The first thousand five hundred and seventy-five chapters deep space ruins
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Not only do I and Sandora feel quite conflicted in the face of this technological revivalist faction, but they are also quite conflicted in the face of the Lost God Religion, because at present it seems that both groups of people are planning to Save the world and each believes in this. "Literature.wxba."
The Lost God Religion's behavior of sealing up technology seems unreasonable. From my value point of view, it goes against the flow of history and hinders the development of the times. But their founders are tree elves who have seen and eaten in the past. A group of people who have seen real What is high-tech like? People who won’t be frightened by advanced technology choose to sequester technology. Then this whole incident will raise a question mark: there must be a reason for the church to sequester technology. Think about the experience of the tree elves. , this is probably related to the pursuit after the collapse of the old empire, so it cannot be denied rashly.
The approach of the technological revivalists in trying to revitalize the entire civilization is even more understandable. In fact, in many normal worldviews, this kind of thinking is that of progressive people (let’s ignore the radicals for now). After all, people always have to look forward. But in the past two years, I don’t seem to have had much contact with the normal world view. So in the case of all kinds of weird worlds, it’s hard to say whether the approach of the technological revivalists is good or bad. After all, we don’t know how many tens of thousands of years ago the Lost God Religion was. What is the purpose, what if there are two million fallen apostles or a gate of the abyss sealed deep in the universe or outside the world barrier? The technological revivalists ran out and screamed at the top of their lungs when everyone was shivering in the tree hole. ,Whose responsibility is it at the end of the world?
But neither of them seems to know the "ultimate truth" very well. At least the technology revivalists don't know it. The highest level of the Lost God Religion may know it, but the grassroots are just as confused as the technology revivalists.
So before you figure out what the secret is, it's best not to act rashly based on your imagination. This is the experience accumulated in the past two years. Ever since I learned that the Dark God Clan and the Light God Clan are as close as one family four years ago, I don't dare to treat anyone casually. The camp has come to a conclusion.
Therefore, facing the female leader’s request for help, Sandora and I could only shake our heads (of course Sandora couldn’t shake her head now, so she chose to tremble on the spot to express her denial). We should wait until the truth comes out, and it’s not bad anyway. In the past few days, hasn’t this planet survived tens of thousands of years? The female leader did not continue to insist after hearing my explanation. She was probably not convinced by me, but just thought that she could not convince a group of " Foreigner", so I just don't put any effort into it, but she is a pretty smart woman.
In the end, Sandora and I gave guidance to the female leader (I think it was guidance), so that she could wait for the good news here with peace of mind. I patted my conscience and declared that I was a good alien who was willing to help others. Of course, because The XLTV signal was not received locally, so there was no way to contact the news column team to confirm this matter. However, the female leader seemed to have accepted her fate and said she would cooperate with her life under house arrest for the past few days.
To be fair, this place is better than the underground palace she lived in before. Even the chief suite she lived in before didn't have a 200-square-meter bedroom like it does now. I really think there is something wrong with the design of this prison!
When Sandora and I were about to say goodbye, the female leader finally couldn't help but stop us. As a local who had come into contact with extraterrestrial visitors for the first time in tens of thousands of years, she had something to say: "Wait a minute! I... Can I ask what the 'outside world' is like?"
"It's hard to explain this clearly. Even if I show you a documentary, I think you'll only get a kick out of it. Anyway, it's beyond your imagination." I pointed to the holographic projection on the table, "You can look for it yourself, I've prepared some for you.
It is a tool to relieve boredom. It supports mind control. It is very simple. In addition, you can also contact people in other rooms through it... and at the same time make them feel at ease."
"You obviously have very high skills," the female leader seemed a little nervous. She simply stood up and carefully considered her words. "This means that knowledge is not a sin... In fact, there is a way to safely develop to your stage? You don't have it?"
Has technology been sealed?”
Oh, the other party finally brought up the key question: As an indigenous resident who grew up in a technologically blocked environment, the education she received since childhood was that "the higher the technology, the more likely you are to seek death." She has become accustomed to the depressive way of thinking and the situation she is in.
Due to the slow progress of civilization, even if the technological revivalist is a progressive ideological element on the planet, her knowledge is limited to a small area. But now that extraterrestrial visitors have appeared, she has seen with her own eyes an advancement that can almost be described as unimaginable.
Technology, even technology that exceeds that of ancient civilizations. Is it necessary to ask to what extent post-disaster reconstruction is needed for this female leader’s outlook on life?
I guess what she wants to say most deep down in her heart must be: Will she die if she promises to develop technology?
"We have never sealed technology, and there is no need for it," I shook my head. "In fact, normal civilizations don't need to go through this process. You just encountered... maybe some very rare things. This is not a good thing.
But I will help you, it just takes a little time: we first have to make sure the whole process is safe."
"In other words, the history of our civilization is indeed very strange?!" The female leader's face was very bad. "Are there really many other civilizations in this world? What are they like?"
"Not only this world, you will see many worlds. Many worlds are full of life, and there are also people who are more miserable than you. Don't think your fate is too unfair, because in the endless void, the concept of 'fairness' has no meaning at all.
Life and death depend to a large extent on probability. Only survivors are qualified to stay together and establish justice." I waved my hand and walked to the exit with the sandora ball in my arms. I left the last words to the other party, "In cross-border civilization, it is extremely important.
Faced with a natural survival rate of 1/1, every civilization that is still alive should be grateful to fate. You have lived at least one day longer than those who have died. Although you need to start over now, at least you can start over."
The door of the single cell (actually it should be considered a high-end bedroom? The place where I live is not as spacious as this!) closed softly behind me, and the last half of the female leader's words faintly passed through the door: "Wait a minute, I don't understand.
You just said that the void is powerful, but you didn’t understand it.”
I:"……"
At this time, the door had been closed, and Sandora Ball was laughing so hard in my arms. Although I didn’t understand why a Ball could laugh so hard that she couldn’t breathe, but she was almost out of her image: “Ah hahaha.
Ah Jun, you are like this again... I told you not to read too many novels and not to pretend to be serious with others. You are not suitable for this route... When you say these high-minded lines, please also take care of the knowledge of the audience..."
With a black line on my forehead, I hugged my wife and made a threat that could never be replicated: "If you laugh again, I will rub you into strips. Do you believe it?"
Sandora: "..."
After a few seconds of silence, Shandola Qiu muttered in a low voice: "Ajun, your smile is really weird."
"……hehe……"
"Speaking of which, what do you think is the reason why the Pope only has a lifespan of a hundred years?" Sandora has lived with me for many years. At this time, she changed the subject quite skillfully, "And the Technology Pope and the Magic Pope have both limited lifespans at the same time. This shows that
It is not simply a problem of technology or magic itself, there should be a higher reason."
I sighed: "I only know that if this information is true, then the two popes who established the religion have died. I'm afraid the new pope who succeeds will have to discount how much truth he can know. We may have to find other tree spirits.
Ling asked about the situation... I don't know how much those legendary cardinals know. If there is a problem with the historical inheritance of the tree elves... we can either use our unreliable archaeological skills, or we can only wait for the restoration of its prosperity.
I forcefully broke out of this world. Anyway, it should be clearer to see things from outside the world."
We left the prisoner-of-war camp of the Imperial Admiral and took a detour to the medical area before setting off to the edge of the galaxy. The two guests who had come back from the dead had woken up. But after all, they had died once, and their spirits were still a little weak, and their souls were not.
They needed to slowly get back in tune with their bodies, so they were temporarily placed in a cabin near the medical area.
Aoba and Leon experienced the same psychological stimulation as everyone in the technological revivalists: waking up to see a strange alloy cabin, unknown high-tech equipment, a military life assistant AI that was not human at all, and...
The self-disciplined machines that make children cry at night (again, I think these little robots are quite cute), these things startled the two adventurers, and they just woke up today, so they seemed more panicked. But they were more nervous than that.
Fortunately for the female leader, the two of them are together. At least they have a companion. They seem to be able to recover quickly after comforting each other. Sandora and I have nothing to say about these two adventurers (one of whom is a trainee battle nun). The main thing is
Just let them calm down and recuperate. By the way, let them believe that this place is neither heaven nor hell, even the devil in hell will not grow eight robot arms...
Those autonomous machines are obviously cute, why don’t you guys understand? Do you know how cute Gaia is when she talks with her autonomous machines in her arms? Is there anyone who doesn’t catch a cold with such a kingly combination of electronic enchantress + little robot pet?
Okay, I admit that a certain electronic enchantress (Gaia) is a bit far away from here, and her little robot pets are a bunch of electronic squids and mechanical spiders that are larger than people when unfolded. This is really not easy to accept...
But as soon as Leon woke up, he dueled with the autonomous machinery in the medical area for two hours. It is difficult to understand this muscular demon. Please be patient. In your eyes, this "technical evil" with eight mechanical tentacles
"Ling" is actually the nurse here. I just want to check your health, okay? But now that the examination is completed, you can jump and fight with the electronic squid for two hours as soon as you wake up. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this muscular man's body.
In the lounge of the medical area, two autonomous machines were cleaning up the mess on the floor. Leon was sitting on the bed with bruises all over his body, listening to Shandora and I introducing the situation. It must be emphasized that the bruises on Ya's body were all his own.
Touched out.
"Well, I'm just a little nervous. Qingye is with me, and I'm afraid she'll get hurt. This thing called the self-discipline machine you mentioned does look scary." Leon looked embarrassed after he probably figured out what was going on here.
But as soon as he said these words, Sandora and I lost our temper. Muscle Demon seems to have a straighter mind, but this purely manly reason is hard to find: after all, not every man has the courage to protect his wife.
Just went to duel with a bunch of electronic squids.
Although he lost miserably in the end (seeking death).
The two people in front of me, one is a senior adventurer (although her brain is relatively confused), and the other is a trainee battle nun (although she has never seen her fighting power, she is more like an ordinary little daughter-in-law), if they are thrown on the planet below, they are nothing.
A person with a lot of noise, at least in some areas, is of little use here. Leon is just an ordinary person. His highest understanding of ancient relics is that they can be exchanged for a lot of money, so he can buy himself a big house in the future.
I live with my girlfriend, and Qingye is just a young tree elf. She is "only" over 10,000 years old. When she was born, this planet was already in an era where communication relied on roaring and transportation. Originally, I planned to start from Qingye.
Three generations ago, Ye's ancestors searched to see if there were any elders who had survived from ancient civilizations to this day. As a result, they all died when I asked you...
It seems that the Lost God Cult is also conducting brainwashing education among the younger generation of tree elves. Qingye does not know about ancient civilizations.
So the two young lovers in front of me were classified as harmless but useless temporary guests by Sandora and I. We no longer discussed the issues of ancient civilization with them, but only promised to send them back to the surface after they fully recovered.
Of course, how these two people explain to Celine how they came back from the dead is their own problem. In short, Leon patted his chest and promised that at least this time he would not reveal the story of Sandora and I.
"Identity, anyway, the matter should be resolved soon. By then, even if they resign and write their memoirs at home, no one will stop them.
After settling all the guests on the Imperial Admiral, Shandora and I went through the portal to the distant space: the edge of the local galaxy, an empty, desolate and abnormal area.
This is located at the end of the material-rich belt of the Milky Way, but the space clouds end here very abruptly. The gas clouds a few light seconds away seem to be blocked by an invisible barrier.
A fairly obvious layer of "smooth" cloud and mist cliffs can be found. The star-dense belt on the other side of this boundary layer also stops suddenly: According to the distribution of matter in this area, there should be something within ten light-years in front of us.
There should be at least two stars or gas groups of corresponding mass or other material groups. There should be an aging celestial body area hundreds of light years away, but in fact there is nothing: the matter of the Milky Way has been cut off prematurely here.
You can imagine that there is a picture of the Milky Way in front of you (it does not have to be the Milky Way known to humans. It can be any galaxy), and in the corner of this picture, a place where the stars should have been bright has been erased, and dozens of them have been erased.
There is only darkness within the pixel range: this is what Sandora and I saw.
Of course, it cannot be said that there is nothing. In this vast space of hundreds of light-years, there are still some scattered man-made facilities. The central yāng in this area is slightly biased towards the center of the galaxy, which is very important to human beings.
They are big in terms of space, but they are so small in terms of space. The facilities that are not comparable to the size of a solar system here are like a grain of sand in the Ganges, and their weak residual energy response is almost lost to us.
Ignore it with Sandora.
Sandora and I were cruising in this space on the newly built highly autonomous engineering ship (thanks to the Imperial Admiral for having a powerful industrial park), with some deep space probes leading the way. Those probes discovered this
The hero of the ruins.
"There are obvious traces of artificial transformation in the entire open area. The method is very clever. It not only blocks the flow of materials in a large area, but also allows this area to move close to the entire galaxy to prevent the environment from changing," Sandora looked at the detector.
When the reading came back, she floated and swung gently above the control panel of the engineering ship. She seemed to be in a good mood, "The energy response here is very mixed. There seems to be psionic energy, but there are also other energies that have never been seen before. There are different levels of these energies."
'It's the same as psionic energy, but the frequency is special. To be honest, I don't believe this is the work of tree elves. They didn't have this technology back then."
"Perhaps they were left behind by other races who fled here with them." I thought of the mixed race on that planet, but I shook my head unconvincingly, "It's still not right. We were on that planet."
We haven’t found any energy facilities at the psionic level either. The ancient tower still uses electromagnetic waves for communication.”
The engineering ship entered a group of ancient space facilities. The picture transmitted from the external monitor showed a group of strange-looking geometric accumulations. However, although these large-scale geometric accumulations were quite strange, it could be clearly seen that they were also
They are not of the same style: some geometric facilities are mainly cubic blocks, others have rounded shells, which are connected by spheres and ellipsoids. In addition, some facilities can see energy veins similar to the empire style on their surfaces.
(Most of them are dim), and the remaining facilities do not have this feature. Various signs indicate that this ruins group is a "hybrid", and it is likely to be a thing built by many civilizations.
"I am scanning the structure of these things," Sandora used her mental power to control the sub-machines of the engineering ship. Those sub-machines were each leading a large group of autonomous machines to fly to the nearest building complex for analysis. "There are many facilities that can
It's obvious that it's a defensive fort, but the rest of its function is unclear. It's not an imperial style, so it will take a while."
"How is the technical level?" I asked casually.
"Compared with the Empire? The technological level is far behind, but it has also reached the point of utilizing extraordinary energy (psionic energy and ordinary energy). The most civilizations that escaped from contaminated areas alive were at this level," Sandora shook the ball.
He stood up and said, "Well, these facilities are really strange. They seem to be just warehouses, energy furnaces, docking ports and weapons platforms. Are these just peripheral facilities?"
In Sandora's doubts, the engineering ship began to move towards the core of the ruins.
(Anyway, it’s just idle time. Let’s continue to promote the Crazy Lich... "The Experimental Diary of the Crazy Lich", well, that’s the right name.)