I really didn’t expect Father God to come over by himself. By the way, this morning, I was holding a teapot of popcorn and sprinkled it on the ground in the yard to feed those little crows and wild jingle bells (does this scene look familiar to you? Yes , just like feeding pigeons in the square—I’ve been keeping those mini Madison and wild Jingdong as pigeons for several days), then I heard the gate of the yard clanging twice, and I ran over to see that Father God was dressed in the same Standing outside like an overseas Chinese returning home to visit relatives, he chatted with me: "I'll drop by - can you pay the fare for me?"
I didn't care about being surprised, I opened the courtyard door and looked out, and saw a yellow and white taxi parked on the side of the road, and a driver-like person was looking around there in a daze: around our house With the permanent psychic interference force field arranged by Sandora, the "focus of consciousness" will be lost within a certain range of the house, and the driver will probably soon forget why he drove here.
I found out that God the Father took a taxi from the bus terminal, so I hurried to put the money into the driver's hand, and the driver was about to drive away at this time, when I saw a stranger running out of nowhere to give him money. Qian was still shocked, and waved his hands with me repeatedly: "Wait until the place to pay, our company has regulations, these two days are not allowed to charter a car privately..."
This driver is really an honest man, I quickly threw the money into the car and ran back: otherwise, I would have to be dragged around for 20 kilometers. After I ran back to my home range, the taxi driver was confused for a few seconds, then turned on the ignition and left, while I grabbed Father God's arm: "Why are you here suddenly, I'd better tell you sooner." Going to buy leeks…”
God the Father: "..."
"Of course I'll prepare something else for you by the way..."
"It's not necessary, there are so many rules when you come here," Father God said with a lukewarm smile, "The main reason is that the database has already counted everything, and the situation... is a bit complicated, so I have to explain it to you personally. Oh , don’t worry, it’s not bad news, there are clues, but I’m afraid it will take some effort to find your hometown.”
I knew that the other party must have something to do personally when he came over, so I dragged him into the house, but just after taking two steps, a dozen black or green goblins flew up from the grass, pressing The colors are divided into two groups and hung on the trouser legs of Father God and me. Among these palm-sized little girls, the green one is Wild Ding Dong, which naturally rushes towards Father God, and the black one is Xiaomai Diwen, and of course they all hang on me. I judged that it should be the wild jingles who saw the father god first, and they jumped up excitedly, and those mini-Medisons followed suit. Two groups of little fellows clapped their trouser legs, which looked huge to them, and happily climbed up. The atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it was almost like a carnival: Do all creatures with a height of about three inches have a halo of foolish optimism
Father God saw the Douding Goddesses hanging on his trouser legs, and said thoughtfully: "Oh, yes, I heard that many Goddesses of Life are coming to play with you in shifts these days. It is said that there is a big party, and there have been several batches—causing you a lot of trouble, right?"
I bent down and lowered my hands, let those black-haired and black-dressed Maddie's bodies hang on my cuffs, then put their heads on my shoulders, and shook my head: "No, no, these little guys are very interesting, you Look, they have become one with my crow gods, and my Mai Diwen is also happy."
After saying this, I also realized that the palm-sized Goddess of Life and the same palm-sized Crow God are similar in temperament and intelligence. Excited until late, it turned out that his "children" found playmates, and the silly bird also became happy.
Father God finally noticed that I was still holding a tea mug full of popcorn in my hand at this time, and his expression was very stunned: "...do you usually feed your goddess like this?"
Before I had time to speak, a few small wheat Diwens jumped up and down to the edge of the teapot, grabbed popcorn from inside and ate them: they waited for a long time and saw that no one was feeding them, so they had to forage for food by themselves. There are also some little crows who are thinking about their new friends. They grabbed out of the air and made their own eggshells with a "poof", and then filled the eggshells with popcorn, and flew to give to those who fell on the father god. The goddesses of life on the shoulders, after a while, the group of little ones all started to gnaw, and there was only a small "click, click, click" sound in the ears of my father and me.
I opened my mouth and raised the tea mug in my hand: "No way, they don't eat well when they play, so I can only feed them like this, otherwise they will eat up all the grass in the yard in a few days..."
Father God: "...I can imagine."
I led Father God to the house, and shouted to the family that there was a distinguished guest coming. The group of five protoss had already sensed that the big boss was coming. She came out to say hello to Father God, Lilina ran out last, and this ghost girl bowed to Father God: "Hello Chairman..."
Father God maintained a cheerful smile throughout the process and returned the greetings one by one. Finally, he couldn't help sighing: "I've been here a few times. It's really touching: your place is really lively, especially when there are many people."
Father God said and looked around, especially the protoss group of five: Except for Bingtis, who was still in a heartless state, the others were all nervous, especially Lin, who was the least courageous. She's almost buried her head in her chest—it's really lucky that her chest can bury it. So he waved his hands at these critters: "Go and do what you should do. It's not a meeting in the temple. What kind of post do you have? Just treat me as a guest who came to your house."
After Bingtismonina and the others left, Father God felt something wrong and touched his chin: "Oh, that's not right, they seem to be guests at your place—why do I feel that they have become your family at all?" people?"
As soon as Father God finished speaking, Ding Dong came out of my coat pocket. The little thing rubbed his eyes, and then saw who was standing in front of him, and waved his hand happily: "Ah! Father God! You come to Ding Dong Home as a guest?"
Everyone: "..."
I turned my face away in embarrassment: "Then what, An Weina, go prepare some snacks, I'll chat with Xing Chen."
Soon a group of people from the family who came to visit the Father God dispersed, only Sandora and I stayed in the living room, oh, there is also a jingle that is counted as a binding equipment. I took a fork to help Dingdang comb his hair, and looked up at the big brother of the protoss who was sitting opposite the coffee table and smiled: "You said that the huge data library has a result? The whereabouts of the hometown world..."
"I haven't found direct information about your home world," Father God said, and I saw Sandora's face darken, but soon the other party's words turned around, "We have found indirect information. Now we can confirm that there is a member of the Protoss Expeditionary Army." The soldier did go to the home world of your ancestors. It should be the time when the Xiling people hadn't started to explore the universe. Because of the emergency, the soldier had no contact with the local civilization at that time, so Xiling's ancestors didn't know what the Protoss was. Due to some reasons, there are only records of this visit in the data, without detailed coordinates... "
"How could this be?" Sandora frowned, "Aren't you going to register any world you find?"
"However, the original reporting system is different from the current reporting system. The current reporting system is to instantly synchronize to the giant database of the God Realm as soon as a new world is discovered, but a long time ago, the world management and void communication technology of the Protoss were not perfect. If it is an expeditionary force that has traveled very far, their communication resources with the God Realm are very precious. The newly discovered world coordinates can only be kept by the God Race who discovered the new world, and then they will report to them when they are ready to withdraw their troops. When your own team commander finally returns to the star field, the team commander will report these coordinates and world information to the Pantheon, and the Pantheon will organize and record them together."
I opened my mouth and couldn't help but said, "Well, it turns out that you all developed a little bit like this... Why do I always feel that you seem to be omnipotent when you appear with a halo... Then according to this, you were responsible for keeping the world coordinates Did something happen to the protoss soldiers?"
"The Protoss just has a high starting point. If it doesn't develop, it won't be a stagnant pool," Father God said unhurriedly, and then sighed softly, "Remember that day in the Library Tower, you and I found a strange treasure left by a scout. Record? The soldier discovered several universes that were visited by advanced civilizations, but in the subsequent materials, he could not find the records of the expeditionary force's investigation of those universes... "
When Father God mentioned this, I also had some vague impressions. It seemed that I saw some such documents at the time. Those documents were quite old, and they seemed to be left by a scout from the 12th Legion of the Star Field Expeditionary Army. Those materials gave people the feeling that they were not finished, which also aroused the curiosity of God the Father. It's just that Father God and I felt that those materials were seriously outdated and useless files, and both of us were focused on finding things in our hometown world, so we didn't pay much attention to them.
"That's the scout," Father God sighed. "Later, I found the dossier of the Twelfth Legion, and I realized that those documents I saw at that time were really just fragments. The scout returned from the expedition. God Realm was killed on the eve of the battle—she hadn’t had time to hand over other investigation reports and the coordinates of the newly discovered other worlds to her chief. But we found the visit records she sent back in advance in other documents, confirming that the Scouts have had contact with your home world."
"Dead in battle..." Sandora's eyes dimmed, "and she has been killed for so long... what else is left?"
"If you really can't leave anything, do you think Xing Chen will come in person?" I reminded from the side, and Sandora immediately reacted, and looked at Father God expectantly as soon as her eyes lit up.
Father God nodded: "I just want to tell you that the scout's relic may still be there, and she should have recorded the world coordinates in something—things created by God are immortal, as long as they are not destroyed, they will be immortal." Ignore the passage of time."
I opened my eyes wide: I have been to the Holy Spirit Tower with Bingtis, so I am deeply impressed by the "death" of the Protoss. Destroy everything around the gods, and they will hardly leave any relics after death, but look at what the father God means now, what did the soldier leave behind
"The scout realized that she might not be able to go back when she spoke to her chief for the last time. She mentioned that she had sealed all the reports that she hadn't sent in time in something she made." Father God from He took out a scroll from his arms, and after activation, the scroll formed an image in the air: the image was a female protoss wearing a close-fitting golden soft armor and a blond shawl, and it seemed to be the scout who died in battle: it turned out to be female.
This seems to be the last communication. This goddess seems to have fallen into a world distorted by the abyss. She is worried that if she uploads a large amount of data, the pollution will also spread, so she only sent out this very brief report . She mentioned that she sealed everything in a "core", and she was about to die with the universe. At the end of this video, which only lasted a few minutes, she mentioned how to salvage the core from the vast void...
"The expeditionary force at that time tried to find the core, but found nothing. The impact caused by the end of the world may have destroyed the magic left by this soldier, and the core was lost in the void." Father God said regretfully, putting away the scroll.
"So you have found a clue now?"
I asked in amazement. An artifact that lost its whereabouts hundreds of millions of years ago, an artifact that was once searched by the Protoss expeditionary force but no one could find it, was found when we were about to use it, whether it was for the empire or For the protoss, this luck is so good that it means against the sky—since the day when Qianqian gave it to me for the first time when she gave me sugar wrappers on bread outside the stone when I was a child, I didn’t believe that there is such a thing as good luck falling from the sky in the world.
Father God really shook his head slightly, it seems that the matter is not so straightforward: "It's not that the clues are found now, but there are clues a long time ago, but no one has recovered that thing."
Sandora and I showed puzzled expressions at the same time, Father God smiled and explained: "This kind of wandering outside has clues, but there are many things that have been temporarily put outside for various reasons and have not been retrieved—you guys We all know how far the Protoss Expeditionary Army will run every time, and we can easily reshape the world and stir up cause and effect if we drop something casually. To be honest, we throw out as many weird things as you, otherwise there are so many in human legends The story of the artifact relic."
I am ashamed, it seems that Father God has heard about the non-burnable garbage that the empire litters all over the world, and what is even more amazing is-it seems that this habit of throwing non-burnable garbage everywhere is even more serious in the Protoss
"About 230 billion years after the original Twelfth Expeditionary Force, another expeditionary force accidentally scanned that thing," Father God said slowly, "but it has drifted to a very, very far place, deviated from Any world on the expedition route of the Protoss. Hundreds of billions of years have passed by this time, and the report left by that soldier has long been worthless, and to recover that thing in the dangerous expedition area, it must be distributed from the expedition army. It is not realistic to send a large-scale army to go there, or send the senior commander of the expeditionary force. So we put a mark on the thing to know where it is at any time. If a new expedition in the future The plan was to pass by its vicinity, and then retrieve it by the way—the result was delayed until today.”
Both Sandora and I nodded in understanding, there is really no way.
The relics of fallen soldiers, from personal feelings, no one would like them to be left in the depths of the void, but you think about it this way: you lead a group of people to explore wild lands, and there are all kinds of people everywhere on the road. Be careful of the enemy-occupied areas where you will die (the route of the Protoss expedition is the area where the abyss erupts catastrophically). After you have worked so hard to lead the surviving people back, someone suddenly comes to tell you: "Hey, I I forgot the newspaper I just bought in the enemy base camp, boss, please help me get it..."
Even if the newspaper is so-and-so's relic, even if you know that the newspaper is placed on the steps of the enemy's door, I don't think anyone with a normal mind would agree to take it—not to mention that the newspaper was last year.
So the Protoss did not take any action after knowing the whereabouts of the relic, and let it stay in the far border for so many years, and according to the tone of the Father God, I judge that something like this that is under surveillance but unable to retrieve it is very important to the Protoss There are quite a few more, they are already a race with a long history, and the speed of throwing a grain of sand every 100 million years is enough to fill the four oceans several times at this time. Not to mention the protoss, are there still few things like empires? After these four or five years of statistics and inquiries, we have determined from historical documents that there are countless ancient facilities currently in the territory of the Fallen Apostles or in the far reaches of the empire, but most of them are drones such as small sentry towers and detectors. Valueless things like library, they are all relics of the predecessors, but the meaning of getting them back is really not enough for the "gas" money for one flight...
"It seems that we have to get that thing back now," Sandora sat up straight with a serious expression, "You come here in person, it seems that this thing is no longer within the sphere of influence of your protoss, it is now where?"
"This is the troublesome place. After so many years of drifting, it landed in a very delicate place tens of thousands of years ago," Father God stretched out his hand and drew two circular apertures in midair, then pointed to the center of the apertures. An extremely narrow point, "One side is the Abyss Empire, and the other side is you. That thing is now on the dividing line between you and the fallen apostles, and it is the point farthest from the God Realm. You should be familiar with this point. Eighty percent of the border friction on the other side takes place around this point."
The relics of the Protoss that recorded the world coordinates of their hometown are actually under the noses of the New Empire and the Fallen Apostles!
Sandora's mind was quick, and she had already analyzed a lot of things at this time, she twitched her lips: "This place... we have at least a hundred manned and unattended surveillance stations watching this area..."
I moved my body: "The bad news is that the fallen apostles have more monitoring stations watching this place than us..."
Father God shrugged: "That thing is in a certain local native world, and the situation is so troublesome." RS