death of hope

Bon Voyage,
The small carrier-based aircraft arrived at the coordinate planet, and when it passed through the atmosphere, Lynch was woken up.

The powerful antidepressant drugs took effect, and the headache disappeared. I didn't know how long I slept after this big sleep, and my spirit was greatly lifted.

Using his experience as a privateer, Papa landed in a clearing in the dense forest, covered it with an anti-reflection cloth, and picked up some branches and leaves as camouflage.

Lynch stepped out of the cabin, stretched, and began to take a deep breath,

Fresh, natural enjoyment.

This place is far from being an uninhabitable, barren place, as the Immigration Bureau claimed many years ago.

The air quality is very high, the green vegetation is lush, and birds and insects can be heard. It must have been spent by immigrants for many years to transform the local environment.

Lynch yawned: "Did you find a random place to land, or...?"

"Hush..." Papa put his fingers on his lips, motioning Lynch to lower his voice:
"Before entering the atmosphere, I scanned a number of heat accumulation areas. There should be intelligent creatures active on the surface, and there are near our landing point."

"Oh, that's it, I didn't hire the wrong person, it's really professional."

Lynch gave a thumbs up and looked around. The jungle environment reminded him of the battlefield hell he once fell into. He heard the sound of mine explosions, gunshots, and the screams of his comrades. PTSD broke out again.

He returned to the cabin and pulled out a brand new HK531 carbine from the canvas bag, which Uzuki Shimizu had helped get.

Open the folding stock, take out the extended magazine, knock it on the stone, then pull the trigger to load, close the safety, and hang it in front of you with a nylon lanyard.

"Okay...so handsome...but what are you doing with this?"

"Be prepared."

Lynch took out hand grenades and smoke grenades and hung them on the buckle of his tactical belt.

"You lied to me!" Papa's eyes widened, "You actually brought explosives onto my boat..."

Lynch pretended not to hear, whistled, pulled out a 105mm rocket launcher from the canvas bag, loaded it with an "Iron Fist" armor-piercing projectile with a tandem warhead, and carried it behind his back.

"It's... too... Are you here...to fight?"

"As I said, be prepared. It's not like you don't know how dangerous situations like this kind of wild planet without powerful institutions will encounter."

Papa thought for a while, then nodded: "Indeed, pirates like to camp and rest in this kind of place."

"Maybe, I can meet your fellow villagers here.

Papa obviously didn't like the joke, and frowned:

"You are a stereotype, not all Eldar are pirates."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Lynch wanted to change the subject:
"I've been a zou smuggler, and I've been out to hang around, so you're not prepared at all?"

Papa took out a small exquisitely crafted pistol from the leather case on his belt:
"Look, this is the self-defense weapon of the Phantom Pirate found in the carrier aircraft."

"It doesn't look like much, like a child's toy."

"Oh? Look again."

Papa pulled out the pistol magazine to check, it was not bullets, but a fuel cell pack. After confirming that the energy was sufficient, he loaded the magazine, adjusted the firing power, and pointed the red dot sight at a tree not far away.

As the slender finger pulled the trigger, the scorching energy beam hit the center of the tree trunk, starting to burn.

When Papa put away his weapon, the middle part of the tree was scorched. Lynch walked over and pushed it gently, and the upper half of the tree broke with a "click" and fell down.

"A very powerful ray weapon, compact and portable, but well, this thing is flashy, has poor armor-piercing ability, and is prone to failure. Its performance on the battlefield is far inferior to human gunpowder weapons."

"You humans are so good at bragging!" Papa looked unconvinced: "This light gun is produced by the Meiling clan. The weapons of our Noah spirit clan are much more powerful than this."

"Speaking of which..." Lynch looked at the trees scorched by the heat rays, and a nest of bird eggs that fell and shattered, and said:
"I thought your race was in awe of nature."

"Another stereotype." Papa pouted and spread his hands helplessly:
"You human beings always substitute other races into your own mythological story system,

Think we Noah Eldar look like elves, we must act like the same way, think we live in trees, wear leaves, still use bows and arrows, and ride unicorns. "

Lynch almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but when he thought that he had to rely on this alien to send him back, and had to get on good terms with her, he suppressed his laughter:
"Lady Persephone."

"Ok?"

"You are like an elf in a fairy tale book, elegant and beautiful."

·
Papa's face turned red, her eyes avoided Lynch's gaze, and she began to kick the dirt meaninglessly to cover up her joy.

Lynch thought to himself: (Ha, Xiao Xia's method really works, no matter humans or alien women, they always like sweet-talking guys.)
Just chatting like this, poking through the bushes and walking out of the dense woodland, suddenly, the two of them stopped one after another, both of them were so shocked by the scene before them that they couldn't speak.

·
The forest they were in was on a plateau,

Stretching down along the highlands, there is a large sea of ​​flowers and grasslands, as well as some human creations.

Surrounded by the sea of ​​flowers and meadows is,

tombstone,

Tombstones carved from various stones,

Arranged neatly, densely packed, all over the mountains and plains, you can't see the edge.

A sad and solemn spectacle.

Few landscapes are more visually stunning, more soul-stirring.

·
Persephone knelt down, with tears in her eyes,

Reciting ancient scriptures in her mouth, this is from the Noah Spirit Race religion she believes in,
For the dead, for the awe of the soul.

·
Lynch's reaction was not that exaggerated,

The surprised expression only lasted for half a second before returning to calm,
Fingers rest on the trigger guard of the carbine, opening and closing.

He has fought half his life on the battlefield, and he has never seen what kind of corpse mountain and blood sea,
His mood was not shock, but doubt.

(tombstone?
This is the riddle that Qi Guwale wrote down on a note and hid it in his father's lighter,
This is... what he wants me to see?

Why? )