(Ask for a monthly ticket in the last two days of the month! It’s not too late this time, come here if you have a ticket!) The ancestors were carefully locked in a cage by their own children who had become gods, and they were worshiped as a group of spiritual idols. Neither can intervene in the affairs of the empire, nor is it allowed to contact "lower civilizations".
Is this kind of resurrection... really good for them? I suddenly felt that it was a mistake for me to bring my ancestors out today, a huge mistake, their position, that unique position, doomed them to not be able to view everything in Shadow City from a peaceful perspective like other ordinary races.
The Familia gave Ansers a lot of stimulation. Maybe he didn't have such an obvious feeling when he was in the base. After all, he could only come into contact with the Apostles of Xiling there, but outside, he saw the so-called "Familiars" Those who are "vassals" and "servants", those who live in the shadow city and serve the "gods" as servants of the empire, mortals like him.
The Xiling Apostles will not bully "lower civilizations", and the empire certainly does not have any regulations that discriminate against "lower creatures". However, at the same time, the Xiling Empire is definitely a hierarchical society.
The apostles treated all mortal species equally, not from moral "fairness" or any other "virtue". There are only two reasons for this kind of equality: the rationalized apostles have no time to produce such meaningless ideas as "racial discrimination", They have no time to classify a group of equally weak mortals.
Will you give each ant in the yard a ranking list of combat effectiveness? Of course, the Apostles of Xiling do not have the subjective idea of seeing other races as ants. They are happy to coexist peacefully with all intelligent creatures that can be allies, but the ultimate fact is that there are only two classes in the empire macroscopically: gods and mortals.
This is not only true of the Xiling Empire, but also of the Starfield Protoss and the Huron Protoss. In fact, no matter in any corner of the void, as long as there are multiple intelligent races living together.
Moreover, there are overwhelmingly powerful high-ranking civilizations, which will lead to such a situation. This is something that has nothing to do with morality and justice. This is a situation that will become a fait accompli as long as it appears.
Throughout the void, the only difference in this class status is whether the civilization at the top is friendly enough.
The rulers of Xiling in the old empire were regarded as tyrants by countless races, but now the new empire is more friendly, that's all.
The imperial family members are very aware of this, and they are also happy to accept the current peaceful and stable situation.
They are mortals, mortal wombs, and it is just an insignificant fait accompli that they stand in the ranks of the family members, just like Pandora's 1.2 meters, so in many cases she is naturally classified into the children's ticket group, while other people naturally have to buy adults. ticket.
It is such a fait accompli, even if Pandora blows up every ticket gate in the world, she is still 1.2 meters... The family members are happy to accept this division, anyway, the empire will not oppress them, and no one discriminates against them. The jobs they can take on, get everything they deserve, and if they want, they can also be friends with their "God" (albeit a bit rigid.
But the Apostles of Xiling should be regarded as very kind gods), they even have the opportunity to take the Emperor Xiling who came out to hang out, give him a big meal, and then let him treat him, because the emperor is richer-they can do this, but They are still mortals, and the opposite is still a god.
But for Ansers, the ancestor, the situation is different.
He is a mortal body, a spiritual symbol that is kept in a cage by the gods and looks up to him every day. He can see that mortals like himself are living ordinary lives outside the high walls.
He knew that he should be the same and together with those people.
But the children they had created with their own hands forbade it.
Because they are ancestors.
"We're completely different from you," Ansers said, looking me in the eye.
"You know what I mean, and I know your considerations.
You want to treat your creators kindly, but this kind of kindness is unbearable. I am a soldier and once a leader. I can't tolerate the days of doing nothing, and I can't tolerate being put in a hood like a rare animal.
And... To be honest, the Xiling people are extinct, and our civilization is now in your hands. We are just a few ghosts left by a group of races that died out many years ago. You recruit such ghosts to The mortal world puts us in a very embarrassing position. "
"I know, I know..." I nodded, but didn't know what to say.
I have thought about it a lot, and I can understand all of this: the dilemma faced by the ancestors, their awkward position, the house arrest-like "consecration" brought about by the care and chaos of the Xiling apostles, and a family in the whole family. The loneliness faced by people who are resurrected alone after their demise: Well, maybe not alone, but there are only a few ancestors who returned to the world, so how is it different from being alone? What they pursue is not their own survival, but their own civilization, but the civilization environment they are familiar with is now gone.
The empire was something completely foreign to them.
If the earth is destroyed, you are resurrected by aliens alone, and then live on a strange planet where even the sun is light green. You are locked in the laboratory every day, and the only survival value is to answer the aliens once in a while. For a question like "what was the earth like at the beginning", you see that there are many creatures similar to yourself outside the laboratory, and they are treated as pets raised by aliens... so no matter how good the environment in the laboratory is, What is the use? For the ancestors, the super-evolved Xiling apostle is probably stranger than aliens.
And their status as "ancestors" pushed this contradiction to an irreconcilable level.
"Actually, I used to live a mortal life, just a few years ago..." I rambled on and on, knowing that what I said was not convincing, the ancestors cared not only about "mortals" and "gods". The problem, they are the "mortals" who created the "gods", that's the crux of the matter, there's a whole bunch of tangled things up there, each one better than when I was dropped by an empire that fell from the sky a few years ago It was infinitely more complicated, and in the end I could only wave my hands, "Okay, don't mention my business.
Sandora's side... I went to persuade her. She is just a little nervous now, and she will probably wake up after being reminded. She should always listen to her husband's advice.
Just wait for a few days, I can assure you.
You are not just a sight to be looked up to, you have a vital role and a great mission..." "For example? ' Ansers interrupted me.
I racked my brains and had to quickly come up with an idea that would make my ancestors feel like they had something to do, which was really not easy, because in fact they really had to face an arrangement that was not very friendly to mortals: After the situation, the ancestors will be given the body of immortality, just like other family members who have experienced the promotion of the empire.
But they will not be allowed to be with those servants, they will be "protected" in the deepest part of the royal area, day after day, year after year, forever as a group of living spiritual idols, respected by countless Xiling apostles to "visit".
Until the end of time... This is Sandora's arrangement.
An arrangement that is "no problem" from the perspective of the Apostles of the Spirit.
I just heard about this too, and of course I know that this arrangement is terrible, but I haven't had time to raise objections with Sandorat. I'm just too busy with miscellaneous things these days. Now it seems that Anses has vaguely Aware of the terrible paranoia and ruthlessness of the Apostle Xiling, he almost knew how he would be placed, so he had a serious sense of anxiety, so I had to cancel Sandora's plan in advance.
She would understand anyway.
"Oh, by the way, I don't think I can remember it," or say that pressure motivates people, I racked my brains like this, and I really remembered something that I almost forgot, "We are looking for our hometown world. The coordinates of the Ark, you know this? But all the equipment that recorded the coordinates of the hometown are gone, and no clues were found on the wreckage of the ark.
We also didn't find any residual traces from the world barrier of the original universe.
So the last hope is you..." "Us? "Anses pointed to his head, "We are different from the Apostles of Xiling.
A mortal's brain doesn't have the ability to record void coordinates, that kind of abstract concept, just a footnote can burn out a mortal's brain. "
"No, you don't need to memorize the coordinates, I just need a rough description of the world that you old crew members temporarily docked in those years," I finally got my train of thought straightened out, which is exactly what Tavel gave himself in a report the day before yesterday. What I have seen, and it is probably time to put it into practice in the next few days, "I know, when you fled, the Apostles of Xiling hadn't formed yet, but at that time, the Starfield Protoss was a tyrant of the void, and their expeditionary force arrived Travel to unimaginable places—perhaps including the home world.
You should still remember the universes you passed through when you were in exile, right? Slowly remember what they are like, even if it is only the most vague description, then we can ask the protoss to check their database, and we will always find clues about our hometown. "
"Oh, it's like writing a memoir," Ansers finally showed a comfortable smile, "I dare not say anything else, but I am very confident in my memory.
You see, this is much better, at least we also know that we have tasks..." I suddenly thought of those retired old people who couldn't sit still: people who have worked hard all their lives will never be idle. The old man couldn't stand the leisure time and had to find something to do, and the old captain in front of him seemed to be like this.
His crew members are probably the same: the ancestors who came in exile, no one will be content with pleasure, right? I and Sandora didn't think well at the beginning.
"In a few days, I happen to need to go to the God Realm. Before that, I hope you can summarize a rough information. Well, the time may be a bit tight. This is the first time I can summarize as much as possible. Looking for the hometown world It's a long-term plan. I reckon that in the future we may have to regularly exchange information with the God Realm, which will keep you busy for a while.
In addition, if you really locate your hometown, then you will also serve as the guides of the fleet—that place is very unfamiliar to us. "
Ansers stood up suddenly, and the military salute was as powerful as a young man: "Understood, lead the fleet, and accept the mission!" The officer's appearance: "Then this important task will be entrusted to you, Captain Ansers."
In the end, the two looked at each other and smiled. I felt that I had finally made the right decision, and the old man in front of me finally regained his vitality.
At this time, I suddenly remembered something, and I fumbled in my portable space: "Wait a minute, just remembered, we found this on the wreckage of the ark, do you know whose relic it is?" He took out a small crystal pendant.
This is exactly the pendant found in the central control room of the wreck of the ark that day.
The woman in the pendant is guessed to be a relative of someone in the Ark Commander. It has been kept by me before, because it is an inconspicuous gadget, and I almost forgot it after a long time. Now I chatted with Ansers After a long time, I suddenly remembered this.
"This is..." Ansers' expression froze for a moment, and then he slowly stretched out his hand, but after touching the pendant, he retracted it like an electric shock.
As if not believing that the thing in front of me was real, I put the pendant in his hand: "It seems that this is your thing."
"Ah... yes, it's mine," Ansers held the feminine jewelry that didn't match his burly figure, "it's my Angela, it's my Angela... I thought it was damaged.
I really didn't expect to see you again... Thank you, thank you..." "May I ask, Angela is..." Although I had already guessed it, I still couldn't help asking.
"My wife," Ansers whispered, rubbing the corners of his eyes lightly, "we have been separated for a long time."
When counting the remains of the ancestors, we did not find anyone who matched the woman in the pendant, so this woman named Angela should have been dead for a long time.
Judging by Ansers' performance, perhaps that was before the Ark crashed.
"The Ark Fleet is in exile, while diverting. In order to increase the chances of civilization preservation, we are like spreading spores along the way, diverting a small group of colonial troops in a slightly stable area along the way, and letting them find a world that may be suitable for survival, Anhe Na is an ecologist on one of the colony teams."
"Isn't this kind of colonial team never going back?" I couldn't help but make a sound.
The Ark Fleet of the ancestors was quite backward, and they hadn't mastered precise navigation technology at that time.
And the entire fleet will not dock at all.
They are like a fleet sailing at night on a dark ocean, and each ship has only one order to "advance".
Once the diverted colonial teams leave the field of order, they will be drawn into endless darkness, and there is no possibility of returning.
"That's how it is. Everyone in the colonial team knows that this is a one-way ticket." Ansers nodded with a wry smile, "But someone has to do it. In order to preserve civilization, any feasible solution must be tried. The Ark Fleet was completely wiped out, at least those colonial teams that were separated in advance are also a small hope. A little bit of hope exists, even if it is slim, it can make us fearless of death."
Ansers lowered his head and stroked the crystal pendant nostalgicly: "Anhenna is my hope... I have always believed that she led the colonial team to find a stable world, and I firmly believe that she can spend the rest of her life in peace. Even if the probability is only one in ten thousand, I still believe so firmly, and it is precisely because of this 'firm belief' that I led the crew to the end."
"As long as you don't see the scene of hope shattered with your own eyes, you will cling to the end with one ten-thousandth hope," Bingtis' voice suddenly sounded in my mind. She was silent for so long, and finally came back to life. "Mortal... always such a weak and tenacious creature, God can't let go of his heart at all."
"Why do you have to separate the family?" I curled my lips with some distaste, "The colonization team should be organized as a family unit. Some people like this stay on the mothership, but their families are sent to the colony team. It doesn't feel right."
"Because I am the captain," Ansers shook his head indifferently, "and Angela was one of the only qualified ecological experts at that time, remember what I said, the weakness of mortals—we have to let To maintain order in the fleet, the captain must make sacrifices.
The first emperor at the time had two sons who were sent aboard colonial ships, a sacrifice we take for granted.
And think about it from another angle... For those who stayed on the Ark Fleet, this may also be a kind of sustenance. At least I can comfort myself, saying that Angela has found a new home safely, which was very popular on the Ark at that time. As a way of comforting ourselves, we will even hold false celebrations to celebrate the safe arrival of the No. xx colonial team in the new paradise-just to give hope to those who stay. "
"Captain!" Lu's voice suddenly came in from the side, interrupting the conversation between me and Anses. I saw several other ancestors coming over, and the little ones who were playing with them before I happily dropped a piece on me, and a few of them who were familiar with the "terrain" quickly found the pockets containing the candy and began to drill in to find food: what a simple and straightforward life.
"Close the team and prepare to go back."
Ansers straightened up and said to his subordinates.
Lu blinked: "Don't continue shopping? There are still many places I haven't seen."
"There is a mission."
Ansers said simply.
I noticed that other people did not feel the slightest depression because of the "interruption of sightseeing", but they were happy because of Ansers' "task".
It's long overdue.
After sending the ancestors back to the military area, I breathed a sigh of relief, and Bingtis finally appeared to show his presence: "How about it, I almost played it off-I reminded you once when you resurrected the ancestors. "
"Did you know that the ancestors would have psychological problems?" "I'm not fooling around after living for such a long time. I have seen more species changes and the rise and fall of the world than your hair!" After the silence, I finally couldn't help but start bragging again, and didn't bother to talk to her, just looked up at the clear sky.
Go back and write a letter to Xingchen, and set a date to go to God Realm-before I get a nervous breakdown from this female hooligan.
(To be continued.
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