Terra's Magnetic Field

Kal'tsit: I decided to drive a jeep into the city to subdue Tallulah

fafa0: But Tallulah is too strong. Her fire makes it difficult for ordinary people to get close to her.

Kal'tsit: Tallulah is indeed very strong, but she is not as strong as the affection between family members. To me, Rhodes Island is a big family, and all operators are "family" (chanting)

Later, Kal'tsit drove a jeep and knocked Tallulah away. The crisis was resolved, and everyone gathered together for a barbecue party. The ending song "See You Again" was played, and the show ended...

Amiya: It seems like there is nothing for me to do, but the barbecue is indeed delicious...

Volume 112: Chapter Answers to Chapter Questions

"Are we going to keep watching?" The Lateran youth sat down next to the meditating old man and called him, "Elder."

This group of Lateran pilgrims had been in the desert for a whole night. Last night they held a grand banquet with singing and dancing to celebrate the miracle. If they continued to consume their water and dry food at this rate, there would be no guarantee that they could get out of the desert.

"Are you bored?" the old man asked the young man beside him. The young man replied naively, "No... It's not like that... I just think it's not a good idea to stay here forever. The water and dry food will run out one day..."

"If you think our pilgrimage is just a waste of time, then leave. I will give you water and food before you leave, but whether you can get out of this desert depends on you." The old man still closed his eyes. His hearing reached its peak at this moment. He could even feel the wind blowing in the nearby sand. The halo above his head was also flickering in the early night.

"After all, you are different from those pagans of other races. You are a pure-blooded Sakota. We Sakota are always generous to our compatriots," the old man repeated what he had said countless times.

"You say that again..." the young man sighed.

"Is there something wrong? Do you think I'm wrong?"

"No... I just think we can share some of our generosity to other races, just like what happened to the two pagans before. If we had given them some water and dry food, they might have left. There's no need to fight to the death..."

"My child..." the old man sighed, "You are still too young. You haven't experienced much hardship, and you don't understand that other races are just as indifferent to us. This land is generous to others at a great cost. Compared to some races that fight among themselves every day, we, the Sakota, are unconditionally kind to our own people.

That’s all…”

"Are you going to be a martyr?" the old man asked him.

"Martyr?" the young man was puzzled.

"Yes... a martyr, a firewood bearer who burns himself to warm others. It sounds noble, but it is a road destined to be lonely, full of confusion, and not understood by others... Do you want to be that kind of person? Andorn..." The old man called the young man's name.

The young man named "Andoin" was born in a small village in Iberia. When a group of Sakotas on their pilgrimage to Lateran passed by the village, he joined their team out of his longing for the holy city. But as he visited more and more places, he began to doubt what he longed for.

"Does the perfect utopia that others talk about exist?" This question gradually occupied his mind.

If the Lord is really as omnipotent as people say, then why doesn't she spread this beauty to every corner of the earth, so that everyone can live in utopia? If the Lord is really kind, then why does she allow natural disasters to wreak havoc on the world?

These questions don't make sense logically. Perhaps the perfect holy city is just wishful thinking of the Sakotas who left Lateran...

Andorn looked up at the huge guy floating above him again, "Is that guy really the angel of the Lord? If he really came for peace, why does he look so fierce? He is covered with all kinds of weapons, as if he was born for battle..."

"What if..." Andoin expressed his doubts, "What if the angel above our heads came to destroy us?"

"Then why doesn't he attack us?" the old man asked.

"Maybe he will only attack races other than the Sakota?"

"Isn't this great?" The old man raised his lips. "This further proves that we, the Sakota, are the race chosen by the Lord. The purpose of this angel's coming is to help us eliminate all disputes in the world. When only the Sakota are left on this land, there will be no more disputes, right? Then we can realize the utopia of all regions!"

"How could it be..." Andorn couldn't believe that the kind-looking old man in front of him said such words without changing his expression. Then he said sharply, "You mean there will be no problem if all races except the Sakota die?!" The halo above Andorn's head flickered irregularly, which showed that he was very emotional at the moment.

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The Sakotas beside him also sensed his inner fluctuations through empathy and looked over here. Their eyes showed the same indifference as when they looked at the two pagans before. This look at aliens made Antun shudder. It was the first time he felt the emotion called "hostility" from his own people. Could it be that even the Sakotas could not understand each other?

"Everyone calm down. It's normal for young people to have doubts," the old man waved his hand to comfort others. He was not angry at Antun's questioning but smiled with relief. "I really miss you... I once had the same idea as you. You know? I once went to Lateran as a representative of the Sakota tribe of Yan Country..."

"Have you been there?" Antoine was surprised. "Does Lateran meet your expectations? Is it really that perfect?"

"It's true... The utopian holy city really exists..." The old man's tightly closed eyes and eyebrows moved together, as if he was recalling the scene he had seen that year. He used his memory to restore what he saw at that time, "Both the houses and streets in Lateran are clean and tidy, and the buildings are painted a beautiful beige. People live in harmony in the streets and alleys, and there are dessert shops and shooting ranges everywhere. There is freedom and openness everywhere. There, as long as you apply in advance, you can blow up the pillars on the street or even the school..."

The old man shed two lines of tears as he spoke, and his feelings at this moment were broadcast to others with the help of empathy. Antun on the opposite side naturally also felt this indescribable emotion, as if the distant utopia was right in front of him.

This empathy further strengthened the determination of the Sakotas present to return home. They would give everything to return to Lateran!

"If that's the case, why do you want to go back to Yan Country?" The suspicious Antuan asked again, "Can't you just stay in Lateran? Communicating with the Lateran government should be able to solve the housing problem..."

"That would be too selfish," the old man answered him. "With my status at that time, I could certainly choose to settle in Lateran, but there are tens of thousands of Sakota brothers in Yan Country, and they can't settle in a foreign country as easily as I do. If I just stay in Lateran, it would undoubtedly be abandoning them. I can't do such a thing."

"After returning to Yan Country, I have been planning to lead the Sakota people back to Lateran. However, this is difficult to implement in Yan Country, which is famous for its red tape. The Yan Country's government agencies have been dragging their feet for decades before allowing me to lead people to leave. However, most of the Sakota people in Yan Country are afraid of hardship, so the only ones who responded to my call are the people you see..."

"We are all martyrs in a sense."

"You said before that you used to have the same idea as me. What changed you?" Andorn asked.

"You are really a curious child..." the old man sighed, "You are indeed very similar to me when I was young. I also liked to think about these tricky questions back then, just like you are asking me now. After arriving in the Lateran, I asked the Pope at the time. I asked him..."

"Since Lateran can turn his land into a utopia, why can't

"Why is it that the Lateran Church, which preaches salvation, limits its grace to the Sakota people?"

(Lao Mo: Do ​​you know why I want to march east?)

"Then..." The old man paused deliberately.

"And then?" Andorn pressed on.

"Then the Pope took me to the basement of the largest church in the Lateran, where all the answers to my questions were found. After seeing that place, all my doubts were solved. Since then, I have never doubted the Lateran again. I only want to bring more Sakota people back to the holy city."

"So what is underneath the church? What's the answer?"

"Young man, you need to see it yourself. It's not enough to just ask others to tell you the answer. If you can still hold your own opinion after seeing that thing, it means that my opinion is wrong," the old man said and patted Andorn on the shoulder.

While they were talking, a jeep came rushing towards them.

That’s all for today.

Postscript: If the Sakota and the Sarkaz are of the same origin, it is not surprising that they have a longer lifespan than other races. So Aneng, who has a certain amount of social experience, is at least 26 years old, but still looks young and tender. Just assume that Andorn, who met Lao Mo, is already in his 60s or 70s...

Fast forward to the basement of the Lateran Church where the Quantum 00 Gundam is parked...

Volume 116: Chapter Chapter Electric Current Drive

An off-road jeep rushed out from the sinking sand in front and soared into the air with the help of its potential energy. All the Sakotas present were attracted by the huge movement.

The jeep fell from a high altitude in full view of the crowd, tumbling on the sand like a stone skipping on water, and stopped moving after crashing five or six meters away from where the crowd gathered.

"What is that..."

"The people inside should be dead, right?"

"very scary……"

The Sakotas' thoughts were transmitted back and forth with the help of the empathy network, and then a dull collision sound interrupted their thinking, "Bang!", another extremely dull sound came from the jeep, and the entire front of the jeep was buried in the yellow sand.

"Yeah!!!" After a loud roar, the back door of the jeep was kicked off with a heavy blow, and a foot wearing military boots stretched out from the open trunk.

Then a dazed Liberian man was thrown out, followed by a lynx woman with short light green hair. The guy inside seemed to have thrown the lynx woman with more force, and the lynx woman rolled on the sand for several times before stopping. Finally, the guy who kicked the back door slowly crawled out.

"It's the pagan from before!" Someone recognized the man named Lupo who climbed out of the trunk of the jeep.

The guy's white hair was now stained with sand and blood, and looked dirty and messy. There were bloodstains at the corners of his mouth and nostrils. His clothes became tattered from the constant collisions and frictions, and he looked like a beggar on the street.

The white-haired Luper man ignored the gazes of the Sakotas and walked straight towards Galatron. As he walked, he roughly tore off his assassin's robe and threw the torn cloth away, revealing his black and gray off-shoulder vest and his well-trained body. The muscles and scars on his body were proof of his warrior status.

As he walked, bright red wolf-tooth marks appeared on his forehead and cheeks, and the marks slowly spread like blood on clothes.

Xiao Er's fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger. After the roller coaster-like ride just now, his heartbeat kept accelerating and his body seemed to have undergone some changes. Even he himself did not notice the red marks appearing on his forehead and cheeks.

The only thing he wanted to do at this moment was to beat up the guy who tried to stop him!

"What do you want to do! If you..." A Sakota rushed up to him and questioned him. Before the man could finish his words, he was kicked by the waiter and flew several meters away. He hit the stone wall and made a terrible sound like breaking bones.

The sight of the man's body tumbling in the air reminded the other Sakotas who were watching of football. The pain and fear of the man when he was kicked away also spread through the empathy network, overwhelming the Sakotas' previous anger and hatred.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to attack?" The waiter challenged, "If you are really that fearless, then just stand in front of me. Then I can kill you all before I get rid of that monster with nothing but appearance!" His aura made it difficult for the nearby Sakotas to approach him. The strong murderous intent seemed to tear them apart just by getting close!

In the eyes of the Sakotas, this Lupo man seemed to be dozens of meters tall, like a giant statue that was awe-inspiring without even being angry.

When the waiter saw that no one came to die, he said, "If you don't have the guts, get out of here! Go back to your Lord's arms like a little brat and cry for milk!"

Even after being insulted by the waiter, no one of the Sakotas dared to step forward to stop him. Perhaps it was the instinct of survival that made them temporarily block out their religious fanaticism and superstition about the Lord.

"Enough!"

A young man rushed out to block the waiter's way. Before the young man explained his purpose, the waiter grinned and laughed contemptuously. He praised the young man, "Finally, there is a man with some courage among the group of cowards, but..."

He reached his hands into his trouser pockets, and gathered strength again with his right leg that had kicked the person. The sand around his right leg began to roll as if that right leg had gathered invisible power. Several electric lights wrapped around his thigh, making a crackling sound of electricity.

"This is... electric current push! Has he really awakened..." Kal'tsit, who was also watching, muttered to herself. Her words caught the attention of Jack, who had just regained consciousness and asked, "Electric current push? What is that...? And what are the red patterns on his face?"

"The thing that appeared on his face is called the [War Mark]. It is a symbol of a chosen strong man. When a person's energy reaches a certain level, it will appear. It is a sign of becoming a giant. In the past, when the ancient giants transformed into human form, they all had similar patterns on their faces..."

"The electric current push is to rub the body's cells at high speed with the will, thereby generating electric current force, which is the prerequisite for the rotation of the magnetic field."

"I still don't understand..." Jack looked troubled, "Can't you explain it more clearly?"

"You don't need to understand, just watch," Kal'tsit returned to her previous indifferent attitude.

“I’ll say it again, kid. Get out of here!” The waiter stomped his right foot, and the impact caused the entire sand to roll and shake like the sea. Kal’tsit’s jeep was blown away by the sand waves…

“What are you going to do…?” Although the young man spoke hesitantly, he still had the courage to stand in front of the waiter. This alone made him much better than other Saktas.

"To do what I want to do...shoot down that false angel!" He glanced at Galatron above.

"Why?" the young man asked again. The waiter told him in an impatient tone, "It's just because I'm very irritated. The music made by the dragon is irritating to me, so I want to destroy it!"

"But maybe he is just, right? The dragon hasn't done anything yet..."

"If you think the dragon is righteous, then I am evil. It's that simple. Many things don't need so many appropriate explanations." The waiter tried to slow down his tone and asked the young man, "What's your name, kid?"

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"Antun..." the young man answered and then asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Is Xiao Er going to let him go? Because he is moved by Antun's courage?

Just as Antun was wondering, the waiter's right foot wrapped in lightning gave him a roundhouse kick, which was much more powerful than before! Antun, who was knocked away, also stuck tightly to the stone wall like a flattened fly, just like the man just now.

"I have to know the name of the person I killed, otherwise I won't know who it is if someone comes looking for revenge in the future," the waiter stamped his feet and yelled at the people around him, "Who else?"

No one responded. The waiter looked around and saw the Sakotas avoiding him. When he was sure that no one was blocking his way, he shouted, "Then get out of here!"

The bustling crowd began to disperse.

"Is he afraid of accidentally hurting other people when fighting Galatron? So he took such an extreme measure?" Kal'tsit asked Jack, and Jack only replied, "Who knows? Maybe he just feels unhappy and wants to find someone to beat up. Everything is allowed~"

That’s all for today.

Volume 120: Chapter Chapter Confrontation

"Finally gone," the waiter looked around and after making sure that all the Sakota had left, he turned his back to Kal'tsit and Jack and said, "You should also stay away. Something terrible is going to happen here."

As he spoke, he raised his right arm. The crystal on the wrist armor seemed to sense the surging fighting spirit in his heart and flashed continuously. The flickering light was accompanied by a sound like a heartbeat. The waiter understood that it was Lambda responding to his heart.

"I understand. You can't hold it back anymore, can you?" He muttered to himself to the crystal and put it to the corner of his mouth. When his arm suddenly brushed across the battle mark on his cheek, the crystal burst into brilliant fireworks.

Xiao Er raised his right arm high, and the crystal drew a striking arc of light in the air. Then a strong light gushed out of his body like a fountain. The rising beams of light grew upward like a tree and extended in all directions, eventually evolving into a huge cross more than fifty meters high.

"That's it!" Someone in the group of Sakotas walking away saw a huge beam of light rising from below Galatron's suspension. It was undoubtedly another miracle! The Sakotas who witnessed the light all looked at the sky from afar.

Although they cannot understand the principle behind it, they are willing to believe that there is some profound meaning behind it.

"It's really spectacular..." Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep, said with emotion. He used the rearview mirror to see a huge beam of light rising from behind. "After seeing this light, I began to believe in the existence of God."

"Gods don't exist," Kal'tsit said while holding the steering wheel. "There are only people with great power. Their unintentional actions are miracles in the eyes of mortals. Their love, hatred and grudges are compiled into myths and passed down from generation to generation."

"I have witnessed stars go out, I have seen diamond nova explosions and the aurora that appeared in the golden galaxy... but these memories will eventually fade away with time, just like the dead stars, all turned into bubbles, and like tears being drowned in the rain..."

"How pessimistic..." Jack said while staring at the rearview mirror, "I am a hedonist and don't care about what will happen in the future. Those are issues that future generations should think about. I just need to live in the present..."

"But for me, the future is the present, and I have to face it..."

"Then you are really pathetic. This will be a journey without an end..." Jack said this and then kept silent.

“No matter how bright the light is, it will go out one day. Do you know what the only eternal thing is?”

Kelsey asks herself and answers:

"It is a void of darkness, the empty universe itself. It is also the darkness rooted in the hearts of you, me and him, and everyone else. It is a black hole in the heart that can never be filled..." As Jack said this, he could clearly feel Kal'tsit's wrist trembling, and her trembling also acted on the steering wheel, making a "click~" shaking sound.

(Darkness's speech)

Kal'tsit glanced at the rearview mirror. She saw the silver and blue giant that appeared after the light of the cross faded away, and then she muttered to herself, "Will this be the beginning of a new myth? The ancient gods once again stand on this land for the insignificant people..."

"Tell me, Lambda... Why didn't you give up on humanity this time? Do you still believe in that tiny possibility? Even though humans have extinguished the light in their hearts time and time again..."