Chapter 20 18

Mena.President Graystone couldn't sleep.She got out of bed, dressed quickly in her dark quarters deep in Government House, and did what she always did when she couldn't sleep, wandering the worlds. Her personal portal throbbed into existence.Graystone let her human bodyguards sit in the outside room, and only brought a miniature remote-controlled robot. If the laws of the Alliance and the regulations of the intelligence core allowed, she would not bring anything, but the regulations were not allowed. It's well past midnight in Tianlun Wu at the moment, but she knows there are many worlds where it's still daytime, so she puts on a long cloak, a Renaissance personal choker, and her trousers and boots make her gender and Class is unknown, although the texture of the cloak may indicate her status.

President Graystone walked through the one-time portal without actually seeing or hearing it, only feeling the tiny remote-controlled robot following her as she stepped onto St. Peter's Square in the New Vatican of the Peaceful Galaxy , Gradually gained height and visibility.For a second, she didn't know why she keyed in the code for this destination in her implant. Was it because of the former priest at the banquet in the Valley of the Gods?But then she remembered that when she was lying in bed unable to sleep, she had been thinking about that pilgrimage group, thinking about the seven people who left for Hyperion three years ago to face their fate.The safe star is Reina.Father Hoyt's hometown is also the hometown of his predecessor, Father Douhet.

Graystone shrugged under his cloak and walked across the square.The worlds where the pilgrims came from were as good as any other place she went; most of the nights she couldn't sleep, she went to several worlds, always returning to Tianlun before dawn and the first meeting five centers.At least this time it will be seven worlds. It's still early here, and the sky over Ping An is yellow with some green clouds floating around.There was also a smell of ammonia, rushing into her nose and making her well up with tears.The air there was thin and smelled of chemicals. This was a world that was neither completely terraformed nor completely inhospitable to human habitation. Graystone stopped and looked around.

St. Peter's Basilica is on a hill, the square is surrounded by columns forming a semicircle, and at the junction is a rectangular synagogue.On her right, there is a staircase at the opening of the columns, and about a kilometer down to the south, there is a small city clearly visible, with low, crude houses built among the woods that look like bones. The remains of a small creature long dead. Only a few people could be seen hurrying across the square or down the steps, as if they were going to be late for church.Somewhere under the great dome of the cathedral a bell began to toll, but the thin air made it sound without authority.

Graystone walked along the columns, head down, ignoring the curious glances of priests and street sweepers.Workers ride a beast that looks like a half-ton porcupine. There are dozens of fringe worlds like Ping An in the Ten Thousand Stars Network. The dark days of the Sanctuary are too Earth-like to ignore.It's great for a small group, like Catholics who come here hoping to renew their faith.Graystone knew there were millions of them then.Now there are at most tens of thousands left.She closed her eyes, remembering Paul.Archival footage of Father Douhet. Graystone loves Wanxingwang very much, and she loves the human beings in it; their shallowness, selfishness and inability to change, these are the characteristics of human beings.Graystone loved Ten Thousand Stars, enough to know that she had to help destroy it.

She returned to the small three-way teleportation relay station, teleported to the data circle with a simple command, summoned her private teleportation link, passed through and entered the breath of the sun and the sea. Maui︱Covenant.Graystone knew exactly where he was.She stood on the hill above First Station City, where Celie's tomb still stood, marking the spot where that brief rebellion began nearly a century ago.At that time, the first station city was just a village with only a few thousand people. Every festival week, there were flute players here to welcome groups of mobile islands heading north to the feeding grounds of the Equatorial Islands.Now the first station city has stretched to the place where the whole island is hard to see. The arc city and residential buildings stand in all directions, with a height of nearly half a kilometer, which is higher than this place where you can see the best view of Maui︱Covenant, the ocean world. Small hill.

But the tomb is still there.The body of the Consul's grandmother is no longer there, never really there but like so many symbolic things in this world, the empty crypt inspires admiration, even awe. Graystone looked out between the towers, beyond the old breakwater where the blue lagoon had turned brown, past the oil rigs and the tourist boats, to where the sea began.There are no mobile islands anymore.They no longer move in groups across the ocean, the tree sails heaving in the south wind, the pasture island dolphins that pierce the white foam. Those small islands have now been tamed and bred by the people of Wanxing.com.Those dolphins were all dead. Some were killed in battle with the Tyrannical Army, and most committed suicide in unexplained mass suicides in the South China Sea. This is the last mystery of this mysterious species.

Graystone sat down on a low bench on the edge of the cliff, and found a stalk of grass that he could peel and bite.This world was originally home to 100,000 people, with a beautiful ecological balance. After becoming a member of the Balian, how could it become an amusement park for 400 million people in less than ten years? The answer is: the world is dead, or its soul is dead, even if the biosphere continues to function in another form.Planetary ecologists and terrain experts try to keep it alive, keep the oceans from being completely suffocated by the inevitable garbage, sewage and oil slicks, try to mitigate or mask the noise and a thousand other pollution problems that come with prosperity .But the Maui-Covenant that the Consul as a child knew when he climbed the knoll for his grandmother's funeral less than a hundred years ago is gone forever.

A group of flying carpets using Hawking thrusters flew overhead, and the tourists on them laughed and shouted.Higher above them, a swarm of electromagnetic vehicles temporarily blocked the sun.In the sudden shadow, Graystone dropped the blade of grass in her hand, and rested her arms on her knees.She thought of the Consul's betrayal, and she deliberately took advantage of the Consul's betrayal, betting everything that this descendant of Siri, who grew up in Maui-Covenant, would join the Ouster's side in the inevitable battle of Hyperion .This is not her own plan, Li.Hunter also played a very important role in this decades-long plan. He arranged the most suitable person to contact the Ouster with exquisite means, so that his position was enough to activate the mechanism of the Ouster and paralyze Hyperion's time. Tide, betraying both sides at the same time.

And he did.The Consul, a man who has served the Balian for forty years with his wife and children, finally exploded with revenge like a bomb that had been buried for half a century. Graystone was not happy about this betrayal.The Consul had sold his soul, and there would be a terrible price to pay, both in history and in himself, but his betrayal was no match for the one Graystone was about to commit.As the president of the Overlord Alliance, she is the symbolic leader of 150 billion people, but she wants to betray all of them in order to save all mankind. She stood up, feeling her bones aged and rheumatoid, and she walked slowly towards the portal, pausing before the faint humming of the portal, returning visitor took a last look at Maui︱Covenant's last look, Breeze Blowing from the sea, but also the stench of oil slicks and refinery fumes.Graystone turned his face away.

The gravity of Lusus was like iron manacles on her cloaked shoulders.It is rush hour in the street square, thousands of commuters, shoppers and tourists are bustling on every passable floor, all kinds of people are crowded with the one-kilometer-long escalator, and the air is full of breath. The smell of the air and the oil of the closed system are mixed with the smell of ozone.Graystone avoided the expensive shopping floors and took a moving walkway to go to the Thorn Demon Temple, ten kilometers away. Beyond the base of the broad staircase, where the police exclusion zone was lit, was purple and green, and the temple itself was boarded up and dark; many of the tall, narrow, stained-glass windows facing the square were broken.Graystone recalled reports of riots a few months earlier and knew the bishop and his men had fled. She approached the restricted area, looked at the staircase through the floating purple light curtain, Braun.It was here that Lamia brought her dying client and lover, the former Keats model, to the waiting Priest of the Thorns.Graystone knew Brown's father well, having worked together in the Senate during their early years.Byron.Lamia was a very wise man. Long before Braun's mother came into society from the backwoods provinces of the Free State, Greystone had considered marrying him for a time, and after his death, Greystone Part of Dong's youth was buried with him.Byron.Lamia has always been fascinated by the Intellectual Core, and has always wanted to take on the task of rescuing mankind from the shackles of AI in the fifth century and a thousand light years ago. It was Braun who made Greystone aware of this crisis.Lamia's father, therefore, made her decide to commit the most terrible act of betrayal in human history. That is because of Byron.Senator Lamia's suicide made her train very cautiously for decades.Graystone couldn't be sure whether it was the intelligence core's secret agents who planned the death of the senator, or it was the means of the Hegemony ruling class to protect their own interests, but she was very clear about Byron.Lamia would never commit suicide, never leave his helpless wife and stubborn daughter like this.The last bill proposed by Senator Lamia in the Senate was to jointly propose to list Hyperion as a territory. This proposal could have brought that world into the Ten Thousand Stars Network twenty years ahead of the standard time.After his death, the surviving co-sponsor was the newly influential Mena.Graystone withdrew the proposal. Graystone found a drop shaft and went down past the shopping and residential levels, the industrial and service levels, the waste and reactor levels.Both her comm recorder and the loudspeaker in the drop shaft began to warn her that she was entering unauthorized and unsafe areas, beyond the lowest floor of the hive.The control program of the shaft wanted to stop her descent, so she used the privilege to cancel the command, silenced the warning voice, and continued to descend, passing floors without partitions and lights, passing through a bunch of tangled spaghetti wires, heated And cooling ducts, and outcroppings, and finally she stopped. Graystone walked into a hallway lit only by distant balls of light and scribbles of oily fluorescent paint.Water dripped from thousands of cracks in the ceiling and walls, forming toxic pools.The water vapor is coming out of the cracks in the wall. It is likely that the next door is another corridor, or a private room, or it may be just holes.In the distance came the ultrasonic screech of metal chopping metal; a little closer, the electronic shriek of void music.Somewhere there was a man screaming, a woman laughing, her voice echoing from shafts and pipes, and gunshots. Waste hive.Greystone came to a place where the cavernous walkways intersected, and stopped to look around, her tiny remote-controlled robot hanging down and circling around her, entangled like an angry insect.It was calling for security support, but Graystone insisted on higher orders so that its calls would go unheard. Waste hive.Here is Brown.Lamia's hideout for the last hours of her life with her mock lover before attempting to make their way to the Temple of the Bramble.This is one of the most vulnerable places on Wanxing.com. The black market in these places can provide everything from counterclockwise to overlord-level weapons, illegal cyborgs to private Posen life-prolonging medicines, which can make people younger Twenty years old, but it can also kill people.Graystone turned to the right and went down one of the darkest passages. Something the size of a rat with many legs scurried into a broken air duct and Graystone smelled sewage, sweat, ozone from overused reference panels, the sweet smell of pistol powder, vomit, etc. and other odors, as well as the stench of low-grade pheromones converted to toxins.She walked the aisles, thinking about the weeks and months ahead, and the terrible price the world was paying for her decisions, her paranoia. Five young men, rendered more beastly than human by underground creature creators, entered the passage in front of Greystone.She stopped. The tiny remote-controlled droid landed ahead of her, unmasked.The guys in front of her laughed because all they could see was a wasp-sized robot bouncing up and down and back and forth in the air.Probably because they have gone too far in biological modification, and they don't even recognize this kind of machine.Two of them opened the switchblade, and the other extended a ten-centimeter-long steel claw.Another showed a gun with a rotating magazine. Graystone didn't want to fight, and although the scum hive punks didn't know it, she knew that the tiny remote-controlled robot would protect her from five guys and a hundred more.But she didn't want to kill people just because she chose the waste hive for her walks. Go away, she said. The young men stared at her, with yellow eyes, bulging black eyes, slit eyes with thick upper lids, and big eyes like camera lenses.They spread out in a semicircle and took two steps toward her together. Mena.Graystone straightened, drew the cloak close to him, and took off the large collar so they could see her eyes.Go away, she said again. The young men hesitated.Feathers and scales fluttered in an invisible breeze.The tentacles of two of them trembled, and thousands of small sensory hairs throbbed. They drew back, moving as swiftly and noiselessly as they had come.Moments later, there was only the sound of dripping water and distant laughter. Greystone shook his head, summoned her private portal, and walked in. Sol.Wen Chaobo and his daughter are from Barnard Star.Graystone teleported to a small station in their hometown of Crawford.It was almost dusk at that time, and there was a neatly manicured lawn in front of the low white house, reflecting the taste of the Canadian Republic and the pragmatic spirit of the farm. All the trees were tall and luxuriant, and they were extremely loyal to the inheritance of the original earth.Dodging the crowds hurrying home after a day of work elsewhere at Ten Star, Graystone found himself on a paved road past brick houses built around an oval lawn.To her left, she could see a row of farmland beyond a row of houses, tall green plants, possibly corn, planted in dense rows, stretching to the distant horizon where there was still a sliver of sunset light. Graystone walked through this campus, guessing whether this was the university that Wen Chaobo had taught before, but he was not so curious as to check the data circle. Under the canopy of the branches and leaves, the gas lamps automatically turned on, A few stars were already visible through the gaps, beginning to appear in a sky that turned from blue to amber to black again. Graystone once read Wen Chaobo's book: "Abraham's Dilemma", in which he analyzed the relationship between the god who demanded the sacrifice of his son and the man who promised to sacrifice his parent and child.Wen Chaobo believes that in the Old Testament, Yahweh did not just test Abraham, but communicated in the only language that human beings understood about loyalty, obedience, sacrifice and command in this relationship at that time.Wen Chaobo also said that the message in the New Testament is the prophecy of a new stage of this relationship. In the new stage, people no longer sacrifice their children for any reason and for any god, but the entire parenting of parents Races sacrifice themselves.Just like the Holocaust of Jews by the Nazis in the 20th century, the temporary change of time, the three-way war, the centuries of turmoil, and the big mistake of 2238 may also be included. Finally, Wen Chaobo talked about rejecting all sacrifices, rejecting any relationship with God other than mutual respect and sincere mutual understanding.He writes of the complex demise of God, and of the necessity for a divine revival now that humans have built their own gods and placed them in the universe. Graystone crossed a beautifully shaped stone wall, and under the small bridge was a creek hidden in the shadows, whose location could only be known by the sound of water in the dark night. The soft yellow light shone on the hand-made stone railings. Somewhere off campus, a dog was barking and stopped.There was a light on the third floor of an old house, a rough brick house that must have been built before the Sanctuary period. Graystone thought of Saul.Wen Chaobo, his wife Sha Rui, and their beautiful twenty-something daughter have just returned from a year-long archaeological work in Hyperion and found nothing but the curse of the thorn demon, Merlin's disease.Saul and Shari watched helplessly as the young woman regressed back into a child, and from a child into a baby.Then after Shari died in a stupid car accident for no reason while visiting her sister, Saul was left alone. Lei Qiu.Wen Chaobo, her first and last birthdays are coming up in three days less than the standard time. Greystone pounded his fist against the stone wall, summoning her portal to another place. On Mars it is noon.The Tarsis slums have existed for more than six hundred years.The sky above was pink, and the air was too thin and cold for Graystone, even with the cloak tightly wrapped around him, and there was a cloud of dust everywhere.She walked through the narrow alleys and corridors of the resettlement city, but she couldn't find an open space where she could see nothing but a pile of simple houses and a dripping filter tower. The large forest here, where several factory green spaces used to be, was either cut down for firewood, or dead, buried in red sand dunes.Between the stone-hard footpaths of twenty generations of bare feet, there are only a handful of cacti used for bootlegging and scattered heaps of parasitic spider moss. Graystone found a low rock and sat down to rest, bending his head to massage her knees.Several groups of naked children surrounded her begging for money except for a few rags and hanging hooks. Seeing that she didn't respond, they ran away with a squeak and giggle. The scorching sun hangs high, Mount Olympus and Feldman.The majestic beauty of Kassad's Bajun Military Academy cannot be seen from here.Graystone looked around.This is where the arrogant man came from, and this is where he ran with other young boys before he was subject to military orders, reason and honor. Graystone found a hiding place and walked through the portal. The state of the Valley of the Gods is always filled with the smell of a trillion trees, and everything is silent except for the rustling of leaves and the sound of wind.Dawn with mid-tone chalk lights up the roofs of this world, a sea of ​​treetops reflecting the first light, every leaf quivering in the breeze, glistening with dew and drops of morning rain , the breeze blows, blowing the smell of rain and damp plants to Graystone standing on the high platform, the world half a kilometer below is still deep in sleep and night. A Templar stepped forward, saw the bracelet of her identity flicker under Graystone's wave, and stepped back, the tall, robed figure disappeared into the maze of branches, leaves and vines. Templar is one of the neatest twists in the game Graystone has played.It was something very special, unexpected, inexplicable, and worrying that they would sacrifice their treeship, the World Tree.In the war to come, no possible ally could be more necessary, nor more inscrutable, than the Templar.Wholeheartedly dedicated to life and the Prophet of Muir, the Brotherhood of Trees is a small but not negligible force in Ten Thousand Stars Network in a society that seeks self-destruction and waste, yet refuses to acknowledge such indulgence , is a symbol of ecological environmental awareness. (Where did Heid Mastermind go? Why did he leave the Moebius cube to the other pilgrims?) Graystone watched the sun rise.The air was filled with orphaned balloon bugs rescued from the Whirlstar massacre, their bodies of every color floating upward, like so many Portuguese man-of-war jellyfish.Radiant spiders spread their membranous solar wings to collect sunlight.A flock of crows broke through the cover and flew skyward, their cries echoing the soft breeze and rain that was coming from the west toward Greystone.The constant sound of raindrops on the leaves reminded her of her home in the Batafa Delta, when the hundred-day monsoons sent her and her brothers out in the fern thickets to catch toadbirds and Spanish moss snakes, Put it in a glass bottle and take it to school. For the hundred thousandth time it occurred to Graystone that there was still time to call it a day.At present, it is not inevitable to go all out to fight. So far, the Ouster has not launched an attack that the Balian cannot ignore.Jing Demon God has not been released, not yet. If she's going to save hundreds of billions of lives, she just needs to go back to the Senate and expose the truth about three decades of deceit and falsehood, and speak out about her fears and uncertain outcomes. (No, this must go according to plan beyond the original plan. Into the realm of the unpredictable, into the frenzy of chaos, where even the all-seeing Intellectual Core is blind.) Graystone walked across the platforms, towers, slopes, and drawbridges of the templar tree city.Tree-dwelling creatures from a dozen worlds or created by creature creators yelled at her, then fled, gracefully grabbing the thin vines three hundred meters above the ground and swinging away.In places where tourists and privileged visitors were forbidden, Graystone could smell incense and clearly hear the Gregorian chant of the Templar's Matins.Below her, the lower floors came to life, and the brief shower passed.Greystone returned to the higher floors, enjoying the view, and walked across a 60-meter-long wooden suspension bridge, which led her from the tree she was in to a larger tree, where six or seven A large hot air balloon, which is the only air vehicle allowed by the Templars to use in the Valley of the Gods, hangs obliquely, as if it can't wait to leave, and the gondola that the passengers are riding in is shaking like a heavy brown egg. These hot air balloons are cutely dyed in the colors of a variety of living creatures. Balloon bugs, king butterflies, toms hawks, radiant spiders, flies, now extinct leeches, squids, moon moths, eagles are colorful in legend Pose to never reproduced or made by creature creators and many other species. (If I go on, these will be destroyed, will be destroyed.) Graystone stood on the edge of a circular platform, clinging to the railing so that the age spots on her hands stood out from the sudden paleness of her skin.She thought of the old books she had read, those days before the Sanctuary, before space travel, when some of the rising nations of the Continent transported black Africans from their homelands to be slaves in the Western colonies.Wouldn't these slaves in chains and shackles, crouching naked in the hold of a slave ship, if that would have marred the beauty of that slave ship, or ruined Europe, would those slaves not have rebelled because of it, What about defeating their captors? (But they still have Africa to go back to.) Mena.Graystone made a sound that was part moan and part cry.She turned her back on the glorious sunrise, on the morning prayers that greeted the new day, on the beauties of balloons, living and artificial, rising to the dawn sky, and she went down to the darker place, summon the portal. She couldn't go to Martin the Last Pilgrim.Hometown of Cylenos.Cylenos was only a hundred and fifty years old, and half of him was blue from Posen's life-prolonging treatment. His cells still remembered the severe cold and colder freezing process of the dozen long cryogenic fugues, but his life More than four hundred years have passed.He was born there shortly before the destruction of the Yuan Earth. His mother was from the most noble family. His youth led a life mixed with decadence and grace, the sweet smell of beauty and corruption. His mother left On a dying Earth while he was sent into space so he could pay off his family's debts, even if that meant and it did he would have to spend years in slave labor on one of the most horribly backward worlds of the Starnet Work. Graystone couldn't go to Meta-Earth, so she went to Heaven's Gate. Mordfrey was the capital there, and Graystone walked along the gravel roads there, admiring the big old houses that jut out over the narrow stone channel canals.Those canals criss-crossed, leading to the bottom of the artificial mountain behind, which looked like an Escher ② painting.Beautiful trees and taller horsetail ferns grow on the top of the hill, lined up on both sides of the wide white road, until they disappear out of sight behind the curved white sand beach.Lazy tides bring purple spray that changes nearly a dozen colors before disappearing on the perfect beach. ② Maurits Cornelis Escher (Maurits Cornelis Escher, 1898︱1972): A Dutch painter who was obsessed with Italian landscapes, but his painting style changed drastically in the later period, using a perspective method that was not in line with natural vision. The famous work Relativity was presented with abrupt stairs and architectural directions Its idea is one of the representative works. Graystone stopped in a park overlooking the Murderfield Promenade, where a dozen couples and well-groomed visitors were breathing the evening air under gas lamps and shade.She imagined three centuries ago, when Heaven's Gate was still a barbaric territorial world, before it was fully earthed, the young Martin at that time.Cylenus is also suffering from cultural isolation, having lost his fortune, and is brain damaged from prolonged hibernation, and is working here as a slave laborer. Atmospheric manufacturing stations were only able to supply hundreds of square kilometers of breathable air and barely survived.The tsunami swept away cities, land reclamation programs and workers with the same indifference.Servants like Cylenus dug acidic canals, scraped air-breathing bacteria from the labyrinth of gas pipes beneath the mud, and the ruins and dead bodies that lay beneath the mud after the flood. (We do have some achievements,' thought Graystone, (though the Intellectual Core imposes our emotions, and though science is dying, and though we are addicted to the toys that our creations give us.) She was dissatisfied, and before her walk across the worlds this time, she had wanted to visit the home of every pilgrim to Hyperion, though she knew how little it meant.Heaven's Gate is where Cylenus learned to write poetry when his brain was temporarily damaged and he lost the ability to speak, but this is not his hometown. Graystone ignored the sweet music from the promenade concert, the electromagnetic cars that flew overhead like migratory birds, the pleasing air and soft lights that summoned her portal, Orders to teleport her to Meta-Earth's satellite: the Moon. Instead of carrying out her orders, her comms warned her of the dangers of going there, which she refused to heed. Her tiny remote-controlled robot hummed and suggested in a small voice in her implant that it wasn't a good idea for the president to go to such an unstable place.She shut it up. The portal itself began to object to her choice, and she ended up using her Master Card to manually modify the programming. The portal appeared tremblingly, and Graystone walked through it. The only habitable place on the moon of the meta-Earth is the mountainous area reserved for the Bajun Masada ceremony and the dark area called the sea, where Graystone walked out of the portal.The parade stand and drill ground were deserted, and the ten-level control field obscured the stars and the distant side walls, but Graystone could still see the distant mountains melted by the internal heat generated by the terrible gravitational tide, flowing into a new sea of ​​rocks. She walked across a stretch of gray sand, feeling the weight so light it made her want to fly.She pictured herself as a Templar balloon, lightly tied but eager to fly away.Resisting the urge to jump, she didn't stride, but her steps were light, and dust flew behind her feet. The air under the control field hood is very thin.Despite the heating effect of the cloak, Graystone shivered from the cold.She stood on the plain with nothing for a long time, trying to imagine that on this moon, human beings have taken their first steps after a long stagger from the cradle, but the parade platform of the overlords and the place where the equipment was placed The hut distracted her, choked her imagination, and finally she raised her eyes to see what she really wanted to see. The meta-earth hangs in the dark sky.But of course it wasn't Meta-Earth, just a great throbbing disk and that spherical wreckage of what used to be Earth, and that thing was brighter than even on the rarest of clear nights seen by Batafa. Any one of the stars was much brighter, but the brightness was strangely ominous, and cast a sickly glow on the marl ground. Graystone stood there, eyes wide open.She had never been here before, and she had never forced herself to be here.Now that she was here, she was desperately trying to feel something, hear something, as if some warning or inspiration, or even just some sound of comfort would come to her. She heard nothing. She stood there for a few more minutes, not thinking about anything, only felt that her ears and nose were starting to freeze, and then she decided to go back, it was almost dawn on Tian Lun Wu. Graystone activated the portal, and just as she was looking around for the last time, another portal appeared tremblingly less than ten meters away from her.She stopped.In Wanxing.com, there are no more than five people who can go to the moon alone. The tiny remote-controlled robot hummed and descended, floating between her and the man emerging from the portal. The one who came out was Li.Hunter, looking around, shivering with cold, came quickly towards her, his voice so thin it sounded almost ridiculously childish in the thin air. President, you must go back immediately, the Ousters successfully broke through the defense line in a stunning counterattack. Graystone sighed. She knew this would be the next step.Well, she said.Has Hyperion fallen?Can we get our troops out of there? Hunter shook his head.His lips were almost purple with cold.You don't understand, her assistant's thin voice came, not only Hyperion.The Ousters attacked at a dozen points.They are invading Wanxing.com! Mena.Graystone felt suddenly numb and bone-chilling, not from the cold of the moon, but from shock.She nodded, pulled the cloak around her body tighter, and walked through the portal, returning to a world that would never be the same again.