Chapter 547 The Background of Civilization

The Overlord's head was chopped off by Trazyn, and the other two cuts were completed by the Coffin Guard, cutting the torso into four pieces horizontally and vertically.

Trazyn looked at the Overlord's body that had lost its energy, sighed deeply, and asked with emotion with his back turned.

"You said, even if we have a soul and a body, can the Necronism really be revived? The Star God Flayer Landugol has been dead for so long, and his curse is still entangled in our collapsed glory. If we have a soul and restore our body, will the strange cancer that torments our race come back again? Not to mention."

Trazyn looked at the Overlord's body being crushed into free molecules, and his mood became heavier.

"Not to mention these. The contradictions between the small dynasty and the big dynasty, and the contradictions between the nobles and the common people."

These questions suddenly brought Trazyn's thoughts back to before the War in Heaven, and he obtained the ancient secrets from countless historical books and ancient artworks.

Before the War in Heaven, their glorious dynasty also had a terrible war of division. Although Trazyn did not find the cause of the outbreak of this war, he could guess roughly.

After all, many things are connected between civilizations.

Just like the Human Federation cannot maintain the absolute rule of the entire galaxy and decentralizes power, the god-like technology of the Necrontyr still has its limits, it is just much larger than the Human Federation in terms of scale.

Countless dynasties obey the orders of the Silent King and the Council of the Three Saints, and they themselves have relatively independent military, political and cultural rights.

If it were not for the War in Heaven when they launched an attack on the Ancient Saints, perhaps the next step of the Necrontyr would be a civil war. The big dynasty annexed the small dynasty, and the big nobles annexed the small nobles.

The awakening of the Storm King has proved this point. Although they have lost their souls, the Necrontyr nobles still retain their state before they died. They will fight for power and profit, and they will sacrifice others to achieve their goals.

Then what about me? I don’t seem to be qualified to stand on the moral high ground to point out anything. In order to dig more dynasty secrets and record precious historical moments, he watched a sleeping dynasty destroyed in the doomsday of the sun’s explosion.

Think about what Solemnas looked like before the complex sank deep underground. The Royal Pyramid is the most magnificent building on the planet, with an ecological park and a crystal clear moat surrounding the royal area.

The tombs of the ancestors stand shoulder to shoulder on the earth. When the sun pierces the sky, the first ray of light will shine on the top of the royal pyramid, and then on these huge tombs.

But how long can this beauty last? Across the area built by the nobles and servants who serve the nobles, a wide isolation belt was built.

Groups of soldiers patrolled the isolation belt without shelter or decoration, but these isolation belts themselves were made of fine materials and pieced together giant patterns with precious gems.

So what exactly is the isolation belt is isolating?

Taraxin once laughed at the extravagance of human nobles and their crazy oppression and contempt for their own people.

But thinking about their race, it seems that they are not qualified to laugh at humans. Fifty steps and a hundred steps? Or a hundred steps and fifty steps?

Trazyn was unwilling to think about this problem carefully, which would only make his core unstable and breed the nihilistic and destructive thoughts.

The light passed through the isolation zone, blurring the areas where nobles and civilians lived, but the neat and bleak footsteps of the soldiers made clear the gap between civilians and nobles again and again.

Those relatively low buildings looked so simple and rough. There were no extra decorations and no extra designs. Just like the short life of civilians tortured by cancer, they only needed to be squeezed out of the most value and then hurried to death.

Should we blame the nobles for their ruthless cruelty? Should we blame the nobles for treating civilians as a group of firewood and hay?

In the civilian blocks, there are also medical drones floating, ensuring that all people can receive timely treatment at all times.

But what is the point of this treatment? This cursed cancer tortures everyone, and nobles and civilians will eventually die in the torture of cancer.

If you are lucky, you can suffer less. Instead of people who are good at singing getting throat cancer, people with bright eyes getting eye cancer.

In the monotonous and crowded civilian areas, there are heart-wrenching coughs from time to time, followed by dying groans. Trazyn has also been to the civilian areas several times, and he can't stand the smell of death from time to time in the air.

Although the palace where he lives is also designed like a mausoleum, he will only feel that he and his glorious ancestors are bathing in the warm sunshine when he lives in it.

The smell of death here is so desperate and helpless. The despair, death, and fear of the entire necrophile civilization are fully displayed in the civilian areas of each dynasty.

Tarazyn's dynasty at least has some face, and the style of Solemnas is famous for its luxury and decoration. No matter how stereotyped the houses where the civilians live are, at least they are not frugal in materials.

In other dynasties, even if their residents have been educated in various ways and already know how to extinguish the heart of the star. But their houses are still made of bricks made of mud.

Perhaps permanent buildings have no meaning for these short-lived and unremembered people.

The entire race was tortured to madness by the disease, and even surpassed the Eldar and humans in terms of civilization. Their collapse was based on enjoying happiness, while the collapse of the Necrontyr was based on deep helplessness in the face of death.

Before the war, the army was formed. In name, the strongest were selected, but in fact, only half of the people were randomly selected to join the army, and the remaining half were executed.

They have families and complete social relationships. However, in the face of ritual long blades and execution weapons, they did not show any fear.

As a race that may get cancer and be tortured to death tomorrow, it is also a kind of happiness to die in a commendable selection ceremony today.

The more Trazyn thought about it, the sadder he became. He longed to return to his body, but he was afraid that his body would hinder his actions.

He longed to feel the earth with his bare feet, but he was afraid that the cancer that followed him like a shadow would turn him into a disabled person who was about to die.

"Before the sands have settled on the graves of today's dead, the gaps in civilization have been filled by new personnel. Individuals are worthless, and we are not even as good as the Krieg Legion."

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