Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

There is no information about Olivia here, but the three of them discovered more important historical records. If the above is true, it means that the dark suns that flourished at the end of the Fifth Era, as well as the later ρ Mechanical Council, all It comes from the inheritance in this spaceship.

The creators of the four Tianyi tribes and the mechanical sun Rou are actually descendants of the π Mechanical Council. No one would believe such an amazing history, but it seems to be the case. According to the record of the service robot, the last person on the spacecraft Only four members survived, and they happened to correspond to the four dark suns.

From the displaced mortals to the sun that rivals the gods, this huge gap is unimaginable. No wonder the members on the spacecraft at that time were in a trance and swayed, so that various things happened later.

After putting away the four crystals, Tilan stood up slowly, and then carefully came to the control station of the spacecraft. After searching, she pressed one of the slots and ejected the memory chip.

Carefully taking out the chip, she was a little worried that the data and records in it had been eroded by time, and then handed it to Lololia.

"Can you reproduce the content?"

At this moment, Lololia also looked solemn, accepting the chip very carefully and cherishing it, and inserted it into her wrist.

The sound of rustling data reading was particularly clear in this quiet space, and Celidia was nervously looking forward to the results.

"The content... came out." There was suppressed excitement in Lololia's voice.

"The data recorded here is more comprehensive, including the final process of falling to the planet." She read the data and kept describing.

"Just like what was recorded in the recording just now, there was a serious internal strife on the spacecraft, and many members died. However, in the middle of the process, this senior Omo put the data chip storing the Throne of God project into a It was inside a small machine and launched through the escape cabin." Lololia projected the scene at that time.

Covered in blood, the shaky man knelt in front of a small hemispheric mechanical body, inserted the precious chip, then held it, placed it in the only remaining escape capsule, and let it escape from the spacecraft and enter the vast sea of ​​​​stars. .

Soon after, he fought and retreated, facing those companions who resisted him and retaliated against his behavior, retreated step by step into the cockpit, and finally controlled the spacecraft to crash into the forgotten planet.

The long-damaged spacecraft was unprepared when it broke through the atmosphere. The outer shell was melted by the intense heat, emitting billowing smoke, and finally crashed and broke into two pieces.

I don't know how long later, the computer here was started again, and the four surviving members came here. Like Tilan, they played the recording in the earphones. After listening, the four people were silent for a long time and then left. Then in the cockpit The computer shuts down again, losing data.

"Wait, those four people." Celidia anxiously asked Loloria to return to the image and play back the four figures of different heights.

From the left is a handsome young man with glasses. He is wearing a simple white shirt and looks introverted. The second is an old man with neat hair. He is wearing a straight suit and a research coat. The third is She is a relatively short girl. She holds a record board in both hands and wears a relatively rustic braid. She looks simple and afraid of strangers. The last one is a tall woman with long black hair and slanted bangs. Her eyes are purple and she wears casual clothes. Wearing a stylish coat.

Before she became a god, West Evelyn was a woman, one of the third and fourth ones. The fourth one is obviously more in line with the characteristics of the Dark Sun Trikarans, the creator of the butterfly species. That is to say, the creator of the Silver Winged Species is the girl who looks inconspicuous and even a little cowardly.

This is the first time Celidia knows about the appearance of West Evelyn when she was a mortal. It is completely different from the imagination of the Silver Winged Breeds. In the poems and records of the Silver Winged Breeds, West Evelyn should be like a princess. A noble and beautiful woman, she created an equally gorgeous and noble silver-winged species based on her own appearance and temperament.

All the illusions in the past were shattered, and the disenchanted reality gave Celidia another different impact. The West Evelyn in the past was so ordinary and simple, but the Silver Winged Seed she later created was so powerful. .

Digesting the precious history of this past time made the three of them feel a little dazed. It took a long time to get out of this immersive state and recall what they wanted to do again.

"This should not be Olivia's hiding place, let's exit first." Tilan used a special secret method, and pieces of transparent crystals condensed like partitions out of thin air, sealing the area again, and then the three of them slowly exited the area. A crashed spaceship.

A few hours later, they flew into the sky again, overlooking the huge crater below and the twinkling lights in the freezing wind and snow, and felt filled with emotion.

The four dark suns and the ρ Mechanical Council all originated from here. No wonder this planet has become a battlefield for many forces.

After returning to the landing point, the group returned to the relatively safe Northern Continent.

"I think I need to rest for a few days." Celidian said to Tilan apologetically.

"It's okay, everyone else also needs a break." Tilan comforted her.

After finishing this long journey, everyone was a little tired. In addition, the last stronghold was in the sea. It was also the area with the largest number of mechanical clusters and floating carriers. The danger level was several times higher than the previous two. .

At night, after taking a shower, Tilan leaned on the bed, her mind still thinking about the recording she heard during the day and everything that happened in the spacecraft.

In the darkest period of the Fifth Era, the lingering members of the π Mechanical Council experienced various difficulties. They continued to observe the dark sun and conduct research and exploration, and finally pieced together a brand new God's Throne Plan.

If there had been no accident on the spacecraft, would the members of the π Mechanical Council work together to create another new future? Tilan thought about the possibility of this path.

However, even she felt that this path would not be optimistic in the end.

Yes, the π Mechanical Council can create a new sun crown, and even multiple suns can unite to fight against the dark suns that have occupied the galaxy in the past, and even destroy the opponents, but what about after that, after defeating the enemy.

Will the suns of the Mechanical Council disintegrate and perish, and return power to all ordinary members? Just think about it and you will know that this is unrealistic.

First of all, human nature is difficult to consider. Secondly, after becoming gods, can they still maintain the personality formed in the past short time?

Secondly, if they really disintegrate like saints, and then other dark suns appear in the galaxy, what can the Mechanical Council use to suppress and resist?

It is conceivable that these suns will not dissipate. They will only bring the next fifth era, and continue the darkness. Countless creatures will numbly become the nutrients of the dark sun, without vitality and energy.

A long sigh spread in the room. Tilan shook her head to wake herself up from the immersion in thought. She fumbled and took out the four special crystals she picked up during the day.

The talent of the singer allowed her to sense the heavy emotional residue on these crystals, and the power of time and space she possessed allowed Tilan to try to peek through the past memory fragments through these crystals.

Let's start with this crystal. She took out the blue crystal and gently placed it against her forehead.

The golden sand spread, and everything around her seemed to be still. The invisible ripples softened the surrounding space and time, and the delicate light sand emerged, and reversed again, shrinking into the small crystal.

Countless lights and shadows retreated in the girl's mind, a strange world, strange and fleeting faces, and countless strange and distorted images.

Finally, everything in the field of vision was frozen in an instant.

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The sound of dripping water, wet water drops fell from the face, and then were roughly wiped away by fingers, and he raised his head.

This should be the bathroom. Tilan saw her appearance clearly at the moment through the simple mirror in front of her, a thin and bookish young man.

Feeling the chest of the shirt, she took out a pair of glasses and put them on. Then the world became much clearer, as if a high-definition image was turned on, which made people feel comfortable.

Relieved, Tilan felt that she seemed to be more relaxed and stable, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose were like a shield, protecting herself and isolating herself from the malice of the outside world.

This state of mind, she had a similar situation in junior high school, and it was easy to understand.

After tidying up his appearance and picking up the record board placed away from the washbasin, the young man walked out of the bathroom and walked through the brightly lit passage. Along the way, he could see many researchers in white coats. They should be formal members here, and the simple shirt on the young man showed that he had not yet obtained this identity qualification.

After walking for a few minutes, the young man came to an office and stopped. He hesitated for a few seconds, then knocked on the door carefully.

"Come in." A steady and clear voice came from inside.

Pushing the door open, the young man walked in slightly nervously and saw the old man sitting behind the desk.

"Hello, Professor Helang, I am a student who is applying for your graduate student, Qinlun." When he said his name, he pronounced it unclearly, probably because he said it too fast and wanted to skip it.

"It's a very good name, Qinlun, it reminds me of an ancient physicist Roentgen." The old man seemed to be aware of the young man's nervousness, and replied with a relaxed expression, which made the young man calm down a little.

"Sit down, I have read the application you submitted, and the thesis is also very well written. It seems that you have worked hard on your studies. This kind of meticulous perseverance is rare among your peers."

"Thank you, Professor Helang." The young man straightened his back.

"No need to thank me. It's too early to say this now. Even if I agree, your qualifications will be assessed by the committee. The Mechanical Council is short of funds now, and the number of official members granted to our institute is getting smaller and smaller."

"Oh, by the way, you just came here, you probably haven't eaten yet, I'll take you to the staff cafeteria at noon, there's so much delicious food there, there's potato stew that can only be tasted in the Earth era, the flavor is excellent, no one I know dislikes it."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Helang."

The young man nodded again, and then his eyes unconsciously drifted to the bookshelf behind the old man, where there were many books related to entomology, and the yellowed corners indicated that these books were not ornamental, but really flipped through.

Teacher Helang was once a well-known insect researcher, and presided over the gene compilation to create several useful new insects. Eight years ago, he was invited to join the A8951 Institute and began to explore and research the Throne of God project. The young man recalled the information he had written down when preparing in advance.

Then the light and shadow in my vision became hazy and faded. I only vaguely remembered that the potatoes and meat stew I had at noon that day were very delicious, but the process was already blurred.

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Several years passed quickly, and when Tilan saw her appearance in the mirror again, her temperament had changed significantly.

The loose hair was trimmed neatly and energetically. The young man's glasses reflected the light above his head. His eyes were cold. He was wearing the uniform of a formal member of the institute. His fingers were slender after washing, and his joints were clear and strong. He was a good hand for holding a scalpel and tools.

He took the paper towel from the sink, wiped his fingers clean, and threw the discarded paper into the trash can. The young man picked up the recording board and walked through the corridor quickly and skillfully. He passed by the members here skillfully, maintained the most basic nodding interaction, and then continued to devote himself to the compact work, like an extremely precise machine.

However, this day must have something special, otherwise it would not be deeply remembered.

Returning to Professor Helang's office, there were two more unfamiliar figures here today. A man was talking to Helang. Judging from his military uniform, he should be a combatant of the Mechanical Council. On the sofa in the corner of the office, there was a girl holding a schoolbag and feeling uneasy. Her shy appearance reminded the young man of himself a few years ago.

Out of a complex emotion of sympathy and disgust, he looked at the girl more and then walked towards Professor Helang.

"Then I'll leave Celine to Professor Helang." The man said, and turned around to let the girl come over.

"Come, this is your future mentor."

"Teacher Helang." The girl said timidly.

Helang looked a little helpless, but his straight eyebrows did not soften completely.

"I still want to remind you that the final decision is not my power, she still has to pass the review of the institute."

"I know, I know, but this is the only daughter of my comrade, so please, Professor Helang." The man bent over and bowed, forming a 90° angle.

Such a solemn salute made Professor Helang's last sigh silent, and he promised to do his best to help and make this girl his official apprentice.

"Qinlun, her name is Celine, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to take care of her during this period." Afterwards, Helang found him alone and told him.

"I understand, teacher." The young man nodded, his expression still cold.

Professor Helang was obviously relieved and satisfied with his proud apprentice. After a period of time, he stopped worrying about Celine's life and left it to Qinlun to take care of it. For Qinlun, the appearance of this junior sister obviously disrupted his originally orderly life and work.

He understood Celine's timidity, weakness, and anxiety, but he also deeply hated this troublesome character, just as he hated the submissive self in the past.

This emotionally unstable and fragile character like a small animal requires extra energy and time, which is exactly the resource that he must use carefully in his work and career.

If everyone can be as meticulous and durable as a machine, the world is like a perfect movement constructed by truth, everything is efficient and well-organized, without noise and accidents, and every scale is accurate and just right.

He does not hate Celine, but hates the troubles she exudes that need to be taken care of and understood.

He does not hate humans, but hates the various restless emotions revealed in human nature.

This world needs calmness and reason to rule.