sacrifice.
The foundation of civilization is based on sacrifice.
The blood of hunters is spilled in the wilderness full of wild beasts, and the bones of warriors are scattered on ancient battlefields. When they have to fight powerful aliens, it is the voluntary sacrifice of the brave that allows more people to survive the attack.
From the oldest bark books, we can know that chaos existed tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, our species had no magic, no fighting spirit, no ether, no spiritual power, and of course, no holy light. At that time, we had nothing, and if we wanted to win the right to live, we had to sacrifice.
Tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors fought and poured their blood and entrails on the fertile soil of civilization. We continue to sacrifice and move forward. The heroes hold the flag and lead countless people to step forward on the bones of the forerunners. Our blood order A new generation is born and the bloodline continues. Even though our civilization has found powerful forces one after another in constant battles, and the aura of magic energy and fighting spirit shines like a beacon, illuminating the future of our civilization, the cornerstone of the lighthouse is still the countless ancestors. Sacrificial bones.
Zessel was flipping through the ancient books. This creature with two rows of eyes, four arms, and a snake-like lower body was squirming and moving. It was surrounded by visible spiritual energy fluctuations. It silently read the ancient history recorded in the books in its hands. , completely unaware of how noisy the surrounding environment is.
"Mycroft civilization has completely recovered - it's not just a small matter, their warships are flying through the void and reaching the edge of the galaxy!"
"We should have noticed when we tracked the ancient dragon in the abyss last time that we were the only ones who could dispatch multiple 'legends'—is that what they call them?—legendary super lifeforms at the same time, except for the demon overlords of the abyss. .”
"Chaos is resurrecting, and we have detected the fluctuations of the evil god... Although these fluctuations were quickly suppressed by Mrs. Mike Rowe, they will definitely come back, just like they have awakened."
"Is it the return of Chaos that leads to Mrs. McLord's resurgence, or is it Mrs. McLord's resurgence that makes Chaos decide to return?"
"Don't forget, compatriots, it was precisely because of 'their' arrogance that we had to shrink here and survive!"
This was a meeting that would determine the future fate of Chartres civilization.
Around the huge oval conference table, the elites, leaders and scholars of Chartres were debating fiercely, trying to convince each other.
Chartarians, this name may not be remembered by many civilizations in the multiverse, but if you say 'Star God', then there will definitely be many races who will show expressions of sudden realization and then become vigilant.
The Star Gods - once a behemoth that ruled dozens of star fields in the central galaxy. This civilization has been fighting against Chaos since its birth. Their home world is located around the lair of an evil god's family, and right next to the Chartres The year they stepped into the void and claimed to be gods, they completely destroyed the hotbed of chaos and placed its last remains as their trophies in the center of the central hall.
The Chartres people are lucky, and the Chartres people are also unfortunate. Fortunately, except for a lair of the Chaos Familia, there are no other more powerful terrifying behemoths around their home world. Unfortunately, this ambitious and full of thoughts about the distant future The civilization of desire was born in this galaxy with the Mycrof civilization and the Sanctuary civilization.
Young civilizations who have not experienced that era will never be able to imagine the despair and fear of that era.
The stars and star fields they once observed, the stories and legends they once fantasized about, and the ancient constellation stories were all just small stars in the territory of super civilizations. Long before their civilization was still fighting against wild beasts, , the void battleships of the super civilization have sailed over the skies of their world, and they have even watched the sacrifices and struggles of their ancestors.
They are able to step out of the void simply because the void civilization in the central star region does not have the habit of destroying seedlings, and the chaos invasion that they regard as their formidable enemy is just a low-level threat that cannot even infect a single world.
The arrogant Chartres learned to develop in a low-key manner after hitting the wall several times. They no longer show xenophobia, but gradually become neutral, because they know that civilizations that exclude other civilizations will only be crushed by more powerful civilizations like ants. Death, several extreme civilizations have used their own destruction to teach the Chartres a lesson, and the most conspicuous among them is an artificial intelligence civilization - those metal heads that kill everything and are enough to exterminate the entire Chartres without hesitation They collided with the Mycrov civilization, which was obsessed with its own great wonders. As a result, the entire fleet was turned into ashes by a powerful god.
Gradually, they began to expand and began to try to catch up with the most advanced civilizations. In this regard, they did not mind other civilizations learning from their own shelter civilization. They were happy to see the results. The drafters of this huge federation invited the Chartres to join them. Sanctuary manuscripts, while the Mycrov civilization is immersed in its own world. They rule a vast territory, but they would rather create half-planes and wonders one after another than rule those that are too far away. land.
"One day, distance will no longer be distance, and we will master the boundless deep space."
This was what Mrs. Mycroft liked to say at that time. These furless second-hand bipedal upright creatures were so arrogant that they didn't even bother to look down at other civilizations, even if the territory of the Chartres expanded. Counting dozens of star fields, in their eyes, he is just a relatively well-developed child.
And in fact.
Their arrogance is not arrogance, but fact.
By the time the people of Chartres realized this, it was already too late.
Darkness is coming.
The brilliant Milky Way is shrouded in shadow.
Countless evil gods and demons have descended on the entire galaxy, and an incredible number of chaotic monsters have swept across thousands of worlds. Because of this, the destiny of the Chartres civilization has been completely changed.
The fleet collapsed and the fortress disintegrated. Under the attacks of multiple evil god dependents, the seemingly prosperous star god civilization collapsed one after another, losing every battle. First, the farthest enclaves, and then the colonies around the central star field, were swept away. Facing the coming tide of chaos, the lights of civilization were extinguished one by one, and the entire galaxy turned into a pitch-black darkness.
The people of Chartres are both lucky and unfortunate.
Fortunately, perhaps because of luck, or perhaps because of their destiny, no evil god came to attack them. However, due to the attack of the Familia alone, at least the defense of the mother system could be maintained.
Unfortunately, except for the home system, tens of billions of Chartres colonists died completely, their souls dissipated, and their bodies decayed, becoming food or a source of energy for the Chaos Familia.
So, they blocked.
The people of Chartres have blocked their home planet and their civilization in one world. They are trembling like ostriches, with the mentality of 'I can't see you and you can't see me', desperately trying to get through this. Winter.
In fact, they succeeded.
Thousands of years later, the name of the Chartres people still exists, unlike other civilizations that have turned into ashes and scorched earth.
Zessel closed the ancient book in his hand, then looked up at the conference table where the debate was still going on.
"stop fighting."
It said in a deep voice, and as the powerful Chartres man spoke, the entire conference table fell silent: "If they didn't come to us before, it was because of disdain. Then now, they don't come to us, just Because there is no time now.”
"We actually have no choice at all - now that the Mycrof civilization has reappeared, it is only a matter of time before they find us... Whether it is equal exchange or extortion of resources, do you think we have a choice?"
Zeseer laughed softly and said: "The weak never have a choice, so it is better to choose the opportunity yourself."
Some of the other Chartres people nodded, some shook their heads, but no one raised any objection.
This is the little privilege that Zeser, as the strongest person in civilization, can have.
"Isn't this really exposing yourself on your own initiative..."
There was still a voice, a small voice echoing in the conference room. This voice was a little unwilling: "Chaos has reappeared. Why don't we continue to hide? We no longer have the strength to fight those monsters again..."
What greeted these words was Zessel's cold gaze.
The Chartres man waved his hand, creating a huge light curtain in the center of the conference table. The light screen flickered, and then showed the current appearance of the Chartres home world.
It can be seen that this is a small continental world, with seawater accounting for 60% of the world and only 40% of the continent.
The meeting room of the Chartres people is located at the top of a two-thousand-meter-high skyscraper.
Similar skyscrapers are as dense as fungal hyphae, like a honeycomb, occupying 30% of the continent, and most of the other 70% are covered by a large number of super giants. Building occupied.
Industrial and population pollution have turned the coastal seawater into gray-black, and the clouds in the sky are gray-brown and highly corrosive. Tens of billions of Chartres people are gathered in this small world, and they carry similar protection. The mouthpiece of the mask was crawling among the sky bridges and pipes. There was no hope in his eyes, only the deepest numbness.
sacrifice.
For the continuation of civilization, the people of Chartres have sacrificed too much.
When the last golden fleet of the Chartres was cut off by the retreating civilian ships, everyone believed that it was the final sacrifice - just like the brave men who stood up to protect their home tribes in ancient times, they chose to sacrifice for the sake of more people's lives. Let yourself die.
But it wasn't until the migratory civilian ships arrived at the mother world and billions of people lived on this small continent at the same time that they understood the true meaning of sacrifice.
—When survival itself has become a kind of torture, loving death is just a choice. Since nothing can be worse than now, why not try to take the initiative to go out and choose a more possible future
"If we take the initiative to go out, we can still barely find a chance of survival for the Chartres people." Zeseer raised his head and stared at the starry sky that had become extremely bleak compared to thousands of years ago. He said helplessly: "Then continue We have no future in this world that is on the verge of destruction."
Chartres are not the only people making similar choices.
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