[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

In the quiet treehouse surrounded by vines, the three of them sat facing each other, and the air was as tense as strings stretched.

Sera raised her eyes slightly, and glanced around the house built and furnished by the Sarn natives themselves, which was completely incomparable with the one in memory.Of course, the technology and civilization of these shepherds are still at the primitive stage compared to the new humans. They only use bark and grass and vines to decorate their houses.And they don't have the exquisite craftsmanship comparable to elves, and they don't have to be too demanding in creating beautiful things, not to mention comparing with the tree house where she lived in the memory, or even comparing with the rest room of ordinary soldiers of the empire, All seem too rough and crude.But they think that this is the way to get closest to Mother Earth, Nuai Mara, the tree of souls.

Nuemara, the giant luminous tree called by the shepherds, is the belief of all the wise residents here, the source of the river and the land, the mother of life, the place where the ancestors of the Sarn people were born and returned to.Most of them live in groups around Nuemara, live on the fruits and dew of plants, and can understand the language of many creatures.They firmly believe that all life is a benevolent gift from Nuaimara. They never hurt innocent people, never hunt, and have very little private property. don't feel sad.Such a race that is too comfortable and has no fighting power is of mediocre value even if it is reduced to a slave. It is neither particularly beautiful nor amazingly talented. The reason why Sierra can sit down and negotiate with them calmly is not in this group of low-level civilized intelligent creatures. , but... the tree.

Since she entered the territory of the giant tree, she was surprised to find that the faint headache gradually subsided.It seemed that there was some fresh and vital energy escaping her whole body along with her breathing and flowing blood, and her mental power became extraordinarily exciting and vigorous, so lively that every cell seemed to be about to move.She had never experienced such a novel feeling before, and what shocked her even more was that since 3S fell all the way into the abyss of S, her mental power barrier, which seemed to be solidified like ice, began to show signs of loosening——caused to decline The lifelessness of the disease becomes vigorous.In short, it seems that after approaching this giant tree, she "lived" again.

She had searched the entire Seifert galaxy before and failed to suppress or alleviate the decline, and she was almost desperate.It never occurred to her that just an accidental trip, this magical giant tree has such incredible healing power-until she figured out the origin of the whole thing, she would not let anyone destroy it.

Sela looked at the prophet in front of her, trying to judge his age from his appearance, but failed in the end, so she could only ask directly and clearly, "How long have you lived?"

The prophet said a number, and Sera silently converted it, and his gaze changed slightly.

340 years old?

This old shepherd with frosty white hair but clear eyes has actually lived 340 years equivalent to human beings?

How can this be? !Even though human technology has almost reached its peak, it can only extend the lifespan to 150 years old, and this race can live to double the age of human beings...Why?

She glanced calmly at the young man with an angry expression next to her, paused, and then asked, "Then him?"

"Arnold is still very young," the Prophet said slowly, "Among you, he is only 56 years old, just an adult."

Sierra scoffed. "So? That's why you want to change my decision?—Because your regimen is better?"

"This is only a part, Major General." The Prophet shook his head, "I know that my people can't stand against you, and the weapons behind you - but I think, if you can be on our land before issuing the order, Living here under the watchful eye of Nuemara - just a week... I think you'll change. You've actually noticed something, haven't you?"

She remained expressionless, "Even if I don't need to negotiate, I can still dig out the secret of your longevity, so why should I do anything extra?"

"—Because you don't have much time, Major General Aldrich." The Prophet said amazingly, "We too—presumably you have received some unusual information to land here, I can tell you the answer— That’s right, the tree of souls, our mother, Nuemala, is going through a once-in-a-thousand-year decline period, the eruption of prosperity and decline, the silent vibration even jumped out of the galaxy, calling you, and you, Young people - I knew from the first moment you set foot on our soil that you were suffering from the same pain as Nuemara: old age."

Sera narrowed her eyes and remained silent, listening to the Prophet speak slowly again——

"If you insist on occupying it and destroying us all, then even if you succeed, there will be nothing left in the end... Do you know why it is called Nuai Mara? In our language, it is called 'mother' .and can you imagine what a mother would do if none of her children were left, Major General?"

"It's just a tree." Sierra deadpanned.

"Really?" asked the Prophet. "Do you really think so?"

"What do you want?" Sera was a little impatient. If she hadn't considered the irreversible negative impact on her future and herself after being exposed, she wouldn't talk nonsense with this group of low-level civilized races. She patiently added the last sentence like a warning, "No matter what you want, we will not give up occupying it-you'd better understand this in advance."

"I know very well." The Prophet was a little tired, "I know what you will do after occupying our land—destroy them, and then rebuild. But no matter what, the world after rebuilding will no longer be the one before, and you will Bringing blazing pyrotechnics of cold metal, you will kill all who resist and cannot resist, you will run over the grass, the shrubs and the trees, you will overthrow our faith and the old order - and then, among the ruins, build a whole new, strange world."

"—You destroy the land where other people live, and get a new one. Then, after a while, you will destroy it and continue to find another stronghold."

"I know you're going to do it -- and what I'm doing now won't stop it."

Sela raised her eyebrows slightly, "So?"

"—you shall be the one who has the voice of your race," said the Prophet, "and therefore I beg you: go and see how precious that which you are about to destroy is, and what it means to us and to you in the end. What. Go and see how many magics and secrets are hidden in those lands that you don't care about. You may not be able to fully understand it and use it in your whole life-go to the place where all our souls belong, Mother Earth Nuai Talk to Marat - then, you'll know what I'm doing."

"And you will also find the answer you want from it."

Serra was silent for a moment.

"It's best." She replied indifferently, "otherwise... no matter whether I can return safely, or whether this is just a way to delay time, I will get nothing in the end-you will understand, the Empire, I won't be the only rear admiral of the colonial fleet, and it won't be the only missile fired at you."

"Then now," she paused, looked at Arnold, and said lightly, "Who is my tour guide?"

……

……

The night of Sarn planet is as deep and quiet as a starry sky painting.

Sierra lay in the treehouse, looking out through the open window at the night sky, the mysterious color of indigo and deep black, the eternal and endless twinkling stars.She could hear the faint singing from far away, it was the shepherd singing, paying homage to the dead clansman, in an obscure language that she couldn't understand, but anyone could feel the desolate and tragic mourning in the elegy.

late at night.tree house.singing.starry.Such a night, she seemed to have known each other, and she remembered it deeply.

That day she died and was reduced to ashes.Also on that day she resurrected to win the hearts of intrigue and sincerity.Now she is ushering in a night that is almost exactly the same as that day again, but in retrospect, it has been a hundred years since yesterday, those misty and irresistible, those rhythms and rhythms, love and Whispering, after the long-term reincarnation and the torment of survival, it is more vivid and vivid.

"I circle the island, the world, safe in spring, mad in cold light, calm in fire.

All is empty, dead, dumb, fallen, abandoned, decaying.

Everything is strange beyond imagination.

Before loving you, I have nothing. "

——[Your promise is priceless, even more miraculous] This is what the snake said to her.

And in the end, she really kept her promise and never broke it.

【Memory is an interesting and harmful thing, dear Sierra】The snake hissed inexplicably, 【Once you start remembering the past...it's a sign of old age.And do you remember the deal between us? 】

This is the reason why Serra removed all memories in the first place: newborns are always the most powerful and fearless. So will she.In fact, she did, and carried out all the plans flawlessly.Until it noticed the slightest change in her.

She became more cautious - or more accurately: more "kind".She will begin to notice small traits in little humans and become curious about them.She could have done more "feats", such as destroying a world with her own hands and leaving her name in history forever.But many times she has chosen enough is enough, because of some reasons that it dismisses.She is no longer as crazy, lonely and unreasonable as before.She became more silent, and more... dangerous.It could no longer see through her.

It even began to wonder if these world experiences were part of her plan.Because every person she meets and every difficulty makes her stronger, refining her soul day after day until she reaches perfection.

It had thought more than once, when everything could no longer defeat her, and she was as hard and perfect as an unbreakable shell, would she really care about that little deal between them at that time?Will the fully awakened and resurrected Killing Angel allow a similar being full of intrigues all the time?Or would she use her principles as a sharp sword to ruthlessly slash behind him like she did to other fallen angels before?Is there anything in this world that can restrain her existence?

Until now it's confirmed.This thing does exist.The snake needs to be constantly reminded of its existence.

She belongs to the abyss.And those things that the abyss cannot accommodate, it is best to stay only in certain memories forever.

[After you are resurrected,] the snake will follow the temptation, [after our transaction is completed... you will get countless things, including your own will, and the fear, admiration, and love of humans and other creatures—some things only It can become the past, some wheels of history can’t even be changed by us, I think you understand this best]

[I understand,] Sierra smiled, [so I'm not going to change it]

She said, "I'm gonna break it"

The author has something to say: Can you guess the ending? ~

Sera.Write "Ares" backwards, Ares, the ancient Greek god of war.This coincidence is quite interesting.

PS:

I found that I have basically read all the articles you complained about in the comments... [Who has no black history] I feel sorry for you and Jiji.

There are exactly nine stories after ABO is written, and ninety-nine will return to one finale.In the future, I probably won’t write about the genre of fast time travel, nor will I write about such villainous heroines.