Chapter 633: The Aftermath

Our mission has always been divided into two parts. One part is to fight against the abyss or the fallen apostles or the end of the world. The second part is to find ways to deal with the aftermath of various catastrophic events. In most cases, I can’t wait to enter the aftermath phase. Then rush out and fight with the abyss or the fallen apostles or the end of the world...

Such as now.

"That is to say, after the initial statistics, the total number of Trekkers and their descendants we can place has reached an exciting... ten percent, right?"

Looking up from the reports on the table, I felt my chin trembling.

The special inspector of the Space-Time Administration standing in front of the table looked like he was about to cry: "We have tried our best."

Please don't speak in such a tone as if the rescue has failed. If you can, please try again! Otherwise, it’s me, your boss, who should be sent to rescue!

After the end of this grand battle, which was very bloody named "World Liberation War", how to resettle the Trekkers and their descendants stranded in this world has become our top priority. The most ideal and most direct situation is of course where it comes from. Where should they go back? Let them go back to their hometowns to get married and meet their wives. However, the statistics shocked everyone: there are only so many people in the world who can be repatriated in this way!

Most of the Trekkers who can be directly repatriated are limited to the "new races" that have entered the universe in the past fifty years. Their first generation are basically still alive and old. These old people are thinking about their hometown. People are quite happy to return home, and they also have the conditions to quickly return home and adapt, but these people only account for less than 10% compared to the population of the entire universe.

Only now do I know that the number of people entering this world through trekking every year only accounts for a small proportion of the total population growth. Most of the people here are actually descendants of the surviving trekkers from previous generations, and they have been stranded in this world for several generations. , or even dozens of generations. The more extreme example is Biberu's Iron Ball clan (please forgive the concise and clear name). They have been in this universe for tens of thousands of years!

The long years spent in a strange world are enough to shape a race into another form in every aspect.

The vast majority of people in this universe today are newcomers who were born and raised in this universe. Their memories of their hometown are limited to things that have been passed down orally and are close to legends. Perhaps a few old people from some old families will attach great importance to those who have placed their hopes on them. memories, but I am afraid that the younger generation has long lost this impression. They don’t care whether they can return to their “hometown” they know nothing about. They have even simply adapted to the “cultural environment” of the world’s racial integration. ——Of course, excluding the exciting life of fighting with the "shepherd" every day.

And relatively speaking, their hometown has also undergone tremendous changes over the long years. Governments have changed one after another, and cultures have overlapped from generation to generation. When we collect historical images from the resistance and the Space-Time Management Bureau, After comparing the corresponding modern video samples of the world one by one, it was found that none of them matched.

Therefore, the "new nation" born and raised in this universe can no longer adapt to the customs and culture of their original world. What they have to face after returning home is definitely not the warmth of their hometown, but an almost unsurvivable dilemma. You can imagine a nation in What would it be like to be isolated from their homeland to another world and then return after hundreds of years? Apart from the fact that their appearance has not changed much, they have almost become two species on the inside.

A small group of "new ethnic groups" with such conditions were experimentally sent back to their original world. As a result, within a few days, the proportion of immigrants who applied for return reached 100%. They were completely unable to live in their so-called hometown, where , they felt the same embarrassment their ancestors felt when they just wandered into this world, and the responders in those worlds were also complaining. Although they received a notice from the Space and Time Administration, they expressed their sympathy for these wanderers who had been lost for thousands of years. However, when the two parties met, they still had to regard each other as a weird and dangerous guy like an alien: speaking nouns that no one could understand, having neurotic daily habits, and being unfamiliar with the city life without blackout. At a loss what to do, and condemning the social convention that "ordinary citizens are not allowed to carry weapons" - after spending a few days of unbearably depressing life, the experimental repatriates who were brought back by the Space and Time Administration all looked haggard and started to cry. He said that he simply could not accept the kind of life where people from his hometown watched him like monkeys.

This is still one of the situations. The Space and Time Administration is actively communicating with the world governments that have been incorporated into the macro world and have established covert diplomacy with the empire. These efforts may be able to slightly alleviate some of the pressure on the adaptable immigrants, but there is still a considerable part of the Trek. The survivors and their descendants simply cannot be arranged: either their world coordinates cannot be found, or their race has simply perished, or even worse, the world they live in has been destroyed.

Where should these people who no longer have a home go? This is the most vexing problem!

"How about just letting them stay in this world?"

My sister's gentle voice woke me up from my thoughts. When I raised my head, a cup of hot tea was placed in front of me.

"I have thought about it too, but where do you want them to live? The celestial body system of this universe is collapsing. After the archives as the world management terminal are closed, the operation of the universe has stopped. Although according to Dingdang, the space here is a There is no danger of collapse of the automated system, but how can they survive in a world without any celestial system?"

This is what makes us even more troubled. Generally speaking, since the people here have adapted to the unique customs and environment of this world, wouldn't it be better to just let them live here? But the situation is far from that optimistic. This universe is a tomb world artificially created by the ancient Xiling apostles. Its celestial body operations need to be supported by the servo system of the Archives. When the Archives closed, we found that the celestial system of the entire universe began to gradually Out of control.

Now Dingdang is using his own power to barely slow down this chaos, but the time left to us will not exceed a month at most.

We have to move hundreds of billions of people to a new world where they can survive within a month. Should I consider Pandora's proposal and find a nearby universe to invade...

While I was thinking about this dangerous idea, the door to the office was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Vega, who was the security guard, reported: "Sir, Fina is here."

"Let her in."

A girl wearing a simple off-white dress walked into the room. Although she still had a mechanical and rigid face, the latter's eyes now seemed to have a hint of intelligence, which showed that her brain had gradually adapted to the new body.

The new body of the Xiling Apostle.

Our initial plan was to create a super strong human body for Fina, similar to the one used for Lilina or Ilya, but the experts responsible for examining the bodies of the leaders of various races soon discovered this The Mechanical Queen is in a special situation. Since the "remains" she has been using retain a part of the spiritual obsession of the Xiling Apostle, Fina's own soul has also mutated. She is now unable to adapt to human life forms, so we I had no choice but to replace her with a brand new body of the Xiling Apostle, completely replacing it from beginning to end, and then transferring the soul as a whole to avoid the consequences of rejection forever.

As a result, Fina is now the only exception among the leaders of various races who has not been able to regain her human body. She herself does not care about this, and it is said that many people are envious of her exception: Now Fina is also considered an Empire member, which is quite an honor for ordinary races who have just been rescued from the sea of ​​misery by the Empire.

"Fina, how are you feeling?"

Seeing that the other person was still a little stiff when walking, I couldn't help but ask with concern.

"You're adapting well, friend. Thank you for your concern." Fina tried to show a smile, but her expression of serious lack of training almost scared me. She quickly returned to her straight face, "Your complexion looks good. It’s not a good idea to go up there, my friend.”

"We don't have to worry about the end of the world." I spread my hands. "You also have the right to check the public information link. You should know what we are worried about."

Fina blinked, "Friend, that's why I'm here - this is a piece of data compiled by the resistance, and what those friends asked me to give to you."

I took the information screen handed over by Fina and glanced at it: "What does this mean?"

"The resistance organization was officially disbanded at noon yesterday. Afterwards, all forces composed of Trekkers and their descendants held a 24-hour emergency meeting. Finally, a consensus was reached. All forces decided to voluntarily give up all their independent sovereignty and merged into one. For the 'Pan-Galactic Civilization Community'..."

Following Fina's words, my eyes slowly swept across the information screen.

It was a declaration jointly declared by the leaders of all forces and addressed to all intelligent creatures in the universe:

"... Starting today, the Gotak Free Kingdom, the Roland Gale Foundation, the Holy Empire, the Violet Federation... the United States of Anduvar announced its disintegration, and all forces voluntarily gave up their sovereignty. The 'Pan-Galactic Civilization Community' is now established, and all intelligence in this universe Life will no longer have the old nationality, but will all become members of the 'community'...

...Members of all ethnic groups in the community can voluntarily choose to return to their home world, or they can voluntarily choose to stay, but no matter where you are in the future, the community will always welcome you and your descendants...

...Due to the reasons announced before, most of us are now unable to return to our hometowns. The community will be a ***civilization. Our only choice is to be at home all over the world..."

After reading the text on the information screen at a glance, I raised my eyes and looked into Fina's clear eyes: "Sandora has been in contact with you, right?"

"Yes, according to the suggestions of His Majesty Sandora and the two great governors of the New Eden Federation, we decided to become an imperial family similar to the New Eden Federation. After the World Liberation War, the population of this universe has dropped sharply. Now the entire The population of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community is approximately over 100 billion. After excluding the population that can return to their hometowns, we still have a population of 90 billion. These people need at least a dozen colonial stars to resettle them. Now we have no home. I can only rely on you for everything."

Fina's very frank statement made me smile bitterly, and in the end, it turned out to be like this.

"Okay, then just listen to my arrangements."

Pushing the report away from the table, I finally made up my mind.

"As you know, the celestial system that has been deliberately modified in this world is about to collapse. Soon all the planets will be reshuffled, the gravity will be averaged, and the matter in this universe will be almost all concentrated in the core area from now on. To be evenly dispersed until it returns to the appearance of a normal universe. In this process, you will undoubtedly lose the possibility of surviving on a peaceful and peaceful land. Our original plan was to use this world as a weapons depot to dock the Death Star fleet. As well as other planet battleships on standby, those floating planets will not have much impact on our planet fortress..."

The Trekkers and their descendants are homeless, which means they can call home at any time. Now my decision is to let them live on the Death Star fleet and other planet fortresses!

In peacetime, how the Death Star fleet should be on standby is also a question I am considering. The psionic Death Star is the ultimate weapon, which means that its chances of going on the battlefield are absolutely pitiful. Even in wartime, it will not last ten years. You will definitely be able to go out for a few days. In this way, the super big man can only be on standby most of the time. What is wasted is that the thing cannot be completely shut down. At the lowest power, it also produces a considerable amount of energy every second. For the energy consumption of one sun, everyone knows that I am a person who lives a daily life. Faced with such a huge waste, a certain head of state was very sad.

So it would be best to let it benefit the common people when it is idle. Anyway, it is shining, and there is a precedent of temporarily using the planet fortress as a colonial star and agricultural base. I have been thinking about this: In normal times , can the Death Star fleet really become a vibrant star system?

"I can let you live on the Empire's star battleships. Due to a somewhat convulsive military expansion, those giant spaceships have accumulated a lot in the Empire's arsenal, but most conventional wars have no chance of them appearing. I can choose from them. Twenty planetary fortresses that have been damaged in the war or have outdated technology are given to you. There may not be many opportunities for these fortresses to be used on the battlefield again. It is better to make them your new homes, and then, the various members of the pan-galactic civilization community The tribes can survive in this world that is about to experience material violence, but this will have two problems: First, even if the semi-retired planet battleships you live in will not go into battle again, the Death Star fortress may still be deployed at any time. , by then many of your customs and habits will probably become weird, such as habitually watching your sun disappear suddenly, then going home and turning on the TV to calmly watch the news broadcast about starships turning on the gravity correction system and artificial canopy, or every now and then. I found that the sky above my head suddenly turned gray, and a huge word "loading" appeared on it. The second point, and the more important point, is that you will become the dependents of the empire from now on, but to put it bluntly, you are just a vassal. You have paid so much. Peace and freedom have come at a price, but after joining the empire, you will have to face war at any time."

"Friend," Fina suddenly twitched her lips slightly, "Actually, Your Majesty Sandora told me a long time ago that you will definitely say these words.

We have considered everything clearly, including the obligations we will bear after becoming a vassal of the empire. I think that on the whole, this choice is beneficial. The world is about to be destroyed, and most of us are already homeless. Apart from accepting the empire We simply cannot survive independently outside the protection of the life, then in exchange, it wouldn't be uncomfortable to fight for you. The two great governors of the New Eden Federation even mentioned the great achievements of the empire. Only then did we know that you are constantly fighting to save worlds and to eliminate some very dangerous demonic forces. Such a great cause, if If we can also participate, it might be an honor - at least it would be better than gradually weakening in endless internal friction. And from a personal emotional point of view, I think being by your side is the right choice. You are excellent and powerful. , you have the highest authority, but you are still upright. You are a wise monarch, worthy of our following. "

I listened dumbly, and then quickly took out a recorder: "Fina, please say it again quickly. I'll record it and listen to it twice before going to bed at night. This will help blood circulation!"

Fina: "..."

Today is the seventh day of the establishment of the pan-galactic civilization community. The Death Star fleet and two other temporarily created artificial star systems (simple star manufacturing technology, with the assistance of the psionic Death Star, this kind of nuclear fusion reactor can be mass-produced a little bit (no difficulty) has been integrated at the edge of the Great Nebula. The remaining 100 billion people in the universe are landing on these man-made celestial bodies one after another. Cities for emergency colonization have been initially established on them, with all the infrastructure available. It is worth mentioning. The thing is, these are technologies from the New Eden Federation.

To use the words of a certain unforgiving female priest, it is the only technological field in the New Eden Federation that surpasses the Xiling Empire: escape technology.

"People who have lost their hometown forever, I hope they can regard these war weapons as their second home and make this place full of life."

Looking at the busy transport fleet in space, I suddenly felt something.

A natural black guy next to him immediately muttered: "Don't lament for them, at least it's better than death."

"From today on, we are a race that is parasitic on the empire's weapons."

A somewhat self-deprecating voice came to my ears, and following the sound, a blond young man wearing a luxurious military uniform was holding a girl on his arm, looking at the scene happening in space with a complicated expression.

These two people were only recently introduced to us. Before, their images had always been bright sparks jumping on the projector. You must have thought that they were the leaders of the resistance in the past.

King Anduin of the Holy Kingdom, and his wife Betsy, were energy creatures that merged into one just ten days ago, but now this couple in trouble has gained a new life.

"This is only temporary. We are selecting suitable planets from other worlds, creating some stable planets, and seizing the time to create more efficient artificial stars. By then, part of your population will be able to live on normal planets and live an absolutely perfect life. Just like on ordinary colonial stars, of course, the scene in the sky may be a bit exciting. It is said that the chaos of the celestial bodies takes tens of thousands of years to pass..."

"Actually, it doesn't make any difference what kind of planet you live on, right? You are also under the absolute protection of the empire."

"That's true," I shrugged, "How should I put it...I have always admired you. People who fight angrily for freedom are always admirable, so now I feel a little guilty for depriving you of your freedom. It is said that Some people within the community really feel uncomfortable because of this.”

The gentle blond young man smiled at me and said, "Your Majesty the Emperor, please don't misunderstand me. I am just mocking our current dramatic situation. I am not dissatisfied with your arrangements at all, and as the Grand Bishop said , this is at least a better situation than death. In this world, everyone knows that freedom and peace require a price. Compared with those fallen warriors, the price paid by those of us who enjoy the fruits of victory can be ignored. Forget it."

The girl next to him also smiled shyly at us: "When I woke up, I heard that all the intelligent races in the universe voluntarily submitted to the rule of the empire. At that time, I thought the end of the world had finally come, but Andu Because tell me, on the contrary, the end of the world has just ended, anyway, you are helping us, as for the guilt of depriving others of their freedom..."

At this point, the girl suddenly burst into laughter: "I really didn't expect that the head of the empire, who was so exaggerated, would have such a headache. He was so worried about not being able to save the world when he saved the world..."

"Becky!" Anduin quickly pulled his partner and smiled awkwardly at me, "She's always been like this."

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it," I scratched my hair, "I'm just a good old man who can't even be a savior. It's really beyond my expectation that you don't mind Sandora's way of doing things. To be honest, I have been responsible for such a long time. What a load I have to bear, my pear is huge."

A voice sounded from behind: "It's even more beyond my expectation that you can safely allow a vulgar race like us to live on your star battleship."

"Roland Gale," Anduin saw the old man walking this way and immediately greeted him from a distance, "How does it feel to step on the ground again?"

"It's nice to have hands and feet, but for you, it must be a novel feeling to breathe again, right? And you have regained your youth with your wife? Haha..." The heroic old man in military uniform walked quickly with the wind at his feet. Coming next to us, "Your Majesty the Emperor, all the immigrants in Dongtian District have been put in place. Starting tomorrow, they can live normally."

"That's good - but I have to remind you that although a star battleship can be used as a planet to live in, you must not habitually drill on it! You don't know how much effort it takes to polish it!"

Roland Gale was stunned for a moment: "To be honest, you can safely allow a vulgar race like us to live on the empire's strategic weapons. It's incredible. According to the habits of ordinary races like us, such strategic weapons are not allowed to foreigners. The clan members are here to live, and even their own people are not allowed to touch it.”

"It's okay. Anyway, those things are now locked inside and you can't break them," I said frankly. "Do you believe that even if I let you open it for research, you won't be able to remove even one armor plate from it within a hundred years?"

Everyone: "...You don't have to wear something so tan!"

The work of resettling immigrants is proceeding smoothly with the full cooperation of their respective leaders and the assistance and command of the experienced New Eden Federation. It is now nearing completion. In addition to the core psionic Death Star of the fleet, the other satellites have been replaced by the old starships we originally built in the Koprulu sector. The truly powerful "Zodiac" has returned to standby) and two temporary establishments The artificial star system in China has a total of more than 20 mild planets, which can easily accommodate immigrants of all ethnic groups. In the past, there were only so few people left in the entire galaxy. It has to be said that it is a very sighing thing. But the joy of victory has temporarily diluted the sadness of the deceased. The Pan-Galaxy Civilization Community is actively preparing to welcome their Independence Day celebration in their new home. The aftermath of this world is basically over here, and only Tavel is still leading it. She asked her engineers to carry out some technical work, such as fine-tuning the radiation frequency of the psionic Death Star to make the simulated sunlight more suitable for life, and correcting the gravitational mask of all celestial systems to ensure that the When the big collapse comes, the new settlements will not be affected, but we on our side are beginning to prepare to return home.

After dragging it on for so many days, Sylvia was almost dying of anxiety - although the girl still seemed to be taking it easy.

It is worth mentioning that there is one more person going back with us: Fina.

This is not something to be surprised about. The government of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community has been reorganized into a parliamentary system. Many tired leaders of the older generation have taken this opportunity to transfer their responsibilities to the new generation of leadership they selected. Fina also Having given up her identity as queen, now that she is jobless and light-hearted, she naturally has to consider her future whereabouts.

There is no way to go back home. Hundreds of years have passed by, and Fina's hometown has undergone earth-shaking changes. That place is simply a strange world to Fina. Even her former motherland has disappeared into history. It is boring to stay in this universe among the dust. We all know Fina's daily hobby - that is, not having any hobbies. This mechanical girl spends more time in a daze than Pandora. She also wants to change this situation. In addition, she now has the official status of an apostle, and finally, our Majesty the Queen decided to follow us back - she believed that the empire should be regarded as her second hometown, where she might be able to be with her new people. It will make her future life more interesting, and we are also happy to give her a new home. Shadow City has just started to apply for the second batch of resident registrations recently, so we just happened to give her a...

On the last day of leaving this world, everyone was making their own preparations. All departments of the fleet were busy, including a group of senior empire officials who usually had nothing to do. Qian Qian went shopping with her elder sister early in the morning, and they also brought I took a transport ship and said I wanted to buy some souvenirs for everyone in Shadow City - I really wanted to persuade them that it is not easy for people to be poor in materials now, and this is not how to improve the economy. Sandora went to the parliament of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community. She still had some things to arrange. After all, the community was now a tenant of the empire's weapons. They had to explain how they would respond to the military operations that the empire might carry out in the future. , since they have accepted the empire's asylum, they must also respond to our call for war like the New Eden Federation. These are all planning issues that need to be considered. Lilina took her goddess and went to preach in some corner of the world. According to her, this kind of time when people are in panic and mortals are in urgent need of comfort is the spring of magic. There are lost lambs all over the mountains and fields outside waiting for her to go. Deception, let us extend our highest sympathy to the citizens of the community who are about to become cult believers. Pandora and Visca accompanied Sylvia in a daze or a daze on the main flagship. Ever since Bellavilla woke up and disappeared, Visca felt a little lost, which directly led to the latter's frequent visits to When Sylvia ran there, she seemed to be remembering her sister Bellavilla in this way, and Pandora stayed with her all the time. No matter what, the little loli who was not good at expressing still cared about her sister.

As for me?

I am now walking on the streets of the temporary capital star with a mercury lantern hanging on my neck, holding the mercury lantern and leading more than a dozen mercury lanterns. This is a planet battleship equivalent to one and a half times the size of the earth. , on the surface, a large number of cities were built urgently by Xiling hosts. For those construction experts who are amazingly efficient in building bases, just building some metal shells that can accommodate people is simply easier than eating and drinking water. Although it seems that buildings The style is a bit rigid, and there is a serious lack of humane design, but as a temporary colony, the environment here is already like paradise. I believe that with the joint efforts of those hard-working and brave people of all ethnic groups, there will be a better tomorrow... Ahem, yesterday's speech transcript Didn’t you memorize it and still have sequelae?

But let me tell you... little lanterns, it’s really hard for me to walk like this, don’t you know?

"It's clear that I was out shopping... Why did the inspection end up like this?"

After raising my arm and trying to take off the 60cm three-head hanging on it without success, I once again questioned this.

"Because the movement speed can be increased by 60% on Onii-sama, our legs are too short! Misaka 10859 said, grabbing Onii-sama's sleeves hard."

...But it’s wrong for you to act cute like this with mercury lamps on your head! And why is it 60%? Why is it the speed of a novice mount?

On the streets where people are coming and going - no matter whether it is post-war reconstruction or not, and no matter how many major measures are taken above, ordinary people still have to live their lives. Even if it is a simple city that has just been built, there must be people on the streets. There were people coming and going and hordes of brats, and now we had another pair of brats surrounding us.

If you have to lead ten or twenty three-headed mercury lamps out with a belt hanging on your back, running and jumping, you will definitely have to surround them.

"Wow! What a great smart doll! Uncle, do you want to sell these dolls?!"

This is the seventh time I heard it today.

"Hey, uncle, this doll on your shoulder is so special. Shanna wants to give it a hug..."

This is the third time I heard it today.

"Hey... wait, it's... it's Her Majesty the Queen! Why is Her Majesty the Queen with the uncle selling dolls... Hey, wait for me! Don't run!"

This is the sixth time I heard it today.

I thought that as the head of the empire who had just saved the people, I was not as eye-catching as a mechanical three-no queen with an average annual appearance rate of less than 3%. When I walked on the street, people stopped me entirely because of a pair of bumpers following behind me. The three-headed body was touched, which was really depressing.

"You all come down, come down!" Except for the mercury lamp on my shoulder that couldn't be driven off, the other Q mercury lamps hanging all over my body were blasted to the ground by me, and they gathered in a pile at my feet. Due to the body proportions and height angles, , looking from this direction, there is a big head at your feet, "Walk well, or I will find a toy store to deal with you later!"

As soon as I finished speaking, before the three-headed people on the ground could act coquettishly and cutely, someone clicked on my head for a while: "Stupid human being! Stupid human being!"

Next to her, Fina was acting silly and said for a long time: "Friend, is this also the daily etiquette among people in the empire?"

No! totally not! Please don’t take the behaviors and habits of these unscrupulous guys you see as common sense! Please!

After all, the three-headed avatars around them quickly got into the fun of shopping. Their real bodies have been bored in the Shadow City. Even if their avatars came to this world, they were always busy fighting or on board the Imperial Admiral. After crawling through various pipes, now that everything has settled, some Misaka sisters with lively personalities have become interested in going out to play. The ones I led out are only some of them, and the other three-headed bodies should be there now. They are wandering around the city. They all have the logo of the emperor. Apart from the little kids watching, I am not worried about the city management and the like to disperse those dolls blocking the traffic.

But speaking of the Nazi logo - I looked down at a bouncing three-headed figure, a large armband in the same style as a Nazi armband, but with a different pattern, pinned on the arm, mass-produced presidents Do you really think it's okay? Didn't you realize at all that Lilina had any sinister intentions when she designed this thing for you?

"How do you feel, Fina?" The girl with long straw-colored hair walked silently next to me. I couldn't help but want to break this little embarrassment, "As an ordinary person, look at these things that you have been protecting all this time. How do you feel that ordinary people can finally live and work in peace and contentment?"

Fina looked at me inexplicably, then looked up at the scene in front of her. After a long time, she shook her head: "I don't know what my feelings are."

Perhaps because she has been a machine for too long, Fina is still unable to restore the human way of thinking. Even now, looking at the peace that she has finally gained after a hundred years of hard work, she cannot feel joy, but what is worth looking forward to is that one day she will It will recover...

As we get further away from the downtown area, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually becomes less and less, but there are still people who stop to salute us. In any case, even if it is a public face, I have been on the local news network several times, not to mention that Fina's popularity has always been high, and there are always situations where she is recognized, but because she still has some feelings for the Imperial people. Instinctively in awe, these ordinary people did not dare to get too close, but there was no expression of rejection on their faces. Instead, most of them showed gratitude and respect, which was very gratifying.

I even saw a group of children on the roadside playing an Imperial Army battle game just now: wearing toy version of Imperial soldier equipment developed by God knows which genius businessman, they were engaged in a bloody battle in their fantasies, bravely facing a poor man. The cleaning robot launched a charge, and a little boy who looked like a commander next to him was wearing a large black suit that looked like he had stolen it from home. He was holding a bag in his hand and commanding the battle with great momentum...

I always felt like I saw something I shouldn't have seen for a moment. Should I shoot some bastard again when I go back?

"After the war, the equipment and emblems of the Imperial Army, the Federation Army and the Resistance Army have become a trend," Fina explained calmly, "Ordinary people will be proud to collect imitations of the Imperial Army's emblems. Some businessmen have cleverly created similar toys for children. Some genuine badges salvaged from the battlefield have become sky-high collectibles. Everyone wants to collect them as a memorial to the heroes. Currently, they are the most precious. Those are the marks of the Emperor, because there are too few sources, and their special materials cannot be copied at all..."

I was stunned, and then said in a cold sweat: "No wonder Bonnie stalked me and asked for a few soldier badges from me when she said goodbye a few days ago... She even cheated her friends!"

At this time, I made up my mind. The next time I come over, I will take Sandra to Bonnie's house to have dinner. I can get back my original taste after one meal!

In the evening of that day, all the immigration work was coming to an end. Although there was still a lot of follow-up work, we no longer needed to intervene. The imperial garrison and the Xiling host who stayed on the star battleship would take care of everything. After a brief farewell ceremony, a majestic The swaying Imperial Admiral escort formation began to leave the gravitational equilibrium point.

We first took a detour to the core of the Great Nebula, which has become a completely unremarkable dust cloud, even with the various wonderful cosmic landscapes that were originally affected by the archives (such as the optical nullification effect that is still unexplained) It was also replaced by turbid clouds and mist, and of course there was no scenery to see. It was Sandora's intention to come here. She wanted to say a final farewell to her old friend.

Since the collapse of the Archives, it has returned to an ordinary material belt. Even the indestructible structure dissipated into radiation waves three days ago. There are no tombstones, no cemetery, and not even a beacon lighthouse. The last emperors of the empire have just disappeared into the long river of history. Everything they worked hard to leave behind has disappeared into thin air a few days ago, but no one has proposed to build a monument for them here. These spirits have faded. For heroes who are monuments, monuments and the like are really superfluous.

Their spirits must still remain in this cloud with a radius of three light years, and will continue forever. Perhaps it will not be until the day when the empire is revived that Sandora and I can put down the heavy burden we have taken on here.

Then, until that day comes, I will try to take on all of this.

It's not for justice, and it has nothing to do with the consciousness of the head of the empire. I'm not that great, just to prevent Sandora from shouldering such a heavy responsibility alone. As her partner, I should bear all this...

(Hey, it’s the 30th. For the sake of being kind today, if you still have *** and the like, just throw it over bravely! I definitely won’t mind!)