novelraw Chapter 1405 72: The Mechanical Council's Finale – Part 2
Chapter 1405 72: The Mechanical Council's Finale – Part 2
"Wait, here."
The last three stopped at the spaceship cockpit, where the door was blown open to create a hole. In the deepest part of the cockpit, sat a peculiar skeleton, his head drooped, with fallen combat headphones around his neck, and a black and red pistol by his side, leaning against the console.
Surrounding this skeleton were four candle-like golden crystals, floating quietly, as if to protect a precious relic, sealing the skeleton inside and isolating it from the outside world.
"That is..."
Upon seeing one of the silver crystals, Celestia's mind suddenly went blank, as if a beam of light descended from the vast sky and imprinted in her mind, a divine voice warning her not to easily destroy what was before her.
"This is actually a divine will left by Lord Xi Aiflian." Her eyes showed disbelief.
Why, as the creator of the Silver Wings, would Xi Aiflian leave this crystal on the π Mechanical Council's spaceship, and besides Xi Aiflian's silver crystal, what are the other three?
Celestia's gaze quickly turned to the remaining three crystals. As she feared, they represented the golden, purple, and blue crystals of Dark Sun·He Fasimo, Dark Sun·Cui Kalans, and Dark Sun·Amorrenqin.
The four Dark Suns left their will crystals here, warning their favored not to destroy this place, and the force field inherent in the crystals preserves the items inside as long as they remain intact.
Now, hundreds of years have passed, and the facilities here remain unchanged. The mechanical bodies outside haven't ventured in, all highlighting the special nature of this spaceship and the hidden historical significance behind it.
Why did the four Dark Suns become involved with the π Mechanical Council's spaceship? The three were puzzled, but with most of the spaceship's contents weathered and corroded, they could only identify traces of battle and were unable to know what really happened.
"Should we break the barrier constructed by the crystals?" Loloria turned and looked at the two behind her, believing there must be well-preserved memory devices behind the console where the skeleton sat.
"I can't do it, Lord Xi Aiflian will punish me." Though reason told her that Xi Aiflian was likely in eternal slumber, Celestia still couldn't break through the biological instinct warning.
"Loloria, wait." Tilan stopped the somewhat reckless actions of the artificial Angel and stepped forward.
"Don't break these crystals easily." As a Songstress, she sensed thick and complex emotions on these crystals. This intense trace of time, the last time she felt it was in Jade Skirt North, sensed within the ancient battle mecha core.
"Let me." She moved to the barrier formed by the four crystals, her eyes slightly closed.
Then, unexpectedly for Celestia, a gentle singing voice rose. It was her first time hearing Tilan sing, the voice blooming slowly under the night like an orchid, tranquil and far-reaching.
A lifetime
Is not long
While you wait
For that little signal
Searching nowhere
...
The song was gentle and peaceful, akin to flickering flames warming a lonely night.
It was Celestia's first time hearing this song, yet a scene like an ancient poem slowly unfolded before her, under that distant starlit sky, by a campfire, a blurry and indistinct figure hummed this forgotten ballad, comforting a wounded and confused heart.
Slowly, as the girl's song continued, the barrier constructed by the four crystals softened, and the crystals gradually descended, landing on the ground as if entering tranquility and slumber.
With fair fingers, she picked up the four crystals from the black floor, then gently squatted down and carefully removed the tactical headphones from the skeleton.
After toggling the switch, the headphones dormant for nearly two thousand years restarted, their indicator lights flickering weakly, and then the built-in recorder began playing back the last recorded sound.
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"Bang bang." Bullet firing sound.
...Several seconds later
"..." Sound of rolling and evading.
...Half a minute later
"Hoo..." Sound of deep breathing.
"Things are not looking good, I need to document what's happening now."
The voice gradually cleared at this point, the speaker probably a 30-year-old man, voice calm and steady.
"First, an introduction: I am a B-level researcher of the π Mechanical Council, named Omoh, one of the crew on this spaceship, returning with the scientific observation team to the Heavenly Serpent Constellation α45 Star Domain."
The sound of spray and wound bandaging came from the headphones.
"Up to this point, I have killed 43 companions on the spaceship, 29 of whom died at the hands of modified service robots, and I personally executed 14."
"Such occurrences surely indicate something special, I must leave an explanation."
"Now, the members aboard are the few elite left from the π Mechanical Council. We gathered from various secret observation points to attend a special meeting, exchanging research results from nearly a century."
"It was indeed an unprecedented and grand meeting, regardless of the perspective."
"We, the scattered mechanical council members, had been groping blindly, finally piecing together a complete blueprint, a majestic and grand blueprint as gorgeous as the Kabbalah Tree of Life, showcasing the ladder of mortals ascending to the divine."
"Yes, that's right. After a millennium of confronting the Dark Suns, we finally mastered a more powerful Ascension Ladder, which is a more complete and powerful Throne of God plan, encompassing past mistakes and integrating the transcendent traits of the Moon Crown, allowing the newly born Sun to wield parts of space-time authority."