Hearing this oath, the old man just smiled softly.
"The Holy Land fell? How is it possible! That natural disaster... did you see something? No... I shouldn't ask this question."
That sharpness is not easy to detect, but its existence is so conspicuous and full of contradictions.
In fact, when reading this memory, Lu Zhou was quite skeptical about the rigor of this ritual and whether the future could really be predicted through such unreliable methods.
Putting his dry claws on Noir's lips, the old man interrupted Noir's question, looked at him with meaningful eyes, and continued, "When you get there, you will naturally know what to do... That is only for Your mission."
However, Parker civilization seems to firmly believe this.
"Don't be so confident. This is a journey of hundreds of thousands of light years. It's not just threats from the universe itself. You may encounter many travelers who are also inspired by the spirit of the universe. Many of them are far stronger than us. Moreover, not all travelers have good intentions, and it is not easy to survive."
Perhaps because he listened to the old man's words, or perhaps because of his obedience due to piety, Noir nodded silently and said nothing more.
For example, the grassland planet under his feet is one of the hundreds of colonized planets of the Parker civilization.
Parker opened his eyes, turned around and looked back, and saw a soft beam of light falling from the clouds, and a figure slowly landed on the blue grassland along the light.
The prophet "predicts the future" through a special ritual called "psionic ritual", tells the "best arrangement" to the "chosen man" who is the only one who knows, and orders him to fulfill his mission.
However, it is completely different from the grasslands on earth.
Silently accepting the influence of the parting atmosphere, Lu Zhou did not get involved in the plot.
"No need to thank me, everything is the will of the spirit of the universe."
For another example, the short average life span makes them look down on life and death, and believe in reincarnation and the afterlife... even though their science has never truly proven these two things.
"Thanks."
As mentioned earlier, in the history of Parker civilization, the prophet played an important role, and the chosen people were the prophet's right-hand men.
After a brief moment of silence, he changed into a relieved tone and continued.
Noir lowered his head humbly and said.
…
The grass here is blue, just like the endless ocean, with waist-high waves swaying in the wind blowing by. In stark contrast to the blue of the horizon, the sky is like a burning flame, exuding a breathtaking energy.
That old man...
The same goes for Noir. The two of them just looked at each other, letting the wind on the grassland blow gently, playing this farewell prelude.
It was like a sharp blade, piercing deep into the bone marrow.
For example, they prefer to solve problems through primitive duels with cold weapons rather than negotiation.
"But, I believe you."
"Ah sneeze!"
Just when Lu Zhou was surprised by this strange situation, the old "cat man" suddenly spoke.
"... Take 10,000 steps back. Even if you don't find it, you don't have to feel guilty about it."
Today's technology is getting more and more advanced. He vaguely remembers that when the Phantom system was first launched, the VR helmets launched by major manufacturers looked as bulky as motorcycle helmets.
Lu Zhou met the old man's eyes again, and just when Lu Zhou was trying to read some clues from his eyes, a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind, causing him to react suddenly.
Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, "Lu Zhou" couldn't help but close his eyes.
And almost at the same time, at the moment he closed his eyes, a memory that did not belong to him poured into his mind like a flood.
The old man smiled, carefully looked at the face of the young man in front of him, nodded slightly and said, "Under its guidance, the bravest man in our civilization came to me. To be honest, it took a long time A long time ago, I had my doubts about psychic rituals and oracles, but now I am extremely convinced that this is all for the best."
"The spaceship and luggage are ready."
While muttering to himself, Nuwa suddenly raised his head, placed his right fist gently on his left chest, looked firmly at the old man in front of him, and promised, "I will definitely reach the center of this galaxy. ! Find a way to resolve the crisis!"
At the same time, on the far side of the skyline, a fiery red gaseous planet that is countless times larger than the distant star occupies one third of the sky.
Then, the scene changed again. This time it was not in the arena, but in a spacious palace.
Idealism and authoritarianism, the technological level is probably in the early to mid-interstellar era, and the development ideas are completely different from those of the powerful and autistic Jialan Empire.
However, something strange happened.
It can be said that the industrial machines of Parker civilization have never truly entered the military field.
Just like looking at his own child, the old man looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to remember this last face forever.
It will take me who knows how many years to reach the destination.
Its advantage lies in that because the conflicts within civilization basically ended in the Cold War Age, and the long feudal era injected the concept of grand unification and authoritarian ideological trends into civilization, even if several regime changes and rises and falls occurred during this period, The resulting turbulence also transitioned smoothly into small-scale local conflicts.
"Congratulations, warrior named Nua."
Regardless of what kind of magical technology these Parkers used to travel between high orbit and the planet's surface, Lu Zhou followed Nuwa's line of sight and took a few glances at the man with dry hair and hair who "walked" from the beam. Parker, who is aging, tries to search for clues about this guy from scattered memory fragments.
And even if you reach the end, there will probably be no chance to come back here again.
As for the body that Lu Zhou is now inhabiting, it is a warrior whose pronunciation is similar to "Nuwa". Just a few days ago, he defeated his opponent in a duel with the name of God's Chosen on the line and became A glorious chosen man.
Just like the Jialan people like to breathe the metallic air in the ring world, these cat-like solitary Parkers can spend a whole day on the empty prairie.
In the underground laboratory of the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study, Lu Zhou was sitting on a bed next to the computer when he suddenly sneezed without warning.
However, this time, the old man didn't seem to intend to say much. After studying him for a long time, he only used a very vague description to summarize the entire prophecy, and then said the "best thing" that belongs to the chosen one. s arrangement".
A man dressed like a servant of the gods placed a green light-emitting stone on his forehead, murmured in a language that even the observer's civilization could not translate, and then placed the stone on his forehead. Open palms.
It's hard to describe exactly what this feeling is and where it comes from.
As if frightened by the sneeze, a drone with a small TV flew over from the side.
After setting the startup time of the neural access device, Lu Zhou closed his eyes and muttered "system" silently in his heart, and soon entered a pure white space...
[Master, master, do you have a cold? Do you need Xiao Ai to check your body? QAQ]
anti-gravity
Supported by high cultural identity and the concept of grand unity, they seemed to have no penalty for expansion. Even before mastering faster-than-light communication methods, the colonies maintained an unimaginable unity with their home planet.
Because their home planet lacked metal minerals, it took them a long time to move from the Iron Age to the Industrial Age. During this long period of time, they even achieved the unification of civilization in the Iron Age.
Now, companies such as Warwick and Rice have launched ultra-thin high-end products of their own design. After wearing them, you don't feel any discomfort when you lie flat on the pillow, and you don't even feel that there is a metal shell covering your head.
Entering the industrial age as a single civilization was both an advantage and a disadvantage for them.
Although he was still a little worried, Lu Zhou's order was absolute. The drone floating next to him flew back with a whine, and was replaced by a manipulator connected to the wall, handing over a pitch-black virtual reality helmet. Arriving in front of Lu Zhou.
From this perspective, these furry guys seem to know less about learning the lessons of history than humans.
Just when Lu Zhou was thinking about why the old man suddenly looked at this "God's Chosen One" with sharp eyes, a strange feeling suddenly crawled onto his scalp.
"I hope you can find that slim hope in the center of this galaxy."
Reaching out to take the streamlined helmet, Lu Zhou put it on carefully, then lay back on the soft mattress.
When Lu Zhou opened his eyes again, he saw a grassland.
The earth-like planet under his feet should be a satellite of a certain gaseous planet.
Or... some kind of technology that he doesn't understand.
At this time, footsteps came from behind.
"The natural disaster is approaching. No one is spared. There is a flame from the border to the Holy Land... Your mission is to go to the center of this galaxy and find a way out for our civilization."
[All right. Q('·ω·｀)]
At this point, the old man suddenly stopped talking.
What you are looking at is “yourself”!
That man's cloudy pupils were filled with kindness.
His limbs could not move, but his facial features were still normal. Lu Zhou, who had possessed the body like a spirit, took only half a second to figure out the situation.
In Lu Zhou's or Nua's memory, although there was a long and lengthy memory about the old man, his name did not appear.
Their bodies are covered with downy hair, and their height is generally between one and one-and-a-half meters. They have flexible sharp claws, strong feet, and upright animal ears. They look like large cats that walk upright—the kind without tails.
It's almost a convention.
From those fragmentary fragments, Lu Zhou roughly figured out what "thing" the owner of this memory was, as well as some of the "story background" that happened before this memory.
However, in terms of technological level, these furry guys seem to be much more advanced than human civilization, and Lu Zhou has nothing to complain about their stance...
"No, I'm fine." Lu Zhou rubbed his red nose and muttered to himself, "I guess someone is thinking about it again... Let's continue."
Let’s start with the most important thing. This memory does not belong to the Jialan civilization, but to a group whose pronunciation is similar to “Parker”.
Therefore, at this moment, his attention has been completely taken away by the prophecy about natural disasters.
As the spiritual leader of the clergy, a profession called prophet played an even more important role than the king in the rise and fall of the entire civilization.
They are more inclined to flaunt honor than to use morality as a code of conduct.
And compared to building a home, they are biologically inclined to live alone. They are more inclined to migrate to distant and empty habitable planets, and do everything possible to occupy more land - even if it is some undeveloped wasteland.
Although their civilization contains the gene of advocating force, this gene has been "transcribed" in a completely different form from human civilization.
As if waiting for something, the man standing on this grassland did not move, just quietly looking at everything in his sight, as if he wanted to engrav the beautiful scenery before dusk deeply in his mind. Same as here...
However, just when Lu Zhou was thinking hard about the clues about the natural disaster, he suddenly found that his cloudy pupils had become sharper from unknown time.
A man who looked like a referee stood in front of him and raised his hands vigorously as the audience cheered, announcing his victory.
The memory started smoothly.
Blood splattered and the screen continued to flicker.
Nuwa did not speak, just maintained a respectful posture, waiting for the old man in front of him to tell the prophecy that belonged to the Chosen One.
Judging from the wrinkle-free terrain, the geological activities of this generation should be infrequent—or in other words, the geological activities of the entire planet have become stable. In addition, the ecosystem on this planet should be much simpler than that on Earth, and there are no traces of artificial development.
Even though there were only a few times in their history, the Chosen One did the "right thing" for the good of the world after following the Prophet's teachings.
The torn scene flashed by, and standing in an ancient Roman-style ring arena, he defeated a terrifying opponent with the iron blade in his hand.
At the same time, when Lu Zhou was reading those memory fragments, he noticed that there was a huge priest class and aristocratic class in the Parker civilization.
At this moment, the wind on the grassland suddenly became noisy.
Seeing that the young man in front of him listened to his words, the old man showed a smile of approval on his face.
"How do I find it—"
Shocked by the astonishing prophecy, Noir was stunned for two seconds and then immediately asked anxiously.
"Shhh."
"Your genes, your blood, your bones, your culture, and your language, everything is proof of our existence. You carry all of us, even if the great Holy Land is finally swept away by this Even if we perish in the disaster of the universe, we will not waste our lives in the long years."
Gravitation rays
I was a little confused about the change in the plot.