[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 159 Eden 47

Ian was slightly taken aback.

"...it's you," he said.

"Come out when you've had enough fun." The pope's voice was as calm as ever, even with a gentle smile of forgiveness and pity.

Ian was silent, and did not respond to the pope's voice.

After a while, the pope's voice came again: "Do you have any doubts?"

"If I just wake up like this, the dream will parasitize the next person." Ian said, "It will never end."

"From this point of view, it is indeed a difficult thing to deal with," the Pope said.

"...You can't kill it." Ian said, not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

The Pope smiled lightly: "It can be killed, but I won't kill it."

The price of his attack is not something everyone can afford, which is why he has never confronted any one of the old days from the beginning to the end.

Ian was silent for a long, long time.

The pope's voice came again: "Have you made a decision yet?"

"...Well." Ian said, he lowered his eyes, and a barely visible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Anyway... Star Nest doesn't need me anymore, does it?"

The Pope was also silent, but only after less than a second, his voice sounded again: "Star Nest never really needed anyone."

"I understand." Ian said, "but I need your help, Pope."

The Pope said: "You are much more cheerful. But you should know that in this situation, if you help me... I will have to pay the price."

And the price is definitely not small.

Ian: "Can you help?"

"...Okay." The Pope said, "Now?"

Ian nodded: "Now."

……

residence station.

The people in the metropolis raised their heads and set up their binoculars to look at the other end of the galaxy. They saw in the blurred imaging that the gestalt ships seemed to have encountered some strange malfunction, and they stopped attacking one after another.

Unbelievably, the federal spacecraft also stopped attacking.

"what happened?"

"Is there a clearer telescope?"

Just when they were confused about the situation, someone noticed that the imprint of the secret star suddenly changed at this moment.

"Look--"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and everyone raised their heads to look at the secret star imprint.

The imprint that had always been cold and exuded a metallic luster suddenly turned golden at this moment.

The golden light looks warm, but it is cold when it falls on the body, with a shivering coldness.

At this moment, a calm voice rang in the ears of everyone in the metropolis.

"It's time to wake up, Cosmopolitan."

— Cosmopolitan.

How long has it been since you heard such a title?

All the metropolitans were taken aback for a moment, and then they looked at each other in disbelief. After noticing that everyone heard the voice, their pupils shrank suddenly.

Could it be... Could it be that the Eye of the Secret Star really appeared?

A golden light began to flash in front of their eyes, and in the next second, a crack in space suddenly opened behind every metropolitan, and golden vines protruded from it, pulling out their souls, and dragging them into the crack in an instant , disappeared.

Countless golden vines appeared in the living station like a tide at this moment, and the crystallization of faith under the imprint of the secret star also burst into dazzling light in an instant, completely offsetting the pollution that appeared with the vines.The aborigines were all stunned. Seeing this miracle, countless people knelt down on the ground uncontrollably, lowered their heads and muttered prayers.

Accompanied by their prayers, the radiance of the crystallization of faith is even brighter.

A phantom slowly appeared in front of the imprint of the secret star. He has a handsome face that can be called beautiful, but he looks a little sickly pale. A white robe hangs down slightly, and golden lines meander and spread on his skin. Come.He lowered his golden eyes and looked at the people in the residence station who were kneeling towards the imprint of the secret star, with a smile of unknown meaning on his face.

"Thank you, believers." He said softly, with a little compassion on his face, "May the eyes of the secret star stare at you."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at this scene.

They suddenly remembered the prophecy in a trance.

"The son of enlightenment who left the nest has arrived, the illusion is about to end, the golden tide washes away the dirt, and those who wake up from the dream will finally get their wish."

"The golden tide... is coming..."

Everything is as prophesied.

Everything is as the gods expected.

……

Clark was a little accustomed to the light of some red dwarfs at this time, he stood up from the cold ground with difficulty, and looked at Ian.

Ian was looking at him now too.

"Did it work?" Clark's voice was a little dry, "Ian, you... are you okay?"

The gestalt has collapsed, and Ian's impression of the universe should also collapse along with it, and his cognition has been destroyed. According to the original analysis, he should wake up from the dream.

However, Ian just looked at him quietly, just like the way they are most used to when they get along——

Clark kept talking as he wished, while Ian just watched him quietly, listening without saying a word, occasionally showing some expressions and emotions as feedback.

"Ian?" Clark reluctantly took two steps forward, squatted down and looked at him, and said worriedly, "Are you all right? Did those things hurt you just now?"

He glanced at the red dwarf outside the porthole with some annoyance: "I knew that this Dyson sphere would never do anything good, and I expected it."

I'm really afraid of something!

Then, he heard Ian say softly, "I'm sorry, Clark."

Clark was slightly taken aback.

"...Well, why do you have to apologize?" Clark said helplessly, he glanced at Bruce who was about to die, and then he slapped his head as if suddenly remembering, "Ah! We have to send Bruce back quickly !"

"No need," Ian said.

Clark: "...? Is he hopeless?"

Before Clark showed a shocked and sad expression, Ian said, "No. That's not the case."

He raised his head to look at Clark, with a slightly bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "Actually, I already knew it."

Clark's movements paused.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of dizziness, and he didn't know whether it was because of the red dwarf, or the pollution brought by those alien plants, or because of Ian's words.

"What did you say?" He subconsciously asked back.

"I have recovered my memory a long time ago." Ian said, "I know we are in a dream."

Clark was stunned. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know where to start. He could only look at Ian, with a little bewildered expression on his face.

"But if I wake up, the dream will come out of my spirit body." Ian said, "It will find its next host, and this dream will never end."

"But if you don't wake up, this dream won't end." Clark said quickly, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Ian smiled and shook his head slightly.

The next one to be parasitized will most likely be Clark.

Ian's sanity can easily resist the pollution caused by the dream entering the spirit body, but it is hard to say for Clark.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Clark was a little annoyed.

"..." Ian slightly lowered his head.

Yeah, why didn't we tell them sooner?

He didn't know at first, but now he suddenly understood, it was because of fear.

He was afraid that after they knew the truth, everything they had now would change.

He was no longer Ian, but "Samurai," the captain of the Scavenger who had joined Starnest with nothing.His life became the same again, living for a goal, for a "task", instead of doing whatever he wanted as he was in the residence station.

He can meet many people and try many things, even if what these bring him is not entirely happy and happy.

And what he fears the most is separation.

He knew that he couldn't go, so he didn't want to give up even for a second, he just wanted this kind of life to last a little longer, a little longer.

But when he faced Clark's question, he couldn't say a word, he could only repeat: "I'm sorry."

Clark sighed softly, ignoring the extremely strong sense of weakness coming from his body, and hugged Ian into his arms.

"No apology, Ian, you never have to," he said.

Ian paused, and after a while, he reached out and hugged Clark.

Hugging—such a simple action made him feel more nervous than drawing a knife to thousands of horses.

He almost felt that his body was about to tremble with some emotion—maybe it was nervousness, maybe excitement, or maybe fear, he didn't know.All he knew was that it was an emotion he had almost never experienced.

"I can't let Mei Meng leave my spirit body, I'm sorry." Ian said, "I will protect you."

Clark was slightly taken aback, and let go of Ian. For some reason, he suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

"Wait, Ian!" he said, "You—"

Before the words fell, he saw a small space crack suddenly appear behind Bruce, and a golden tentacle protruded from it, directly swept away Bruce's soul, and disappeared from the space crack.

"...He is here." Ian said, "He will take you back."

"..." Clark said in a trance, "Golden... waves."

"The predictions of the gods are always infallible." Ian said calmly, "That is the Pope, one of the members of Star Nest, he... is stronger than me, so you will be fine."

"What about you?" Clark realized something and asked hastily.

Ian laughed.

This smile was extremely bright, like a small flower suddenly bloomed under the boundless frozen soil, melting the surrounding ice and snow, blooming in full bloom for a whole spring.

"I will stay here," he said, "as long as I never wake up, the dream will never leave me."

Use an eternally sleeping, immortal spirit body to trap an old-timer.

"What..." Before Clark finished speaking, a new space crack appeared behind him, and the golden tentacles penetrated his body in an instant, tearing out his soul, "No—wait a minute!"

Ian raised his head to look at Clark's spirit body that was already floating in the air.

The smile on his face remained the same, and he even stretched out his hand and waved lightly at Clark, as if saying a simple farewell.

"Thank you Clark," he said.

Thank you for giving me a real sweet dream.

"Nice to meet you."