Chapter 815

Sacrifice.

Civilization is based on sacrifice.

The hunter's blood is spilled on the wild land full of wild animals, and the soldiers' bones are scattered on the ancient battlefield. When they have to fight with powerful alien races, it is the voluntary sacrifice of the brave, so that more people can survive the attack.

From the oldest bark book, we can know that chaos existed tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, our species had no magic, no fighting spirit, no ether, no psionic power, and of course, no holy light. At that time, we had nothing. If we wanted to win the right of life, we had to sacrifice.

Tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors fought and poured blood and internal organs on the fertile soil of civilization - we constantly sacrificed and advanced. Heroes held the flag and led countless people to march forward on the bones of our ancestors. Our blood enabled the birth of a new generation and the continuation of our blood. Even though our civilization has found one powerful force after another in the constant fighting, the magic power and fighting spirit shine like lighthouses, shining on the future of our civilization, but the cornerstone of the lighthouse is still the bones sacrificed by countless ancestors.

Zeiser was looking through the ancient books. This creature with two rows of eyes and four arms, moving forward with its lower body like a snake, was surrounded by visible psionic waves. It silently read the ancient history recorded in the books in its hands, and did not care about the noisy environment.

"The mcrove civilization has been completely revived - not a little fight, their warships are flying through the void to the very edge of the Galaxy!"

"The last time we tracked a cologne in the abyss, we should have noticed that we were able to send out a number of" Legends "at the same time - is that what they call it—— The power of Legendary Super life, except for those demon overlords in the abyss, they are the only ones

"Chaos is recovering, we have detected the fluctuation of evil spirits... Although this fluctuation will soon be extinguished by Mrs. McCullough, they will surely come back, just as they have awakened."

"Is it the return of chaos that leads to the recovery of Mrs. McCullough, or is it the recovery of Mrs. McCullough that leads to the return of chaos?"

"Don't forget, my fellow citizens, it was their arrogance that forced us to stay here and survive!"

This is a meeting that will determine the future of the Chartres civilization.

At the huge oval table, an elite of the Chartres, leaders and scholars are debating fiercely, trying to persuade each other.

The name of the Chartres may not be remembered by many civilizations in the multiverse, but if we say "star God", there will surely be many races who will show a sudden insight and then be alert.

Star God, once a giant in the Central Star River, ruled several ten star domains. Since its birth, this civilization has been fighting against chaos. Their mother world is located around the nest of a family of evil gods. In the year when the Chartres stepped into the void and called themselves gods, they completely eliminated the hotbed of chaos, And put the last remains as their booty in the center of the central hall.

The Chartres are lucky, and so are the Chartres. Fortunately, there are no more powerful monsters around their mother world except a chaotic family nest. Unfortunately, this ambitious civilization full of desire for the distance was born in this star river with mccrov civilization and refuge civilization.

We can never imagine the despair and fear of that era without experiencing the young civilization of that era.

The stars and regions they have observed, the stories and legends they have imagined, and the stories of ancient constellations are just small stars in the territory of super civilization. Long ago, when their civilization was still fighting with wild animals, the virtual warships of super civilization had passed over their world, They even watched the sacrifice and struggle of their ancestors.

They are able to step out of the void only because the void civilization in the central star domain has no habit of destroying the seedlings, and the chaotic invasion they regard as a great enemy is just a low threat that can not be invaded by a single world.

The arrogant Chartres learned to develop in a low-key way after several encounters. They did not show exclusion, but gradually turned to neutrality, because they knew that civilizations that excluded other civilizations would only be crushed to death by more powerful civilizations like crushing ants. Several extreme civilizations taught the Chartres a lesson with their own destruction, and the most prominent of them was that, It's an artificial intelligence civilization - those metal heads that can kill everything and destroy the whole family of the Chartres without hesitation bumped into the mirov civilization, which is addicted to its own great spectacle. As a result, the whole fleet was turned into ashes by a powerful God.

Gradually, they began to expand and try to catch up with the most advanced civilizations. For this reason, they did not mind other civilizations learning from their own shelters. The great federal drafter invited the Chartres to join in the manuscripts of their own shelters, while the mirov civilization was immersed in its own world. They ruled a vast territory, However, he would rather create one half plane and spectacle after another than rule those distant enclaves."One day, distance will no longer be distance, we will master the boundless deep space."

This is what Mrs. McCullough liked to say at that time. These fur free second-hand bipedal upright creatures were so arrogant that they didn't bother to look down at other civilizations. Even if the territory of the Chartres expanded to tens of stars, they were just a well-developed child in their eyes.

And in fact.

Their arrogance is not arrogance, but fact.

When the Chartres realized this, it was too late.

Darkness is coming.

The bright Milky way is shrouded in shadow.

Countless evil spirits and demons came to the whole galaxy, and an incredible number of chaotic demons swept the world. Because of this, the fate of the Chartres' civilization was completely changed.

The fleet collapsed, the fortress collapsed, and under the attack of a number of evil gods, the seemingly thriving star God civilization collapsed one after another. It was the farthest enclave first, and then the colonies around the central star domain. In the face of the chaos, the flames of civilization went out one by one, and the whole Star River turned into a dark dark field.

The Chartres are fortunate and unfortunate.

Fortunately, perhaps because of luck, perhaps because there is a destiny, no evil god came to attack them, but only the attack of the dependents, at least the defense of the parent galaxy can be maintained.

Unfortunately, in addition to the parent galaxy, tens of billions of Chartres colonists have completely died, their souls have dissipated, their bodies have decayed, and they have become food or energy sources for the chaotic families.

So, they're blocked.

The Chartres blockade their home planet and their civilization in a world. They shiver like ostriches, with the mentality of "I can't see you and you can't see me" in their hearts, desperate to survive this winter.

In fact, they succeeded.

Thousands of years later, the name of the Chartres is still there, not like the ashes of other civilizations.

Zell closed his ancient books and looked up at the still debating conference table.

"Don't make any noise."

It said in a deep voice, and with the opening of the powerful Chartres, the whole conference table was silent: "if they didn't come to us before, it was because of disdain. Now, they don't come to us, just because they don't have time. "

"In fact, we have no choice at all - since the mirov civilization reappears, it's only a matter of time before they find us... Whether it's equal communication or extortion of resources, do you think we have a choice?"

"The weak never have a choice, so it's better to take the initiative to choose their own time," he said with a low smile

Other Chartres, some nodded, some shook their heads, but no one raised any objection.

This is the little privilege that Zeiser, as the strongest man of civilization, can have.

"Isn't this really an initiative to expose yourself..."

There is still a voice, whispering in the conference room, which is a little reluctant: "chaos reappears, why don't we continue to hide? We don't have the strength to fight those demons again... "

To meet this kind of words is the cold gaze of Zeiser.

The Shatterer waved and created a huge light curtain in the center of the conference table. The light curtain flickered and showed what the Shatterer mother world looks like today.

As you can see, this is a small continental world, with 60% of the world's sea water and only 40% of the continents.

The meeting room of the Chartres is located at the top of a two thousand meter high skyscraper.

Similarly, skyscrapers are as dense as fungal hyphae and honeycombs, occupying 30% of the mainland, while the rest 70% are mostly occupied by a large number of super huge buildings.

The pollution of industry and population has turned the coastal water into gray black. The clouds in the sky are gray brown and strongly corrosive. Tens of billions of Chartres are piling up in this small world. They are wriggling in the sky bridges and pipelines with mouth devices similar to protective masks. There is no hope in their eyes, Only the deepest numbness.

Sacrifice.

The Chartres have sacrificed too much for the continuation of civilization.

When the last golden fleet of the Chartres was cut off for the retreating civilian ships, everyone thought that it was the final sacrifice - just like the brave people who came forward to protect their homeland in ancient times, they chose to let themselves die for the sake of more people's lives.But it wasn't until the migrant ships arrived at the home world and billions of people lived on this small continent that they understood the true meaning of sacrifice.

——When survival itself has become a kind of torture, loving death is just a choice. Since nothing can be worse than now, why not try to go out and choose a more possible future?

"If we take the initiative to go out, we can barely find a chance for the Chartres." Zeiser looked up and looked at the starry sky, which had become extremely dim compared with thousands of years ago. He said helplessly: "if we continue to stay in this world close to destruction, we will have no future."

It's not just the Chartres who make similar choices