Chapter 1328: Long-term memory

Chapter 1328: Long-term memory

"This is what Lockhart left..."

After receiving the "substance" that gave off the slight radiance from the singer Tunara, Hao Ren said with emotion.

It was a shimmering fragment of only the size of a fist. The whole piece showed a sinuous texture. It was like a thin smog without solids, but it was completely opaque and had a certain weight. Hao Ren’s knowledge was also completely said. Can't tell if this is a physical or a virtual body. At the same time, although the owner of the debris has died, it is still undergoing regular expansion and contraction, as if it still retains its life characteristics.

The silver-colored spider silk is wrapped outside the debris, but it is not in contact with it. It is like a loosely braided structure, and the debris floats in the center of this "茧".

The spider silk cut off the energy exchange between the debris and the outside world, just in case.

“It’s like the “image” of an extremely powerful soul left behind after breaking.” Anthony, who has some research on the soul field, said with a beard, “The power of this 'Rocky Marton’ is really incredible, if not we can Directly borrowing the power of the goddess to attack it, its threat to the general reviewer is not small."

The singer Tunara took two steps in the original place. Eight elegant and long spider legs seemed to jump out of the dance according to the rhythm: "I felt the 'anti-shock' like the true power of God when attacking it. This is related to the bomb. The information you mentioned is consistent. Others probably don't have the clarity I perceive, but basically they should all have this feeling."

Tunara is a reviewer with similar qualifications and dragons. As a demigod from the promotion of the spider, she has excellent perception, which is the strengthening and extension of her former racial talent.

"Coughing... Ms. Tunara, my name is Hao Ren, not a bomb," Hao Ren coughed twice, looking at the "singer" very seriously, seriously suspecting that she was deliberate. "If the vague impression I read from the slate is not wrong, Locke-Mart does have some of the divine nature of the true God. It just lacks the vital information and the true control of this part of the divine. It can't be called Be true God."

Tanala is surrounded by her hands, and looks different and more sullen. The red eyes are more interested in the brilliance: "Yes... It’s really interesting. After you go back to the results, give me the research materials. I really like to collect them. Knowledge in this area."

"Maybe there will be some results now," Hao Ren fiddled with the spider silk outside the shimmering debris. "You two have a favor, protect the law."

Tunala stunned God: "Guardian? What do you mean?"

However, Anthony, who had a lot of communication with Hao Ren on weekdays, had some understanding of the situation of this "bomb". The old master suddenly remembered several special abilities related to Hao Ren in the database: "You intend to Read the memory of Lockerton directly in the debris?"

"The body is dead, and the soul has only fragments left. The danger of this thing should not be so high." Hao Ren smiled and raised the "茧" in his hands. "Ms. Tunara, how should this thing be opened?"

"Directly call me Tana, you can have one unit, plus a 'Ms.' called a stranger," Tunal said with a smile, and then smoothly on the "茧", originally required a powerful energy cutting device The spider silk seal that can be broken directly broke the road. "I probably guess what you want to do. Don't worry, I will watch you with Anthony. To be honest, I have the ability to read your legendary thinking directly. Very interested."

Hao Ren set his mind and slowly explored the piece of Locke Marton.

He felt his fingers touch a cold and constantly rotating "air mass". The density of the air mass was larger toward the inside. When the finger penetrated about two centimeters, the density reached a point where it could not be easily penetrated.

A slight stun hit, and then a lot of unknown memories of how many years have passed like tides...

At first, it was a ray of light, and then there was a swaying thing in the light. The swaying image gradually distinguished the different details, and then gradually became clear, turning into a red ocean and a boring sky.

This tedious sky and sea surface lasted for a long time, until a special individual suddenly appeared.

It was a figure in the red ocean. It was covered with a layer of fog. It may be because the memory was too long and the face was blurred. It may be some more mysterious reason. Hao Ren could not see the appearance of this figure, but In the first time of this figure, Hao Ren realized who "she" is.

In the view of Lockerton, this figure quickly came over. She seemed to be very pleasantly surprised and excited. She had been turning around the circle and turned around for more than a dozen laps before she had a voice directly in Hao Ren’s heart. It sounded, no, it sounded in the heart of Lockerton that year:

"Ah is moving! This is moving! Success! I am successful!"

The great joy spread along the spiritual connection, and this emotion became the first feeling in the memory of Locke Marton: joy.

The birth of life is worthy of joy.

"You will be with me in the future!" The figure that was understood by Locke Marton as "mother" quickly said, "I want to give you a name... the name is necessary, it is very useful!"

It is a name, but in fact the mother did not think of the name for a long time, because she did not seem to understand what the "name" is.

It was given the name "Rockyton" and it was already after the glowing fireball flew thousands of times in the sky.

Slowly, Locke Marton knew a lot about the mother and the birth of her own.

"Mother" seems to be the only life in the world that is not born later.

She lived in this place many years ago. I don’t know where to come from, and I don’t know where to go. My mother can’t understand her origins, and she doesn’t understand why the whole world can’t see the second one. Her similar individual. She wandered around in this invisible red sea, aimless, doing nothing, and before she thought of the idea of ​​"making a gadget with her", her greatest hobby was lying on the sea to observe the sun. The operation and the stars at night. Observing the sun is a boring thing, because it is always the same, and watching the stars is more interesting, because the stars are many, and there will always be some changes.

Occasionally, there are occasional more interesting things happening: the burning stones will suddenly fall from the sky and make a particularly large splash on the sea.

Mothers can spend thousands of days and nights because of these waters.

But watching the stars and waiting for the meteorite to fall on the water is not too interesting. The mother finally got tired and bored, and her growing sense of loneliness made her depressed.

After a long period of time, she finally decided to create something that could accompany her, something that was similar to her, or at least active, and able to communicate.

She failed many times, and finally, in a random mess, she finally succeeded in making it, Locke Marton.

A blind, savvy, ignorant piece of meat.

This is the birth of Locke Marton.

In some wonderful, detached perspectives, Hao Ren saw Lockerton in his childhood.

It is a small piece of dark red meat. It is only the size of a human head. It has no visible parts and a slight symmetry. It floats lazily and ignorantly on the water, and sometimes it is held in the arms of the mother. Communicate with your mother with clumsy snoring and tremors.

Mother took it to the whole "world", chasing the storm in the red ocean, chasing the sun, observing the stars, going to the bottom of the sea to find glowing cracks, even drilling into the fissures, exploring the hot lava, they are still at sea level I found a small piece of land, the only land on the whole "world". The mother built a small house on it with stones. The open space around the house is filled with the mother's collection: from the bottom of the sea. Stone tablets, crystals, and the metal core left behind by the falling stones.

In Rockman's most primitive memory, everything has a warm feeling.

However, after countless years of precipitation and wear and tear, many memories of the far-away memories have already faded away. Hao Ren read the memory of Lockerton. In addition to the deep joy of the beginning, most of the content is empty and cold.

It records these extremely long-lasting things coldly, archiving these memories as a machine without emotions, and storing them in the corner of the soul.

In memory, it gradually grows up.

Mothers have gradually grown up.

The mother slowly discovered some of her own strength, so I began to grasp them and try them little by little.

She seems to think that her children should also learn these skills, so they have injected their own power into the body of Lockerton.

Later, the memory looks even colder and paler.

The power of the gods is a too powerful toy for Lockerton, and it is deeply fascinated by it.

It begins to squander these forces, and whatever the consequences of these forces create or destroy will satisfy them.

It is gradually dissatisfied with the mother's control and is not satisfied with this monotonous world.

The mother likes to observe the stars, and then she has the idea of ​​going to the stars. She learned how to get into space, even flying on the surface of the glowing fireball in the sky. After she came back, she told Locketon that it was very bright. Very bright place.

Locke Marton felt that this was an opportunity to leave this tedious red planet, so it was once again clever and hoped to explore the stars with his mother.

The memory is even colder, and even the moving pictures are gradually covered with a black mist.

What seems terrible is what happened during that expedition. It will explain the reasons for the complete distortion of Lockerton and some secrets of the goddess of creation, and this memory is deeply buried.

Hao Ren continued to sneak into the depths of memory. (To be continued.)