Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

"She... is good, she... can become the mother of the new world..."

"Shut up. I'm not handing her over to you emotionless creatures!"

As if her bottom line had been touched, Cocolia growled in disgust.

"..."

The sound of the star core stopped there.

It was not until a long time later that Cocolia finally resumed her disguise as the Great Guardian.

The first order she gave was for Bronya to return to Krippenburg.

As for the Iron Guards who might face attacks from monsters on the front lines, or the people caught up in the chaos in the city, these people were no longer on Cocolia's list of considerations.

But, it doesn't matter. Even if they die, they will enter the cradle of a new world——

This was her last mercy as the Great Guardian.

This is probably the fifth time that Dengzi has written a thank you note for a book being put on the shelves, and it probably won’t be the last.

My current creative philosophy remains the same: I want to write stories that I can engage with and are worth reading.

This is not an easy thing, especially when it comes to practical issues, people have to choose between their own preferences and market demand.

Therefore, the development of this article is the result of my fusion of the two.

I don't want to copy the main plot and write something boring and repetitive, but I also don't want to take too big a step at once.

In my opinion, Beloberg is a good starting point. It is not as short as the space station, nor as full of mysteries as the fairy ship.

Beloberg is such a good stage for the debut. Its settings are relatively detailed, and the content that was excessively omitted in the main storyline is a good direction.

After the stage was decided, I was also wondering what the protagonist should be like?

My initial idea was to be the protagonist of the Stellaris technology tree. For this purpose, I bought Stellaris to play, spent a lot of time reading the relevant settings, and finally chose to give up.

Because I have had this idea before, but the response was very bad, and I am not a person with a scientific research major, so it is inevitable that I will write this part in an obscure and boring way, which goes against my original intention and does not conform to the viewing habits of the mainstream group today.

After that, there was a long period of thinking and experimentation, and then my eyes unconsciously fell on Wendy.

Maybe some kind of illusory inspiration suddenly burst out. I think Wendy is very suitable for such a stage, even to the point that she can be directly put in.

Whether it is the concept of freedom, the power to blow away the wind and snow, or the seemingly unconventional but actually gentle expression of concern for everyone, they all fit the image of the "protagonist" in my mind.

More importantly, the story with him should be interesting——

That’s why it’s “Wendy” and not “someone else”.

...The girl is praying...

After talking about the development of this article, I would also like to talk about the current difficulties, or complaints?

If you are not interested in this aspect and don't want to be ruined, you can quit at your discretion.

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Well, thank you for continuing to watch.

Continuing with the above topic, the fundamental reason why the plot has been relatively dull recently is that -

I was in a very bad condition after surgery a few days ago, and the elderly person in my family was also admitted to the hospital due to illness, so I rushed her to the hospital for diagnosis. I stayed with her until after three in the morning, and only then did I go back to rest after my family came to take over.

It was already past four by the time I went to bed. After sleeping for about two hours, I was woken up to open the shop because it was the New Year holiday, so there were a lot of people there during those days.

This means that I have no time to write at all, and I have to force myself to write in my spare time.

The lack of rest time, the anxiety and worry, and the various minor ailments caused by staying up late have made me feel very uncomfortable recently.

Fortunately, the old man has been discharged from the hospital safely and has not suffered any induced illness. He can be considered to have survived the ordeal.

The New Year holiday is basically coming to an end, so I am gradually able to make time to continue writing.

The encouragement from my fellow book lovers was also one of the motivations for me to keep writing.

Because at that time, I really felt so tired that I wanted to give up.

My mind was filled with evasive thoughts like “it hasn’t been released on the shelves yet”, “even if it is released the performance will probably be average”, “it will just be the same as before, with only critical acclaim but no commercial success”.

But fortunately, I persevered in the end.

In the plot with Pera and her mother, I felt very emotional.

So, I hope this time I can do a little better than last time.

——Finally, the question about the reward.

Because the daily data is similar to the old book at that time, I applied the usual standards.

Accumulate 1000 recommendation votes, 100 monthly votes will add one more chapter, and the reward is 1 or 100 blades will add one more chapter.

Then if the first order gets 1,000 tomorrow, I will update more chapters. If there is not even 100 orders... then forget it. I will just keep writing to make ends meet. It has been a few months anyway.

Anyway, that’s basically it. Please give us your support!

See you tomorrow~(??????)??

Chapter 60: The Soldiers Are Silent (Seeking First Order)

"Tsk, didn't Wendy ever say she wanted to make such a big scene?"

Xier, who was standing on a high building, was also filled with shock after witnessing the crazy scene, and even worried that she had gone too far.

Although it was satisfying to see the people in the upper class fleeing in panic, but... it wasn't satisfying at all.

Even though she had always believed that everyone living in the upper class area was arrogant and indifferent.

They were a group of guys who could stand by and watch the suffering of their compatriots indifferently, but when she grew up, she learned from her leader that all the faults should be blamed on the Great Guardian.

The witch who sits on the guardian's seat but deceives everyone and tarnishes the will of protection is the one she should hate the most.

Since then, although she still has prejudices, she has been able to suppress this dissatisfaction and not let it interfere with her own judgment.

Especially after meeting Wendy and the eldest lady, the grudge in my heart was invisibly melted away a lot.

Therefore, when she saw these people fleeing in a panic under the protection of the Iron Guards, she surprisingly felt a feeling she had never experienced before.

They are no different from us.

The lower areas also have weak people who need protection, and the earth fire that provides protection.

The Silver Mane Iron Guards did not fail in their duties. They were trying their best to protect everyone and not let them fall behind. None of them looked strong or had three heads and six arms. They were just like them.

She looked at the gray fortress in the afternoon light. It was like an old man who was about to die. Every sigh it exhaled took away a trace of its remaining warmth.

“…That’s where the error originated.”

If it were my old self, I would definitely want to sneak over and behead the witch.

But, it’s not enough——

Doing so would only ruin Wendy and the Boss's plans.

Therefore, let her stay on the throne for a while longer before that.

Xier withdrew her cold gaze and turned her attention to the huge hole in the sky, which was constantly pouring wind and snow from the outside into the city.

The sudden downpour of snow and wind quickly dyed part of the city's residential area with snow, and the whistling cold wind continued to take away the heat in the air, until Xier also felt a hint of chill.

But for other ordinary people, this is a sign of the coming snowstorm.

People who have been sheltered for so long have long forgotten what the outside world is like with all its ice and snow.

Likewise, they are unaware that in the sunless lower regions, such low temperatures are just the most insignificant backdrop to their daily lives.

More importantly, such a dense concentration of crystal elements is bound to activate the rift realm and even stimulate the formation of new rift realms.

The former means that the monsters will quickly rush out and gather, launching another round of group charge.

And the latter...that is a sign that another area of ​​human activity is about to fall.

Whichever it was, it meant she had to act.

Xier exhaled softly and watched the warmth dissipate into nothingness.

Then, he raised his sickle and leaped down—

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Outer city.

A team of guards patrolling here were moving hurriedly, either knocking on doors or quickly dispersing passers-by.

One of the experienced sergeants kept giving orders and commands.

"Hurry, get the children out of here! This place is uninhabitable, hurry up!"

The team members who followed his orders also increased the intensity of knocking on the door, trying their best to check whether there were any remaining personnel who had not evacuated.

This is the outer city area that is about to be abandoned. Not only are the living conditions poor, but there is also the possibility that rift monsters may wander here at any time.

Only orphans who have lost their homes, cannot provide proof of their property, or whose parents have both passed away will live here.

Only one or two Silver Mane Iron Guard teams would patrol this area every day, and the other team had simply given up their patrol mission due to this sudden change, and returned to the inner city to join up with other teams.

They were the only ones left in the entire block still carrying out rescue work, but even so, with such limited manpower, it was still an extremely difficult task to check every household one by one.

What’s even more terrible is——

The sergeant looked at the big hole above his head. The strange blood light emanating from the center made his bad premonition even stronger.

After the monster destroyed the protective barrier, the wind and snow poured a lot of frost crystal creatures into the hole, but they had no way to pass through the turbulent airflow throughout the hole.

This was the residual energy left after the dragon's attack, enough to crush any monster that tried to pass through the wind wall into the most basic elemental particles.

But the crystalline elements left behind after their death will become beacons and seeds for the birth of new creations.

And when the aura of the rift here is much higher than the average level, the new rift will take root, sprout and bloom here.

As far as human vision could capture, he could only see that the space around the hole was covered with scars, and the blood light in the center was constantly wriggling as if breathing.

Like a tumor that's blocking the barrier and repairing itself...

If people cannot eradicate that cancer, it will definitely lead to even more terrible disasters.

And when that day comes, perhaps Beloberg will really face destruction.

The sergeant's serious face beneath his helmet held a hint of bitterness.

However, despite feeling depressed and lost, and fearing future changes, what he wanted to do remained unchanged.

He wanted to try his best to rescue as many people as possible. As long as they could evacuate to the nearest shelter in the inner city, there would at least be a chance of survival.

Otherwise, those here will sooner or later face attacks from the Boundary Monsters.

He kept moving towards one old or dilapidated house after another, banging on the doors to tell the people inside that it was time to evacuate.

Some people responded to the houses in the front row, but he hesitated and chose to skip the dilapidated buildings in the back that showed no signs of habitation.

However, just when he was sure that no one was inside a house, a faint sound came from it.

The sergeant subconsciously stopped and returned to the other side at a faster speed, lowering his head to listen.

It was not until the sound, which was so weak that it was almost inaudible and would have been missed if he had not stopped in time, was heard again that he confirmed that there was indeed someone alive inside.

But for some reason, the door was covered with dust and was locked from the inside.

While telling the people inside to move aside, he pushed the door open with force, and the room was filled with a sour and rotten smell.

The house was not big, with only a living room and one room. A skinny child was squatting near the door with a broken bowl in his hand.