "Chimera" to make the children happy!

Thinking of the steady and smart Blue Dot racking his brains to come up with a race that is not so strange and not so Yanguo to make the child happy, Miss Shirtle wants to laugh a little.

But I am older than the blue dot...will he accept it?

Miss Steer, who was thinking hard, suddenly began to worry about gains and losses again, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowned.

"Hey! The melting core's eyebrows moved!"

"?!"

Compared with the clear and clear male voice, the smoky voice and the hoarse whisper suddenly came to mind in Shirte's ears, interrupting the young man's voice that made the female warrior with flaming hair and purple eyes fall into wild thoughts - this voice sounded After a while, it becomes a bit hypnotic and can be used as a lullaby!

"Molten core? Molten core?"

The interrupted clear male voice stopped reprimanding her. Miss Shirter keenly heard him coming closer and calling the unknown name in her ear.

Does anyone know what the melting core is? !

My name is Shirter!

She thought bitterly and decided that if she didn't die and went to find Blue Dot this time, she would definitely let him wake her up by saying the same thing every morning!

"Melting core, melting

core? "

The male voice repeated. Judging from the sound of sleeves rubbing very close together, the owners of the two male voices being trained should also be walking over.

Damn it, I still need to teach you a lesson!

Miss Shirtle didn't like being surrounded by people like monkeys, so she immediately decided to give them some color. She tried her best to move her body muscles and tried to open her eyelids despite the increasingly heavy sleepiness.

The male voice who noticed her movements was pleasantly surprised and said encouragingly: "Rongxin, are you awake? It's me. I'm Blue Dot. I'm right next to you. Wake up quickly!"

Blue dot? !

That being said, it does look familiar...

But you kid is not interesting at all, you even called me by the wrong name!

Shirter finally opened his eyes and returned to the world of the living.

Chapter 45 Sleepless Night

When Miss Shirter struggled to overcome the overwhelming fatigue and sleepiness and opened her eyes, the unusually familiar sights around her made her speechless for a moment.

The slender lips that were eloquent in fantasy were as silent as a duck after hearing thunder - numb when faced with familiar yet unfamiliar sights.

This was indeed very familiar. When she opened Levadin without hesitation and tore apart everything in front of her with extraordinary ferocity, the surrounding scene was only slightly different from what she observed.

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, just barely different.

Still a tall tent with a bright dome, designers tried their best to expand the space that can be planned by a few pieces of fabric in order to stuff as many soldiers as possible like sardine cans.

Some small lamps that emit extremely bright light calmly scatter the brilliance of Terran civilization on the dome, like the sleepless moon in Shirter's memory of the night when he chatted with Blue Dot - compared to the stars scattered everywhere in the sky, its flaming hair and purple eyes The girl prefers that when two people can't sleep in the middle of the night, they can only watch the transparent moonlight as bright as water and as white as cool sand while chatting at the moon.

There is only the silent, cold moonlight and the few small lamps on the tent, but because of its reasonable layout and superior brightness, it makes the corners of the entire tent appear perfectly.

——Sunshine is more appropriate for Miss Steer's Levatin, not to mention that the "human sun" that exists in memory and whose mere aftermath makes the proud flame-haired lady lose her ability to resist is still shining brightly?

They are more like the shining cosmic objects than small lamps.

The surroundings were relatively empty, probably due to the marching factor. The only difference between the camp and the military room where the prisoners were detained was the thick bed and the soft and warm paint wallpaper on the corners of the fabric.

Other captive tents, such as desks and matching chairs, also have them. The only thing that can be called different is that the table in the new tent has pens and ink on it. These writing utensils are tied into two bundles with rubber bands and placed in different styles. On an ordinary cat-shaped pen holder.

Everything that remains is the same as the fragments of Miss Steer's memory, whether it is the material of the desk on either side of the cushions she is currently sleeping on or the coffee table with several stainless steel bowls filled with milk soup next to the cushions. They were all identical to the tent where she was being held.

Have I arrived at another prison camp?

She thought secretly, and glanced at the tent door on the other side of the bed and table, secretly considering the possibility of escaping - even if the door was guarded, it would be feasible to use Levatin to burn through the cloth and escape. She would try to escape from prison soon. The flexible fabric that has been proven to be fire-resistant and high-temperature resistant will turn into ashes and disappear in less than five seconds under the incineration effect of Levatin.

But doing so will definitely attract the black shadow that shattered Levadin's flames with just a few words, and then suppressed him with one hand - the thought of approaching him at a high speed that he couldn't see at all, whispering a few words, "I'm almost here" The twisted and blurred spell activated the spell to stun the target's black shadow, and Miss Steer had to extinguish this idea that still seemed quite tempting.

It would be great if the blue dot was here. He is also a speedster. At least he can tangle with the shadow that casually kills him for a few rounds, and then I activate Levatein to end the battle.

Shirter couldn't help but think of the blue dot again.

By the way, blue dot!

Only then did she realize that the blue dot was calling her, and she quickly looked up in the direction of the clear male voice.

Sure enough, it was very similar to the blue dot she imagined, but also had many differences:

She had seen what Blue Dot looked like when he was 11 years old. He was a thin and dirty little blood demon. His long black hair was full of debris because he didn't know how to clean it. His blue eyes were so light that they didn't look like the flames of war. Children born and raised on the swirling Kazdaele.

In the following three years, this dirty appearance has been maintained: bathing is not a common option for children wandering in the wilderness, and the girl with inflammation of the hair can now smell the phantom smell caused by the lack of hygiene in the past. .

In terms of the frequency of bathing, she and Blue Dot can be said to be hygienic. The education she received in the royal city also told Shirtelqin about the benefits of bathing. It is necessary to keep clean at all times on a dusty and bloody battlefield. Too harsh on two children under the age of 15.