The first thousand three hundred and sixty-eight chapters of Anthers' memories
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The ancestors were carefully imprisoned in cages by their children who had become gods, as a group of spiritual idols for people to look up to. They could neither interfere in the affairs of the empire nor be allowed to contact "lower civilizations". This kind of resurrection...
Is it really good for them?
I suddenly felt that I had made a mistake by bringing my ancestors out today, a huge mistake. Their position, that unique position, destined them not to view everything in the Shadow City from a peaceful perspective like other ordinary races.
The Familia gave Ansers a great stimulus. Maybe he didn't feel it so clearly when he was in the base. After all, he could only come into contact with the Xiling Apostles there, but outside, he saw people called "Family"
"vassals" and "servants", those mortals like him who live in the shadow city and serve the "gods" as servants of the empire.
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 treat all mortal species
Equality of treatment does not stem from moral "fairness" or any other "virtue". There are only two reasons for this equality of treatment: rational apostles have no time to have such meaningless thoughts as "racial discrimination", and they have no time to give a group of
Equally weak mortals are divided into classes.
Would you rank every ant in the yard for combat effectiveness?
Of course, the Xiling Apostles do not have the subjective idea to regard other races as ants. They are willing to coexist peacefully with all intelligent creatures that can be allies, but the final fact is still that there are only two classes in the empire at a macro level: gods and mortals.
This is not only true for the Xiling Empire, but also for the Star Realm God Clan, and the Huron God Clan. In fact, no matter in any corner of the void, as long as there are multiple intelligent races mixed together. And there are overwhelmingly powerful high-level civilizations,
Such a situation will always occur. This is something that has nothing to do with morality and justice. This is a situation that will become a fait accompli as soon as it appears. Throughout the entire void, the only difference between this class state is the civilization at the top.
Is it friendly enough? The Xiling rulers of the old empire were regarded as tyrants by countless races, but the current new empire is more friendly, that's all. The imperial family members know this very well. They are also happy to accept such a peaceful and stable situation now,
They are mortals, not mortals. It is just an insignificant fait accompli that they stand in the family class, just like Pandora is 1.2 meters tall, so in many cases she is naturally classified into the children's ticket group. Others naturally have to buy adult tickets.
Tickets are such a fait accompli. Even if Pandora blows away every ticket sales post in the world, she will still be 1.2 meters tall...
The dependents are happy to accept this division. Anyway, the empire will not oppress them, and no one will discriminate against them. They undertake the work they can undertake. They get everything they deserve, and if they want, they can also become their own "gods"
Friends (although they are a bit rigid, Apostle Xi Ling should be considered a very kind god), they even have the opportunity to drag Emperor Xi Ling out to have a good meal, and then let him treat him, because the emperor is richer -
—They can all do this, but they are still mortals. The ones facing them are still gods.
But for Ansers, the ancestor, the situation is different.
He is a mortal, a spiritual symbol locked in a cage by God and looked up to every day. He can see that mortals like himself are living ordinary lives outside the high wall, and he knows that he should be with those people.
Same, together, but the children they once created forbade it all.
Because they are ancestors.
"We are completely different from you," Anseth looked into my eyes. "You know what I mean, and I also know your considerations. You want to treat your creator well, but this kind of kindness is unbearable.
I am a soldier. I was also a leader. I cannot tolerate idle days, let alone being treated like a rare animal. And... to be honest, the Xiling people have become extinct, and our civilization is now
In your hands, we are just a few remaining ghosts from a race that died out who knows how many years ago. You have brought such ghosts back to the mortal world and put us in a very embarrassing position."
"I know, I know..." I nodded, but I didn't know what to say. I had thought about it a lot, and I could understand it all: the difficulties faced by the ancestors, their embarrassing position, the Xiling apostles
The kind of house-arrest "consecration" brought about by care and chaos, and the loneliness faced by a person who was resurrected alone after the death of his entire family: well, maybe not alone, but the ancestor who returned to the world
There are only a few of them, so how are they different from being alone? What they pursue is not their own survival, but their own civilization, but now there is no trace of the civilized environment they are familiar with.
The Empire was completely foreign to them.
If the earth dies, you are resurrected by aliens alone, and then live on a strange planet where even the sun is light green. You are locked in a laboratory every day, and your only survival value is to occasionally answer the aliens’ questions.
A question like "What was the Earth like at the beginning?" You see that there are many creatures outside the laboratory that have encountered similar experiences to yourself. They are treated as pets raised by aliens... So no matter how good the environment in the laboratory is,
, what’s the use? To the ancestors, the now super-evolved Xiling Apostles are probably stranger than aliens.
And their status as "ancestors" has pushed this contradiction to an irreconcilable level.
"Actually, I have lived a mortal life before, just a few years ago..." I rambled on, knowing that what I said was unconvincing. The ancestors did not only care about "mortals" and "gods".
The problem is that they are "mortals" who created "gods". This is the key to the problem. In addition, there are a lot of things worth struggling with, each of which is worse than what I was hit by an empire that fell from the sky a few years ago.
It was countless times more complicated. In the end, I could only wave my hand and said, "Okay, don't talk about me anymore. Sandora... I'll go and persuade her. She's just a little nervous now. She'll probably wake up if someone reminds her."
Come here, she should listen to her husband's advice. Just wait a few days, I can guarantee that you are more than just a sight to be admired, you have a vital role and a great mission..."
"For example?" Anseth 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. This was not easy, because in fact they really had to face an arrangement that was not very friendly to mortals: after learning about their hometown world
After the situation, the ancestors will be given an immortal body. Just like other dependents who have withstood 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, they will always be a group of living spiritual idols. They will be respectfully "visited" by countless Xiling apostles until the end of time... This is Sandora's arrangement.
An arrangement that seems “no problem” from the perspective of Apostle Xiling.
I just heard about this. Of course I know that this arrangement is terrible, but I haven’t had time to object to Sandola. There are just too many miscellaneous things to handle these days. Now it seems that Ansers has been vaguely aware of
I noticed the terrible paranoia and ruthlessness of the Xiling Apostle. He almost knew how he would be arranged, so he had a serious sense of anxiety, so I had to cancel Sandora's plan in advance, and she would understand anyway.
of.
"Oh, by the way, I can't remember if you don't say it." If you don't say that pressure gives people motivation, I racked my brains so much. I really remembered something that I almost forgot, "We are looking for our hometown world."
coordinates, you know this, right? But all the equipment that recorded the coordinates of my hometown have been destroyed. No clues have been found on the wreckage of the Ark, and we have not found any remaining traces from the world barrier of the original universe, so the last hope is you.
…”
"We?" Ansers pointed to his head, "We are different from the Xiling Apostles. Mortal brains do not have the ability to record void coordinates. That kind of abstract concept can burn out a mortal's brain with just a footnote."
"No, I don't need you to remember the coordinates. I just need you old crew members to provide a rough description of the world where they temporarily docked." I finally smoothed my train of thought. This was exactly what Tavel mentioned in a report to me the day before yesterday.
Things that have arrived, and probably should be put into practice in the next few days, "I know that the Xiling Apostles were not yet formed when you fled, but at that time the Star Territory Protoss was the overlord 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 recall what they are like, even if it is just the vaguest description, and then we will
If we can ask the Gods to check their database and conduct a thorough investigation, we can always find clues about our hometown."
"Oh, it's just like writing a memoir," Ansers finally showed a comfortable smile, "I dare not say anything else, but I am still very confident in my memory. You see, this is much better, at least we know that we have a task
Those who are here..."
I suddenly thought of those retired old people who can't sit still: people who have worked hard all their lives will never be idle. After retirement, old people can't stand the leisure days and have to find something to do. The old captain in front of me seems to be like this
.
His crew members are probably the same: the ancestors who came from the exile era, no one would be content with enjoying themselves. He and Shandora didn't think carefully at the beginning.
"I happen to need to go to the God Realm in a few days. Before that, I hope you can summarize a rough information. Well, time may be a bit tight. I can summarize as much as I can this first time. Looking for my hometown world
It's a long-term plan. I estimate that we may need to exchange information with the God Realm regularly in the future, which will keep you busy for a while. In addition, if you really locate your hometown, you will also serve as the guide of the fleet - that place is very important to us.
But it’s very strange.”
Ansers suddenly stood up and gave a military salute as powerful as a young man: "Understood, lead the fleet and accept the mission!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I knew what I should do: I couldn't shirk it, I couldn't be polite, and I had to behave like a commander: "Then I'll leave this important task to you, Captain Anseth."
Finally, the two of them 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 dug around in my pocket: "Wait a minute
, I just remembered that we found this on the wreckage of the Ark. Do you know whose relic this is?"
As I said that, I took out a small crystal pendant.
This is exactly the pendant found in the central control room of the Ark wreckage that day. The woman in the pendant is speculated to be a relative of someone among the Ark commanders. It has been kept by me before because it is an inconspicuous gadget.
As time went by, I almost forgot about it. Now after chatting with Ansers for a long time, I suddenly remembered it.
"This is..." Anseth's expression stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly stretched out his hand. But after touching the pendant for a moment, he took it back like an electric shock, as if he didn't believe that the thing in front of him was real. I put it
The pendant was put into his hand: "It seems like this is your thing."
"Ah... yes, it's mine," Ansers held up the feminine ornament that didn't match his burly figure. "It's my Anhenna. It's my Anhenna... I thought it had been damaged.
I didn’t expect to see you again...Thank you, thank you..."
"May I ask, Anhenna is..." Although I had already guessed it, I couldn't help but ask.
"My wife," Anseth whispered, gently wiping the corners of his eyes. "We have been separated for a long time."
When we were counting the remains of our ancestors, we found no one who matched the woman in the pendant, so the woman named Anhenna should have died a long time ago. Judging from Anseth's performance, maybe it was before the Ark crashed.
It's over.
"The Ark fleet is in exile and diverging at the same time. In order to increase the chance of civilization preservation, we are like spreading spores along the way. Small groups of colonial troops are diverted to slightly stable areas along the way, allowing them to search for worlds that may be suitable for survival, Ankh
Na is an ecological expert on one of the colonization teams.”
"Isn't such a colonial team destined to never return?" I couldn't help but say. The ancestors' Ark fleet was quite backward. They had not yet mastered precise navigation technology at that time, and the entire fleet would not dock at all.
Like a fleet sailing at night on an invisible ocean, each ship has only one order to "move forward". Once these colonial teams are separated from the order field, they will be sucked into endless darkness, with no possibility of return.
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"That's how it is. Everyone in the colonial team knows that this is a one-way ticket," Anseth nodded with a wry smile. "But someone has to do it. In order to preserve civilization, any feasible solution must be tried.
If the Ark Fleet is completely destroyed, at least those colonial teams that were separated in advance will have little hope. It is precisely because of these colonial teams that the people of the Ark Fleet can settle down and move forward without hesitation: Mortals are such strange creatures, as long as there is one
The existence of a tiny bit of hope, no matter how slim, can make us fearless of death."
Ansers lowered his head and stroked the crystal pendant nostalgically: "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 live the rest of her life safely.
, even if the chance is only one in ten thousand, I still firmly believe it, and it is precisely because of this 'firm belief' that I led the crew until the end."
"As long as I don't see the shattered hope with my own eyes, I will cling to the ten thousandth of hope until the end," Bingtis's voice suddenly sounded in my mind. She was silent for such a long time and finally came back to life.
"Mortals...are always such weak and tenacious creatures, so God can't let go of them at all."
"Why do we have to separate a family," I curled my lips with some discomfort, "The colonial team should be organized as a family unit. Like this, some people stay on the mother ship, but their families are sent to the colonial team. In the end,
It doesn’t feel appropriate.”
"Because I am the captain," Ansers shook his head indifferently, "and Anhena was one of the only qualified ecological experts at the time. Remember what I said, the weakness of mortals - we must
To keep the fleet in order, the captain must make sacrifices. The first emperor at that time had two sons who were sent to the colony ship. We take this sacrifice for granted. And think about it from another angle...
For the people on the Ark fleet, this may also be a kind of sustenance. At least I can comfort myself by saying that Anhenna has found a new home safely. This was a very popular method of self-comfort on the Ark at that time. We would even hold
A false celebration to celebrate the safe arrival of the xx colonial team in the new paradise - just to give a little hope to those who stayed behind."
"Captain!" Lu's voice suddenly broke in from the side, interrupting the conversation between Ansers and I. I saw several other ancestors coming over, and the little ones who were playing with them before
Then a piece of it fell on me happily. Several of the little guys who were familiar with the "terrain" quickly found the pockets containing the candies and began to get in to look for food: What a simple and straightforward life.
"Collect the team and prepare to go back." Anseth straightened his body and said to his subordinates.
Lu blinked: "Aren't you going to continue shopping? There are still many places you haven't seen yet."
"We have a mission." Anseth said simply.
I noticed that other people were not depressed at all because of the "interruption of sightseeing". Instead, they became happy because of the word "mission" from Ansers.
It's long overdue.
After sending the ancestors back to the military zone, I breathed a sigh of relief, and Bingtis finally showed up to show his presence: "How about it, you almost lost it - I reminded you once when you resurrected the ancestors.
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"Did you know that our ancestors would have psychological problems?"
"I have not lived for such a long time just to hang around. I have seen more changes in species and the rise and fall of the world than the hair on your head!"
I know that this female gangster finally couldn't help but start bragging again after a long period of silence. She didn't bother to talk to her, she just looked up at the clear sky.
Go back and write a letter to Xingchen and set a date to go to the God Realm - before I have a nervous breakdown caused by this female gangster. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation at Qidian ()
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