[For the forgetful cowards, all heroic stories and legends are nothing but lies, and they will call many past sacrifices 'stupid' or' madness', and laughed at the great courage behind it, I understand that children born of the light and living too well cannot understand the cruel darkness that is coming, and will only treat them as a cruel joke that they will forget the warnings stained with the blood of martyrs, and be so focused on enjoying the flowers and pleasures before them that they cannot see the fog that has come before them.

But the truth will always be the truth, history will not be lost, sacrifices will not be forgotten, and I firmly believe that this record will be preserved as a turning point. We will relive the suffering that sank in the darkness, and we will be reborn from the fire, and we will regain our glory and glory, and rise from nothing again. I firmly believe that fate must be determined by us, the future will eventually be in our hands, and as long as we endure this long period of forgetting and being lost, we will surely be able to rediscover the signs of hope and truth. 】

[Anonymous chronicler, at the beginning of the Great Schism, recorded in the first chapter of the Book of Hope, preface]

[After the 'Lonely Expedition', the one hundred and fiftieth year]

After a long period of silence caused by the dimming of the world's stars, many races are slowly recovering from the trauma that has been too great.

In the past, tens of thousands of legendary powerhouses died heroically for that 'lonely expedition', and even the wreckage no longer exists, and what remains has no energy to open up, and can only barely maintain a crumbling civilization and not return to the abyss of ignorance.

But now, everything is improving, the changes brought about by the Holy Light and the shadows are finally showing their positive side: the brilliance of all worlds, the flames of all worlds, naturally hold the nature of the Holy Light, countless dead or chaotic worlds slowly recover in the purified and restored Holy Light, mending the huge wounds in the Origin, and the shadows through the multiverse of all worlds have also brought the magic tide and transcendent elements from other multiple galaxies, which are like flowing into the low-lying pure water, Restoring the vitality of this multi-galactic galaxy.

Among the many Void civilizations that are slowly recovering from their trauma, the civilization called 'Mycrof Starfall Alliance' is unique, this is a huge country with a sphere of influence spanning multiple galaxies, its center is located in the remote, and it is also the most damaged lost galaxy in the past war, but it is still the first to rise, like a tenacious spring, the deeper it is pressed, the higher it bounces. While many other civilizations are still rediscovering their past borders and activating long-lost Survey Beacons and Reconnaissance Outposts, the Starfall Union has assembled a huge fleet and has begun to visit the closest civilization in turn.

The world of Microf, the heart of the Starfall Union, the place of sacrifice of all worlds, the origin of an ancient glorious civilization, the home of a sage and a near-sage, it was on the verge of destruction several times, but it always rose again, perhaps thanks to this experience, Mrs. McCro was always indomitable and able to stand up faster than other races. Even one hundred and fifty years ago, when they were devastated by the great battle called the 'Lonely Expedition', it still did not damage their strong position.

Led by more than seventeen new and old legends, nine gods, and twenty-two supporting the Void Fleet with the 'Dreadnought-class battleships', they once again came to the big stage of the multi-galactic galaxy and tried to form a huge Federation of Order. There are those who are happy to join, and there are those who firmly refuse. There are also those who question the power of the Starfall Alliance, intending to challenge their dominant, and others doubt that after losing the one near sage, the Starfall Alliance still has the ability to preside over the multi-galactic order.

"In that case, if you want to fight, then fight."

One of the Seven Gods of yesteryear, the god of power and justice, as the representative of the Starfall Alliance, indifferently issued a declaration of war: "We will destroy all your doubts about luck, and let you witness the power of true 'order' and 'right'." ”

War, war is always inevitable. Those civilizations that have been knocked down by the pain of the past, no longer dare to look up at the void, and no longer dare to look directly at the darkness, are not to worry, but those civilizations that want to challenge are all big troubles, challenges mean confrontation, confrontation means victory and defeat, and victory and defeat without absolute power will always shape 'unwillingness' and 'hatred'. Under the brewing of these two emotions, the original dispute will turn into war.

Soon, in this era of chaos that has not yet left, the war between the orders broke out again, blood and fire erupted in the void, shards of steel and the wreckage of the world wandered in the turbulence of time and space, it was an unbearable memory, filled with an entire century of blood, cruelty and indifference. Among them, there are not only wars launched to unify the order, but also many civilizations, many races, the contradictions that were suppressed by the former warriors, they have been suppressed by chaos and disasters for a long time, and only now have they completely erupted.

However, even the flames of hatred burned out, and after a long era of chaos, as the 'Starfall Alliance' conquered most of the civilizations of the multi-galactic rivers with overwhelming strength, a huge and incomparably large alliance of order finally took shape. It has to be said that the order poured out by the blood of many powerful people and races is as stable as iron, and it is not until this moment that the countless civilizations and countless races in the entire multi-galaxy can truly recuperate.

And after gaining a foothold and uniting the forces of the entire multi-galactic galaxy, the higher-ups of the Starfall Union did not stop, they raised their heads and looked into the distant depths of the void, where there were countless shadowy channels, they had caused infinite dark clusters to cross endless distances to this galaxy, but in the same way, they could also carry the messengers of order to distant places.

And so, again, after countless deaths and sacrifices, on top of many corpses and ruins, a new, heroic, and great era of exploration belonging to all civilizations and lives began.

['The Age of Diversified Pioneering', After 'Lonely Expedition', 500 Years]

It was supposed to be an uneventful morning, and there were hundreds of millions of professional explorers at the edge of the multi-galaxy who would set sail on such a hopeful morning, bringing joint government-subsidized resources, half-used Void Exploration Ships, and professional artificial intelligence assistance to the shadowy subspace in the depths of the Void for a long voyage that could only be described as a matter of luck. Most people can only find the embers of the ruins after the annihilation of many galaxies, and can only return to the sea in a huff, but there are also many lucky people who can drift along the shadow space and find a few world star clusters hanging alone in the silent void.

These successful explorers became rich overnight and became heroes in the propaganda of the Coalition Government, and the Lonely World Star Cluster they discovered will be transformed by the Coalition Government's professional exploration fleet to become a springboard for exploration in the Silent Void, replenishing resources and serving as a base for many explorers who want to explore deeper.

In these centuries of dreams, hopes, and passions, countless inherently restless individuals have become the vanguard of exploration, or become the void pirates floating in the void, the most powerful and fortunate of them, who have found several extremely hidden worlds in the incomparably vast silent void, and this has become their base camp. The complex shadow subspace provides shelter for them, and the whereabouts of the modified pirate warships are even more erratic, causing a big headache for the combined fleet that has gone to destroy them.

However, rather than being robbers of the Raiders and Explorers, they are a collection of anarchists who want to break free from all constraints, descendants of civilizations or races that were battered by the formation of the Coalition Government of the Plural Galactic Order. In order to maintain this independent 'freedom', the pirates will raid any ship they can see, but rarely kill the explorers, and some explorers have even secretly made a pact with the pirates to search for new isolated worlds for these guys.

In this regard, the pirates are not stingy to give the most generous rewards, and it is even rumored that an explorer has become a real 'world lord' because he found a small lonely world cluster for the pirates, which is an impossible reward for working for the Federation.

In order to deal with the growing power of the free pirate group, the coalition government has set up many high bounty orders, and those who can capture or hunt the pirate leader alive can not only get the autonomy of a world, but also get the highest level of information browsing access to the 'Great Unified Information Database', among them, there are even the experiences and paths left by the near sage who can achieve the 'supreme'.

So, overnight, tens of millions of bounty hunters were preparing to lead a team to attack the hunters and pirates, which lasted for hundreds of years, and the explorers set off towards the farthest reaches of the void against this magnificent background.

However, on an ordinary morning, a morning that was exactly the same as before, without any surprises, an unprecedented big news spread throughout the entire galaxy!

[Legendary Explorer], [Unholy Aegis], Inheritor of the Near Saint, the flagship of the 'Voyager Exploration Fleet' led by 'Priest Omni', and the Ark Giant Ship 'Tinder', have returned from another distant multi-star galaxy!

Loaded with unique resources and information from other multi-galactic systems, the descendants of the original explorers of yesteryear were received by the United Government of the Multi-Galactic Order in the most glorious manner, and everyone learned that one was set in another multi-galactic legend.

Before the 'Lonely Expedition' began, it had already set off' The Voyager Exploration Fleet 'entered the subspace passage shown in the prophecy, the unpredictable shadow space, which was not at all predictable by the civilization at that time, even if it relied on the power of the Near Sage to observe the prophecy, it could not guarantee 100% accuracy, and the Voyager Fleet did go through hardships, they were lost in the void several times, almost hit the wreckage of the world of destruction, and collectively perished in the trap left by the ruins of a lost civilization, but in the end, they still reached the boundary of another multi-galaxy, and took root in a marginal galaxy。

Now, under the leadership of several legendary powerhouses, the Voyager Fleet has established a local force in another multi-galaxy, and its name has also begun to spread to the ears of many powerful Void civilizations in the local area, in order to protect themselves, and also feel that it is time to accumulate a good strength of the Voyager Fleet again, and this time, it is not for exploration, but for guidance.

As a result, under the guidance of the Ark giant ship 'Tinder', and with the support of the United Government of the entire Multi-Galactic Order, billions of people, countless explorers, countless fleets, and even many pirates converged into a wave called 'Advance', and rushed towards another multi-galactic galaxy without hesitation.

And in the midst of this vast wave of advance, a team of exploration teams that do not know whether they are lucky or unfortunate are involved in the vortex of the shadow space, and come to a strange silent void where they don't know where it is.

Summoned by an inexplicable force, the entire exploration team and their ships were instantly teleported to the flagship of the fleet, an ark giant ship called the 'Glimmer'. Here, they were received by a strong man who looked very young, who honestly told him where he came from and his predicament, and prayed for help.

"Yes, you're from your hometown."

However, the powerhouse smiled and revealed the fact that they were surprised by the fact that the legend of Alvar Delmond was actually a powerhouse from the world of Mycrof, who had been ordered by the predecessor of the Star Glory Union before the 'Lonely Expedition' to carry a copy of the Great Repository to the farthest depths of the Silent Void. And now, the battle is over, the darkness has receded, and feeling Alva's sacrifice and dedication, but also for his own glory, the middle-aged people of the exploration team hope that Alva and his fleet will turn around and return to the multi-star galaxy to obtain the praise and honor that belongs to him.

However, the strong man calmly rejected the invitation.

"The Wanderer's Wandering Fleet will not turn back, it will not stop. I'm going to sail with everyone in the fleet, forever...... How much did the teacher pay to protect us? I can only endure such a small amount of loneliness to maintain the spark of civilization...... Please come back, thank you for telling me the news of my hometown, and if you can, please help me relay it, just say 'Alva is still advancing', just those seven words, and that's it. ”

After repairing the engines, the explorers were about to return along the drifting path, but some of them were unwilling to leave, and they volunteered to join this lonely fleet, willing to accompany them on this eternal expedition.

The story of this vast era, if it is to be narrated, is simply endless, but just as all eras have an end and all stories have an end, the end of the era of great exploration stems from the fact that one war is not a war between a pluralistic galactic order and another plurality galactic order, but a war between many orders and many chaos. Just as the official fleet of the Starfall Coalition Government arrived at this new multi-galaxy, another messenger from the multi-galaxy also arrived at this multi-galaxy.

And what they brought was a cry for help, a desperate belief that the tentacles of the evil god army had invaded their homeland, destroying countless civilizations and worlds, they were fighting hard, but they were about to be unable to hold on, and this messenger who asked for help from any order that might exist in the distant void was the last struggle of the multi-galactic beings.

One order needs help, so another will lend a hand. The era of pioneering has not yet ended, the Mars of the expedition has begun to ignite on the curtain, in this millennium that has not forgotten the suffering brought by chaos, all the brave men in the two plural galaxies are gathering, and soon, a heroic volunteer expeditionary force has been formed, they are full of anger and heroism, order and hope, sailing to the place where the distant stars are.

['Expeditionary Age', after 'the first year of rebirth', the fifteenth hundredth]

For the immortal transcendents, the expedition of order a thousand years ago seemed to have happened yesterday, whether it was sacrifice and battle, or the final triumph, it was firmly engraved in their memories and could not be forgotten for a long time.

But for ordinary people, a thousand years is dozens of generations, and ordinary people can't even remember the name of their great-grandfather, how can they still remember such a long history? What's more, there is nothing to remember about those hardships and hardships, when they were born, the 'Great Plural Galactic Order Alliance' has developed to its peak, this super giant order union composed of all the order civilizations of more than eight multiple galaxies, and now it is just like the middle of the day, in addition to the fleets on the edge of the union that are sweeping the void and strangling chaos, the many civilizations in the heart of the union have long forgotten what war is and what chaos is, not to mention the horror of the evil gods.

They are born among the flowers, bathed in the bright sun, as if the eternal light shines on them, making them happy, joyful, and growing without worries. This is not a bad thing, but it is what all the warriors and strong men who sacrificed their lives for it and fought for it wanted to see.

In this era, the culture between civilizations has truly developed to its peak, in the pluralistic galaxy, the boundaries between many civilizations, races and countries have begun to be erased, with the joint and coordinated government efforts to sweep away all exclusions, instilling the concept of 'all living beings, all orders, are one', and finally, the 'union' of these many civilizations and countries has finally become a real 'federation'. And the first president of the Federation was born in the 'Starfall United Diverse Galaxy', the powerhouse of the 'McCrove World', [Saint Loranda].

This practitioner of the Way of Light is not the most powerful of the entire 'Great Pluralistic Federation', but he is the most just, the most popular, and the most acceptable to all forces. An impartial and absolutely impartial President of the Light is indeed the leader most needed by this new federation.

Soon, with the creation of the 'Great Pluralistic Federation', new laws and new calendars began to unify, and under the will of many strong and civilized people, they wanted to build all beings in the plural multi-galaxy into an iron plate, a 'fist' that can really be 'clenched', enough to destroy all 'chaos' iron fist!

Strangely, however, the new calendar of the Confederation does not use the date of the birth of the Confederation as the first year. Originating from the Starfall Multi-Galactic, the leaders of the First Federation solemnly declared that this was the 'fifteen-hundredth hundred' that they, and the entire multiverse of beings, should remember, and the people of other multi-galaxies always had a hard time understanding this.

At this time, people from the Starfall Multi-Star River are always happy to explain the reason for this, and they are always willing to open their mouths to tell a legend of sacrifice, salvation, protection and battle, the story of a man, a god, and a true warrior.

And this year happened to be the fifteenth hundredth year after Joshua Van Radcliffe sealed the Endless Evil God Cluster.

[Federal calendar, 3,000 years.] 】

"Finally, we're close."

In the deepest part of the distant silent void, a team is speeding through the darkness in the latest exploration ship.

This is not a strange sight, even if the Great Plural Federation is in full bloom, but the many explorers sent to the Silent Void have never been less, whether it is the first, the second, or even the current fifteenth Federal Government, all of them are committed to uniting more diverse galactic civilizations, and in any void that can be reached, it is possible to see the Federation's exploration fleet.

However, if anyone can carefully observe the true identity of this team member, they will be shocked to bite off their tongues or mouthparts, and in that small exploration ship, there are actually seven legends, three gods, a total of ten supreme beings!

And at this moment, this lineup of unprecedented luxury exploration team, such an abrupt stop, appeared in front of them, but it was pitch black, silent, impenetrable and insurmountable, endless and still expanding darkness.

The endless darkness is like a wall across the void, it can't see the height up and down, the end can be seen left and right, it is like a barrier so strong that it separates the multiverse, standing here silently, and slowly but never stopping 'expanding'.

"This is where the 'time trap' comes in. It took three thousand years for us to catch up with him and come to the place where he left. ”

The first speaker was a legendary powerhouse with vicissitudes of vision, and the former first president of the Federation, St. Loranda, said in an extremely rare, trembling tone: "As long as we pass through this barrier, can we find his wreckage?" Or is he still alive, just sleeping in it? ”

"Nope."

Spit out a word briefly. Nostradamus, the time-space master of the legendary limit, stared at the dark barrier in front of him, and he was in charge of building multiple galactic space-time networks for a long time before he said slowly: "It's different from the time trap that usually arises because of 'relative velocity'...... The so-called 'time trap' here is simply an artificially expanded 'event horizon'. ”

"It's a box, a seal, a ...... Beyond the seals we imagined three thousand years later...... All the chaos, all the darkness, is shrunk in this box, we can't get in, they can't get out. ”

"Event Horizon...... In other words, did he finally turn his body into a supermassive 'world'? ”

Although the words are in the form of interrogative sentences, the tone is an unmistakable statement, and the momentum is fierce, more like the Queen, the former President of the Seventh Federation, and the voice of No. 3 is a little irrepressible excited: "In other words, the time within the horizon of this event is likely to pass very slowly!" ”

"Even, in the very center...... It is likely that the scene of the last moment of the end of the war is still there! ”

"Not necessarily."

Shaking his head calmly, dressed in military uniform, now the commander of the one hundred and four heavy fleets of the federal government, the generalissimo of the Western District, Lisa Chronos, said calmly: "The power of the teacher, I know very well, not to mention that he has not yet achieved the Near Sage, even if he has not achieved the legendary limit, he can already manipulate time and space to a certain extent, even if it is to destroy the evil god, it is impossible for him to let the time in the event horizon pass so slowly, I even have reason to suspect that the teacher will even speed up the time, Destroy as many evil gods as you can that you have sealed. ”

It's a real possibility. Lisa's words brought a moment of silence, and everyone, all the gods were pondering.

But no matter how they pondered, in the face of this black horizon of events, a wall of time and space, they were helpless and had nothing to do, everyone could only guess, and then sigh.

"The power of the Near Sage, we haven't touched it yet, even if it is Amos the Great, I'm afraid it will take thousands of years to swallow the abyss of the Blood War Galaxy, and then forcibly achieve the Near Sage with his strength...... It was too long, and this path was not easy to follow at all, and it could even be said that only Amos the Great could walk it. ”

It was the god of life who spoke, this god came to the void, she condensed a big hand of divine power, and wanted to touch the black event horizon and at the moment of touching, the god's complexion changed, and she found that her divine power was swallowed by this black barrier in an instant, and she was no longer in her control.

Retreating from the exploration ship, the God of Life shook his head: "The Legendary Limit and the True God Realm are a threshold, and it is difficult for many Legendary high-level powerhouses to cross this boundary even at the cost of self-destruction. And for the strongest of the legendary limit, the Near-Sage is an unbelievably huge threshold, and now, except for the Amos Great, there are still a few special individual collectives that need to be limited in order to exert a certain Near-Sage-level strength, we have not mastered a true Near-Sage path at all. ”

"Although there are many endless beings in the multi-galaxy, it is basically impossible to appear a guy similar to that man." The god of justice and power, in the face of this endless darkness and endless protection, couldn't help but sigh, looked down at his hand, and said softly: "How lucky we are to be able to live in the same era as him." ”

"How unfortunate we are to witness the end of this era."

"In any case, this place cannot be approached by other explorers or the powerhouses of other civilizations."

In the end, the former 'Master of Nature', now the 'Lord of All Things', has become the new generation of nature gods, and has come to a conclusion: "We need to seal off this area, this is also so that they can freely access this event horizon, even the true gods will fall in an instant." ”

"Well, then, I'll do it."

Silent until now, the black-haired dragon girl stepped forward, and the legendary ancient dragon black smiled and looked around at the people around her, she said calmly: "I am willing to volunteer to stay here and watch over this void." ”

This is something that no one can refuse. Not even No. 3 and Hikaru can't. As one of the closest beings to that man in the past, the black ancient dragon turned into a huge prototype and stationed in this void, for this reason, the federal government even secretly dragged several worlds here to build a huge world fortress, the Void Fortress.

The silent and peaceful time flowed rapidly, and with the admonitions and warnings passed on by countless mouths, a huge legend of the 'forbidden zone of all things' was circulated among the explorers of the entire Federation.

Before you know it, it's another millennium.

[Federal Calendar, 'Age of Stability', Fifth Millennium.] 】

If the boring and boring daily life in peacetime can also be counted as a story, then the little splashes that appear sporadically in the long river of time are probably enough to circulate as 'big news'.

In these two thousand years of incomparably stable and incomparably stable wars, not even a little chaos and a little civil strife, perhaps there are only a few things worth describing one of them, and that is the union of the McCrove Starfall, the dissolution in the essence of the word.

With the repeated expansion of the Great Plurality Federation, even a powerful civilization like the Starfall Alliance is difficult to ensure its cohesion, and as the Aether Star disappears into the void under the leadership of several gods, many new generations of Microf legends and new generation gods have spread to every corner of the multiverse, and they have infiltrated the entire Great Diversity Federation with their own people and subordinates.

Since then, the 'human race' is no longer a race that mainly inhabits the Starfall Multi-Galaxy, but a 'Pan-Plurality' that spreads over almost the entire multiverse, at least more than thirty-seven multi-galaxies, and their figures have spread with the footsteps of the Great Pluralistic Federation, and each branch has almost taken a completely different path.

Some humans have assimilated with the bloodlines of other local races and become countless special subhumans, while others have always maintained the purity of their bloodlines and honored them even when they go to the corners of the multiverse. But in the same way, there are also geometric bodies that have transformed themselves into the bloodlines of many demonic beasts, but they simply have humanoid monsters, and even completely mechanize, psionize, and elementalize their own **, and then reproduce a new race.

In addition, there are also 'information' creatures that upload their consciousness to the multi-magic net, and the material world only relies on the control of the alchemy magic puppet activities, this way of existence is quite popular because it basically does not consume any resources in the material world, and can also go to various extreme worlds to live, so it is quite popular, and many human beings choose to merge their spirits into the magic net, and live in the virtual world, and only use biological puppets or mechanical puppet bodies when necessary, to act in the material world.

But no matter what kind of transformation, what kind of 'evolution', what kind of bloodline, they all call themselves human. Because, for Mrs. McCro at this moment, whether it is a human, an elf, a dwarf, or any other race, the so-called name is not a word to describe blood at all, but a cultural aggregation, a symbol of civilization, an incomparably firm faith, and an incomparably sincere belief.

And in this era of stability, there are still some people who are not willing to be reconciled to this stability, they are always acting, seeking, and living in their own way.

"I wanted to find a kind of strength."

In the distant void, the 'forbidden zone for life', in the fortress in front of the 'Dark Event Horizon', 3 is ready to leave. Her gaze was firm, hope was always in her heart, she had already become a true god, and she also used her magic power to achieve a legend and said to the huge black ancient dragon in front of her: "That is the power to awaken something." Now, with the remaining 'seed', I can clearly feel that he is not dead. Although I have never been able to wake up this kind of child, I still firmly believe in the strength of that man, and I firmly believe that the initial fire may not be able to kill him, but it will only put him to sleep, maybe it is not a deep sleep, he is just in a place I don't know, still fighting. ”

Only in the face of the ancient dragon who has been firmly guarding this for two thousand years, and is about to leave this multi-star galaxy, and even the number 3 of the entire Great Plural Federation, can he pour out his thoughts to the fullest: "I heard a news that there is a huge Void Emperor at the other end of the multi-star galaxy that has not yet been merged into the Great Federation. He is a powerful god. Legend has it that their god once died, but then rose from the destruction of the gods, and called himself the Miracle Child, with the help of a power, returned from eternal sleep, and I wanted to see if it was true or not. ”

"There is a high probability that it is fake. But if it's true, what are you going to do? ”

Gu Long, who had been silent for a long time and hadn't spoken for many years, shook her head, stared at her friend in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "It's impossible for them to tell you." Number 3, I also believe in your determination, but there are times when determination doesn't do anything. ”

"Then I'll try to communicate, communicate, trade. If it doesn't work, then I will destroy, force, and take it. ”

Revealing a gentle tinyness, Number 3 flapped his wings, this god, this legend, this powerful being chasing someone's shadow, and said in a clear and clear tone: "I will do anything, no matter what means, I will achieve my goal." ”

"Goodbye then, my friend, I hope you succeed, I hope you go well."

Feeling the other party's determination and awareness, the watchful dragon sincerely blessed the other party: "Although he may not necessarily want this to happen, we don't live to make him like it, do we?" ”

"You're right, at the end of the day, it's our own choice of how we want to live, and I'd love to."

Turning around, No. 3 resolutely left, she raised her hand, waved her back to the ancient dragon, and signaled her to leave.

"Goodbye then, Black."

In the silence, in the steady passage of time, another friend left and went to the endless distance. The dragon, who watched over all this, was used to it all, and she turned her head to look at the still slowly expanding horizon of events, and then smiled.

"You can't wait any longer, master."

"But I'll keep waiting until the end of time."

[Federal Calendar, Age of Chaos, Seventh Millennium]

These are times of great chaos.

After thousands of years, the Evil Gods of Chaos have descended again, striking the dark clusters from the other side of the multiverse and directly attacking the strongest front of the Order, instead infiltrating every part of it, decaying its joints and cores, causing it to spiral out of control and fall apart.

I don't know if it's the power of the evil gods, or it comes from civilization, from the restlessness in the blood of all living beings, the huge and incomparably large federation, every component of it, has begun to gradually form a god This is actually not a strange thing, in the entire observable multiverse, the largest cluster of evil gods has been wiped out and sealed for thousands of years, and the surrounding multiple galaxies have not experienced a large-scale chaos invasion for thousands of years.

Even for the transcendent, thousands of years is not a small number, even if it is theoretically the ultimate intention to live forever, thousands of years of memory can wash away all the emotion, fear, despair, and shock that you vow to remember. Not to mention, the weaker transcendents, and the endless mortals.

Long-term peace has hollowed out the foundation of the existence of the Federation, and in the absence of foreign oppression, a huge alliance would have been impossible to exist Even if the Federal Government has been persevering for thousands of years to erase the traces of all countries, the differences of all races, and the characteristics of all civilizations, but this is impossible, it can even be said that even if the Federal Government succeeds, as long as there is beauty and ugliness, good and evil, radical and stable, active and calm, as long as there are differences between all beings, Then eternal 'peace' is an impossible task.

Under the erosion of chaos, endless pleasures, and the corrosion of **, in the weakening of the peace of the stars and worlds for thousands of years, the federation of order is slowly and inexorably collapsing, and the dark clusters that suddenly appeared around many multiple galaxies, the attack of the evil god that has long been forgotten, is the last straw to destroy it, there is no enemy, no grinding army is about to collapse under the impact of the evil god, and the destruction and isolation of many production bases and transportation centers have led to the loss of resource supply in the federal center, As a result, many core worlds are on the verge of destruction, and even tragic scenes of cannibalism have been staged.

Even, compared to the terrifying darkness, the battle broke out between the order and the order earlier, in order to compete for the few production worlds and void bases that were still functioning, the armies and races within the federation began to fight each other, and even, in order to stop the erosion of chaos, one side would not hesitate to impose an extermination order on the other, destroying an entire world, no matter how many innocent wailing people there were.

Even if the evil god is destroyed, the infinite hatred, pain, and oppression and despair caused by the killing of many lives in this chaotic era will completely shatter all the efforts of the Federation for thousands of years, and even create a new evil god.

They forgot what they should remember most, so the seeds of self-destruction sowed at the roots of the Federation.

In this wandering millennium, the order can only tremble and hide behind their fortresses and worlds, while other orders and chaos full of hostility and malice surround them, everything returns to the original way it was seven thousand years ago, and even worse, even if many powerful people gather together and expel the chaos of one region, they will not be able to unite that region again, because it is very likely that the number of people who die in one world in this region is not as many as the number of people in the hands of other worlds to invade and loot.

Of course, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if the Federation is so unbearable, the many legends and gods cultivated in thousands of years are not as fragile as mortals, they have worked hard to finally eliminate all the attacking evil gods, but the Federation has also officially fallen apart because of the complete elimination of the enemy, and the extreme chaos derived from the extreme order is raging in this infinite galaxy.

With the end of the Chaos Invasion came the Age of Great Schism. The huge federation has split into millions of civilizations, they have conquered each other, guarded each other, and made multiple galaxies become a huge Warring States battlefield, and at this moment, human beings have long become a race distributed in the multiverse, and the main body of the Mycrof civilization has long disappeared with the departure of the Star Ring Realm thousands of years ago. They seem to have anticipated this for a long time and are not really caught in this mess.

[My memory of this era is limited to this: we fell from the light, fell into complete confusion, we wandered in the darkness in ignorance, fantasizing about the stable happiness of the past. But memories and fantasies are useless, the past is gone, and we are in a dark, suspicious and brutal age.

In the old days we lived in peace, it seems that life is only filled with pleasures, but this is wrong, in fact, wars have never been far from us, they are called **, they are called degenerate, they are called cowardice. They erupt right around us, but we prefer to pretend to be ostriches, bury our heads in the ground and turn a blind eye, and the stupidest thing is that we know it's wrong, but we still happily go on. Each of us is thinking, 'Even if there is a catastrophe, it will not be my turn', and each of us is trying to survive this inevitable catastrophe, and it turns out that this is the source of destruction, because no one dares to move forward, no one dares to face the truth and the darkness.

In the distant past, in the ancient myths and legends, some strong men would rather sacrifice themselves to defend all living beings, he looked forward to the day when other strong people could stand side by side with him to protect this multiverse, he hoped that those who wanted peace could live in peace, and he expected that the madmen and fools who wanted war could accompany him in the battle, but we must have let him down, if he could see it, he would definitely be disappointed, because what he paid for all his sacrifices in exchange for it was shameful depravity and ignorance.

So I appeal, let us regain our courage, let us regain our determination and our fire, our anger and our mighty winds, and we must remember all this suffering, and chew back and forth, because it is only under the tempering of pain that the flower of hope blooms in the determination of man. 】

[Anonymous Chronicler, in the middle of the Great Schism, in the Book of Hope, Chapter 8 - Proclamation, Paragraph 34]

And finally.

[Age of Rebirth, 10th Millennium]

The distant tenth millennium, deep in the dark silent void, the forgotten ancient land, welcomes the first visitors to the Age of Rebirth.

In that great battle of division and unification, countless civilizations and races were destroyed, several galaxies were annihilated, and even the clouds of steel power ceased to exist. All this was too tragic, too painful, and the pain of war outweighed their hatred for each other, so in the trembling pain, in the trembling pain, the new Federation was reborn from the corpses of the past Federation, although its territory was far less than one percent of its former heyday, but this time, they knew what despair was.

Therefore, we can understand what hope is.

But even so, recovering those lost homelands is not a matter of time. Even, on the body of those destroyed civilizations, a new native civilization was born, and the long wars and isolation have long made them forget what the unity of order is and what the glory of the Federation is.

And this time, it was a nascent civilization, in the reckless exploration, to this absolute forbidden area where no civilization and no fleet dared to come when the former Federation still existed.

Legend has it that it is the ruins of the Pioneers locked in the mist, the Jedi of life lurking in endless traps. There, filled with the toxins of chaos, deadly murder machines, and the wreckage of countless shattered worlds, it is undoubtedly a forbidden place feared by all civilizations in the multiverse, enveloped in blazing flames, and even guarded by the terrifying Void Dragon.

In a sense, all of these descriptions were correct, and some people even had the privilege of meeting the legendary guardian, an incomparably ancient, incomparably gigantic, almost as colossal as the world in the world. Wandering aimlessly among the ashes of the shattered wreckage of countless worlds, hovering on the edge of the 'Wall of Worlds', preventing any approach or exploration.

It seems to be guarding something, but no one has ever known what it is guarding, after all, this is an ancient ruin, a place where the wreckage of history is piled up, and the corpses of countless worlds and fleets have piled up here in the Age of Chaos and the Great Schism, making this place full of fog. Some people even say that the dragon himself has forgotten his mission, so it is only an eternal wanderer, not leaving here for half a step.

But these frightening legends didn't mean much to the nascent civilizations who didn't even know all this, and the most they knew was that it was dangerous, that there was a great void dragon there, that it was full of unknown ancient ruins and wreckage, full of knowledge they craved.

Therefore, they mustered up the courage to move forward and approached the black dragon, which was like the world, closing its eyes and meditating in the void.

"Guardian, do you remember what exactly you were guarding?"

This nascent civilization is in the period of exploring the heavens and stars, so I came here curiously. These look a bit like humans, but they have a pair of races with different beast ears that are very bold and full of action, and the greedy and unquenchable curiosity even dares them to ask the Most High: "Have you forgotten?" ”

Oblivion, is it?

Hearing this language, which was somewhat similar to the lingua franca of Microf in the past, and feeling some familiar blood remaining in the other party's body, the contemplative dragon opened his eyes, and his golden eyes like the sun turned around, staring at those little people, and his heart was full of emotion.

The memory is dead, and only the legend remains. History has been forgotten, and only the winds of suffering howl in the ruins.

Looking at the heavens and stars, every place is the grave of civilization, and the cries of reluctance come from them, they yearn for revenge, fight again, regain their glory, but they are gone, and the ashes are all that remains of them.

And now, the new generation of civilization has grown again, they are surrounded by the embers of the pioneers, they have grown up in the warm residual warmth of the previous generation of civilization, and their bodies are composed of the stardust left over from the fierce battles between countless enemy races, and even the fragments of steel that gave birth to their world and the sun, all of which are the ashes left over from the battles and sacrifices of many powerful people in the past.

Look at that! This fortunate and brave, reckless and curious civilization is delving into the lost history and what happened in this vast and endless multiverse in the millennia before the birth of their civilization, and they are re-embarking on the path of glory, seeking the forerunners, seeking the guidance of the powerful!

And the powerful are willing to guide them.

The watchful dragon stared at these little people, as if he saw the shadow of his past, raised his head, looked up at the dark void, and then let out a long dragon groan, and the dragon's own light could illuminate all things, making the stars shine, and watched for a thousand years, and another thousand years, until now, ten thousand years have passed, and finally there is that similar and touching thing, appearing in front of his eyes, but the identities of the guide and the guide have been reversed, and the little dragon that was taught in the past has now become the supreme guardian.

"You say I have forgotten my mission? No. ”

Of course not.

The dragon lowered his head, shivering with the battleship, but still stubborn, looking at the people who wanted to know the answer, and said gently, "I remember." ”

Always remember.

"But before I tell you about my mission, let me tell you that I watch, my master, the god who has guarded the multiverse in the distant past...... No. ”

"The story of a human, a warrior."

[The stars are still shining, and the flames are still burning.

In this multiverse of repetition of loss and regain, oblivion and remembrance, civilization is still thriving.

The darkness in the sky has not yet left, but it is much brighter than it used to be, and some take it for granted, while others remember who it all came from.

New stories and legends are being born, but the old epics and myths have not been forgotten, in this age where the rage is still burning, in this century where the fighting has not stopped, there are people who advance, there are people who stop, there are people who are determined to go to the distant origin and the end, and there are people who watch over the silent ruins, waiting for the hope in their hearts to reappear. 】

"The darkness will return, but will we ever see the light again?"

After listening to all the stories told by the dragon, someone shuddered and asked the ancients, they were frightened by the darkness behind this history, chaos hovered in their minds, making them tremble and doubt, or they simply did not believe it, but even so, there were still people who asked, because whether it was a legend or a myth, whether it was a story or a lesson, someone always remembered it and left it behind.

"I'm afraid not, children, in the next ten thousand years, dozens of thousand years, I'm afraid not, but we can still remember that light, that little fire, and this is the ember of hope, and we can expect something to be reborn in it."

The ancient black dragon flapped its wings and set off the winds of time and space, sending the brave and small people away from this dangerous forbidden area, but even so, the Hope Watch still left one last word.

"This is my story, I was in the place of your homeland, when all worlds were illuminated by divine light, when the void was ignited with flames, and I saw distant chaos and darkness torn apart by the wrath and roar of God, and on that very day, a true hero and god, a true warrior, passed away, and hell was buried with it."

"There was no wailing, no weeping, we were united, we vowed to fight the darkness, and in the age of nothing, we had only courage."

I remember. I guard this memory, this legend, this epic, I remember this story.

"So, don't forget either."

Don't forget the courage, don't forget the determination, don't forget to always be as brave as you are now, to explore and fight in the endless distance.

And this.

It was Joshua Van Radcliffe who departed, the first 10,000 years.