I found that Sandora sometimes has the ability to shock everyone with one word. Although she may not be as active in thinking as Qian Qian, it is scary because every idea she has is more operable than Qian Qian -
She thought deeply for half an hour and finally thought that the Creator could be resurrected.
It has extremely high operability.
"Damn, you are indeed a genius," Bingtis had sharp ears, and he suddenly jumped over, grabbing Sandora's arm and shaking her, "I didn't even think of this, after all, it was too long ago - but
Are you really planning to do this? I don’t think it’s very reliable.”
I glanced at Bingtis and thought that even this female hooligan felt unreliable. I guess that was really unreliable.
"Perhaps we should give it a try," Sandora's voice was a little vague. She was not very sure about this issue: in fact, she was not too sure about anything related to the origin of Xiling. The time span of anything was
Even the gods dare not guarantee the comprehensive history of the entire empire. "I also know that the feasibility of this matter is very low: the success rate aside, first of all, we cannot guarantee whether the souls of the ancestors can return."
Weir's experiment can only verify that these corpses are in an immortal state on the material level, and their souls may have dissipated long ago. In that case, we can only resurrect some without thoughts... Such resurrection is meaningless."
"Then why are you still bothering to do this?" Bingtis looked over with squinting eyes, "What you said really reminded me that the success rate of reviving the soul is basically zero. Do you know how many years they have been dead?
What?"
"So I just said give it a try," Sandora shrugged. "You know my character. As long as there is an opportunity in front of me, I will not turn a blind eye. And I really have too many questions that I want to get answers from my ancestors. All
Apostles Xiling have too many problems..."
I was listening to Bingtis and Sandora discussing this matter, which sounded very doubtful about the success rate. In fact, I didn’t care whether Sandora could resurrect the ancestors (even though it sounded important), I only cared about Sandora.
Dora's thoughts and her mood. After all, for me, the attraction of the origin of Xiling is basically equivalent to what the finale of Conan will be like - a distant thing that has little to do with herself, but Sandora
It is something real around me. Now it seems that my Queen hopes to get a chance to talk face to face with her ancestors, so I should support her.
And I don’t think some of the resurrected ancestors will have any impact on the current order of the new empire: too many things have changed over a long period of time. Today’s Xiling Apostle and the original body of that year are actually almost two kinds of creatures. Putting aside
Regardless of the identity of the creator and the ancestors, the symbolic significance of the ancestors to the new empire is greater than the actual significance. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that there was a problem and it was better to confirm it immediately. So I stepped forward and stroked Sandora's hair.
: "If the ancestors are really resurrected, how do you plan to arrange them?"
Sandora was stunned for a moment, obviously she had not thought about this problem just now.
Bingtis suppressed the ever-changing scoundrel look on his face, and said to Sandora in a very serious manner: "You have to know that your ancestors are just mortals. They are afraid of pain, cold, and heat, and their lifespan is limited.
, with shallow knowledge, they are more likely to be defeated by fear and swallowed up by loneliness - these characteristics are not a problem at all in your servant army, but the ancestors are not your servant army. Let me ask you a question: All along. In the minds of Xiling Apostle
What do your ancestors look like?”
Sandora was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "An... imageless image. The creator is strange and mysterious to us. Before today, no Xiling apostle has really seen the appearance of the creator.
Even their life forms are half-understood. The creator erased most of the original body's memories of himself before leaving the original body, in order to allow the latter to grow freely, but this has caused the current Xiling apostles to have complete ignorance of their ancestors.
No understanding. Creators are creators. We don’t know what they look like. We don’t know their life forms. We don’t know how many people they have, how long they live, and how powerful they are. But we know that our beginnings are those creators. This is Xiling
The apostle’s entire impression of the ancestors.”
"A faceless spiritual symbol, just like the worship of primitive gods," Bingtis hugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall of the ancient hall. "Although you are also gods, your feelings for your ancestors are somewhat similar to this primitive worship of gods.
.You don’t need to know the specific form of your ancestors, you only need to know the three words ‘Creator’, and these three words have been with you for countless generations. But now——”
Bingtis said, pointing to the dormant cabin that was being carefully loaded onto the material transporter by the engineers.
"They appeared in a specific image, just like the ordinary mortals you saw just now. Now he is lying here in the form of remains, but if you really turn him into a living person, what will happen
You can imagine the impact: from a spiritual idol to an 'ordinary creature' that can be touched, talked to, and even killed, the mental state of the Xiling Apostle has always been very magical, so I can ignore the psychological gap this brings to you.
, you should first solve the problem raised by Chen: How do you arrange these ancestors?"
Shandora began to get confused: the words "ancestor" can explain the problem very well. First of all, you can't treat these creators as servants. Pulling them out to join the army will definitely not work. But it is obviously impossible for them to enter the new empire.
Core: In any case, they are just a mortal race, and their knowledge is still in the ancient times. The logical system of the Xiling Apostles determines that they will not let the latter decide any affairs of the empire just because of their ancestors’ identities. After considering all aspects,
There is only one way to resettle these ancestors:
Serve them as ancestors, eat, drink and feed them, just like raising birds...
Well, it's better to raise birds. The birds I raise at home can fly to other worlds every now and then, but does Shandora dare to let those fragile ancestors run around in the void? Especially now, the world is still in trouble. According to the fallen apostle's opinions,
The attitude of the home world, if they knew that a group of ancestors had been resurrected in the New Empire, they would definitely come to join in the fun even though they would lose everything!
"But no matter what, if you really want to resurrect them, I still support it."
Just when Sandora and I were lost in thought, Bingtis suddenly added another sentence while holding her arms, and Sandora was stunned: "Ah? So what are all the questions you just asked..."
Bingtis spread his hands: "I'm just analyzing the difficulty of this matter with you. I didn't say I wouldn't let you do it. It's important for everyone to figure out their own origins, right? I wanted to figure out where I came from back then.
You didn’t know that I was lurking in my parents’ house for half a month straight..."
Sandora and I instantly jumped out of the heavy atmosphere of history and looked at Bingtis with gritted teeth: "These two things are different!"
After yelling, I was a little impatient and curious: "Um...what happens after you finish lurking?"
Shandora was twisting my waist hard from behind, while Bingtis’s face was red and squirming: “It had a profound impact on my life - that was the first time I was hung on the porch by my father like that.
A long time..."
Shandora looked crazy: "Are you two getting along well? In such a serious occasion..."
Before Sandora could finish her words, she was interrupted by a little girl's voice coming from below: "Oh, idiot, I think I know why you moved my box out when there was someone in your room!
"
I lowered my head and met the little doll's ruby-like shining eyes: I was happy that she was finally willing to let go of my wrist, but I was very unhappy with this girl's weird behavior. Bingtis was here
The man next to him giggled mischievously and looked at the little doll with a rather shy expression: "Little girl, sooner or later you will be hung on the door by your father like me..."
Shandora seemed to collapse: "...where was our initial topic?"
I patted Shandora on the shoulder comfortingly and reminded her that she must get used to it. Anyway, a group of people at home were chatting and doing things off-topic and getting distracted. Life has not slipped away for a day or two. As Emperor Xiling, I have adapted to picking up a bowl to eat and putting down chopsticks.
A leaping life that saves the world. Qianqian led our family to master the ability to reverse this rhythm of life - what can I say about this mess?
At this time, Tavel's assistant technicians and the engineers had completed testing all the equipment in the entire hall: they tested the cores of the consoles in turn, trying to find a device that could still start smoothly, or at least be read, but
The result is very regrettable. These ancient and backward consoles are obviously not as durable as Imperial products. The immortal state at the micro level cannot guarantee that the entire device will not be damaged at the macro level. Their structure is still there, but the core storage has changed.
They disappeared completely with the passage of time (so I don’t have to expect to find the coordinates of my hometown world from these devices). The only result the staff found was a small pendant with a portrait printed on it under one of the consoles.
Decoration.
The imperial soldier who discovered the pendant handed it to Sandora, and Bingtis and I moved forward curiously. This small pendant seemed to have been a personal belonging of an operator, probably hanging on clothes or something.
On the neck - it seems that the ancestors of Xiling also have some living habits that are very familiar to me. The pendant is only the size of a peach stone. It is made of crystal and shaped like a water drop. Inside it is a delicate craft.
A lifelike three-dimensional image. It is a woman wearing a simple dress with long flowing hair. Because the portrait is very detailed, we can clearly see the woman's appearance: it is not too beautiful, but it gives people a quiet and comfortable feeling.
The half-smiling expression on her face makes people couldn't help but think that she might be looking at her lover when she left this image.
The woman in the pendant is standing on a light blue "grass" field, and it seems that the shadows of mountains can be vaguely seen in the distance. This is the only image data we have found that may be related to the world of her hometown.
There is an atmosphere of tenderness and nostalgia in the pendant. I don't know if this is an illusion, but it does seem to record this mood. This thing should be sent for analysis and scanning like other materials on the spacecraft.
, but Sandora looked at it quietly, and finally handed it to my hand: "Arjun, please keep this for now, I will be very careless with this kind of thing, for fear of accidentally eating it."
Me: "...Oh."
Sandora is quite self-aware in this regard.
"The detectors have scanned the entire ship," Tavel said suddenly. Her thinking core maintained a real-time connection with the previously dispersed detectors, and now she was reading the last batch of data from the detectors. "There are people on this ship.
There are many living areas and material warehouses, but no other remains were found. Instead, a lot of empty fixed brackets were found - those may be used for escape cabins. It seems that everyone else on the spacecraft evacuated successfully that year, and only those in the control center remained.
Those at the end could not escape."
"In order to ensure that the spacecraft can persist until the evacuation is completed, the survival probability of the core control personnel has always been very low," Sandora was not surprised by this. "They should have missed the opportunity to evacuate because they were trying to control the system that was about to collapse."
"How are the test results?" I saw Qianqian and Tavel coming together and knew that the "time lapse test" they conducted had ended. Because Qianqian has absolute control over time, nothing is needed to conduct such a test.
Additional equipment is supported, so they probably just found an open space and completed the test.
Projects with Qianqian's participation are particularly unserious, but as efficient as ever.
"It's as expected." Tavel nodded with a serious expression, "The passage of time has left no trace on these substances. Mistress Qianqian let the samples go through millions of years, and the results found that their atomic lifespans were not at all.
There is no change. But their macroscopic properties are not affected at all. And we found that those substances have a weird property..."
Tavel said and looked at Qianqian. The latter happily stretched out her hand to show me a handful of dust in her palm: "No matter how long you let time go forward, you can't make them rot, but let time oscillate back and forth quickly.
, no matter how solid things are, they turn into this kind of powder."
What Qian Qian said was so easy: let time oscillate back and forth quickly. The difficulty of this operation has countless pluses. She really dared to say it with a smile. I looked at the small handful of black ash in her hand and tried hard
I wondered what this thing was before. Tavel answered it for me before I had a brain attack: "This is the transformation of all the substances we used in the experiment - they originally weighed 1.75 tons, but
There are only such a handful of them now. These powders contain a large number of ultra-light elements, and it is meaningless to study their material structures. I have a guess: the 'immortal state' of the matter in my hometown should be limited, and they can only exist in
The regularly advancing timeline presents an immortal state. In other words, as time passes, they remain 'young', but if the timeline is unstable..."
"The devastation of time accumulated over countless billions of years will be 'repaid' instantly." Sandora pinched a little powder from Qian Qian's palm, and I was worried that she would throw this thing into her mouth to taste it.
When she was having a hard time (it's not like she couldn't do this), she turned to look at the dormant cabins that had been almost completely dismantled, "The remains of our ancestors will also suffer this kind of impact..."
"Mortal bodies bypass the barriers of time and continue to this day in a nearly eternal way. This is playing with fire," Bingtis smacked his lips, "Whether it is their own volition or not, everything in your hometown has violated the most basic principles.
It’s a miracle that the rules can be preserved to this day, and there are some fatal problems that can’t be helped - in fact, don’t worry too much, except for Qian Qian, where else can you find such a convulsive timeline.”
Sandora thought about it and thought it made sense, so she stopped talking. But I guess she will soon issue a special protection law for everything: to prevent any factors that may destroy the continuity of time from approaching the home material.
The destructive effect of time "repayment" is too violent, and based on visual inspection of Tavel's case, I can't figure out how to avoid this "repayment" effect in a short period of time, so I can only do my best to deal with things from my hometown.
Special protection.
After confirming that there is nothing more worthy of our personal attention in the wreckage, everyone returned to the ground station and prepared to transfer to the engineering mothership to leave here. Those assistant technicians and engineers as well as groups of autonomous machines will be left on this planet
, their mission is to transport the entire wreckage to the asteroid belt base intact after completing the on-site inspection. Sandora issued a death order: not a single scum can be left on the wreckage, so now the assistant technicians are strictly following the Queen's instructions
His Majesty's order was to accurately measure the wreckage down to the molecular level...
We plan to pack this pile of wreckage and transport it back to Shadow City, and then build a memorial hall or the like to store it. Its scientific research value is not great: Tavel can completely scan it in one day and make countless copies.
Exactly the same - the value of this wreckage lies in "historical significance". Although this statement is a bit new when used on the heads of the Xiling Apostles, the fact is that although the Xiling Apostles are a bit rigid and too particular about "pragmatism", they
It’s not that there is no “sentiment” at all. When necessary, they also build memorial halls and engage in cultural undertakings. The Monument Square in Shadow City is the previous example.
Now that we have a large number of items from our hometown, and even relics of the creator, it is natural to have commemorative facilities that match them.
I'm very grateful that Bingtis didn't suggest charging tickets to Sandora after hearing this plan. It's not that the female gangster didn't think of this, but she knew that if she really said this, I'm afraid even I wouldn't want to.
Protecting her...
We still have to stay in this desolate and remote world for a few days. Anyway, there is nothing to worry about in the empire now. Shandora and I are here to personally supervise the progress of the project of the team of scientists, among which Shandora has organized people to verify the method of resurrecting the ancestors.
It became feasible, and I was waiting to see if the engineering team working on the world barrier could find any clues about my home world. Tavel created another mass projection in front of me the next day. This new projection was responsible for researching the final
Traces of space warping left by a sudden space flash: This is also one of the attempts to find the home world. Now that we have no clear coordinates, we can only make these helpless attempts.
But what no one expected was that the first thing we discovered was not related to our home world.
We found traces of Harlan.
(By the way, let me tell you something, the comic version of Xiling Empire has been serialized in Man King Magazine, and the first issue will be released on the 10th of this month - although it is different from the plot of the novel, those who like to complain can support it.
Also, don’t worry about the character issues – just watch the plot and complain!)