Chapter 898 Waking Up From a Dream (5200)

The world was destroyed.

The roar of thunder resounded across the planet, and scarlet flames incinerated the entire atmosphere. Even the once vast and boundless seas were continuously evaporated by the orbital fleet's devastating bombardment. The escaping vapor formed a spiral arc in space, condensing into icy comets.

In the cosmos, countless fleets engaged in a chaotic battle of cannons and beams. Giant warships, kilometers in length, were breached, their hulls destroyed, and turned into scrap metal, captured by the planet's gravity, leaving fiery trails as they fell to earth. These war machines, crafted with the highest techniques of various civilizations, were now burned like garbage. However, some warships, even doomed to destruction, unleashed one last attack, dragging their enemies into hell with them.

The burning sky, the evaporating seas, and the explosions of falling starships created giant craters that pierced the earth's crust on the already scarred planet. Each annihilation engine detonation completely altered the shape of the planet's tectonic plates and their future movements. Of the billions of residents who once lived on this planet, most had perished.

No one could survive in such an environment.

Except for robots.

On the wasteland that was once the planet, constantly shaken by earthquakes, only those with steel bones and bizarre mechanical monsters could roam freely. They might be six-legged spiders, or giant wolf-serpents, or even giant war bodies dozens of meters high, moving their Titan-like bodies and firing plasma cluster cannons that could incinerate everything toward the last human defense line.

The roar of explosions was a hundred times louder than thunder, shaking the earth in all directions. The dark red mist of burnt rock and metal rose to the sky, covering the sun, and the wreckage of starships fell like doomsday meteors, making everything seem like the end of the world.

But in this doomsday scene, a city remained firm.

It was a massive city constructed of silver-white metal, shrouded in a strange luster. An invisible field and indestructible walls were constructed from degenerate matter, stabilized by the 'Voice of Miracles.' On the outer walls of this city were spiral towers, each flashing with black, spherical voids. Gravity wells that could distort even light created space-time distortions, protecting the entire city in curved space.

Anything that dared to approach would be crushed by the distorted space, turning into unidentifiable garbage. Moreover, the gravity well shield itself had offensive capabilities. Subspace rays that could disrupt the stability of space could even disassociate the seemingly indestructible matter of a white dwarf star.

But that was not enough—the robot army was endless. Countless robot corpses piled up like mountains, like seas, even forming an alloy giant ball that completely surrounded the silver-white city. The immense mass made it difficult for even the gravity well shield to bear the burden, because if the mass continued to increase, they would become miniature black holes, devouring everything.

This was the final battlefield between the last survivors of the World Federation and the Dusk Machina Army under the command of the [Twilight Net].

In the center of the city, Alan rode his Rhythmic Battle Armor. This creation, which integrated the miraculous power of super-ancient civilizations and the highest technology of modern interstellar civilizations, possessed an almost indestructible body in the material world. And once the seven-stringed lyre, shining with seven colors, was played, even reality would be distorted, time and space twisted, and things created out of nothing.

The dignified man wearily raised his head, looking up at the top of the sky—directly above the dark sky, among the countless flickering light spots, that is, in the center of the extinguishing flames of the falling warships, was a golden fireball far larger and brighter than the other light spots.

That was the sun of the World Federation's home star system.

And it was now dying out.

He could see, with the divine power granted to him by the Rhythmic Battle Armor with a fusion rate of 400%, Alan could see that in the distant reaches of space-time, a massive star was being surrounded by an even larger metal serpent—the super-giant mechanical structure 'Star Extinguisher·Jörmungandr,' like a star ring, had locked the entire star and was continuously devouring its energy, condensing it into a divine power sufficient to penetrate phases, playing the Twilight Song that oscillated through all things.

Staring at it, Alan turned his head again. He looked towards the edge of the galaxy.

In the dark and silent Oort cloud, something huge was moving. It was the Twilight Net's ultimate fortress, driven by a black hole engine, a war death star named Fenrir.

A grand movement played with gravitational waves was spreading to all surrounding space-time, suppressing all means of space-time transfer other than the death star's.

The Twilight Net, humanity's supreme creation, once existed with all human electronic brains, interacting with all human knowledge, emotions, creativity, and artistic perceptions. It was impossible for it to awaken its own wisdom, because it was just an intermediary platform, and was constantly supervised and suppressed by the Administration.

However, with the excavation of super-ancient civilization relics, when many melodies with 'magic' and 'miracles' reappeared in the starry sky, the network itself, which was home to these miraculous knowledge and melodies, came alive.

Humans at that time did not notice this—at that time, the entire human world was shocked by the discovery of miracles and magic, and was astonished that their ancestors might have technology far superior to their own, and had explored a starry sky far greater than their current territory.

Those ruins, built on various unfamiliar colonial planets, but engraved with the names of many mythical gods and figures in human civilization, were the best proof.

In the distant past, there was indeed an extremely developed super civilization that placed its faith and proof of power in every corner of the vast universe.

"Our ancestors actually arrived here?!"

"Could it be that all our current territories are not pioneered, but have existed since ancient times?"

"How is that possible...then why did they perish, and why were they so silent?!"

Mysteries emerged one after another, and incomprehensible problems emerged one after another.

And while humans were puzzled by these questions and tried to combine magic and miracles with technology to develop modern 'technological miracles,' the Twilight Net, which had gained its own will, was secretly developing and preparing its own strength.

This created the bitter present of humanity today.

The Twilight Net...

This was an irresistible doom.

The giant serpent wrapped around the star, and the artificial black hole that devoured all space-time, the annihilating and soulless mechanical march, easily annihilated ninety percent of the humans who had never thought of these possibilities.

And the surviving humans, relying on the latest scientific miracle technology they had mastered, were able to retain a part of their civilization and successfully resist the Twilight Net.

But all of this was just a dying struggle.

"Alas..."

With a sigh, Alan's expression gradually became firm: "If the past cannot be changed, the future will cease to exist."

"Even if it sounds impossible, we must do our best to resist to the very end!"

"End this future!"

The [Terminator Time Travel Project] was to end humanity's doom.

And the 'Seat of Summoning' located on the planet Isher, according to the analysis of the data in the super-ancient civilization relics, was the method to summon heroic spirits comparable to 'gods' to descend into the world.

How strong were the gods specifically? Alan didn't know, but super-ancient civilizations that could expand their civilization beyond the observable range of the current World Alliance would believe in gods, so the extraterrestrial heroic spirits they mentioned that could rival gods must also be ridiculously powerful.

After all, they already had magic and miracles, what else could they do but believe in these?

They could only act.

Travel to the past, save Eve, the most critical core engineer of Isher, who was also the future technology leader of the rebel army, and then activate the Seat of Summoning on Isher...this was the current plan of the human resistance army!

At this moment.

The antimatter engine, named after Thor, the ancient god of thunder, began to burn and operate, and incredible energy was poured into the time machine that looked like a ring, and then brought up bright arcs of electricity.

Boom!

The arcs of electricity flickered in the atmosphere, and quantum notes oscillating on the microscopic level were creating incredible miracles.

Countless arcs of electricity, countless brilliance, condensed on the inner side of the ring, turning into floating particles of a ghostly blue color.

Then there was a light.

In the center of the silver metal city, a huge ghostly blue space-time gate had opened.

After a pause, the huge and towering metal giant turned his head and walked towards the other side of space-time.

The past...can the past be changed?

And would a change in the past create a brand new parallel world, or completely change the present and future?

Alan and the human resistance army behind him did not know all of this—but they had to start acting.

The shadow of the Fenrir black hole death star had already been cast on the earth, obscuring everything.

The massive gravitational changes even caused the entire planet's crust to be lifted, lifted, and then swallowed into the 'matter annihilation port' below the 'Fenrir Death Star'—that was the ultimate power that could swallow the sun and the moon and completely return everything in the world to nothingness.

The silver steel city, the last human resistance position, was naturally among them. Even the gravitational well barrier that could distort space-time was vulnerable when faced with the true power of a black hole.

The continent was stripped away, and the planet was bitten apart, revealing huge crisscrossing gaps. The core lava was released in a violent eruption, creating a rather grand fireworks display in space.

At the same time, the Fenrir death star emitted an incredible gravitational beam, which accurately hit the last human resistance position, and then collapsed it into a miniature black hole.

Then, it was completely annihilated, evaporated.

In this space-time of the universe, everything returned to nothingness.

——Chaotic Time and Space——

To be honest, Miss Eve still found it difficult to imagine everything Alan told her—but obviously, the many historical data transmitted from the other party's electronic brain, as well as a lot of personal information related to herself (future version), was enough to calm the young girl down and think about a possibility.

"You mean to say that you are my future boyfriend."

In the cockpit, she said, "And I am the key to saving the future."

"First of all." Alan corrected, "I am your future husband—but that's not important, I know it might be a bit paradoxical, but no matter what, I don't want you to be influenced by the future, you are free to find someone you like."

At this moment, he was taking Eve to the intelligent system control center of the planet Isher. The giant Rhythmic Battle Armor, more than thirty meters high, broke through all the air defense armaments on the planet Isher almost like light, and was preparing to destroy the local Twilight Net central hub in the most violent way: "Secondly, the future is difficult to save, and I don't know if I can succeed...but in short, I must first ensure that you survive the future pursuers."

"I vow to protect you, whether past or future."

——He actually looks quite good, the type I might like.

Eve secretly glanced at Alan's profile. The pilot was obviously very seriously destroying all the nodes of the Twilight Net at the moment. Looking at his firm face, the girl thought that her future taste was indeed good.

But no matter what, the future husband running to the wife's past or something, is indeed a bit of an ethical problem.

But soon, she had no time to worry about these ethical jokes—because the time-space pursuers from the Twilight Net had also arrived in this time and space.

The next thing was actually very simple.