Chapter 1575 Deep Space Ruins

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 it.

The Lost God Religion’s behavior of sequestering technology seems unreasonable. From my perspective, it goes against the trend of history and hinders the development of the times. However, their founders are tree elves who have seen real high-tech before. What is it like? A guy who would not be frightened just because of advanced technology chooses 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 very strange. It may be related to the pursuit after the collapse of the old empire, so it cannot be denied rashly.

The approach of 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 is hard to say whether the approach of the technological revivalists is good or bad. After all, we don’t know the tens of thousands of people in the Lost God Sect. What is the purpose of years ago? What if there are two million fallen apostles or a gate of the abyss sealed deep in the universe or outside the world barrier? When everyone was shivering in tree holes, the technological revivalists ran out and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Whose responsibility is it for 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 came to a conclusion.

Therefore, faced with the request for help from the female leader. Sandora and I could only shake our heads (of course Sandora couldn't shake her head now, so she chose to tremble in place to express her denial). It’s better to wait until the truth comes out. Anyway, it’s not too late. This planet has survived tens of thousands of years. The female leader didn't insist after hearing my explanation. She was probably not convinced by me, but just thought that she couldn't convince a group of "foreigners" with her own words, so she just didn't bother. She is a very smart woman.

In the end, Sandora and I gave guidance to the female leader (I think it was guidance), letting her 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 local signal of xltv cannot be received, so there is no way to find the news column team to confirm this matter. But 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 did not 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 guess you'll just be entertained. It's beyond your imagination anyway." I pointed to the holographic projection on the table. "You can look for it yourself. I've prepared some for you. A tool to relieve boredom, this thing supports mind control. It is very simple. In addition, you can also contact people in other rooms through it... and make them feel at ease by the way."

"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? Have you never sealed away technology?"

Oh, the other party finally brought up the key issue: 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 it is to seek death." She has become accustomed to the repressive way of thinking and the slow progress of the civilization she lives in. Even if the technological revivalists are progressive thinkers on the planet, her knowledge is limited to a small area. But now that extraterrestrial visitors have appeared, she After seeing with her own eyes advanced technology that can be described as unbelievable, even technology that surpasses ancient civilizations, is there any need to ask how much 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: What if the development of technology will lead to death?

"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’ll help you, it just takes a little time: we first have to make sure the whole process is safe.”

"That is to say, the history of our civilization is indeed very strange?!" The female leader's expression 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, walked to the exit with the Sandola ball in my arms, and 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 considered a high-end bedroom? The place where I live is not as spacious as this one!) closed softly behind me, and the last half of the female leader's words faintly came through from behind 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, Sandola 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 compromise on how much truth he can know. We may have to find other tree elves. Inquiring 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 prosperity and force the charge. 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 for the edge of the galaxy. The two guests who had returned from the dead were already awake. But after all, they had died once, and their spirits were still a little weak, and their souls needed to slowly reintegrate 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 humane at all, and Zhi Xiaoer. Night Cry's self-disciplined machines (again, I think these little robots are quite cute), these things startled the two adventurous lovers, and they just woke up today. So he seemed more panicked. But they were luckier than the female leader in that they were together, at least they had a companion, and they seemed to be able to recover quickly after comforting each other. Sandora and I have nothing to say to these two adventurers (one of whom is a trainee battle nun). The main thing is to 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 have eight robot arms...

Those self-disciplined machines are obviously cute, why don’t you guys understand? Do you know how cute Gaia looks when chatting with her autonomous machine? Is there anyone who doesn’t catch a cold with the 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. This is more difficult to understand - please be patient with this muscle demon. This "technological evil spirit" with eight mechanical tentacles in your eyes is actually the nurse here. She just wants to check your health, okay? But now that the checkup has been completed, I can be alive and kicking duel with the electronic squid for two hours as soon as I wake up. There's 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, so I'm afraid she'll get hurt - this thing called the self-discipline machine you mentioned does look scary." Leon showed embarrassment after he probably figured out what was going on here. He looked like that, 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 makes it difficult for people to find fault with: after all, not every man has the courage to do this. He went to duel with a bunch of electronic squids to protect his wife.

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. The noisy characters, at least in some areas, are the noisy characters, but they really don't have much 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 that he can buy a big house for himself and his girlfriend to live in in the future. 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 transportation. Originally, I planned to find out from the three generations of Aoba's ancestors whether there are any elders who have survived from the ancient civilization period to the present day. Senior, if I ask you the result, don’t tell me—all of them are dead...

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 treated by Sandora and I as temporary guests who were harmless to humans and animals but of little use. 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. Live your own life. 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 for now, Sandora and I will not reveal our status as "extraterrestrial visitors". Anyway, things will happen soon. That should be solved. By then, no one would stop them from quitting their jobs and writing their memoirs at home.

After settling in all the guests on the Imperial Admiral, Shandora and I came to the distant space through the portal: 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, "smooth" cloud cliff can be found. The star-dense belt on the other side of this boundary layer also stopped suddenly: according to the distribution of matter in this area, there should be at least two stars or gas groups of corresponding mass or other matter groups within ten light-years in front of us. , there should be an aging celestial body area hundreds of light years away, but in fact there is nothing: the material of the Milky Way was cut off prematurely here.

You can imagine that in front of you is a picture of the Milky Way (not necessarily the Milky Way known to humans. Any galaxy will do), and in the corner of this picture, a place where the stars should have been bright has been erased, with dozens of There is only darkness within the pixel range: this is what Sandora and I saw.

certainly. It can't be said that there is nothing - there are some scattered man-made facilities that can be found in this empty space with a width of hundreds of light years. They are distributed in the center of this area a little bit away from the center of the galaxy. For humans, They are huge, but they are so small compared to space. The facilities that were no larger than a solar system were like sand in the Ganges River, and their weak residual energy response was almost ignored by Sandora and I.

Sandora and I cruised in this space on a 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 detectors were responsible for discovering this 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 reaction here is very mixed. There seems to be psionic energy, but there are also other energies that have never been seen before. The 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." There are no nether energy level energy facilities found 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 are quite strange, it can be clearly seen that they are also They are not of the same style: some geometric facilities are mainly cubic blocks, while others have rounded shells that are connected by spheres and ellipsoids. In addition, energy veins similar to the empire style can be seen on the surface of some facilities. (most of which are lackluster), the remaining facilities lack this feature. There are various signs 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 clearly It looks like it's a defensive turret, but the function of the rest is unknown. 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 alive from the contaminated area were at this level," Sandora shook the ball. She 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?"

Amidst Sandora's doubts, the engineering ship began to move towards the core of the ruins.

(Anyway, I am idle, so let me continue to promote the Crazy Lich... "The Experimental Diary of the Crazy Lich", well, that's the right name.) (To be continued...)