Son of the Tower

Chapter 305 The new future
As the leader of the faction, Liu Junbao's death also represents the end of the conflict, which is a good thing for many people, and it means that he will not face the ending of his sudden death in the middle of the night.

Of course, Mars doesn't want more people to shed blood because of this—for revenge, Mars doesn't mind his enemies shedding blood, but for the sake of this land, Mars doesn't want people who are equally loyal to The people of this land shed their blood for it.

Whether it is human or omnic, they are trying their best to make this land have a better tomorrow.

The child Liu Mingren is not very good at words, maybe because of the elder's death, or because he came to such a strange place, Mars can only try his best to take him to meet the children.

Regarding his identity, Gaota did not announce it, but some children recognized him, which made Liu Mingren's life difficult, but Mars saw it, and this child never refuted anything because of it.

Mars can only let this child play with the deformed children - everyone is the object of discrimination, licking each other's wounds... Seems just right.

With this in mind, summer went to autumn, the reconstruction of the high tower was completed, the sewers in New Hangzhou were almost treated, and the apprentices gradually came out of the shadow of pain and misery.

The anger and hatred in the past gradually became the words in the diary, and Mars felt a little absurd—you see, Mars definitely wanted everyone to forget the hatred, but when the names on the wall gradually became just names, Mars Si sometimes suffers from insomnia, and then stands in front of the monuments.

"I heard Madam Celine tell you about your situation." The mentor stood beside Mars again.

"Teacher, I made you laugh." Mars sat on the lawn, looking at the monuments in front of him. The names engraved on these monuments are the names of the first batch of high tower children. Most of them died in battle in their green years. , leaving the best days in a pool of blood.

Mars did not know them, and they themselves had become part of history.

"Mars, do you think it's better to let go of the hatred, or remember it forever." The mentor also sat down, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and two small cups were lifted by spiritual energy.

He poured wine into his glass and waited for Mars' answer.

"I think we can unite by letting go of our hatred. There is no irreconcilable conflict between us and them like the Four Islands and Northernism... But I also feel that if everyone forgets, then these names Who else will remember?"

"I remember, I remember each of them, every sacrifice, every death, the smiles and sorrows behind every name." After the instructor finished speaking, he took a sip from his wine glass: "But I also understand, They will eventually become a part of history, and no one will remember them except me, because everyone in their time has become history..."

Mars took another small cup, took a sip, and listened attentively.

"I have a friend who said that time is made up of living people, and history is made up of dead people. Time will be late, because living people are short-lived and mortal, so the more people die, the more people will pile up. History, but as long as one person is still alive, history is not history, because there are still people who witnessed that era with their own eyes, and he bears the joys, sorrows and joys of all people, and I found that that person is me." Speaking of this, the instructor has a smile on his face. A trace of loneliness: "Everyone says that eternal life is the most beautiful memory. He is wrong. Immortal life is more about the memory of the past. Every era is still alive because of my existence. I remember the old days of this land. The appearance in the Era, I remember that the star track rotates with the revolution in the orbit, I remember that the fools in North America attracted the Chaos Legion, I remember the beginning of the Great Destruction, I remember many, many people, from birth to death, from nothing to nothing. Return to dust...everyone fights to the death to continue in this land."

The instructor looked at Mars: "Child, you should be happy, and they will be happy too. Too many people died for this era, and I have never even seen most of them... But I believe , if they know there is such a future, they will be very happy."

Mars lowered his head, sighed, and finally drank the wine in his hand: "Thank you for explaining me, mentor."

"We were born in this era, everyone has his own views on the future, some people can't see the future of omnics, some people like me think that omnics are indispensable, we are all striving for a better era , we will fight and bleed for it, but as long as what we do is worthy of this land...is that right?" Mars looked at his mentor.

He smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are all worthy of this land. It is his wish and the ultimate goal of the tower to feed the children." The instructor looked at Mars when he said this. Poured a glass of new wine for Mars: "When you are 19 years old, as an adult, you must serve abroad. I will give you three choices, the North, Middle Earth, and the New World. What do you think?"

"What do you think?" Of course, Mars knew that the Transcendents in southern Thailand would be dispatched to various theaters in southern Thailand as combat power after they reached adulthood.

The northern border is the northern defense line. Here, the battle group with the white bear as the backbone is slowly purifying the northern black area.

Middle Earth refers to the relay point of the Westland and Eastland routes—going west from the west of southern Thailand, it is full of mountains and all kinds of alien spirits. In the current tide of psionic energy, it is possible to maintain the defense line of the southern Thai military. A lot of energy has been expended. In the Westland, the Westland United Army has even lost several outposts.

The New World——This place is a very troublesome place. Southern Tai has a large colony in the Xinjinshan area. Similarly, the elves of Dawn Island and the Free Territory of Fort Carter also have a large territory on the east coast.

In the rest of the place, all kinds of "natives" of the New World grew wildly on the vast land. The tower was once responsible for collecting information here. A class of existence has become commonplace.

"I personally suggest that you don't choose the New World, you will definitely not like the atmosphere there."

With the mentor's words, Mars put his choice on the two choices of Middle Earth and the North.

In the end, Mars chose the North.

"The northern border is more suitable for me. Although it is colder there, it is better than the average daily temperature of 37 degrees in Middle Earth." Mars said: "And there are many ruins and old subway systems in the dark area of ​​the northern border. Said that there are several archeology professors leading the team there, I...I want to learn about our past."

"It's a good thing. I agreed. I'll make a report for you next year. As for the professor who leads the team, I'll help you find someone who can definitely satisfy your archaeological curiosity."

With these words from the mentor, Mars drank the wine in the glass, then got up and helped his mentor to stand up.

When walking down the steps, Mars took another look at the monuments behind him.

Mentors are not alone, and I remember every name and smile that represented them.

……Good night.

(End of this chapter)