After taking the royal shuttle and landing at the temporary and simple airport on this brown planet, I had adjusted my mood. I have to say that what Lin Xue once said is still correct: Chen Mutou is right about this.
Strengths, resilience is even stronger than Xiaoqiang.
And it is indeed a waste of emotion to feel sad for a race that is only similar in appearance to humans.
"It seems like you're having a good few days."
After arriving from the shuttle, the first thing I saw was a bearded man standing next to the temporary alloy landing platform, wearing heavy power armor and giving a military salute.
That was not a false politeness, but the old man who used to look decadent and smelled of alcohol now seemed to be in really good shape.
Well, his eyes are bright, his complexion is rosy, and his messy hair that looks like a chicken nest has been obviously trimmed - maybe it was all combed back by this lazy guy and covered with a power armor helmet - the beard on his chin is quite consistent.
His style has not changed at all, but the smell of alcohol on it can no longer be smelled at all.
"Putting on this armor again, but this time my mood is very different," Renault hammered his armor twice, "I don't know if I should call it a new life."
Tex, who was standing next to him, immediately whistled: "I took off the heavy prison cell, and now this idiot with an overly responsible sense of responsibility takes the initiative to shoulder everything."
I approached Renault curiously, shrugged my nose vigorously, and then was very surprised: "Have you really stopped drinking this time?"
"Kerrigan won't let you drink it."
Uncle Renault said with a rare blush on his face, slightly embarrassed.
Imperial Soy Sauce: "...Oh~~~~"
It seems that when all mankind falls under the shadow of corruption, some people still usher in their own nourishing life.
I have said before that Kerrigan will definitely thank us for re-transforming her. When Lilina and Tavel worked together to complete the project named "Life No. 1", it was said to be a cutting-edge technology and theory that mixed mysticism and science.
When the Queen of Blades was forced into a biological repair chamber that had not been replaced for a hundred years, the latter was still fighting desperately. In the end, it was only an hour of biological transformation. Wasn't the first thing she said when she came out?
Thank us?
Therefore, the empire is a good person, and the empire is all good people.
Of course, I guess that Kerrigan’s death was also related to the shape of the repair cabin. Its shape was designed under the leadership of Tavel... Do you understand the aesthetics of the coffin man, right?
However, when we questioned why we had clearly reminded her before, but the shape of the new repair cabin was still so close to a Western coffin, Tavel’s explanation was plausible: “My lord, Western coffins all have flip-top lids.
Slider!"
A sliding lid coffin - I dare say Kerrigan has a psychological shadow.
"Speaking of which, where is your Blade Girl?" I looked around curiously, but I didn't see the figure of a former Zerg Queen who had returned to human form, so I casually said a certain title in my mind.
Uncle Renault must have been completely immersed in the best time of his life. He didn't even notice my embarrassing title, and continued with a silly smile on his face: "She is cooking at home..."
I:"……"
I said you guy, at least don’t start a happy life of a great hero after the disaster at this time, okay?! Don’t you think your progress is too fast? You will be beaten to death by the refugees of New Eden.
Ah bastard!
Now Uncle Renault is no longer the leader of the small terrorist organization in the past, but has suddenly become the new leader of mankind today. There is no doubt about this, not to mention that 90% of the human refugees in New Eden are
They were the poor people who were oppressed by Mengsk on the edge of the Japanese Federation. These people had an almost fanatical admiration for the "hero Renault" who bravely resisted the Japanese. What's more important is that the Koprulu Sector is really what Renault said.
They disappeared completely, and as he promised, he found a new refuge for these poor people. This achievement alone is enough to make him a legendary hero.
But...I can't imagine it at all, bastard!
The Queen of Blades, who was the ruler of the Zerg a few days ago, has now started a new life with Uncle Renault without shame!? It's like just typing the words "n years later" on a black screen, and then giving you a
The second one is obviously a CG picture of the happy daily life of the young couple because the producer is short of funds. Even the background music is full of a sense of familiarity. What kind of low-cost super expansion is it, you bastard!
I solemnly declare: I am definitely not jealous, and I am definitely not jealous of this uncle who can already enjoy his new life!
And more importantly, Kerrigan, the famous Queen of Blades, is now cooking at home! Believe it or not, as an avid gamer, the first thing Pao will do when she hears this news is to lead you astray. "She
Are the bad men like "Queens of the Family" thrown into a reactor and humanely destroyed?
Although I don’t know how many shocking things I was talking about in an instant, Renault still saw something from the expressions of several of us that changed in an instant. He couldn’t help but adjust his expressions, and then secretly signaled to us with a little restraint.
Pay attention to your surroundings.
I looked around curiously and saw the welcoming team gathered not far away - half of them were Protoss.
It turns out that this is the case. In this case, Kerrigan really has no choice but to hide at home and cook.
"How is your situation now? Can the environment of the new colony meet your needs?"
On the way to the new colonial capital with Renault and Zeratul, which was actually an alloy shantytown directly transformed from a huge colonial warehouse, I asked Uncle Z, who had an indifferent expression.
"It will take some time for us to adapt to the environment of the sanctuary, but it is already much better than we expected," Zeratul replied. "The sacred seeds allowed these desolate and barren planets to quickly establish rudimentary ecosystems. Although this
Unbalanced ecosystems may die within a few years, but it has given us enough breathing time. We should be able to complete the transformation of those planets. The Protoss have a strong ability to adapt to the environment."
"And the environment here is not too bad for us," Renault took over. "In the slums at the edge of the Federation, the environment there is not much better than here. The people at the bottom of the Federation live there as if they were pioneering an interstellar land.
It’s the same hard life, but here, although the environment is not very good, at least they can live for themselves...except for missing their hometown and other psychological problems, there is nothing to worry about.”
"But that's enough to worry about, isn't it?" The pseudo-loli in priest robes who had been following me silently said in a soft and gentle magnetic voice, "The human heart is the most fragile at this time.
They need guidance, human James Reno, can you bear this spiritual support?"
"...I don't know." Uncle Renault finally sighed, "I have been fighting against *** and *** for many years, but now I have to face challenges that I have never known before, interstellar pioneering... human beings
Now we're back in ***... But it doesn't matter. Many years ago, when the human immigration ship was lost in this star area, didn't we also come here? In the meantime, we also encountered attacks from the so-called compatriots of the United Earth Council...
…”
You don’t have to worry about this. Under Lilina’s suggestion, the empire has used hidden troops to attack this place. Before the New Koprulu humans completely become the theocratic slaves of the empire, no external civilization can detect you - only
It's a pity that I can't say this.
"What do people here think about our existence?"
Finally, I asked this question that I desperately wanted to know.
"In the eyes of the Protos people, your image is glorious and tall," Renault shrugged. His irresponsible remarks made a group of Uncle Zs couldn't help but turn their heads and pretend not to see it. "They call you mentors and leaders, but
In the eyes of humans, your image is...well, a bit complicated."
"In the eyes of some people, the Xiling Apostles are the saviors who saved this star region. Although their hometown was ultimately destroyed by your formatting, these people know that this is not your responsibility. These people are mainly the poorest people at the bottom.
They didn't have much attachment to their old lives, and they were quite satisfied with this New Eden. As for other people, although they finally chose Christianity, they were still very hostile to the Empire as an outsider and causing chaos.
**, they feel that their current bad situation is all thanks to you. These people are basically the nobles of the past. The destruction of Kprulu left them with nothing, and they have to follow me, a terrorist who they once looked down upon.
, Huh... The rest are neutrals. There is nothing to say about this. In short, the mainstream consciousness of the new colonies is quite kind to you now, but you can't expect humans to line up to welcome the emperor."
"Hmm, that sounds challenging."
Lilina said something nonsense, but only I could understand what she meant.
This girl seems to have already begun her plan to sow seeds of divine power.
The planet that was to be the capital of the new colony was located in the middle of nowhere. It was a lonely, brown planet orbiting an aging star. The location seemed strange. It didn't belong to Proton.
The territory of Toss Sanctuary is far away from the New Eden Galaxy. Although the environment is barely able to survive without modification, it is not suitable to be used as the capital of a new immigration area. But soon, I
It makes sense why such a lonely planet would be regarded as the new capital.
It is located exactly in the middle of the refuge of the two races, a very clever point: it is exactly the same distance from the two races, and it is the only planet that has not been artificially transformed by the empire. In other words, this place should be regarded as one of the two places to pioneer space.
The first colonial star developed by this race.
"We call this place El-Tassani," Renault said with a heavy sigh, "to commemorate our lost hometown."
"Proteus and humans are completely integrated?"
I was surprised by this name that was obviously pieced together. The first half refers to the Protos' home planet that was destroyed by the Zerg, while the second half comes from the former capital of humanity that was destroyed by war. The meaning of such a name is too obvious.
"Integration is not enough, but in this cruel world, at least we are brothers who fled together," Renault smiled bitterly and shook his head, "We need to join hands to persevere in the future of *** life...
We need the cutting-edge technology of Protos, but the other party also needs some extreme skills that humans have learned through long-term struggles with cruel nature."
"For example, the tenacity of human beings," Zeratul added on the side, "Facing the second destruction of their homeland, many Protoss fell into depression. Although a high degree of rationalization prevents us from falling into despair,
Compared with humans who have been struggling to survive in the Koprulu sector in a weak position, we do lack the alertness and tenacity of the weak, which cannot be replaced by cutting-edge technology and racial concepts."
In other words, you envy the strong spirit of human beings, right...
"We brought a lot of seeds..." I suddenly thought of this very important thing, and immediately patted Lilina on the head and asked her to rummage out from her pocket. She immediately rolled her eyes***
Get up: "Haven't you ever heard that you shouldn't pat and feed Priestess?"
Raynor and Zeratul interrupted my movements at the same time. The expressions on their faces told me that they were not very enthusiastic about these seeds.
"If those sacred seeds are no longer needed," Zeratul shook his head, "Although they can bring us a moment of relaxation, they will eliminate the motivation for the development of the two races. The ecological zone we have established now
We can barely survive with the immigration cabin on the spaceship, leaving us in the reverse flow of fate..."
"Well, the ecosystem formed after these improved seeds is stable..."
"Zeratu, this half is yours." Raynor took the seed from my hand without hesitation, and then handed it to his good friend.
Hey! Uncle Z! At least you can't be as stupid as Uncle Renault, okay?
After briefly meeting with the main person in charge of the new colony and briefly explaining the situation in this area, we no longer have the need to stay here. The Zerg have died out, and even the Koprulu sector has been destroyed.
There is no scum left. The reconstruction here will take decades to complete, and the fallen apostle who caused us such a big loss is unlikely to reappear here. It is time to leave.
When we left, there was only a group of Protos fleets to see us off. It was not that humans were seriously hostile to the Empire, which caused them not to even send a fleet to see us off, but that they had now used all the gadgets that could reach the sky.
Supporting the construction of colonies, the technologically weak humans have never been able to compare with the capital-rich Protos, and we have no intention of letting humans put out their precious spaceships for a farewell ceremony just for the sake of a little face-saving project. In fact,
If Zeratul hadn't insisted on giving us a ride, a group of imperial leaders who had been wandering around for a long time would have almost gone home to wash up and sleep...
"We have selectively given you a part of the empire's technology. It is the technology that is most suitable for you after calculation by our ultimate deduction system. Of course, in order not to disrupt the normal process of a civilization, this part of the technology will not be any better than what you currently have.
The technology is much higher, but it can definitely save you a lot of detours."
I said this before bidding farewell to Zeratul, and then handed another crystal to his hand.
"There is another part of the technology stored in this crystal, which is left to you for safekeeping. If you can completely decipher the first part of the technology we gave you within fifty years, you can unseal it. If you can't do it within fifty years,
, destroy this crystal immediately, the technology here will ruin the future of your entire race."
Zeratul took the crystal with both hands, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn.
"You can trust me, respected mentor."
Um, what's the deal with this title?
Selectively delivering some imperial technology to Protos is the result of discussions between Sandora and I. Protos is an extremely rare race that has developed super technology and is also highly rational. In ancient times,
Over the years, the empire has taught its technology to such a civilization with "potential" more than once, and the "potential" here...
Don't think it's a good thing, it refers to "the potential to become a vassal of the empire".
Through the guidance of science and technology, shaping the development process of a civilization is almost more comprehensive control than theocratic rule. In view of the different civilization levels and group nature of the two races, Sandora and Lilina jointly formulated two plans that can
In the long-term plan to include both humans and Protoss under the rule of the empire, the human race will end with the Mechanicum, and the Protoss "gods" will be led on a path of no return by imperial technology.
By the way, Lilina, as a believer of Dingdang, is busy building a religion in the universe that believes in the Xiling Apostles. Is it really okay?
It is foreseeable that in two hundred years at most, these two races will not be able to break away from the leadership of the empire, otherwise their civilization will collapse overnight.
I'm not sure whether humans have wise enough sages to see this, but those hundreds of years old old men in Protus can definitely relate to it, but they have no other choice. The extreme advancement of the empire's technology makes it impossible for them to do so.
Resist the temptation, and in this dangerous universe, becoming a vassal of a super-powerful civilization is not a bad thing - we have no ill intentions anyway.
Well, but the future of the two races was cut off by the empire and turned to us for comprehensive planning. It feels a bit guilty to do such a thing...
"I'm finally home...I'm so exhausted!!"
Hey, hey, hey! I said you are a fake loli who only does soy sauce besides planting trees. As a military commander, I am not tired yet!
"Tch, you are just as good at soy sauce as I am, right?"
The words were splashed on the carpet in the living room without any image, and Lilina said in a muffled voice.
Then the girl yelled "Wow" and jumped up to a height of more than two meters - if there was no roof, I think it could be even higher.
Anweina's head is slowly poking out from the carpet, and she just happened to meet Lilina face to face... This incorrigible ghost maid was just using her own method to check the hygiene of the basement, and our Priestess and Female Cultist
Zong Jian, the chief heretic judge... was frightened away by a ghost.