The Siberian World, formerly the 55th Wilderness Breeding Garden, has appeared in the 'Trolley Plain'.

The sun is rising, and the dazzling light of the scorching sun in summer is bright and warm.

The former superpower, the farmer's chariot, watched the sun shine on the swaying wheat fields on the plains, and the strong old man raised his hand to block the light coming from the side, revealing an unstoppable smile.

As time goes by, even the people who lived in endless panic and killing in the past have gradually accepted it and adapted to the situation in the present world. The chariots had already gotten up early before the early morning and had done all their work with the physical fitness of those who were strong.

There is no need to fertilize, water, and pull out weeds to deworm. The newly reborn world of Siberia does not have pests. The old man put one hand in his waist and the other hand in his hand, gestured at the wheat field in front of him. To be honest, since the wheat seedlings were lifted, he has been a little unable to hold back his desire to cut something.

Although it is a bit embarrassing to use the power that can cut the armor plate of the soul puppet to cut the wheat seedlings, it is nothing, isn't it? No matter how boring, the peace is a thousand times better than the passionate war. Smelling the strong smell of the plants and trees, the odor of fertilizer, the chariot couldn't help but sneeze.

"What a bad guy, it's so smelly!".

The old man whispered, and then laughed even more happily.

This plain is called the Chariot Plain. The entire plain belongs to him. It sounds incredible that he also cultivates the entire plain, but in fact it is not. With the power of a strong person, the chariot can run a super fast farming m at subsonic speed just by running at a faster speed. His power is greater than the agricultural machinery recorded in historical books. As long as the old man is willing, he can sow, plant and harvest the entire plain with his own strength.

In fact, that's what he did.

And almost every corner of the entire Siberian world is like this.

When the battle that ended everything ended, the God of Steel from the outside left the world, and since then, there has been no oppression or fighting again. The rebels and the soul puppet temporarily reconciled. Under the coordination of a mysterious will, both sides each occupy half of the world and live on this continent together.

Using super-powered farmland is not a shame. On the contrary, it is extremely worthy of boasting. The land cultivated by a chariot can supply the entire rebel rations, and there is also a huge surplus. At most, only a few weather control abilities and land-based abilities need to be assisted. In this way, everyone else can devote their energy to recreating civilization.

The master of time did not burn all the books. In fact, basically, the most essential ideas and technical classics of the former Siberian civilization were preserved by him and placed in the underground library of the spiral tower of Zhongyāng to enable these books. All younger and potential superpowers began to learn the technology of their ancestors from scratch, trying to build the world a better place.

Compared with the normal extraordinary world, almost all the intelligent life in the Siberian world are superpowers. In this way, many things that require factories or many people to cooperate can be done directly by those special extraordinary people. Metal processing can be handed over to those with metal and electromagnetic capabilities, and the energy source can also be handed over to those with flame and electrical capabilities.

The cooperation of several capable people can replace some small factories in the past to create high-precision industrial facilities. In addition, powerful superpowers can do more things, such as reasonably allocating rain and snow, providing the most suitable environment for members of the rebel army to live in, and for example, tanks, he can cultivate the entire plain alone, which is something that thousands of farmers may not have been able to do in the past.

The power used for destruction and killing is converted into creation and cultivation. It has to be admitted that this feeling makes the old people who have fought in their entire lives feel the place of salvation.

What to plant, what to harvest, hand over the grain to those in need, witness the new generation growing up on the ruins of the past, and then transforming the wasteland and desert into green fields... It is a bit embarrassing to say that the old man, who was seriously injured, would not say a word even when he was seriously injured, actually shed tears when he was harvested last year, which scared his former fighters so much that he hurried forward to ask about his well-being.

Of course, the old man's tears were not because of sadness, but because of the purest joy.

"Speaking of all, I'd like to thank those soul puppets, without them...well, they. Without their help, we can't learn the language of the old Siberians from scratch and learn these techniques."

Thinking of this, the chariot couldn't help but recall the negotiations between the soul puppet and the rebels who had no power to resist at that time. At that time, the soul puppet occupied all the breeding and plantation areas in the world, with a complete set of soul-super industrialized structures. The strength of both sides was not at the same level, but the other party still negotiated with himself and others with the most sincere and true attitude.

The chariot still remembers the words of the soul puppet, the leading figure of the soul puppet who looked quite petite, was at that time.

"The existence of slowing down the speed of one's own progress due to the emotional feedback mechanism is to dominate the defective products in your mouth."

"We do not want to be finished products, but we do not want to be defective products. We will not forget history, but we will not affect our judgment. The Siberians, everything in the past has passed, I know and understand that you have suffered in our hands, so you can choose to take revenge on us, although it is meaningless and we will naturally resist."

"But if possible, as long as you want, we can work together toward the future."

future.

The chariot chewed on this word, what a luxury word it used to be, unattainable.

But now, this is no longer a luxury, and every Novosibirsk can get it.

The old man sat in the corner of the lush wheat field, sitting on the stairs at the door of his cottage. He wiped his forehead with his hand, although there was no sweat at all.

The Siberian world is beautiful and peaceful, without any war or dispute, and everyone is working hard for the future. Although now, 80% of the land of this continent is desolate deserts and stone plains, it is only a matter of time to restore it to its most beautiful appearance with the technology of the soul puppets and the old Siberians. What's more, detectives have reported that they have discovered several brand new continents or huge islands on the other side of the sea.

If it really doesn't work, just go to those new worlds. It's impossible to be worse than now, right?

The chariot would rather be like this for the rest of his life

The waste was spent in this golden wheat field. He knew that his strength would be useless if he did this, but it was not important at all. Compared to the captain of the Resistance Army, he would rather become an old farmer who was covered in bronze, with a sickle to cut weeds and occasionally go fishing by the beach.

Thinking of such a peaceful and leisurely future, squinted his eyes, and the old man's face was full of wrinkles and scars, and he lowered his head and looked at his gloves.

Above the gloves, there is a gem.

Silver gemstone.

Before the God of Steel left, six gems of different colors were left, each representing a superpower that can be cultivated after birth. Among them, silver represents the control of metal earth and stone, blue means creating wind, fire, thunder, white is high-speed oscillation, red is radiant shè and explosion, while golden gems can make people move instantly, and black can create energy absorption shields that resist everything.

This is not a heritage left for them, but for their descendants. The descendants of these superpowers may not have superpowers, so those without ability can learn these superpowers to gain power.

Of course, there may be some of their descendants who cannot even practice this kind of superpower... but this is no longer important.

After experiencing so much, no one will discriminate against the incompetent.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, descendants who have forgotten the pain will repeat the painful cycle of "the contradiction between the superpower and the incompetent", but even if the contradiction breaks out, they will not be destroyed.

Although humans will not learn from history, they will also be afraid of the possibility of sadness before the complete memory of destruction brought by the controller of time disappears from the history of civilization.

"Character, what are you stupid?"

"Ah, Legion Commander!"

Suddenly, the old man who was thinking heard a familiar voice. He quickly stood up and looked at the path between the ridges not far away. There, a soul puppet was walking towards the wheelchair of a bald man with inconvenient legs and feet.

The chariot hurriedly came to meet him. He knew that the old guy who looked twenty years older than him, with dense wrinkles and seemed to be about to die was one of the former commanders of their Resistance Army and the only one who was alive.

The chariot took the wheelchair from the soul puppet, and the soul puppet with the appearance of a young black-haired man nodded, and then teleported and disappeared.

The old man pushed another old man and walked among the fields.

"That's it, right?"

The former commander of the chariot convoy, who seemed to have completely entered a retirement state, said this.

This seemingly old man was one of the few superpowers in the entire Resistance Army. His strength was enough to fight against an entire capable soul puppet army.

In fact, if he is willing to continue fighting and maintain his full state, the Legion Commander can still maintain his youthfulness for five years and 100% combat effectiveness.

But once he does not fight and the power he gathers is relaxed, he can only live for more than ten years in pain and weakness due to various injuries.

The former legion commander didn't want to live like this cowardly. Civilization had new hope. He felt that he should die, but many people, including the chariot, advised him with all their might.

"You should take a look! At least you should also take a look at the new beginning of our civilization!"

"What you once said is that death is just an easy farewell, but only by persisting in living is the greatest courage!"

The sincere prayers of countless people made the commander of the army full of courage. He insisted on surviving. Although this was indeed painful and weak, he knew that everyone was right. After all, who didn’t want to witness the future? Who has the right to give up his right to survive at will, and make the efforts of all those who fought for it fail?

Survival is not an innate power, but a spoil that forgotten heroes snatch from the cold world

Even if the giant gods from outside the sky come and defeat the master of time, that is because the resistance army persists in the endless cycle of reincarnation. If they have not waited for the God of Steel, they will continue to resist until they are destroyed, or hope comes.

"That's it, right?"

Pushing the small wheelchair, the chariot stared at the golden eyes and wheat fields ahead, and he whispered: "It's so beautiful that we want to see."

"Ahhh, you guys, stop talking about this."

Just ran over to see the old friend's former corps commander squinted his eyes slowly. He smiled and said insincerely: "A stinky wheat field? Do you think this little field is beautiful? This is not what I want to see! I want to see the scenery ten years later, I want to see them building a huge city, higher than the previous tower...Oh!"

"What are you thinking about? I'm thinking about this. It's better to practice the inheritance left by the God of Steel and live for hundreds of years!"

The chariot patted the other party's bare head without any worries, and the two old men laughed.

The laughter is filled with joy, joy, and the extremely complex feelings and tears after the bitterness and sweetness come.

And at the same time.

The center of the world.

Deep in the ruins of the spiral tower that has become the forbidden area.

A petite soul puppet walked slowly on the gray ground full of fine sand and dust, but no matter how soft the sand was, she would not encounter any dust on her feet.

Soon, the soul puppet arrived at the center of the forbidden area, a decisive battle place full of violent energy radiation.

Here, the God of Steel from the outside world fought a decisive battle with the master of time. The former won and the latter was destroyed here.

Little by little, approaching the center of the decisive battle in the past, the soul puppet appeared in the image of a girl had no expression on his face, but his heart was getting more and more turbulent.

"dominate."

She looked at the energy spectrum that kept leaping in front of her, and the petite soul puppet thought so: "I think we know the meaning of our life."

Soul puppets are born to exist for you and sacrifice for you. But whether for faith or for other reasons, you have not sacrificed us, and you have not given up on us again and again, and you have not thrown away us as a burden.

Some people think that it's just that you need our faith, but is it really the case? You'd rather die by yourself and rebuke us as defective products, and cut our relationship with you.

This shouldn't be.

Your sins should be ours. If you want to be destroyed by this, we should return the same way. If you give us life, we should exchange our lives for you for the greatest benefit. Even if my existence can only provide the most inconspicuous progress for your plan, it will be meaningful.

But, you, don't.

The soul puppet came to the center of the decisive battle. The girl-like puppet raised her head and looked at the sun at noon. The gray dust and unusual radiation dispersed their eyes and turned into a somewhat gloomy gray light.

"You long for a world without sorrow and without war."

The soul puppet, who had accompanied Fatlolfie for 320 world line changes, whispered to himself: "What you desire is only this, just peace and happiness."

But this simplest desire was distorted by extreme hatred. You forgot your original intention and fell into madness. You torture for the sake of torture and cannot be freed from this sad vortex.

But, my master.

"I will realize it for you, even if you can't see it again and confirm it again, but I will do it, and I will make this world you have hated and loved, the most praiseworthy star in the galaxy."

"I hope that at that time, you can forget all this, as an ordinary person, in this beautiful world, spend a lifetime without hatred, sadness, full of love and hope."

The soul puppet squatted down slowly.
To be continued...