—Mom, I want to go home!
Although he wanted to be calm and pretend to be indifferent, in the final analysis, Kreller was still an ordinary twenty-year-old young man.
Rebel Amos the Great—the super strong man who can fight Marshal Radcliffe for days and nights without stopping? Elma wanted to die, but he didn't! If the death was of some value, such as sacrificing for Mycroft's world, then he might just grit his teeth and die, but this kind of death due to internal rebellion of the alien race... This is meaningless!
Krelle still remembered that when he was in the fleet, he vaguely saw the battle scene from the distance - under the battle of the Marshal, the Emperor and the Patriarch, star fields were shattered one after another, and the planets turned into nothing like dust. Even stars are just larger energy sources, and the world collapses like biscuits... Rebel against such a strong person
Woohoo... Kreler really misses his mother's pork noodles in his hometown.
All in all, when he realized that things were slipping into an abyss that he could not control at all, Kreller could no longer keep his face pretending to be calm. He could only cover his face with his hands and said to Elma tremblingly in a crying tone. : "Well, can I not participate in this matter? Can you send me back? If you really want to, uh, rebel, it would definitely be more convenient to join our Mycroft... I mean, can this matter be done? Can’t we take a long-term approach?”
"Okay, of course I'll take you home."
But unexpectedly, Elma nodded decisively. This otherworldly life that mimicked the appearance of a human woman agreed very readily, which immediately made Kreiler's breath suffocated, and he was hopeful, but then , but this hope quickly disappeared, because the calm mental fluctuations sounded: "But not now. There was a change in the royal court some time ago, and now the whole territory is under martial law. It would be okay if I was alone, but if I have to bring someone with me It would be extremely troublesome to follow you, as those stalkers can easily smell the scent of any non-Amos soul fluctuation."
As he said that, Elma looked at Kreller up and down, and narrowed his eyes in a humane way: "Of course, this is not absolute for me. It's just that you have to do something for me before I am willing to pay. The price is to send you away."
really
Kreiler, who was still crying, immediately regained his energy and regained his composure. He knew that the most important thing was coming. The other party went out of his way to rescue him, communicated pleasantly, and even bluntly told him that he wanted to rebel against Emperor Amos. Then there was absolutely no reason to let him go so easily - let's not talk about the other party first. When it comes to whether he will keep his promise after finishing the matter, now he can only cooperate.
Thinking of this, Kreller couldn't help but ask: "What on earth is that?"
Elma couldn't help but take a serious look at Kreiler in front of her. She found that the psychological quality of the human being in front of her was surprisingly good. Not everyone can quickly wake up from a long soul slumber, immediately accept the current situation, and try to fight for opportunities and control their own destiny. Although Kreller does show some dejected behavior, in essence, this is an emotional ups and downs that no creature can avoid.
After all, that was Emperor Amos - it would be strange not to be afraid, but it would be better to say that Kraler's behavior was normal.
The ability to quickly recover from negative emotions is also a very important advantage. This means that his inner core is very strong, but at most his outer shell is a bit brittle.
"It's really simple."
After performing a mental scan and confirming that Kreller indeed had no other thoughts, Elma raised her hand and could see that the translucent tentacles that made up its body began to emit a faint blue light, accompanied by a burst of small-scale teleportation. Fluctuation, a small box appeared in its hands.
Putting the box on the slowly raised bone plate in front of her, Elma's expression became solemn. She slowly opened the box, allowing the true nature of the things stored in it to reveal itself.
Krelle looked up curiously, and then he saw a silver light.
It was a transparent substance that looked like just a beam of light, but was actually a real 'substance'. It was placed in a rectangular bone box about fifteen centimeters long and seven centimeters wide, filled with Every ounce of space in the box.
Staring at the small beam of light in the box, a very familiar breath came to his face. Kreler blinked his eyes and looked at the light in shock. He raised his head and stared at Elma in front of him with a face full of surprise. He whispered subconsciously: "Do you know what this is?!"
"I know, it's part of the terminal of the exchange system that your Mrs. McLord spreads across the multiverse."
Treating the box in her hand like a treasure and placing it safely on the bone table, Elma raised her head and looked at Kreller. It said calmly: "According to the propaganda of your Mycroft civilization, and all the people who have used this thing, Judging from the feedback from the race, this exchange terminal contains most of the knowledge and technology of your Mycrov civilization, and its advanced level even exceeds ours... I worked hard and paid a huge price to get from a Get a small part of this repair terminal in the hands of a small civilization."
"You want to obtain the knowledge and technology and use it to resist Emperor Amos?"
Krelle couldn't help but raise his voice: "Are you sure?"
-This eldest sister...maybe she's the eldest brother. It's hard to guess the gender of a being from another world, maybe she doesn't have a gender yet... In short, is there something wrong with this guy named Elma's head? !
Not to mention the fact that it inexplicably rebelled against Emperor Amos, it was just repairing the light beam and redeeming the system... This kind of thing is in Kreler's memory, but it is a legendary creation made by Generalissimo Radcliffe himself! The power and technology contained in it are simply not something that ordinary legends can decipher!
Elma's strength seems very mysterious, but it is definitely not at the legendary level. At most, it is just a relatively strong ultimate intention. What can it use to crack it, and what confidence does it have
"Yes."
Elma did not hide its purpose at all. It said straightforwardly: "Although there is still an insurmountable distance between me and the earth, I believe that if I can get the knowledge to repair the light pillar, the possibility of successful resistance will be at least It will go from one part per trillion to two parts per trillion, and as long as it is possible to improve, I will work hard to do it.”
"It's just that Mrs. Mike Rowe has set up extremely strict authority settings for the exchange of light beams. The repair light beams given to each race can only be used by Mrs. Mike Rowe and each race itself. The part of the exchange light beams I obtained at a heavy cost can be passed on After giving me a small part of the basic information of 'Mykrov Common' and 'Mykrov Civilization', he never responded to my call. It just so happened that I happened to pick you up, and you are a pure-blood Mike Mrs. Luo."
After saying this, Elma nodded slightly, and said quite proudly: "I successfully copied your body through the relevant blood information recorded in the sphere that preserves your soul, resurrected you, and even restored you to life. Optimized it again... In the future, I will send you away from the scope of the Royal Court and give you a path back to the sphere of influence of the Mycroft civilization. But before that, you must help me extract the relevant knowledge in the exchange of light pillars. This is Deals and Contracts.”
After hearing this, Krelle finally understood.
The other party intended to use him as a transfer station to extract information, and he would be responsible for exchanging it and then handing it over to the other party.
In fact, Mycroft has already thought of this kind of thing. The exchange system and the repair beam strictly correspond to the corresponding race, and the exchange personnel will be tested before exchange to see whether they have suffered mental manipulation or modified cognitive organs. It even It can directly detect the fluctuations of the soul and analyze whether it is voluntary.
If it is not voluntary, then I'm sorry, the exchange system will not work. If you want to use strength, you can try and see which one breaks first, your fist, or this seemingly weak and weak repairing light beam
By the way, in the current battle record, the repairing light beam is a complete victory.
"…I can cooperate."
After thinking for a long time, Kreller said in deep thought: "Even if you are deceiving me, I actually have no other choice... But, can I know why you want to resist 'Amos the Great'? Without knowing this reason, I can't wholeheartedly Believe you, or believe your lies.”
—He is the supreme power of your race.
With this thought in his mind, Krelle raised his head. The black-haired young man who was born on the male side of the empire looked extremely serious.
He is Mrs. Mike Rowe. She was born after the legendary achievement of Emperor Israel. His childhood was spent in the invasion of black waves again and again. He grew up under the protection of countless imperial soldiers. The priests of the church opened schools to let He learned to read, the emperor of the imperial capital reduced taxes, and the new policy allowed him to join the army to support himself. He got the opportunity to become a transcendent due to the "Alien Exploration Plan" set by Master Nostradamus. Trained under Earl Cliff.
Krelle has seen many powerful people working to protect the Mycroft civilization, including the Seven Gods, Pope Eagle, Master Barnier, and Ms. Faina. Some protect their homes, and some cross the endless void with many soldiers. Coming to a distant place - he really couldn't imagine why a civilized individual would want to rebel against the strong men in that civilization. In his cognition and common sense, every strong man is a hero. Incomparably great people, they advance and retreat with civilization, and Krelle can't think of a reason why he should go against them, even if it is a hostile race that wants to rebel against a hostile strong man.
Therefore, the young human youth looked at the life in the other world, and Krelle looked at Elma seriously, waiting for the other party's answer.
Noticing Kreller's expression, Elma blinked—her mimicry looked more and more like a human—the Amos man was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked: "Mycroft Little guy, what’s your name?”
"Kreller." Kreller replied immediately. Originally, there were only two of them in the room at this time, and they still communicated spiritually. 'You and me' was enough, but the other party wanted to know his name, and he couldn't. Will not refuse.
"Very well, Krelle."
Sitting on the chair, Elma crossed her legs and said calmly: "Did you know that the war between the Royal Court of Amos and the Thakur Annihilation Order has lasted for fourteen thousand years?"
Noticing Kreller's shocked eyes, Elma shook her head slightly, and then continued calmly: "It seems you understand this concept. Fourteen thousand years, thousands of generations, the only purpose of our civilization is In order to overwhelm and destroy another powerful civilization.
“We cut down on clothing and live frugally, we invest our bones and blood, sharpen our hands and feet, we burn the world and the stars, and invest the limited time of countless people’s lives into this endless pit—all this has continued. Fourteen thousand years.”
Having said this, Elma smiled indifferently: "But there is actually nothing wrong with it. The Emperor is right. If a civilization does not have a strong opponent, it will quickly become weak - but the problem is, Our civilization has not become stronger for a long time."
"The technology of the Royal Court has been stagnant for many years - the last revolutionary technological advancement, the 'non-fluctuating hyperspace instantaneous jump', was already one thousand two hundred and seventy years ago."
Elma's tone was still calm, but Krelle could sense the slight anxiety and sadness coming from the other party's mental fluctuations. The Amos man continued: "Even the victory of the war is... whether it is victory or defeat. , we have not achieved it for a long time. We have been in a stalemate with the Order for nine hundred years. The struggle between us has even changed from a hot war to a cold war. We have expanded our armaments, built fortresses, and established hyperspace containrs at the borders. We face each other across the border, but we haven’t had a full-scale war for a long time.”
At this point, there was silence.
After a long time, Elma spoke slowly and continued: "We have stopped making progress. The process of civilization and race survival in the multiverse is to sail against the current. If we don't advance, we will go backwards."
Kreiler frowned and stared at the alien creature in front of him, and Elma also raised her head and looked at Mrs. McLord. She said softly: "I cannot accept that our civilization is gradually becoming weak. We must be strong. Always be strong, otherwise, we will be sorry for the corpses buried by us, whether they are compatriots or enemies."
—So, I want to reverse all this.
"After I made up my mind, I chose to become a 'scientific research individual', determined to serve the royal court with my talents, usher in a new era with brand-new technology, and launch a technological revolution. However, the war did not start, and the research and development motivation gradually dropped. , my funds are always misappropriated, and I am not a genius that comes out every thousand or ten thousand years. I can only waste a hundred years. Except for a small development in biotechnology, I have achieved absolutely nothing. I just feel that I am useless. What a waste.”
"Afterwards, I learned the hard way and understood that only strength can gain the right to speak, so I chose to change my job to become a 'combat individual', determined to use my own force to drive out the aliens, break the balance, destroy the Thakur Annihilation Order, and then stabilize the country and promote civilization. A new spirit. However, if I don't become a 'general' (the royal court's name for the legendary), I will eventually become an ant. I have touched the boundary, but my heart has never been able to stabilize. I can only linger on the edge and wait... I still can't I can’t rely on my own strength to turn the overall situation of civilization around, everything feels like fate.”
"In the end, I was still struggling. I became a 'general individual', wandering throughout the royal court, solving all the problems I could solve. I saw the suffering that our civilization is going through - the new life that is becoming more and more harsh. The child policy, the civil facilities that have not been repaired for thousands of years, and the dilapidated spiritual construction-so I am determined to help every Amos person I see. I want to reduce the suffering by one point, but the manpower is limited, and Wang The court is so vast, I can help one place, how can I help them all?”
"If anyone can do it, it's only 'The Emperor'."
After the long mental fluctuation ended, Elma raised her head and murmured in a complex tone: "Three hundred years have passed, and I began to think and summarize our civilization."
"What is the conclusion?"
Kreiler couldn't help but ask about the result. He and Elma were connected mentally at this moment, and he could directly feel the confusion and sadness of the other person. This was true and not a lie.
"We were not wrong."
"It's not wrong?!" Mycroft's young captain opened his eyes wide and felt incredulous: "Is this also right?!"
In his opinion, the social structure of the Royal Court of Amos can be said to be bizarre - one that divides the entire population into 'scientific research individuals', 'combat individuals' and 'general-purpose individuals', and all policies are for the sake of war and for the personal benefit of the emperor. A civilized structure born out of selfish desires, is this called nothing wrong
"It's not wrong." Elma lowered her head. She glanced at Kreller lightly: "It's us who are wrong, and the Emperor himself."
"Our 'Amos Royal Court Civilization' is built on the body of the Great Emperor. We are carried on the back of the Great Emperor. He drags us forward, so we move forward. And if He stops, we will also Stopped. We weak people who are being carried by others cannot change the strong ones who stopped."
Hearing this, Kreller had roughly guessed what Elma was really thinking. He swallowed and whispered: "So, you decide..."
"Yes, so I decided to rebel."
Elma crossed her fingers and placed them on her lower abdomen. At this time, she looked exactly like a woman with translucent skin, Mrs. McLord. The Amos native whispered: "I want to find an opportunity to escape from the Royal Court of Amos." . We Amos people must leave and become an independent civilization, instead of being carried on the back of the Great Emperor and always being weak being dragged forward by Him."
"The Emperor has blocked all disasters for us, and we only have to sacrifice our lives - this deal is really unfair. Even if we die, we Amos people must have the consciousness and belief to 'sacrifice'! I can accept that I sacrificed my life for civilization, but I cannot accept that I am the Emperor's tool, the Emperor's soldier, and the Emperor's chess piece in playing the 'civilization game', so I deserve to die!"
At this point, Elma's tone gradually became excited, and her human joints could be seen turning white, and her whole body was filled with substantial magic fluctuations. The Amos man said word by word: "We can fight and sacrifice. , but this is fighting and dying for the advancement of civilization, not for an order from the emperor!"
"We are all Amos people - although we are not as strong as the Emperor now, who knows the future? We can regard the Emperor as emperor, but it does not mean that he can treat us as chess pieces and slaves!"
At this moment, Krelle, who was mentally connected to Elma, seemed to be able to hear a voice.
-We are all strong! We are not playthings, not 'those to be pitied'! We are not the Deamos of old, who would rather choose death than the future!
Strong people will not be willing to be led by others. They all have extreme self-confidence and self-esteem. They may respect another stronger strong person and keep chasing his footsteps, but they will never willingly pounce on them. Under him.
"It's not enough for me... I may not be stupid, I'm still a genius, but I'm definitely not that genius, so I need external help, Mrs. Mike Rowe's exchange system, and your technology."
Elma stood up slowly. She walked to Kreiler. The Amos man stood calmly in front of him: "Kreiler, I need you to help me."
This is not a plea or an order, but an absolute equality and absolute mutual respect.
This is a deal, a contract.
A room, two people, communicating hearts, sincerity without lies: this is a place where there is absolutely no need to lie, and a place where no one lies.
—I help you, resurrect you, send you back to your hometown, and even help you become stronger, and you have to help me, help me obtain information and knowledge, and help me go further on the road of 'rebellion'.
In response, Krelle took a deep breath. He lowered his head.
At this moment, the young captain thought of many things... He thought of Marshal Radcliffe and many other legendary powerful men.
He recalled the fire that occurred in the Black Forest in his hometown a long time ago. He recalled that he was looking at Joshua with "adoring eyes" in the distance, who was subverting the world. He recalled his thoughts at that time - that was Extreme admiration and awe for the legendary strongman Joshua Van Radcliffe.
But this is wrong.
We can respect, we can pursue, we can want to become strong.
But we cannot worship.
Because worship is the farthest distance from understanding. If you want to become an independent strong person and an independent individual in the future, you must not 'worship' them, but believe in them, follow them, and become them.
"Yes."
Kreiler whispered to himself: "I can also become a legend, just like you want to rebel - maybe the possibility is extremely low, only one in a trillion, but you must take action, from zero to one in a trillion One, this is infinite progress... This is also a kind of rebellion."
To inferiority, to impossibility, to being smart, to denying one's future rebellion!
Kreiler raised his head and stood up as well - due to the mismatch between soul and body, severe pain struck again, but at this time Kreiler no longer cared. He looked at Elma and said seriously: " There is an abyss in front of you."
"Then what can be done?"
The Amos man stretched out his hand, and she said matter-of-factly: "Even in the face of the abyss, I refuse to give in."
"Emperor Amos made our civilization and our race grow like this. Each of us is a strong person selected from the bones of countless compatriots, so this is how we are born."
"This is the nature of our civilization and our race. We pursue strength and victory, and we can only be strong and win. This is our nature. The harder it is, the more challenging it is, the stronger we are, and the more we look forward to."
- Even if I am crushed by the Great Emperor and thrown into his Nebula Reactor, even if I am just a knife on the chopping block, it is better than giving up and praying for the 'impossible' and kneeling down - We Amos people are like a piece of pulsating heartbeat. Stone, ruthless, surly and cruel, will never give up even if a white blade is put to his throat!
"Is it our nature, Mrs. McCrow, to be cowardly?"
Kreiler sneered, even if his character is not strong, and he is often depressed, recalling his mother's meals in his hometown - but out of pride for his own civilization and pride for his own race, he will never bow his head at this time: "Then, I will help you - the possibility is only one in a trillion. It is enough. As long as it is doubled dozens or hundreds of times, one day it will become one!"
"In this case, the contract is established!"
Following the spiritual connection, the two reached an absolute soul contract.
Now that they have decided to cooperate, there is no time to hesitate. Elma immediately took out a large amount of life energy crystals that had been prepared. After throwing the crystals into the repair light pillar, Krelle reached out to this A ball of silver glitter placed in a box.
"Confirm, the available redemption points are 30134... Convert to the technology and props area... The conversion is successful and the list starts to be generated."
Although the repair beam is small, it has all the internal organs. If it is to be exchanged for things inside the battleship, it may be difficult to do, but if it is just pure technical data, it is no different from the intact one. According to Elma, Kreller She asked and started exchanging the information she needed one by one.
In fact, the Amos people may not have these technologies, but with Elma's authority, they have no way to access them, let alone use, correct, or try to improve them. The exchange system discloses knowledge that is open to all civilizations in the multiverse. It can effectively help her bypass the obstacles caused by seniority and authority, and enrich Elma's technical accumulation.
Most of the technologies Elma needs are not very secretive, and most of them are related to 'teleportation' and 'basic private construction'. It seems that she really sincerely wants to lead a group of Amos people. Breaking away from the protection of Emperor Amos, leaving the royal court to live alone.
Time flies, and the exchange points are used up like running water. Elma has carried the life energy crystals several times in a row. It can be seen later that she is already in a lot of pain - but there are not many opportunities. This time she can get it done in one go. Then don't leave it to next time, so even though her face was gleaming coldly, she still resolutely gave the pieces of life energy crystals to Kreler for exchange.
However, suddenly, Krelle stopped the exchange work in his hands and froze in place.
"What's wrong, Kreler? Didn't you find it in the exchange light beam? Or is there something wrong with your body?"
Elma was startled, and subconsciously stretched out a dozen tentacles, groping all over Krelle's body to see if there was any emergency - but soon, she also froze on the spot.
"Well… "
Face pale and sweating like rain, the young captain sensed a familiar aura from the repair light beam, and a rather playful command. Krelle swallowed, then chuckled softly: "I'm afraid... for a moment I won’t have to go back for a while…”
"I'm sorry, Elma, I'm afraid your plan... will also have to be slowed down."
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