It's a dark time.

The Milky Way is burning. Thousands of years ago, all the optimistic deductions and speculations of the sages and wise men about the future of civilization were declared null and void, prosperity and peace were all gone, and everything was just because the peaceful world welcomed uninvited bad visitors—the evil gods of chaos bewitched a few ignorant and pathetic races, and at the same time induced tragedy, they threw their own shadows into this vast world, setting off a tide that was bleaker than the shadows.

It was a time of rebellion.

The world is shattering. As the flames of war begin to spread across the stars, the gods of chaos who have transcended despair and death, and their soul-devouring endless clans, have awakened from the dust of ancient stellar armies and countless civilizations have chosen to rise up in revolt, fighting alongside other races of order to defend the galaxy. Countless people have come forward to try to lead the unity of order to defeat the darkness and lead the light of civilization back to the stars.

It's a fragmented time.

The war is intensifying, the fighting seems to be endless, you can see, the stars in the galaxy are extinguished in turn like blown out candles, leaving only the dead black, and one planet after another is caught in the sea of fire, gnawed into nothingness, the curse and hatred of countless intelligent beings did not keep the evil gods away from defeat, but made them gradually gather and approach, like evil beasts attracted by blood.

The cries of the innocent and the roars of the rebels reverberate through the heavens and stars, and while thousands of years of war and confrontation have united all the civilizations of order, they have also accumulated the power of chaos to an extremely terrifying point - the armies of evil gods have occupied all the shadows, they have gathered, gathered, and pressed the realm, and all civilizations can only choose to face them head-on.

Because they have no way back.

The age of glory and glory is over, and the age of misery and despair has begun.

On the other side of the dark vacuum, the ruined space station like a Ferris wheel is flying silently, and you can see that this 'Ferris wheel' is missing a large piece, and according to the traces of the destruction, it seems that some vicious beast has gnawed away the broken piece. In the broken space station, there was no life, even the electronic equipment had long since ceased to function, and everything was dead silent, let alone responding.

On the bright side of the star, twelve Void Cruisers stood at the edge of the heliosphere, their position was the end of the solar wind, and it was also the place where the interstellar medium began to appear, this cruising fleet faced the oncoming huge space station, and began to scan with great seriousness and seriousness, and launched an unmanned probe to begin to explore.

"No chaos reaction."

"Lifeless."

"The function is completely stopped, and there are no other supernatural power devices that are functioning such as electricity, psionic energy, and magical energy."

"Speculating on the time of destruction, about 1,700 years ago - its last leap exhausted all its energy, and then it drifted in a vacuum, wriggling little by little, to our side."

As the unmanned probe got closer and deeper into the interior of the damaged space station, the report became more and more detailed, and the relevant investigators in charge could be heard exclaiming: "Wait...... A large number of plant seeds are found here! ”

"There's it too! Strangely, the station doesn't seem to have any living habitation design, only automatic and intelligent maintenance and maintenance facilities...... It's a pity that it was also damaged. ”

"Ahh I've discovered the biogene's library here! Oh my God, a lot, really a lot! This repository ...... Could it be that all the genes of living things on a planet are stored?! ”

As more and more discoveries were made, soon, the cruising fleet that had gathered all the information immediately realized that this space station, which looked like a Ferris wheel, was actually the 'tinder' that carried all the information of the entire civilization.

Or rather, a tombstone, a ...... Note.

By supplying energy and restarting some of the space station equipment, soon, the scouts of the cruising fleet extracted the civilization and history of the space station from the Western European Ta Tam, which did not have any encryption, and even actively cooperated with the explanation.

It was a race that had just broken through the atmosphere and taken to the skies. It's been less than a hundred years since they first launched a satellite, and it's been extremely difficult for them to even explore their home planet, the moon, this species, whether it's the technology that uses ordinary material cosmic energy, or the extraordinary power, is at a very rudimentary extreme, and they should be considered the most insignificant and inconspicuous in the world of stars.

Then, such an ordinary and inconspicuous race encountered the invasion of the Chaos Clan.

The unmanned machine connected to the database of the damaged space station, and the fleet members silently analyzed each other's records and passed down the images: they saw that the dark shadows that covered the sky and the sun were sweeping over the thousand stars, the sun was extinguishing one by one, and the planets were dissipating one by one. They saw the glorious wars and civilizational rebellions of the universe, and the fleets that represented order were gnawed away by infinite beasts.

This race has been debating 'whether there are aliens in this world' for decades, and now, the strongest evidence has appeared directly in front of them, in the most brutal way.

They are afraid, they are desperate, and there is no doubt that they want to run away – but how do they run? They really don't have any skills, and they don't have any strong people, and they don't have much time to think about the evil god clan who may appear in front of them in a few months or a few years.

This huge space station equipped with the most primitive Migration Engine is the last voice of this civilization to the world.

"Is this the spark of our civilization, or the tombstone of our civilization?"

In the space where there is a database of all the species in the world, all the plant seeds, and all the biological gene banks, an engineer who is supposed to build this space station asked in confusion before the end came: "Is it really meaningful for us to do this?" Those monsters are so powerful, the ships built by the Federation are simply sending them to death......"

"It's all the same."

Another engineer replied calmly, "At least we resisted." ”

"At least we chose hope."

The last of the last.

Seventeen hundred years later.

The dilapidated space station made its way through the cruising fleet, all the warships silently surrounding, gently applying a psionic stance, slowing it down and coming to a halt.

"At least we see you......," said one of the plant races, closing his eyes, and whispered, "You are not alone, we are with you." ”

More than five completely different races served on the ships, some like plants, some like cicadas, some like spiders, some like apes and some like jellyfish - the Tehran system is the front bast of order and chaos, the closest logistics base to the front line, where there are more than a hundred different civilizations and different fleets. Behind them is the bright galaxy of the Galactic Guardian Alliance, and in front of them is the chaotic evil that breeds shadow darkness.

Now, the ruined space station floats out of the darkness, the last spark of civilization, the last tombstone, a suicide note that knows that it will die, but writes it calmly.

- Another civilization that was struck down and destroyed by darkness was extinguished like a burning torch.

But that doesn't mean despair.

"No matter how many times I see it, my heart will not be numb."

The young, cicada-like race watched as the psionic beam slowly disintegrated, and the database and warehouse were sorted into the space station inside the ship, his expression was extremely complicated, and his tentacles trembled: "Instead, it will ignite anger and the desire to resist." ”

All races nodded silently.

It's not like being invaded by other civilizations, it's not like a civil war between civilizations of order, or even being eaten by an interstellar beast wandering among the stars, a swarm of insects, or a swarm of plankton in space...... To be destroyed by chaos is the ultimate meaninglessness.

The former, whether it is a failure or success in resistance, whether it is to block the invasion of the invaders, or whether the country is ruined and reduced to slavery; Or whether it is forcibly co-opted and turned into vassals, or whether the entire race and the planet are eaten alive, these don't matter, they are all part of the cycle of order.

It is true that civilization may have been destroyed, everything was wiped out, neither nations, cultures nor races could exist, but the losers did not disappear completely: because everything that the losers had was broken down and absorbed by the victors and turned into nourishment.

Whether it is nutrition in the literal sense, or some inspiration in thinking, some sparks, some fragments recorded in history, or the style of dressing, some influence on clothing design. The loser will always be swallowed into the belly by the winner, even with the belt bone, there is nothing left.

Then, the successful person will move forward, and the food in the belly will provide energy. There will always be people who move forward, with everything that the loser has lost.

- The fact that our civilization has failed and become food for other civilizations is certainly a matter of clenching our fists, but in the final analysis, it is still part of the cycle of order, just like the ecological cycle of lions and tigers hunting antelopes on the grasslands of the ancient planetary era.

Culture will be absorbed, technology will enlighten others, and even seemingly useless flesh will still be useful in the final analysis—even if it becomes fertilizer, it becomes dung.

There's no need to be upset, just like who hasn't eaten other creatures, hasn't seen the flesh after death being decomposed and eaten by bacteria and other small organisms, even rice seedlings need to be watered with fertilizer, everyone is each other, the doomed ending, there is nothing unacceptable.

But chaos is different.

A civilization destroyed by evil gods, the result of which is meaningless.

No one benefits from it, no one gets anything from it, there is no point in victory, there is no point in destruction. If the war with their civilization is a battle for survival between two civilizations, no matter who wins in the end, someone will eventually absorb all the nutrients, become stronger, and go higher - but it is destroyed by Chaos, then there will be no culture, technology or dung, and Chaos will only erode the last remnants of civilization into its own copy, which is the ultimate nothingness, absolute emptiness.

"Put these in the 'Life Vault' and give them to the 'Life Vault' next time...... Our great leader, the benevolent Ironclad Chief, has been collecting this. ”

The fleet commander gave the order, and the jellyfish-like intelligent life was telegraphed in the psionic band: "Also, it's time to step up your defenses - the Great Roundabout Operation has destroyed the 'Eternal Void Anchor' of the Chaos Clan, and they are frantically counterattacking to find a second suitable location and create a new anchor." ”

"What happened to the people of Qin Ya has taught us a lesson, if we can't do anything, then destroy the planet by ourselves, and we must not give chaos a ...... of corrosion and transformation."

The jellyfish commander seemed to want to continue, but all thoughts were interrupted by a roar that seemed to appear directly in his ears, accompanied by a vast light coming directly from behind him.

"What, what's going on?!"

The jellyfish commander was shocked to call up the observation camera behind him, and then he saw that in the center of the Tehran galaxy, the 'Transition Guidance Anchor' located at the edge of the galaxy suddenly shone brightly—seven colors of light like a rainbow appeared layer by layer, and then turned into a subtle stream of light, like a torrential rain, extending towards the dark depths of the starry sky.

It just so happened that a ray of light flew straight towards them, causing several cruisers to subconsciously avoid it.

But to be precise, the light was straight and flying towards the 'Ferris wheel space station', which was about to be completely disintegrated.

It was a red light – a light that represented anger, courage, and reluctance to fight.

[Emotions are locked.] Tehran's Kumar civilization, you have a fierce heart of anger, and the time has come to counterattack. 】

Like an illusion, red light seeped into the space station...... And then.

It began to glow, tremble, and a phantom condensed out of thin air on the surface of the space station: it was a bear-like race with strong arms and a body, he looked honest and resolute, and the phantom's eyes were not dazed, only resolute anger and the courage to never bow down. The members of the cruising fleet couldn't help but exclaim, because this is the same race that built this space station, and it has perished.

Endless emotions stirred the whirlpool, and a huge seven-colored light shone in the void, illuminating all the resonant wreckage of civilization, and at the same time, it also gave birth to unwilling souls.

The Heroes of Civilization looked straight into the dark void, at their former enemies - they had indeed failed, not even the wreckage was left behind, they were awakened, but they had little power. These spirits can't change anything, they are just reborn in the world by a great will, so that he can understand more clearly from the history of these civilizations, how the world of stars has fought against chaos over the years, and how many evil gods are behind the darkness.

But that doesn't mean it's useless.

Because 'wanting to fight' is the final 'meaning'.

The Atrium Galaxy, the silver world slowly rose in the cheers and prayers of countless people, becoming a star shining in the heavens, a new sun was left behind him, and the summoned warriors were surrounded by seven colors of light that made the galaxy tremble, they submerged in all the migration entrances, entered all the portals, and began with the nodes forged by countless civilizations, spreading towards every part of the star universe.

Whether it is the wreckage of an uninhabited astral body, or a planet that has long since re-established order, whether it is a dark realm invaded by chaos, or a huge fortress clustered in the center of a civilized galaxy, the light is spreading, briefly awakening all unwilling heroic spirits.

- Here he comes.

The leader of strife has arrived, he stands, he sees the ruins of all civilization's sacrifices and unwilling graves, he reads the history of the world, the cry of civilization, and understands the deep sorrow and long-term confusion of all life—he has come to uncover the blood scabs, the pain it brings, and bring about a new era—he will lead life to struggle, to rebirth, or to destruction.

What doesn't change is the battle.

The Dark Ages have just begun, but Mars has begun to spread beneath the curtain.

In the era when the distant stars still shine, when the anger has not been completely extinguished, the last fire of war in the vast desert world is about to be ignited.

Then the heavens and the earth changed color.