great-warnovel Chapter 185 Nuwa
Chapter 185 Nuwa
The embers slowly suspend in mid-air due to magnetic attraction.
The sword cannon was accumulating energy, with layers of blue-green light gathering deep within the cannon body, and the energy circuit lit up.
This is no ordinary attack; to destroy a primordial artifact, firepower alone is not enough.
The five-faced judge looked at the stone, his sorrowful face finally breaking into silence.
"Are you really going to destroy it?"
The energy-accumulating buzzer of the vector-guided sword cannon responded to it.
The five-faced judge set off anxiously, but did not make a move.
Optimus Prime's ion cannon was still aimed at it, and Megatron's fusion cannon hadn't moved either; it knew it couldn't get through.
"That could be a matter of life and death!"
"Do you want to judge creation itself?"
"But isn't destroying it another sin?"
Inside the main hall, everyone waited quietly for the vector's answer.
Alita stood a little distance away, while Tongtianxiao and the Faheng Knights guarded the entrance.
They looked to the vector, seeking her judgment.
The vector stared at the five-faced judge:
"It can indeed create life, but it can also find a reason to do evil in the name of life."
"Just like the impermanent heaven, and just like you later thought you were merely establishing order."
"Each time, the reason can sound beautiful and reasonable."
The embers spun slowly in mid-air.
"As long as it exists, there will always be someone who wants it."
"Therefore, I will not gamble all the unborn lives on whether the next person to pick it up will be clean and just."
The five-faced judge stared at her blankly for a long while before murmuring softly, "You destroyed it to make up for the rest..."
The energy stored in the accumulator vector continues to rise.
The cannon vibrated slightly, and the blue light had been compressed to its limit, but it still did not fire, because it was still a little short for a divine artifact.
It was at that moment that the dormant patterns deep within the flame lit up—one of the signatures left by Wuchangtian.
It emerged from the depths of her flame, flowing little by little along the inside of her breastplate to her right arm. Warm white patterns crawled over her shoulder armor, around her elbow, and finally climbed up her longsword.
The blue-green light on the cannon was supported by the ancient patterns of the Impermanent Heaven.
When the five-faced judge saw it, his entire mutilated body froze.
It certainly recognized it; it was the Creator's signature, a trace left by the Impermanent Heaven.
Suddenly, all the machines heard a voice, deep and sincere with apology and regret.
"I repent."
The five-faced judge remained motionless, another tear falling from his sorrowful eyes.
It had waited for those words. In Quintessa's earliest courtroom, on the day it learned that its own nature had been manipulated, and perhaps even before killing the Impermanent One, there was still a fleeting moment when it waited for the Creator to speak and admit something.
But it wasn't there then, so it stopped waiting.
But just when it had deteriorated to this point, we actually heard the creator apologize.
The five-faced judge seemed to be nailed to the spot by that sentence.
The signature pattern of Wuchangtian on her sword resembled a stamp that had been consumed and burned to its end.
She used magnetic attraction to toss the embers high into the air.
The stone, detached from its pedestal, hangs at the highest point in the center of the main hall, resembling a small star.
The next second, the vector pulled the trigger, and the blue beam of light, enveloped by the signature pattern of Wuchangtian, struck the ember stone directly.
The warm color of the ember stone quickly contracted inward, as if it were absorbing all its light at the last moment.
Then countless cracks began to appear from the stone core.
Warm white, pale gold, cyan, and the last ancient light pattern before the Impermanent Heaven's signature burned out all simultaneously burst into light in the center of the main hall.
The entire sanctuary was so brightly lit that it lost all shadows.
The embers shattered into countless tiny particles of light, which raced outward from the center, passing through the main hall, the columns, the pale blue and white walls, and the entire sanctuary hidden at the bottom of the sea.
The vectors presented Aquitron with a spectacular fireworks display so grand that the seabed was filled with white light and the roar was almost silent.
The light shone through the collapsed artificial seabed, piercing through the churning mud and black water, illuminating the shark spirit lost in the dark depths.
The deep sea of Aquitron was briefly and completely illuminated.
It was born deep beneath the sea, breaking through the seabed that locked away the song, and blossoming in the place where the five-faced monster hid the evidence of its crimes.
The five-faced judge was illuminated by that light.
It saw the vector standing in the center beneath the fireworks, its blue-green optical mirror illuminated by warm light, and the Cybertronian chief judge, a defective product, raising his still-warm sword cannon, thus personally stitching together the entire shattered deep-sea sky.
It suddenly remembered a distant, azure planet.
It was once observed there by Cybertron.
The civilization on that planet is still young. Judging from their age, some time has passed since the so-called age of dinosaurs, and even their iron tools and city-states are still very crude. Their history is still being passed down orally from generation to generation around the fire.
But they already have a myth.
One of them tells the story of a powerful female deity mending the broken sky.
She wasn't the one who broke the silence that day, but she still made amends.
The five-faced judge found it absurd at the time.
Why should we bear the consequences of a rift that we didn't create? Why should we take on someone else's misfortune?
Now, the fireworks from the embers reflected on its broken face, and it stared at her blankly, suddenly thinking sluggishly.
— Cybertron now has its own Nuwa.
A flawed product, burdened by greed, selfishness, fear, and bias, uses its unwavering will and fleeting moments of naivety to mend a broken sky.
The embers completely disintegrated, and the residual shockwaves spread outward from the depths of the sanctuary, causing the sanctuary to begin shaking at the same moment.
Without the Emberstone and the control module, the first breach appeared in the layer of pale blue-white bubbles that isolated the deep sea.
A soft sound came from above the main hall.
Click.
All the machines tilted their heads up at the same time, and the second crack swept across the surface of the bubble.
The Black Sea began to surge in.
Just moments before, Smokescreen was still reeling from the spectacular scene when it exclaimed in surprise on the channel, "Wow! The bubbles are going to pop!"
BICk0 simultaneously warned: "The waterproofing layer has collapsed! Evacuate immediately!"
Dust began to settle on the dome of the sanctuary, with gravel and metal dust falling from above.
The five-faced judge was still watching the embers disappear into the face of the vector, as if he hadn't yet woken up from the fireworks and "I confess."
The vector quickly reconnected to the left arm, just in time to see the first wisp of seawater squeezing in from the crack in the main hall.