Sacrifice.

The foundation of civilization rests on sacrifice.

The blood of the hunters was spilled in the wild beast-filled wilderness, the bones of the warriors were scattered on the ancient battlefields, and when they had to fight a powerful alien race, it was the voluntary sacrifice of the brave that allowed more people to survive the attack.

From the oldest bark books, we know that chaos existed tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, our species had no magic, no fighting spirit, no ether, no psionic power, and of course, no holy light, and we had nothing at that time, and if we wanted to gain the right to live, we had to sacrifice.

Tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors fought, poured blood and internal organs on the fertile soil of civilization - we continued to sacrifice, keep advancing, heroes held banners, led countless people to step on the bones of the forerunners, our blood made a new generation be born, and the blood was continued. Even though our civilization has found one powerful power after another in the continuous battle, and the spiritual light of magic energy and fighting spirit shines like a lighthouse, illuminating the future of our civilization, the cornerstone of the lighthouse is still the bones of countless ancestors sacrificed.

Zesell flipped through the ancient texts, the creature with two rows of eyes, four arms, and a snake-like nakto, swriggling forward with visible psionic fluctuations around its body, silently reading the ancient history of the book in its hand, completely oblivious to how noisy its surroundings were.

"The Mycrof civilization has been completely revived - not a small fight, their warship has galloped through the void and reached the very edge of the galaxy!"

"The last time we tracked down the Ancient Dragon in the Abyss, we should have noticed that we could dispatch multiple 'Legends' at the same time - that's what they call it? - The power of the legendary-level super lifeforms, apart from those abyssal demon overlords, they are the only ones. ”

"Chaos is revived, and we have detected the fluctuations of the evil gods...... Although the fluctuations were quickly extinguished by Mrs. McCro, they must return, as if they had awakened. ”

"Is it the return of Chaos that led to Mrs. Micro's recovery, or is it Mrs. Micro's recovery that makes Chaos decide to return?"

"Don't forget, compatriots, it is precisely because of the arrogance of 'their' back then that we have to shrink here and survive!"

It was a meeting that would decide the future fate of the Chartres civilization.

At the huge oval conference table, the Chartres elite, leaders and scholars were debating fiercely, trying to convince each other.

The Chartres, this name, or many civilizations in the metaverse do not remember, but if you say 'star gods', then there will definitely be many races that will show expressions of sudden realization and then be vigilant.

Star Gods, once the behemoths that ruled dozens of star fields in the central galaxy, this civilization has been battling chaos since its inception, their home world is located around the lair of an evil god family, and in the year when the Chartres stepped into the void and claimed to be gods, they completely wiped out the hotbed of chaos and placed the last remnants of their own trophies in the center of the central hall.

The Chartres are lucky, and the Chartres are unlucky, fortunately, there are no more powerful horror beasts around their home world except for a nest of Chaos Clans, unfortunately, this ambitious, far-away civilization was born in this galaxy with a Microf civilization and a shelter civilization.

A young civilization that has not experienced that era will never be able to imagine the despair and fear of that era.

The stars and star fields they have observed, the stories and legends they have imagined, and the stories of ancient constellations are all just small stars in the territory of super civilizations, and long before their civilizations were still fighting with beasts, the void warships of super civilizations have already crossed the sky above their worlds, and even watched the sacrifices and struggles of their ancestors.

They were able to step out of the Void only because the Void Civilization in the Central Star Domain was not in the habit of destroying seedlings, and the Chaos Invasion that they regarded as a great enemy was nothing more than a low-level threat that could not even be infected by a single world.

The arrogant Chartreads have learned to keep a low profile after hitting a wall several times, and they are no longer xenophobic, but gradually turning neutral, because they know that civilizations that exclude other civilizations will only be crushed to death by more powerful civilizations like ants, and several extreme civilizations have taught the Chartres a lesson with their own destruction, and the most conspicuous of them is an artificial intelligence civilization - those who kill everything, The metal head that was enough to wipe out the entire Chartres didn't hesitate to crash into the Mycrof civilization, which was obsessed with its own great wonders, and the entire fleet was crushed into ashes by a powerful god.

Gradually, they began to expand, trying to catch up with the most advanced civilizations, and in response to this, they did not mind other civilizations learning from their own sanctuary civilizations, and the huge federal drafters invited the Chartresses to join their sanctuary manuscripts, while the Mycrof civilization was immersed in its own world, ruling vast territories, but preferring to create one half-plane and one spectacle after another rather than rule enclaves that were too far away.

"One day, distance will no longer be distance, and we will master the infinite depths of space."

This was Mrs. Micro's favorite thing to say at that time, these second-hand bipedal erect creatures without fur were so arrogant that they didn't bother to look down at other civilizations, even if the territory of the Chartres expanded to the point of tens of star fields, in their eyes, they were just a well-developed child.

And in fact.

Their arrogance is not arrogance, but the truth.

By the time the Chartres realized this, it was too late.

Darkness is coming.

The brilliant Milky Way is shrouded in shadows.

Countless evil gods and demons descended on the entire galaxy, and an incredible number of chaotic monsters swept through thousands of worlds, and because of this, the fate of the civilization of the Chartres people was completely changed.

The fleet collapsed, the fortress collapsed, and under the attack of the multiple evil god clans, the seemingly thriving star god civilization collapsed one after another, defeating in a hundred battles, first the farthest enclave, and then the colonies around the central star field, in the swept tide of chaos reluctantly, the fire of civilization was extinguished one by one, and the entire galaxy turned into a dark domain.

The Chartres are fortunate and unlucky.

Fortunately, perhaps because of luck, or perhaps because there is indeed a destiny, no evil god has come to attack them, and it is just the attack of the clan, at least the defense of the home galaxy is maintained.

Unfortunately, in addition to the home galaxy, tens of billions of Chartres colonists have died completely, their souls dissipated, their bodies decayed, and they became food and energy sources for the Chaos Clans.

So, they blocked.

The Chartres have sealed off their home planet and their civilization within a world, trembling like ostriches, desperate to survive this winter with the mentality of 'I can't see you and you can't see me'.

In fact, they succeeded.

Thousands of years later, the name of the Chartres is still alive, and it is not like other civilizations, reduced to ashes.

Zessel closed the tome in his hand, then looked up at the still arguing table.

"Stop arguing."

It said in a deep voice, and as the powerful Chartres spoke, the entire conference table fell silent: "If before, they didn't come to us because they didn't bother to do so. Well now, they don't come to us, just because there is no time right now. ”

"We don't really have a choice at all - now that the Mycrof civilization has reappeared, it's only a matter of time before they find us...... Whether it's equal communication or extortion of resources, do you think we have a choice? ”

Zessel chuckled in a low voice: "The weak never have a choice, so it is better to take the initiative to choose the time yourself." ”

The other Chartreats nodded their heads and shook their heads, but none of them spoke out against it.

This is the little privilege that Zessel can have as the strongest person in civilization.

"Isn't this really an initiative to expose yourself......

There was still a voice, a whisper echoing in the conference room, this voice with a little unwillingness: "Chaos has reappeared, why don't we continue to hide?" We don't have the strength to fight those monsters again......"

These words were greeted by Zesel's icy gaze.

With a wave of his hand, the Chartres created a huge curtain of light in the center of the table, which flickered and then showed what the home world of the Chartres was today.

It can be seen that this is a small continental world, with 60% of the world's sea water and only 40% of the continent.

The Chartres conference room is located at the top of a two-thousand-meter-high skyscraper.

Similar skyscrapers, densely packed like fungal hyphae, like beehives, occupy 30 percent of the continent, and the other 70 percent are also occupied by a large number of super-giant buildings.

Tens of billions of Chartresses are piled up in this small world, wearing masks like protective masks, wriggling in the sky bridges and pipes, with no hope in their eyes, only the deepest numbness.

Sacrifice.

For the sake of the continuation of civilization, the Chartres have sacrificed too much.

When the last golden fleet of the Chartres was broken by the retreating migrants, everyone thought that it was the final sacrifice - just like the brave men who stood up to protect their homeland tribes in ancient times, chose to let themselves die for the sake of the lives of more people.

But it wasn't until the migrant ships arrived in the home world, and billions of people lived on this tiny continent at the same time, that they understood the true meaning of sacrifice.

- When survival itself has become a kind of torture, and the love of death is just a choice, since nothing can be worse than the present, why not try to take the initiative and choose a more likely future?

"If we take the initiative to go out, we can barely find a chance for the Chartresses." Zessel raised his head and stared at the starry sky, which had become extremely dim compared to thousands of years ago, and said helplessly: "If we continue to stay in this world that is close to destruction, we will have no future to speak of." ”

Chartresses are not alone in making similar choices.

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