Chapter 1,317 Those Things From the Past

I found that Sandora sometimes has the ability to shock everyone with one word. Although she may not be as active in thinking as Qian Qian, it is scary because every idea she has is more operable than Qian Qian - She thought deeply for half an hour and finally decided that the Creator could be resurrected.

It has extremely high operability.

"Damn it, you are indeed a genius." Bingtis had sharp ears, and he suddenly jumped over, dragging Sandora's arm and shaking her, "I didn't even think of this, after all, it was too long ago - but Are you really planning to do this? I don’t think it’s reliable.”

I glanced at Bingtis and thought that even this female gangster felt unreliable. I guess that was really unreliable.

"Perhaps we should try it," Sandora's voice was a little vague, and she was not very sure about this issue: in fact, she was not too sure about anything related to the origin of Xiling. The time span of anything was Even the gods dare not guarantee the comprehensive history of the entire empire. "I also know that the feasibility of this matter is very low: the success rate aside, first of all, we cannot guarantee whether the souls of the ancestors can return." Weir's experiment can only verify that these corpses are in an immortal state on the material level, and their souls may have dissipated long ago. In that case, we can only resurrect some mindless bodies... Such resurrection is meaningless."

"Then why are you still bothering to get hairy?" Bingtis looked over with squinting eyes, "What you said really reminded me that the success rate of reviving the soul is basically zero. Do you know how many years they have been dead? What?"

"So I just said give it a try," Sandora shrugged. "You know my character. As long as there is an opportunity in front of me, I will not turn a blind eye. And I really have too many questions that I want to get answers from my ancestors. All Apostles Xiling have too many problems..."

I was listening to Bingtis and Sandora discussing this matter, which sounded very doubtful about the success rate. In fact, I didn’t care whether Sandora could resurrect the ancestors (even though it sounded important), I only cared about Sandora. Dora's thoughts and her moods. After all, for myself. The attraction of Xiling's origin is basically equivalent to what the finale of Conan is like - a distant thing that has little to do with him, while Sandora is real around him. Now it seems that my Queen hopes to get a chance to talk face to face with her ancestors, so I should support her.

And I don’t think some of the resurrected ancestors will have any impact on the current order of the new empire: too many things have changed over a long period of time. Today’s Xiling Apostle and the original body of that year are actually almost two kinds of creatures. Putting aside Regardless of the identity of the creator and the ancestors of civilization, the symbolic significance of the ancestors to the new empire is greater than the actual significance. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that there was a problem and it would be better to confirm it immediately, so I stepped forward and stroked Sandora's hair: "If the ancestors are really resurrected, how do you plan to arrange them?"

Sandora was stunned for a moment, obviously she had not thought about this problem just now.

Bingtis suppressed the ever-changing scoundrel look on his face, and said to Shandora in a very serious manner: "You have to know that your ancestors are just mortals. They are afraid of pain and cold. They are afraid of heat. Their lifespan is limited. , with shallow knowledge, they are more likely to be defeated by fear and swallowed up by loneliness - these characteristics are not a problem at all in your servant army, but the ancestors are not your servant army. Let me ask you a question: All along, in the minds of the Xiling apostles What is the image of your ancestor?"

Sandora was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "An... imageless image. The creator is strange and mysterious to us. Before today, no Xiling apostle has really seen the appearance of the creator. Even their life forms are half-understood. The creator erased most of the original body's memories of himself before leaving the original body, in order to allow the latter to grow freely, but this has caused the current Xiling apostles to have complete ignorance of their ancestors. No understanding. Creators are creators. We don’t know what they look like, their life forms, how many people they have, their lifespans, and their powers. But we know that our beginnings are those creators. This is Xiling The apostle’s whole impression of the Patriarchs.”

"A faceless spiritual symbol, just like the primitive worship of gods," Bingtis leaned against the wall of the ancient hall with his arms crossed. "Although you are also a race of gods, your feelings for your ancestors are somewhat similar to this primitive worship of gods. . You don’t need to know the specific form of your ancestors, you only need to know the three words 'Creator', and these three words have been with you for countless generations. But now - "

Bingtis said. He pointed at the dormant cabin that was being carefully loaded onto the material transporter by the engineers.

"They appeared in a concrete image, just like what you saw just now, ordinary mortals. Now he lies here in the form of remains, but if you really turn him into a living person. What will happen You can imagine the impact: from a spiritual idol to an 'ordinary creature' that can be touched, talked to, and even killed, the psychological state of the Xiling Apostle has always been very magical, so I can ignore the psychological gap this brings to you. , you should first solve the problem raised by Chen: How do you arrange these ancestors?"

Shandora began to struggle: the three words "ancestor" can explain the problem very well. First of all, you can't treat these creators like a servant army. Pulling them out to join the army will definitely not work. But it is obviously impossible for them to enter the core of the new empire: in any case, they are only a mortal race, and their knowledge is still in the ancient times. The logical system of the Xiling Apostles determines that they will not let the latter decide the empire just because of their ancestors' identities. of any affairs. After considering all aspects, there is only one way to relocate these ancestors:

Serve them like ancestors, eat, drink and feed them, just like raising birds...

Well, it's better to raise birds. The birds I raise at home can fly to other worlds every now and then, but does Sandora dare to let those fragile ancestors run around in the void? Especially these are still troubled times. According to the attitude of the fallen apostles towards their home world, if they knew that a group of ancestors had been resurrected in the new empire, they would definitely come to join in the fun even though they would lose everything!

"But no matter what, if you really want to resurrect them, I still support it."

Just as Sandora and I were lost in thought, Bingtis suddenly added another sentence while holding her arms. Sandora was stunned for a moment: "Ah? So what are all the questions you just asked..."

Bingtis spread his hands: "I'm just analyzing the difficulty of this matter with you, and I didn't say I won't let you do it. It's important for everyone to figure out their own origins, right? I wanted to figure out where I came from back then. You didn’t know that I was lurking in my parents’ house for half a month straight..."

Sandora and I instantly jumped out of the heavy atmosphere of history and looked at Bingtis with gritted teeth: "These two things are different!"

After yelling, I was a little impatient and curious: "Um...what happens after you finish lurking?"

Sandora pinched my waist hard from behind. Bingtis's face turned red and she cowardly said: "It had a profound impact on my life - that was the first time I was hung on the porch by my father for such a long time..."

Shandora looked crazy: "Are you two getting along well? In such a serious occasion..."

Before Sandora could finish her words, she was interrupted by a little girl's voice coming from below: "Oh, idiot, I think I know why you moved my box out when there was someone in your room! "

I lowered my head and met the little doll's ruby-like shining eyes: I was happy that she was finally willing to let go of my wrist, but I was very unhappy with this girl's weird behavior. Bingtis giggled coquettishly next to him and looked at the little doll with a rather shy expression: "Little girl. Sooner or later, you will be hung on the door by your father like me..."

Shandora seemed to be broken down: "...Where was our initial topic?"

I patted Sandora's shoulder comfortingly and reminded her that she must get used to it. Anyway, a group of people at home were chatting and doing things off-topic and getting distracted. It wouldn't be a day or two in life. As Emperor Xiling, I got used to picking up a bowl to eat and putting down my chopsticks. Qianqian led our whole family to master the ability to reverse the life rhythm of saving the world - what can I say about this mess.

At this time, Tavel's assistant technicians and the engineers had completed testing all the equipment in the entire hall: they tested the cores of the consoles in turn. Trying to find a device that can still start up smoothly, or at least be read, but the result is very regrettable. These ancient and backward consoles are obviously not as durable as imperial products, and the immortal state at the micro level cannot guarantee the overall performance of the device at the macro level. There is no damage on the surface, their structure is still there, but the things stored in the core have completely disappeared with the passage of time (so I don’t have to expect to find the coordinates of my home world from these devices). The only result the staff found was a small pendant with a portrait on it under one of the consoles.

The imperial soldier who discovered the pendant handed it to Sandora. Bingtis and I moved forward curiously. This small pendant seems to have been a personal belonging of an operator, probably hanging on his clothes or around his neck. It seems that the ancestors of Xiling also have some living habits that are very familiar to me. The pendant is only the size of a peach stone. It is made of crystal and shaped like a water drop. A vivid three-dimensional image is created with exquisite techniques inside. It was a woman wearing a simple dress with long flowing hair. Because the portrait is very detailed, we can clearly see the woman's appearance: it is not too beautiful, but it gives people a quiet and peaceful feeling. The half-smiling expression on her face makes people couldn't help but think that she might be looking at her lover when she left this image.

The woman in the pendant is standing on a light blue "grassland", and it seems that the shadows of mountains can be vaguely seen in the distance. This is the only image data we have found that may be related to the home world.

There is an atmosphere of tenderness and nostalgia in the pendant. I don't know if this is an illusion, but it does seem to record this mood. This thing was supposed to be sent for analysis and scanning like other material samples on the spacecraft, but Sandora looked at it quietly. Finally, he handed it to me: "Arjun, please keep this for now. I will be very careless with this kind of thing and I'm afraid of accidentally eating it."

Me: "...Oh."

Sandora is quite self-aware in this regard.

"The detectors have scanned the entire ship." Tavel suddenly said, her thinking core maintained a real-time connection with the previously dispersed detectors, and now she was reading the last batch of data from the detectors, "There are people on this ship. There were many living areas and material warehouses, but no other remains were found. Instead, a lot of empty fixed brackets were found - which may have been used for the escape capsule. It seems that everyone else on the spacecraft evacuated successfully that year, and only those in the control center remained. The one at the end couldn’t escape.”

"In order to ensure that the spacecraft can persist until the evacuation is completed, the survival probability of the core controllers has always been very low." Sandora was not surprised by this. "They should have been trying to control the system that was about to collapse. As a result, they missed the evacuation opportunity."

"How are the test results?" I saw Qianqian and Tavel coming together and knew that the "time lapse test" they conducted had ended. Because Qianqian had absolute control over time and no additional equipment was needed to conduct such an experiment, they probably just found an open space and completed the test.

Projects with Qianqian's participation are particularly unserious, but as efficient as ever.

"As expected," Tavel nodded seriously. "The passage of time has left no traces on these substances at all. Mistress Qianqian let the samples go through millions of years, and the results found that their atomic lifespan has not changed at all. But their macroscopic properties have not been affected at all. .And we discovered that those substances have a weird property..."

Tavel said, looking at Qianqian, who happily stretched out her hand to show me a handful of dust in her palm: "No matter how long you let time go forward, you can't let it rot. But let time oscillate back and forth quickly. , no matter how solid things are, they turn into this kind of powder."

Qian Qian said it so easily: let time oscillate back and forth quickly. The difficulty of this operation is countless pluses, but she really dared to say it with a smile. I looked at the small handful of black ash in her hand and tried to think of what this thing was before. Tavel answered it before I had a brain attack: "This is the transformation of all the material samples we used in the experiment." Come - originally they weighed 1.75 tons, but now they are just a handful. These powders contain a large amount of ultra-light elements. There is no point in studying their material structure. I have a guess: the material in my hometown is located The 'immortal state' should be limited. They can only show an immortal state on a regularly advancing timeline. That is to say, as time goes by, they remain 'young', but if the timeline is unstable..."

"The devastation of time accumulated over countless billions of years will be 'repaid' in an instant." Shandora pinched a little powder from Qian Qian's palm and tasted it when I was worried that she would throw it into her mouth. When it tastes salty (it's not like she can't do this). But she turned to look at the dormant cabins that had been almost completely dismantled, "The remains of our ancestors will also suffer this kind of impact..."

"Mortal bodies bypass the barriers of time and continue to this day in a nearly eternal way. This is playing with fire," Bingtis smacked his lips, "Whether it is voluntary or not. Everything in your hometown has violated the most basic principles. It’s a miracle that the rules can be preserved to this day. There are some fatal problems and there’s nothing we can do about it—in fact, you don’t have to worry too much, except for Qianqian. Where else can you find such a convulsive timeline.”

Sandora thought for a while and felt that this made sense, so she stopped talking. But I guess she will soon enact a special protection law for all samples: to prevent any factors that may disrupt the continuity of time from approaching the home material. The destructive effect of time "repayment" is too violent, and with Tavel's ability, he can't figure out how to avoid this "repayment" effect in a short period of time, so he can only do his best to deal with things from his hometown. Special protection.

After confirming that there was nothing more worthy of our personal attention in the wreckage, everyone returned to the ground station and prepared to teleport to the engineering mothership and leave. Those assistant technicians and engineers, as well as groups of autonomous machines, will be left on this planet. Their task is to transport the entire wreckage to the asteroid belt base intact after completing the on-site inspection. Shandora issued a death order: not a single scum should be left on the wreckage, so now the assistant technicians are strictly executing Her Majesty's order to accurately measure the wreckage to the level of molecular numbers...

We plan to pack up this pile of wreckage and transport it back to Shadow City, and then build a memorial hall or something like that to store it. Its scientific research value is not great: Tavel can completely scan it in one day and make countless identical copies - the value of this wreckage lies in its "historical significance." Although this statement is a bit new for the Xiling Apostles, the fact is that although the Xiling Apostles are a bit rigid and too "pragmatic", they are not without any "sentiment". If necessary, , they also built memorial halls and engaged in cultural undertakings. Monument Square in Shadow City is the previous example.

Now that we have a large number of items from our hometown, and even relics of the creator, it is natural to have commemorative facilities that match them.

I'm very grateful that Bingtis didn't suggest charging tickets to Sandora after hearing this plan. It's not that the female gangster didn't think of this, but she knew that if she really said this, I'm afraid even I wouldn't want to. Protecting her...

We still have to stay in this desolate and remote world for a few days. Anyway, there is nothing to worry about in the empire now. Sandora and I are here to personally supervise the progress of the project of the scientist team. Sandora has organized people to verify the feasibility of resurrecting the ancestors, while I am waiting to see if the engineering team working on the world barrier can find any clues about the home world. . Tavel created another mass projection in front of me the next day. This new projection was responsible for studying the traces of space warping left by the last space flash: this was also one of the attempts to find his home world. Now that we have no clear coordinates, we can only make these helpless attempts.

But what no one expected was that the first thing we discovered was not related to our home world.

We found traces of Harlan.

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