"Farlan Winster, from now on, you will become the sword of light, face the darkness with this body, fight and protect the light in people's hearts, are you enlightened?"

"It's not easy to break into pieces."

With a green voice echoing in the quiet and empty Temple of Light, the young man lowered his silver-gray head and received the gray robe given by the elders and the three-finger badge symbolizing another layer of identity. He became the youngest gray robe scholar in the Light Society in nearly a hundred years, and also the youngest gray robe knight in nearly a hundred years.

At that time, the boy didn't know how deep and terrible the darkness he was going to face was.

"Ahem..."

The pain of suffocation forced his consciousness back from the edge of his mind. Flan curled up his shoulders and coughed violently. He touched the helmet on his head, coughing and looking at Lu Hailan sitting on the side.

"…Director…Due?”

Lu Hailan lowered his head and fiddled with the portable light brain in his hand, as if he hadn't heard it, but in fact he did not hear it, because they were still in the vast and dark universe. Flan struggled to sit up, his eyes staring at the surroundings with some confusion. This was a large metal platform, like the top of a box, flat, clean, and nothing.

A light screen popped out of the light brain in Lu Hailan's hand and was held up in front of Flan, with Lu Hailan's words written on it: "Are you awake?"

Flan blinked, reached out and poked the light screen a few times, and replied: "Where is this?"

"I don't know." Lu Hailan wrote, "There is a problem with the communicator and it cannot connect to the optical network, so it cannot locate its current location."

Flan pointed to the platform under his butt, meaning that he was asking this. Lu Hailan frowned and continued to write: "I don't know, it seems that no one is there. There is an entrance below. I haven't gone in to see it yet."

He pulled the flange to drift in the universe. He accidentally saw this big metal box and was sure it was a man-made thing, so he flew over and settled. The flange has always maintained a strange state like a soul leaving his body, and he didn't have the heart to go in and explore. Now the flange has finally woken up, so it's time to go in and take a look.

The two of them held hands and carefully slid down from the edge of the top of the box. They opened the miniature propeller of the space suit and looked for the entrance that Lu Hailan mentioned. The entrance was in the center of the other side of the square box, and it was also a square hole. Lu Hailan and Flan looked at each other and flew slowly in.

In the entrance was a huge circular gate, with interlaced incisors tightly closed. Flange grabbed Lu Hailan, who was about to continue flying inward, pulled him back to the near the entrance, and shook his head.

"This is an automatic circuit garbage recycling bin." Flange wrote on the light screen, "Don't get close to that door, it will be disposable as garbage."

In order to deal with the cosmic garbage produced by human activities, the Empire Sanitation Bureau has arranged such automatic garbage recycling stations throughout the universe, which will regularly come to inspect and replenish energy and collect stubborn garbage that is difficult to be destroyed. Lu Hailan scanned the space in the entrance. In addition to the huge circular gate in the middle, the location where they stood was in the gap of large robotic arms hidden on both sides.

"You go around and see, the entrance to the operating room should be outside." Flange wrote, "I'll search the inside."

Lu Hailan nodded, opened the propeller and flew out the metal wall. After confirming that he had walked away, Flan turned around and hid in the deeper gap in the robotic arm, unbuttoned the spacesuit seal at his neck, and took it off to his crotch. He took off his coat, bent his left arm, pressed his elbow and pulled it downwards. The upper and lower arms suddenly separated from the elbow joints abnormally. He pulled out the fake radius of the forged forearm, twisted it away, stood the back half on one side, pulled out the hem of the shirt, unbuttoned it, then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and fumbled it carefully on his lower abdomen with his fingers.

That damn seed is still in his stomach.

The Borbos are the second terrifying race that humans encountered in the universe after the Star-Devouring Zerg. They have life forms that are very different from humans, no less than the advanced wisdom of humans, and a unique racial social order. The Star-Devouring Zerg feeds on the planet, but the Borbos use the spiritual power, thoughts, emotions, memories, or souls of creatures. The adult Borbos can freely jump space in the universe and release spiritual interference waves named "spiritual attack" to organisms within a certain range. Apart from relying on the Tower of Light, humans currently do not have an effective means to resist such attacks.

Even the mental attack released by the juvenile body can easily cover a whole asteroid and turn all living things on the planet into walking dead. The only thing that is thankful is that humans also have a miracle that cannot be explained by modern science. The Borbos tribe cannot enter the universe protected by the Borbos tribe, unless it degenerates back to the form of seeds. The protection of the Borbos tribe is like a hollow shell. Once it enters the shell, its function will no longer exist. In the early stages of the war with the Borbos tribe, humans suffered a lot of losses for this. However, people later discovered that the Borbos tribe's seeds do not have any attack power. As long as they are discovered and eliminated in time before they wake up, they can avoid possible disasters. Therefore, in the east, the dark blue gem can be said to be the most unlucky thing. People would rather throw it into the sewer than wear it on them.

But if someone is interested in using it to create disasters, that's another matter. The seeds of the Borbos tribe will absorb the souls of the person who comes into contact with it. The more intense the other party's emotional fluctuations are, the more energy it absorbs and the faster it will wake up. The most intuitive manifestation is that the color of the seeds will become brighter and brighter.

The blood-stained gem was thrown to the ground. Flannel gasped and twisted the other part of the radius standing beside him, dripping the liquid inside on the wound on the abdomen. The liquid fell to the wound and condensed into jelly-like colloids, blocking the blood flow. He wiped the blood from his hands with his shirt, twisted the radius back into his left forearm, tied the shirt button, and put on the space suit again.

It took only a few minutes before and after, Lu Hailan had not returned yet.

Flan picked up the discarded seeds on the ground, stood up with difficulty, and slowly walked to the round gate. He sensed his approach. The huge incisors staggered on the gate swirled and made a giggle sound, opening the dark crack that was unsightly.

The seeds shining with bright luster drew an arc and were thrown into the dark crack.

Flange turned and left, the huge gate slowly closed behind him. After walking a few steps, he stopped, took off his helmet and wiped the cold sweat from his face.

"Damn it, I'm scared to death."

……………………

Lu Hailan searched the outer wall of the recycling station, but couldn't find the entrance to the control room. He didn't have any detection equipment in his hand, so it was even more impossible to pry each alloy plate up to check. In addition, his condition was also quite bad. The successive changes left him without time to rest at all, and the sequelae of the shock also made his head feel as if it was about to crack. The flange's condition looked worse than him, and his face was pale and black. Lu Hailan returned to the gap in the mechanical arm in the entrance and tried to use the light brain to transmit a distress signal outward.

After a while, he put down his brain and hugged his helmet with his arms.

One arm stretched over, flange leaned cross-legged on the robotic arm, pulled Lu Hailan into his arms, and helped him press the tendons behind his neck.

“It’s so uncomfortable?”

Lu Hailan listened to the sound in his ears, pulled the corners of his mouth, and groped and turned on the built-in communicator of the space suit, closed his eyes and said angrily: "Don't talk, waste energy."

"We must have starved to death before the energy was exhausted." Flan retorted seriously, "It's better to say a few more words while you're not dead."

Lu Hailan was silent for a moment and said, "What do you want to say?"

This time it was Flan's turn to remain silent.

The square garbage recycling bin, in the dark and endless universe, slowly moved along the preset lines. The flange raised its head, and its blue pupils looked like a calm mirror, reflecting the quiet and cold space they were in.

"When you first met, you left when you saw me. I thought you didn't like me."

"...I really didn't like you at that time."

Flan laughed awkwardly and changed the subject: "I wouldn't have brought you to Wei'an if I had known it."

"I'm quite grateful."

Lu Hailan opened his eyes, sat up, looked at Flan, and said word by word: "Good that I came with you and didn't let you die in a place where I couldn't see it."

Flan's lips moved, then showed his usual relaxed and careless smile, shrugging, "Now I can die where you can see it, it's great."

Lu Hailan didn't like his meaningless sense of humor, so he broke out of Flan's arms, leaned his head aside, raised his hand and rested it on his helmet, supported his elbows with his knees, and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Your Highness?" Flan whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"……Um."

"I suddenly want to eat the sauce elbow made in Beigong's kitchen."

Lu Hailan was silent for a moment and murmured. Flan didn't hear it clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said I want to kill you." Lu Hailan opened his eyes expressionlessly, "Please shut up and stop talking, okay?"

"But I'm very scared." Flan blinked at Lu Hailan and pointed at his chest, "The heart is so scared that it's pounding."

Lu Hailan believes that he has a ghost.

However, for a long time afterwards, Flan really shut up his mouth, and Lu Hailan's consciousness gradually sinks into his sleep, and in the hazy he seems to hear Flan's voice.

"I'm sorry, I..."

After not hearing what happened later, Lu Hailan thought in a daze and asked again when he woke up. He seemed to have a dream, but he couldn't remember the content of the dream at all. When he opened his eyes, the surroundings were quiet. Lu Hailan picked up the light brain that was placed aside and looked at the time.

It only took three hours.

Flan tilted his head and leaned against the robotic arm, as if he was asleep. Lu Hailan took a deep breath and felt that the symptoms of the headache were much better than before. He stood up with his light brain, walked slowly to the entrance, and quietly looked at the dark universe that was still so deep and vast.

After the spaceship adventure, did he arrive at the Universe Drifting? He laughed and dispersed the so-called thoughts in his mind and thought about his next plan. If he could contact the outside world, it would be the best. If he couldn't do it, he would also find a way to pass on the information for help. He was going to search the garbage station inside and outside. If he could find the control room, it means that he could use the communication equipment inside to ask for help from the outside world. This is the most practical method at the moment.

Lu Hailan returned to the place where he had rested before and patted the flange: "Hey, flange, wake up... flange?"

He finally noticed something was wrong, and suddenly squatted down and picked up the flange's helmet, staring at the other party with an abnormal gray-green face.

“…Flange!”
Chapter completed!