I, on the Starry Sky Railway, change everything

That was indiscriminate and ultimate destruction.

Run, run to the safe zone marked by the defense project, and then pray that the Interplanetary Peace Corporation, which maintains contact with the space station, will discover the changes and send reinforcements as soon as possible.

At this moment, there was no difference between the senior management and ordinary staff members in various departments. They were all weaklings under the clutches of the legion. They began to flee, disregarding the projects at hand or the other intellectual achievements that were brewing.

"Hua Yi, what are you doing here? Don't just stand there! That's the antimatter legion, one of the most dangerous threats in the universe. The antigravity shield erected by the space station won't hold them off for long. Run! Run to the safe zone!!"

Gu En, the founder of the Forensic Science Institute, grabbed Hua Yi's hand and dragged him toward the safe zone.

The crucible of war forged the legion's soldiers, bestowing upon them destructive power; antimatter replenished their remains, and negative particles vibrated within their bodies.

The laws of physics cannot restrain the antimatter legion, and the sturdy outer walls of the space station are no match for its destructive advance. They can use [baryons] and [antibaryons] to forge new paths and bypass the space station's outer defenses directly.

It's too late, it might be too late!

The old man on the space station instantly calculated that he might not be able to get Hua Yi into the safe zone in time, and he couldn't gamble.

What matters is not their own life or death, but Hua Yi's safety. The Black Tower Space Station cannot accept the fact that such a brilliant star has fallen in the Legion's attack.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time to hesitate.

The old man made up his mind.

"I've had enough of living anyway. Using the hidden weapon control console nearby can buy you some time."

boom! !

Virtual soldiers have already bypassed the outer wall of the space station via baryonic teleportation, and defense personnel are operating sniper weapons to unleash a barrage of fire on the monsters in the air.

"I'm not the one who needs protection; I want to protect you all."

Faced with the old man who was trying to buy himself time with his life, Hua Yi squeezed the thin, dry hand tightly, then let go before the old man could react.

"The Department of Law and Politics still needs your leadership. No one should be sacrificed—I promise you, what will be destroyed today will not be wisdom and civilization."

The imaginary number acts as an oar, stirring up waves on the path of [memory]. Snowflakes and frost rush and swirl around, and a deep vortex appears out of thin air in front of Hua Yi.

He raised his hand, reached into the spiral, and pulled out from his memories the flawless crimson greatsword, which was infinitely more refined than the simulated data between the realms of ignorance!

Chapter 54 Drawing the Sword

The crimson blade emitted a blazing light, and its resonant sound was like a lament.

Hua Yi held the sword in his right hand and stroked the blade, which was formed from imaginary energy, with his left hand.

He hadn't forgotten the changes that occurred during the test of the simulated universe. Even though he was now outside the path of [memory], stirring up the long river with imaginary numbers as oars, if he stirred up too many waves, he might attract the attention of the Star God.

According to the universally recognized power system, it seems that only two options remain now.

Alternatively, one could become a ferryman on a path already understood, where the protective flames from the swing of Kripper's hammer or the memory ice that froze space and time together when Fuli appeared would be enough to stop the advance of the antimatter legion and bring them to a halt.

The price is that this way of using fate, which violates axioms, has the potential to attract the gaze of the Star God, a gaze that is not just a "glance".

Alternatively, they could escape the Legion's attack and retreat to the safe zone protected by the Black Tower Dolls. Even with countless enemies, the superior weapons and defenses there would be enough to hold out until the Interstellar Peace Corporation responded and sent reinforcements. The Star Train was also an expected savior, and the story was destined to turn a new page.

The cost was the lives of many innocent people on the space station.

When disaster strikes, lives will always be lost. In the face of the strong who treat human life as worthless, the weak are inherently fragile and can only helplessly flee, praying that they can escape their fate of annihilation under the shadow of destruction.

Unless, from the very beginning, someone steps forward to turn the tide and reverse the inevitable tragedy.

From the moment Hua Yi left the Black Tower office, he had already made his choice.

He is a ferryman on the path of fate, determined to go to the uncertain battlefield for the sake of the weak.

The antimatter legion exemplifies what [destruction] truly means. Compared to the fleeting brilliance of the simulated star gods, the illusory soldiers are insignificant, yet their very existence provides a more reliable example for reference.

I don't need to pursue deeper levels of power; I can still annihilate the enemy.

Flames rose from the greatsword, burning fiercely and illuminating the cloudy old eyes of Gunn, the founder of the Law and Politics Department.

This is not the flame of [Preservation], but the raging flame of [Destruction], perfectly echoing the true name of the greatsword.

Flames of destruction soared into the sky, controlled by an entity outside the antimatter legion, and slashed towards the illusory soldiers in the air who had used baryons to invade the space station first.

Space distorted under the firelight, and new light appeared in the pitch-black curtain that obscured the starlight.

This sword strike was so dazzling, like the sun under the shadow of the antimatter legion. The roaring artillery fire of the defense department fell silent. The fugitives' eyes were drawn to it, staring intently at the flames that were filled with the intent of destruction, yet were aimed directly at the monster that brought about the destruction.

It turns out that destruction can also bring hope.

The vanguard of the legion that stormed into the space station slowly advanced under artillery fire, and the defense staff were terrified. However, this terrifying monster could not withstand the destructive power of the slash.

They were cut in half and vanished.

In the face of pure destruction, the antimatter and negative particles that constituted the illusory soldier's body also vanished into thin air, failing to create even a moment's stalemate.

It turns out that destruction can be so beautiful.

The sword's power remained undiminished; instead of striking the space station's protective outer wall and helping the antimatter legion open the physical door, it pressed down on the baryon pathway, destroying everything in its path, and finally bursting out from the antibaryon end, igniting a flame in the dark darkness.

Once, in a world on the verge of collapse, wandering on a shattered planet, as the vicious legions greedily devoured the chaotic energy overflowing from the decaying process, did you ever think that one day you too would become the target of [Destruction]?

They know now.

Countless intelligent beings wept under the Legion's claws, lamenting the withering lives and collapsing civilizations. But when the monsters ignited by flames roared, and the humanoid phantoms murmured wildly before the sword light, the rest of the Legion's inferior demons chose to retreat, never offering a moment's mourning for their fallen comrades.

These vicious creatures would never have the concept of comrades.

The flames and sword light destroyed the baryonic passage and slaughtered countless phantom soldiers, but the legion did not retreat.

The Destroyers stand in stark opposition to civilization and life, vowing to erase this museum-like interstellar ship from history.

"Senior Gunn."

Hua Yi, wielding a crimson greatsword, swiftly annihilated the vanguard of the enemy soldiers with a single sword strike. His tone remained calm and reassuring, yet it contained something different within it.

Yes, he was no longer a clerk seeking truth and questioning the mysterious, but a warrior drawing his sword to fight against the tide and eliminate the invading enemy.

A hero capable of shouldering the fate of many.

"Please proceed to the safe zone. Don't rush, be careful not to fall. I will give you enough time."

Snowflakes of [Memory] drifted down behind Hua Yi, condensing into a pair of wings that were not as imposing as the Crimson Greatsword.

Subtle yet profound, the pastoral melody is timeless, as if telling a story, as if singing of a world.

A gentle breeze stirred his hair and filled his entire body.

Gu En's cloudy eyes could not capture the speed at which Hua Yi left; only the lingering afterimage of his vision gradually dissipated.

The old man's eyes glistened with tears, not from the scorching fire that had burned his aged eyes, but from the joy and trembling he felt at witnessing the scene from his dream.

I still cannot stop the strong who treat human life like dirt, nor can I save the weak who perish in the wind.

But some people can!

This time, the old man didn't want to die, because Hua Yi had saved his life, and how could there be a discordant melody in the epic written by heroes?

Without further hesitation, he ran towards the safe zone.

Many people appeared on the road: department heads, renowned experts, and ordinary staff members. All positions and ranks, wisdom and achievements were no longer important. They became the vulnerable in the disaster, but also the ones being protected.

The fear on their faces had not faded, and the tear stains were still prominent, but the previous desperate cries and helpless sobs were gone.

Before and after, it was nothing more than a devastating slash, a dazzling flash of fire.

When an elderly person was too weak to walk, a young man carried him on his back. When a young girl twisted her ankle, a girl who was also terrified helped her to leave, even though it slowed them down.

In the starry sky, the antimatter army still looms large, constantly attacking the protective netting and destroying the isolation walls, but a fragile yet precious peace is maintained inside the space station.

Despite the devastating force of war, order has not yet collapsed, and the flame of civilization has not yet been extinguished.

Chapter 55 The Flames That Burned Down the Divine Court

Thump, thump! Thump!

On the path near the space station's protective wall, the trampling hooves crushed the partition wall on the outside, creating a series of ear-piercing explosions. The elite half-human, half-beast soldiers unleashed their immense power, and each attack caused a regional earthquake, making the cadets who were trying to escape to the safe zone through this only route tremble with fear.

That partition wall was made of superalloy material. It was designed with unexpected disasters in mind from the very beginning and required a lot of manpower and resources. The materials science knowledge involved was so advanced that even a Level III staff member would find it difficult to understand.

However, this wall, which was undoubtedly a product of ingenuity, could not truly stop the attack of the pawns. It wailed under the iron hooves and changed shape. Anyone could see that it was only a matter of time before the partition wall was violently breached.

Is this all that humanity has achieved through the most ingenious research and development?

Only by truly delving into the unknown to seek truth, and by diligently exploring the sea of ​​knowledge, can one understand how difficult it is to knock on the door of knowledge.

How many researchers who painstakingly seek the truth can reach the door of truth, and how many can actually push the door open and enter?

Even in the Black Tower space station, less than one in ten survived.

Countless ordinary people, who could only watch from afar and could not get close to the door, cast envious glances countless times. But now, the crystallization of wisdom has been ruthlessly ravaged by the antimatter legion. All they can do is stall for time. The fleeing staff numbly drive their legs, their eyes filled with deep confusion.

Can the knowledge I possess truly be called wisdom?

Can knowledge truly withstand destruction?

With the baryons and antibaryons in the two small ion traps used by the antimatter legion for transportation already emptied, a burst of flame suddenly scorched the space station, slaying the Void Soldier Tramplers who were recklessly unleashing their power.

A gentle breeze stirred the hair of the helpless, and Hua Yi appeared before the clerk. He glanced at the distorted partition wall and then at the people with utterly empty eyes.

It wasn't the threat to life that caused the collapse of rationality, but rather the realization that the cause they had dedicated themselves to seemed utterly vulnerable in the face of the inferior demons, which plunged them into self-doubt.

He knew that many geniuses from other planets entered the space station with boundless aspirations, only to find that their talents were not outstanding here, just ordinary among the majority. They struggled between the gap between ideals and reality, trying their best to absorb profound and difficult new knowledge, and making great difficulty, stumbling along the path of seeking knowledge.

Seeing that the intellectual achievements of scholars who are further ahead still cannot truly stop the invasion of the antimatter army, those who seek knowledge later will naturally suffer torment, even more painful than having their lives taken away directly.

A destiny distinct from [knowledge] and [destruction] looms ahead, proclaiming the inevitable fate of all things returning to nothingness.

A brand new destiny seemed to be within reach, but Hua Yi ignored it, patted the shoulder of the clerk closest to him, and looked at him and the lost lambs behind him.

"Listen to me, inhale, exhale—let your breathing settle down."

“…Huh, huh.”

"The original design of the partition wall was not to completely block all disasters. It has exceeded its mission. Human beings have slowed down the pace of destruction by using various materials with their ingenuity. This is something to be proud of."

"Lord Hua Yi, I...I..."

"The ancient sages could not have imagined that one day they would be able to embrace the starry sky, and the scholars before today could not obtain detailed data on the antimatter legion. Scientific research is a process of understanding and creation. There is no need to feel confused about falling down, especially since you have not fallen yet, have you?"

Our resilience is not due to our own strength; we are undoubtedly the weak, but we are protected by the strong, by you.

Although both sides were young people of similar age, the staff members felt awe and admiration for Hua Yi, who had previously been a prominent figure on the space station and had now stepped forward to face the destructive force during the disaster.

How tall is it?

Very, very high.

Damn it, damn it! I can't afford to be confused any longer. The hero is already in great danger fighting the antimatter legion with his sword. How can I let him be distracted by such trivial matters?

The ordinary clerks forcefully wiped away their tears, their hearts no longer filled with hesitation and helplessness. If they hadn't known their lack of combat skills and inability to offer much help, they would have been willing to charge into battle alongside the heroes who illuminated the darkness against the antimatter legion, even unto death...

"Please return safely, Lord Hua Yi."

"I will."

Hua Yi's figure disappeared again, and blazing flames continued to erupt in the antimatter legion, blasting away the illusory soldiers and ion traps that had been teleported from the unknown land of annihilation.

His understanding of [Destruction] was deepening. The oars formed from imaginary numbers stirred up the path of fate, but did not create any earth-shattering waves. However, the flames wrapped around the crimson greatsword burned more and more fiercely, and the true meaning of destruction contained within them was even more intense than that of the Legion.

Imaginary energy is manipulated magically by those who have not yet embarked on their destiny path. Without relying on baryons and antibaryons, it forcibly induces ion reactions and creates a spatial channel. One end is located in front of Hua Yi, swallowing the sword light he swung, while the other end appears outside the space station, where the antimatter legion gathers.

An invisible sword shattered the illusory army formation, scorching flames ignited the dark armor, and the pitch-black curtain surrounding the space station was violently torn open in countless places, allowing the starlight of the space station to once again shine down, reflecting dreamlike colors in the space distorted by the high heat.

Destruction was annihilating destruction itself, and the absurd scene captivated every witness.

The raging flames, seemingly threatening to consume the divine realm, were so beautiful that they surpassed any masterpiece of art or treasure of civilization they had ever seen. 4.3

Researchers, no longer needing to dedicate themselves to research, flew like moths to a flame, fighting against the demonic army that obscured the starlight, becoming a poignant beacon of humanity in the apocalypse. Now, it is the legion itself that is stepping into the flames of catastrophe, and countless phantom soldiers are annihilated. If it weren't for the constant intergalactic reinforcements being transmitted, the space station's crisis would have been resolved long ago.

"All staff members of the Defense Section, leave the front line immediately and enter the safety zone. I am Hua Yi. I do not want anyone to be sacrificed. Listen, all sacrifices are unnecessary. Evacuate immediately."

He overstepped his authority by issuing orders to the defense section via the space station's internal local area network.

"Yes!"

A response came through the headset; no one questioned Hua Yi's qualifications for wartime command. At this moment, no one held more authority than him.

Chapter 56 The Forgotten