What Soshiyan saw was an Aida child who looked like he had combined part of the Tyron Chitin layer. He stood barefoot on the ground in a simple long gown, with various expressions constantly stacking on his tender face. At this time, the prophet dome had already dried up and died, but it was extremely vivid and freely flowing with various breaths.
A gust of wind gently blew Veronica's hair on the side of her face. She walked forward with a smile, and under the child's somewhat blank gaze, she squatted down and hugged the other person with her arms wide open.
"Child, in the future...you name it Bandalam."
“…is…mother.”
The conversation between the two was so natural, as if they had already become familiar with each other before they met.
Then Veronica stood up in her arms, turned to Soshiyan, pointed at her and smiled:
"He is your father..."
The child looked at Soshiyang with a little fear, and Soshiyang smiled and stretched out his arm, Veronica asked the other person to sit on his arm.
"...Father..."
Soshiyan did not expect that the collision and combination of many souls of Ada and the Tyron psychic brainworm finally gave birth to such a consciousness body. What is it? Is it a subspace entity? Or is it a unique... Ada soul?
Or, the unique Tyron?
However, it seems meaningless to be entangled. Although it has awakened before, its consciousness is still in a hazy state similar to a baby. Veronica guides it out of the newborn chaos state as a mother, and it also instinctively regards Veronica as a fertile, which is a deep spiritual connection.
"Veronica, then what are you going to deal with it?"
Hearing Soshiyan’s question, Veronica thought for a while, and then replied:
"Just be by my side. Such a unique existence cannot be let go of it, right? What if there are any secrets we don't know about here?"
"I heard that Tyron creatures will be connected with their Gestalt consciousness no matter what. Ulanhuda's biological sages are also conquering this problem. Will there be such hidden dangers in the future?"
"It shouldn't be anymore. Its consciousness structure has undergone a subversive change. You can even regard it as a small moving eternal circuit, an eternal circuit that produces self-consciousness."
"So it's not too afraid of demons?"
"In theory, yes, but it will still instinctively fear the servants of the great enemy, which needs to be corrected through guidance."
"Ha, I feel like you judged it to be harmless at first glance."
"Yes, we are in its consciousness world. If it resists a little, I can feel it immediately, but in fact it is welcoming us."
"Then why did it attack me as soon as it meets?"
"Because you showed threats, it acted on instinct at that time. When you felt threats, it would naturally fight back. Including the feeling of thirst like Tyron, it is the 'roar' it uses to protect itself, just like a child who uses his limited means to scare off his opponent."
Soshiyang touched his nose, looked at Bandalam who was holding his arm and joked:
"It's not simply scaring it away. If someone else is crushed by it... Alas, does it still retain its previous memory as a brainworm? Or tell us some information about Tyron, I have always had a premonition that the Tyron Zerg will soon cause huge waves in the Milky Way. Bangula also did a data analysis for me. Since the First Tyron War, the number of Tyron fleets that appeared and reported in the Milky Way has been growing, but the previous growth figures are relatively stable, but in the past fifty years, it has almost exponentially increased. This may be a precursor to an unprecedented Tyron disaster."
Veronica thought for a while and shook her head.
"It is very afraid of touching this part of the fragment of consciousness. Although it does retain a little bit, I am actually considering removing this part of the fragment of consciousness... Maybe you can find something from it."
When a thick, gum-like substance appeared in Veronica's hands, Soshyan was suddenly surrounded by a cold and hungry wind, and then he began to observe the world through his eyes that did not belong to him.
There are countless existences densely distributed in the dark void. Although there are no reference objects around, Soshiyang subconsciously judged that they are very large and huge. Their bodies are composed of long undulating thorns, fins, wings and hard jaws. They are like fish in the sea, swimming in the boundless darkness in extremely dense formations. Their scale makes Soshiyang dizzy and countless, and even in the universe, there seems to be no end to see, and what they are facing is a ball of faint gray light, or a place composed of countless smaller lights.
It should be called, the Milky Way...
They come, with eternal greed and hunger, and a kind of hatred that Soshiyan can feel...
What is ‘it’ hating?
But Soshiyan could feel that as a whole, it possesses unimaginable terrifying power.
This is a very unique feeling, and it is difficult to describe in words what the spinning of fate looks like. Even in complex and precise spiritual language, it is still impossible to express it.
Even spiritual communication and shared memories can only barely touch this feeling. It cannot be understood that all subjective impressions will be submerged in an instant, as if only the pure mind can understand it.
But Soshiyan gained the credibility he needed, just as the remaining fragments of consciousness of the brainworms were part of the Hive Fleet, the Hive Fleet seemed to be a fragment of some larger overall will, just a tentacle of a larger thing, and this thing was completely beyond Soshiyan's understanding.
Suddenly, the picture turned, and their countless jagged mouths opened, spitting out a bunch of smaller shapes and landing on a planet, 'it' was dispersing deadly weapons to the ground, which were thousands of hungry beasts.
Many world deaths appear like tides, and its greed desire washes Soshiyang's heart, like sea water sways the foot of the cliff, trying to erode their foundations and destroy them.
But Soshiyang's consciousness easily blocked such pressure, and he continued to use his mind's eyes to observe the disappearing information in the fragmented consciousness.
The thinking of this creature is really terrifyingly monotonous. It can only devour. It swallows the genes of many races such as Oak, humans and spiritual races, constantly transforms itself and becomes stronger. Their perfect forging of itself is not only to devour more races, but also to destroy the entire Milky Way.
Chapter completed!