This is a dark age.
The galaxy is burning. Thousands of years ago, all the optimistic deductions and guesses of the sages and wise men about the future of civilization were all invalidated. Prosperity and peace disappeared, all because the peaceful world ushered in uninvited bad visitors-the evil god of chaos seduced a few. This ignorant and pitiable race, while inducing tragedies one after another, casts its own shadow into this vast world, setting off a tide that is even darker than the shadow.
This was a time of rebellion.
The world is breaking. The vast war began to spread among the stars. Facing the God of Chaos that transcended despair and death, and their endless soul-devouring souls, the ancient omnic clusters awakened from the dust, and countless civilizations chose to rise up to resist. They and other orders races fight side by side to defend the galaxy. Countless people came one after another, trying to lead the unity of order to defeat the darkness and lead the light of civilization back among the stars.
This is a fragmented time.
The war intensified, and the fighting seemed to have no end. It could be seen that the stars in the Milky Way were extinguished one after another like blown out candles, leaving only the dead blackness, while each planet fell into the sea of fire and was eaten into nothingness, a curse for countless intelligent life. The hatred and hatred did not make the evil gods stay away from defeat, but instead caused them to gradually gather and get closer, like evil beasts attracted by blood.
The cries of the innocent and the roars of the rebels echoed intertwinedly, resounding throughout the heavens and the stars. Thousands of years of war and confrontation, while uniting all the civilizations of order, also caused the power of chaos to accumulate into an extremely dangerous state. It's a terrifying situation - the evil god's army has occupied all the places of shadow. They gather, gather, and press forward, and all civilizations can only choose to face it head-on.
Because they have no way out.
The age of glory and splendor has ended, and the age of suffering and despair has begun.
On the other side of the dark vacuum, a broken space station like a Ferris wheel was speeding silently. It could be seen that a large piece of this 'Ferris wheel' was missing. Based on the traces of the damage, it seemed as if some ferocious beast had removed the missing piece. A piece was chewed away. There was no life response in the damaged space station. Even the electronic equipment had stopped functioning long ago. Everything was dead silent, let alone responding.
On one side of the bright star, twelve void cruisers stood ready to stay at the edge of the heliosphere. Their position was the end of the solar wind and the place where the interstellar medium began to appear. This cruise fleet faced the oncoming The huge space station began to scan extremely seriously and seriously, and launched an unmanned probe to begin exploration.
"No chaotic reaction."
"Inanimate reaction."
"The functions are completely stopped, and there are no extraordinary power devices running such as electrical energy, psychic energy, and magic energy."
"It is estimated that the time of destruction was about 1,700 years ago - its last transition exhausted all its energy, and then it drifted in the vacuum, squirming little by little, and came to us."
As the unmanned probe gets closer and closer, going deeper and deeper into the damaged space station, the report becomes more and more detailed. It can be heard that the relevant detection personnel in charge exclaimed: "Wait a minute... A large number of plant seeds were found here. !”
"There is one here too! Strangely, this space station does not seem to have any design for living creatures. It only has maintenance facilities for automatic and intelligent maintenance and operation... It is a pity that it is also damaged."
"Ah! I discovered the biological genetic gene library here! Oh my god, there are so many, so many! This warehouse... does it store all the biological genes on the planet?!"
As more and more discoveries were made, the cruising fleet soon realized that after summarizing all the information, this space station that looked like a Ferris wheel was actually the 'fire' that carried all the information of the entire civilization.
In other words, a tombstone, a... suicide note.
By supplying energy and restarting some space station equipment, the patrol fleet's scouts soon extracted the civilization and history to which the space station originally belonged from the system that was not encrypted and even actively cooperated with the explanation.
It was a race that had just broken through the atmosphere and soared into the sky. It has been less than a hundred years since they first launched a satellite, and it is extremely difficult for them to even explore the moon, the satellite of their home planet. At the very basic extreme, they should be considered the most insignificant and inconspicuous category in the world of stars.
Then, such an ordinary and inconspicuous race encountered the invasion of the Chaos Familia.
The unmanned machinery communicated with the database of the damaged space station. The fleet members silently analyzed each other's records and transmitted the images: They saw that the dark shadow covering the sky was sweeping across thousands of stars. The sun was extinguished one after another, and the planets were one after another. dissipate. They saw the glorious wars and resistance of civilization in the universe, and the fleet representing order was eaten away by endless beasts.
This race has been discussing 'whether there are aliens in this world' for the past few decades, and now, the most powerful evidence has appeared directly in front of them, in the most cruel way.
They're scared, they're desperate, and no doubt they want to escape—but how? They really don't have any skills, and they don't have any strong people. They don't have much time to think about the Evil God Familia that may appear in front of them in a few months or a few years.
This huge space station equipped with the most elementary jump engine is the last voice of this civilization to the world.
“Is this the fire of our civilization or the tombstone of our civilization?”
In the space where all species information, all plant seeds, and all biological gene banks are stored in the world, an engineer who should be the engineer who built this space station asked confusedly before the end of the world: "Does it really make sense for us to do this? Those monsters are so powerful that the spaceship built by the Federation is simply destined to die... "
"it's the same."
Another engineer replied calmly: "At least we resisted."
"At least we chose hope."
last of the last.
One thousand seven hundred years later.
The dilapidated space station passed through the waiting cruising fleet. All the warships silently surrounded it and gently applied their psychic stance to slow it down and stop it.
"At least we see you..." A plant race closed his eyes and whispered: "You are not alone, we are with you."
More than five completely different races serve in the battleships, including plants, cicadas, spiders, apes and jellyfish - the Tehran galaxy is the frontline of order and chaos, and the closest logistics to the front line. Base, here, there are more than a hundred different civilizations and different fleets. Behind them represents the dazzling galaxy of the Galaxy Guardian Alliance, and in front of them is the chaotic evil that breeds shadow darkness.
Now, the dilapidated space station floats out of the darkness. This is the last fire of a civilization, the last tombstone, and a suicide note written calmly despite knowing that one will die.
—Another civilization struck down and destroyed by darkness, extinguished like a burned out torch.
But this does not mean despair.
"No matter how many times I see it, my heart will never numb."
The young, cicada-like race looked at the space station that was being slowed down by the psychic tractor beam, and the databases and warehouses were classified into the ship. His expression was extremely complicated, and his tentacles were trembling: "On the contrary, it will ignite anger. A desire to resist.”
All races nodded silently.
It is different from being invaded by other civilizations, different from civil wars between ordered civilizations, and even different from being eaten by interstellar beasts wandering among the stars, being eaten by swarms of insects, and being eaten by swarms of space plankton... Being destroyed by Chaos is, after all, Extremely meaningless.
The former, whether the resistance failed or succeeded, whether they blocked the invasion of the invaders, their country was ruined and their family was reduced to slavery; whether they were forcibly incorporated and turned into vassals, or the entire race and the planet were eaten alive, None of this matters, they are all part of the natural order cycle.
Of course, civilization may indeed be destroyed, everything will be wiped out, and no country, culture, or race can exist, but the losers will not completely disappear: because everything about the losers will be decomposed and absorbed by the winners and turned into nutrients.
Whether it is nutrition in the literal sense, or some inspiration in thinking, some sparks, some scattered fragments recorded in history, or it is dressing style, some influence on clothing design. Losers will always be swallowed up by winners, with no skin or bones left.
The winner then moves forward, fueled by the food in his belly. There will always be someone who moves forward, taking with them everything the loser has lost.
—Our civilization failed and became the food of other civilizations. Although it makes people clenched their fists, in the final analysis, it is still part of the reincarnation of order, just like the hunting of ligers and tigers on the grasslands of the ancient planet era. An ecological cycle like killing an antelope.
Culture will be absorbed, and technology will enlighten others. Even the seemingly useless body is still useful in the final analysis—even if it becomes fertilizer or excrement.
There is no need to be unhappy, just like who has never eaten other living things, or seen the body after death being decomposed and eaten by bacteria and other small creatures, even rice seedlings need to be watered with fertilizers, everyone has each other, the fate is destined , nothing is unacceptable.
But chaos is different.
The result of a civilization destroyed by evil gods is meaninglessness.
No one benefits from it, no one gets anything from it, victory is meaningless, destruction is meaningless. If we say that the war with other civilizations is a battle for survival in which two civilizations spend all their resources, no matter who wins in the end, there will be someone who absorbs all the nutrients in the end, becomes stronger, and goes higher - but is destroyed by Chaos, Then there will be no culture, technology, or shit. Chaos will only corrode the last remains of civilization into copies of itself. This is the ultimate nothingness, absolute emptiness.
"Collect these into the 'Life Vault' and hand them over to the 'Life Storage Program' next time... Our great leader, the benevolent Iron Chief, has been collecting this."
The fleet commander issued an order, and the jellyfish-like intelligent life used the psychic band to send a message: "Also, it's time to strengthen defenses - the great roundabout operation destroyed the 'eternal void anchor' of the Chaos Familia, and they are making a crazy counterattack. Find a second suitable location and create a new anchor point.”
"The experience of Qin Yaren has taught us a lesson. If nothing can be done, then destroy the planet yourself and never allow it to be corrupted and transformed by chaos..."
Commander Jellyfish seemed to want to continue talking, but all his thoughts were interrupted with a roar that seemed to appear directly in his ears and a majestic light that came directly from behind.
"What, what's going on?!"
Commander Jellyfish was shocked to call up the observation lens behind him, and then he saw that in the center of the Tehran Galaxy, the 'Jump Guidance Anchor' at the edge of the galaxy suddenly shined brightly - rainbow-like seven-color light appeared layer by layer, and then It turned into tiny streams of light, like heavy rain, extending towards the depths of the dark starry sky.
Just as it happened, a ray of light flew straight towards them, causing several cruisers to subconsciously avoid it.
But to be precise, this light was flying straight towards the Ferris Wheel Space Station, which was about to be completely disintegrated.
It was a red light—a light that represented anger, courage, unwillingness and resistance.
[Emotion is locked. Kumar Civilization in the Tehran Star Territory, you are filled with rage, and the time has come to fight back.]
The red light seeped into the space station like an illusion... and then.
It began to glow and tremble, and a layer of phantom condensed and took shape on the surface of the space station out of thin air: it was a race with strong arms and bodies, like a bear. He looked honest and resolute, and the phantom's eyes were not blank at all. There is only decisive anger and the courage to never bow down. The members of the cruising fleet couldn't help but exclaim, because this is the extinct race that built this space station.
Endless emotions stirred the whirlpool, and a huge seven-color light shone in the void. It illuminated all the resonant remains of civilization and at the same time gave birth to unwilling souls.
The civilized heroes looked directly into the dark void, and looked directly at those former enemies - they had indeed failed, and even the wreckage left no trace. They were awakened, but they did not have much power. These souls cannot change anything, they are just reborn into the world by a great will, allowing him to understand more clearly from the history of these civilizations how the world of stars has fought against chaos over the years, and behind the darkness, And how many evil gods are there
But that doesn't mean it's useless.
Because 'wanting to fight' is the final 'meaning'.
In the Atrium Galaxy, the silver world slowly rose amidst the cheers and prayers of countless people, becoming a star shining in the sky. A brand new sun was left behind by him, and the summoned warriors stirred the galaxy around. The trembling seven-color radiance submerged into all transition entrances and entered all portals. Starting from the nodes forged by countless civilizations, they spread toward every part of the starry universe.
Whether it is the uninhabited star wreckage, or the planet that has long since reestablished order, whether it is the dark realm invaded by chaos, or the huge fortress clustered in the center of the civilized galaxy, the light is spreading, briefly awakening all the unwilling spirits.
-he came.
The leader of the dispute has arrived. He stands and sees the ruins of all civilization's sacrifices and the tomb of unwillingness. He reads the history of the world, the voice of civilization, and feels the deep sorrow and long-lasting confusion of all life. He has arrived to uncover the truth. The bloody scabs not only bring pain, but also bring about a new era - he will lead life to fight, move towards rebirth, or towards destruction.
What doesn’t change is the fighting.
The dark ages have just begun, but Mars has already begun to spread beneath the curtain.
In an era when distant stars are still shining, and when the anger has not yet been completely extinguished, the final war in the vast world is about to be ignited.
Then the color of heaven and earth changed.
The seventeenth volume is officially finished. I was stuck yesterday. Today and tomorrow I will think about the details of the next volume... After all, it is really almost finished. Please forgive me.
Asking for a monthly ticket
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