Chapter 1,368 Anseth’s Memories

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The ancestors were carefully kept in cages by their own children who had become gods, and were regarded 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". Is this kind of resurrection... 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" The "vassals" and "servants", those mortals like him who lived in the Shadow City and served the "gods" as servants of the Empire.

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' equal treatment of all mortal species does not stem from moral "fairness" or any other "virtue." There are only two reasons for this equal treatment: the rational apostles have no time to have such meaningless thoughts as "racial discrimination"; They don't have time to classify a group of equally weak mortals.

Would you give each ant in the yard a ranking of combat effectiveness?

Of course, Xiling Apostles do not have such subjective thoughts about 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 living together. Moreover, if there is an overwhelmingly powerful high-level civilization, such a situation will occur. This is something that has nothing to do with morality and justice. This is a situation that will become a fait accompli as long as it appears. Traversing the entire void, the only difference between this class status is whether the civilization at the top is friendly enough. The Xiling rulers of the old empire were regarded as tyrants by countless races, but now the new empire is more friendly, that's all. The imperial family members know this very well, and they are happy to accept the current peaceful and stable situation. They are mortals with mortal bodies. It is an insignificant fait accompli that they stand in the family class, just like Pandora who is 1.2 meters tall. Therefore, in many cases, she is naturally classified into the children's ticket group, while others naturally have to buy adult tickets. . It is such a fait accompli that 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 and get everything they deserve. If they want, they can also become their own "gods". Friends (although they are a bit rigid. But Xiling Apostle should be considered a very kind god), they even have the opportunity to drag Emperor Xiling 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, and those facing them are still gods.

But for Ansers, the ancestor, the situation is different.

He is a spiritual symbol in a mortal body, 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. He knew that he should be the same as those people. But the children they once created forbade all this.

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 and once a leader. I cannot tolerate days of doing nothing, let alone You can't tolerate being treated like a rare animal and put in a hood. And... To be honest, the Xiling people are already extinct. Our civilization is now in your hands. We are just a group of races that all died out many years ago. The few remaining ghosts, 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 have thought about it a lot, and I can understand it all: the difficulties faced by the ancestors, their embarrassing position, the house arrest-style "consecration" brought about by the care and chaos of the Xiling apostles, and a person who is in the whole clan. The loneliness faced by those who are resurrected alone after death: Okay, maybe not alone, but there are only so many ancestors who have returned to the world, so how is it different from being alone? What they pursue is not their own survival, but their own civilization, but the civilized environment they are familiar with is now gone.

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 in 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 is the use? To the ancestors, the now super-evolved Xiling Apostles are probably even 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, and in the end I could only wave my hand, "Okay, let's not mention my matter. Sandora's side... I'll go and persuade her. She's just a little nervous now, and 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 it. You are not 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 District, day after day, year after year, forever as a group of living spiritual idols, respected by countless Xiling apostles. to “visit”. 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 very bad, but I haven’t had time to object to Sandola yet. There are just too many miscellaneous things to do these days. Now it seems that Ansers has been vaguely aware of the situation. After noticing 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. She would understand anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I can't remember if you don't say it." If you don't say that pressure gives people motivation, after racking my brains like this, I actually remembered something that I almost forgot, "We are looking for the home world. coordinates, you know this, right? But all the equipment that recorded the coordinates of my hometown have been destroyed, and no clues have been found on the wreckage of the Ark. We have not found any remaining traces from the world barrier of the original universe. So the last hope is you. …”

"Us?" Anseth 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 give a rough description of the world where they temporarily docked." I finally smoothed my thoughts. 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 God Clan 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 investigate like a net, 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 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 able to take time off. After retirement, old people can't stand the leisure days and have to find something to do. This is what the old captain in front of me seems to be like. .

His crew members are probably the same: the ancestors who came from the exile era will never settle for pleasure. 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, with 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 act like a commander at this time: "Then this important task will be left 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 started digging 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 in the Ark Commander. It has been kept by me before because it is an inconspicuous gadget. As time went by, I almost forgot about it. Now I am talking to Anseth. After a long while, I suddenly remembered this.

"This is..." Anseth's expression stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly stretched out his hand, but after touching the pendant, he retracted it as if he was electrocuted. As if I didn't believe that the thing in front of me was real, I put the pendant 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. Sorry. I really 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 counting the remains of our ancestors, we found no one who matched the woman in the pendant, so the woman named Anhena must have died a long time ago. Judging from Anseth's performance, maybe that was before the Ark crashed.

"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, dividing small groups of colonial troops in slightly stable areas along the way, allowing them to search for worlds that may be suitable for survival, Ankh Na is an ecology expert on one of the colonization teams.”

"Isn't it true that such a colonial team will never come back?" I couldn't help but say. The Ark fleet of the ancestors was quite backward. They had not yet mastered precise navigation technology at that time. And the entire fleet will not dock at all. They are like a fleet sailing at night on an invisible ocean. Each ship has only one order to "advance". Once these colonial teams are separated from the order field, they will be drawn into endless darkness, with no possibility of return.

"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 to 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 had been silent for such a long time and finally came back to life. "Mortals...are always such weak and tenacious creatures. God can't let go of them at all."

"Why do we have to separate a family," I curled my lips in some distaste, "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. It doesn’t feel right.”

"Because I am the captain," Ansers shook his head indifferently, "and Anhenna 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 had to make sacrifices. The first emperor at that time had two sons who were sent to the colony ships, and we took this sacrifice for granted. And think about it from another perspective... For those who stayed in 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 fake 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 A few of them, 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 at all depressed because of the "interruption of sightseeing". Instead, they became happy because of the word "mission" from Ansers.

This is 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. .”

"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 knew 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 and 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 get a nervous breakdown from this female gangster. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)