Time was the best panacea. Hundreds of years of time could turn a person's bone-piercing hatred into a record symbol. However, in front of the benefits that could move a person's heart, this symbol was meaningless.
The current generation of Seymour people, especially those living in Cape Town, had mostly forgotten the fear that was once everywhere. Slaves, food, sacrifices. In front of the Evil Gods, life was just a form of currency.
Hundreds of years had passed. The luxurious living conditions in this land had not only sapped their courage as warriors, it had also turned the not-so-ancient hatred into a symbol in the mouth of an old man.
"Ever since you (the Aishi People) came here, the Seymour people had no chance of unifying, nor was there a need to unify. From the day that idiot Sydeon summoned the Evil Gods, all misfortune was already destined."
In the eyes of the new generation of Seymour people like Sydeon, there was no difference between the Aishi People and the Evil Gods. This was because they had never experienced the era of the Evil Gods. Hundreds of years of inheritance and loss were enough for the primitive Seymour people to lose their memories of the past.
Therefore, in order to deal with the increasing frequency of Seymour people, he could consider bringing in their nemesis, the Evil Gods, just like how he found a few ferocious stray cats to expel a rat infestation in his house.
However, in the eyes of the old people who had experienced the great migration, this kind of behavior was just like finding a pack of man-eating wolves to expel the rat infestation. The former was just annoying and had many hidden dangers, while the latter was simply not wanting to live anymore.
"There is a fundamental difference between the Aishi People and the Evil Gods, especially for the people living in this land."
The one who said this wasn't Rorschach who was defending himself, but Elder Marsha who was holding a teacup with both hands with a calm expression on her face.
"Compared to caravans that rely on two feet, your ships are simply too fast. More than seventy years ago, Siyas and I had left this wasteland to see the outside world. We even lived in the Radiant City and the City of Knights for a few years. Back then, Siyas was about the same age as you are now …"
Rorschach had never heard of the Radiant City and the City of Knights, but Lori was very familiar with them.
[This is a large population gathering point. It is also the base of the Light God System and the Dragon God System in Ansorenne. It is also the first city of the Aishi People. Behind them are two super empires.]
The Aishi People and the Evil Gods were different. Rorschach had heard this many times, but he had never personally experienced it. However, it was completely different for the local residents.
When an outsider's arrival, interference, and influence became an irresistible reality, some people would choose to treat them with hostility and distance themselves from them. However, others would choose to understand and learn from them … At the very least, you would need to know what they wanted, what they intended to do, and just how powerful they were. Only then would you be able to decide how to deal with them.
Martha and Siyas were obviously the latter. In their time, they were also the mainstays of the Reformist Party.
Or, to be more precise, Marsha was the leader of the Reformist Party. Back then, the young Siyas was the pioneer of the Reformist Party who actively learned from the foreign civilization.
"Back then, I didn't think so much. I just wanted to understand more about our mortal enemy, the Evil God. And the person who understands you the most is your enemy. However, I made many friends there, and only then did I realize that the world was far vaster than I thought it was. "
"The Evil Gods and the Aishi Gods are completely different existences, especially to the locals."
This was a rather wondrous feeling. A native of the Ansorenne was actually explaining to Rorschach the differences between the Evil Gods and the True Gods.
The Evil Gods were incredibly invasive existences. They would conquer, occupy, enslave, and squeeze out everything of value, just like traditional conquerors and kings.
To the Evil Gods, the locals were probably nothing more than slaves, food, or lackeys. The worst part was that the Evil Gods didn't "need" the locals at all.
As for the Gods of Eich … they were much milder in comparison.
They had come here to fight for the highest throne, as well as to obtain their own living space.
They were just like seeds that were blown here by the wind. They had no foundation, so they needed to absorb sunlight, water, and soil here. They needed the help and friendship of the locals.
This was the foundational difference.
Rorschach carefully thought about it and felt that this was indeed the case.
The development of the churches and the reclamation of the wastelands were both inseparable from manpower. The number of illegal immigrants was unstable and unreliable, while the number of descenders was always limited. Finally, the core members of the churches would definitely be the locals, not to mention the more than ninety percent of the locals.
If the New Gods were the seeds, then the locals would be the soil on which they would grow.
The old woman looked at the scenery outside the window, as well as the busy pedestrians and shoppers on the streets. Her eyes seemed to be looking back at the past as she revealed a smile of joy that came from the bottom of her heart.
"… Back in the day, we actually really envied such a life. The streets were filled with light, and we only needed to pay some paper to buy daily necessities. The worthless stones in the wastelands could be used to buy beautiful clothes and food for the winter. Most importantly, you even had laws and morals …"
Rorschach faintly understood that this comforting smile wasn't because of the current living environment, but rather because her people had entered a new era of civilization.
The New Gods had used the locals to ascend to even higher positions. They had even become the embodiment of the laws and order of this land. But at the same time, the locals had also received countless changes.
"… Actually, Siyas and I have always been looking forward to your arrival. Of course, apart from here, we would never admit to your arrival under any circumstances …"
The outsiders had disrupted the locals' peace, but they had also brought with them the seeds of civilization. After enjoying the sweetness of civilization, the outsiders naturally had many ideas.
However, they would never say these ideas out loud, because that would be betraying the customs of their primitive tribes and ancestors. When the bloodthirsty rules of revenge clashed with the laws of other civilizations, one side would definitely change.
Just a few people's ideas would have to go against the customs of an entire country and species? Then they would just have to wait to collect their corpses.
"The laws of the ancestors were unchangeable." If you thought that something was for their own good, they would still treat you as a heretic or a traitor and burn you at the stake.
The Harlet Wastelands wasn't the core of this world. Or, to put it more bluntly, it was a rather remote place. The Aishi People's mega factions already had their own territory, so it would be impossible for the second-level and second-level factions to develop here.
This wait lasted for hundreds of years, and the ones who came weren't the True Gods from the old folks' memories. Instead, they were the new Gods and newbies who came one after another.
Even though they were old and retired, the reformers were still reformers. They longed for the sparks of civilization to blossom in this primitive land, and for their own people to become the guardians of law and morality.
Old Mother Martha had always been educating, slowly instilling words and culture into the next generation of her people. As her most successful child, Siyas had even started breaking the rules and studying the technology and civilization of the outside world. That was how he had managed to create the magical engineering industry in Cape Town.
Actually, if it weren't for Mother Martha's indulgence, how could the overlords of the wastelands possibly have allowed the slow-witted Horned Elephants to completely change their habits and enter the era of city-states?
The laws of the ancestors couldn't be changed. Were the elders really doing this to protect the so-called glory of their ancestors, or were they just concerned about their own high and mighty positions?
For the growth of Cape Town, for the entire Seymour people to keep up with the changes of the times, both Siyas and Mother Martha had probably sacrificed a lot.
In their eyes, as long as Cape Town became richer and more civilized, the people of the wastelands would naturally follow this path.
Reality had also proven that this path was feasible. Although they still said all sorts of strange things, the new generation of wastelands Seymour people were indeed more and more interested in living in Cape Town.
And the people's desire for a better life would determine the direction of development in the future.
While he was gratified, as he aged, Siyas, who couldn't do as he wished, could only find a successor. But here, there was a problem.
Sidion was too outstanding.
No one knew that the reason Siyas took him in as his adopted son back then wasn't because of his military talent, but because he was just a young technician who dared to think and do things.
In Siyas' eyes, this adopted son who was born in the wastelands didn't have the restrictions of the old era, and dared to think and do things. He was just the right person to lead the entire tribe into a new era.
But he didn't expect that Sidion was too strong. He was so strong that he wasn't satisfied with the fate his elders had arranged for him. He was so strong that he desired to control the fate of the entire tribe, so strong that he wanted to "eradicate" the influence of outsiders, so strong that he wanted to establish his own empire.
Apart from having the courage to try, he was also reckless and impulsive.
In his eyes, the Aishi People were no different from the Evil Gods. They were all obstacles that prevented him from achieving his goal of hegemony. And now, the Evil Gods that he couldn't interfere with were even more annoying than the Aishi People who could be seen everywhere.
"Time is limited. I have to accomplish my goal at all costs."
And so, everything went out of control …
"… Actually, little Siyas doesn't have many years left to live. That was his last warning. He told him how laughable this path of hegemony was. He told him to stay away from those unfathomable existences. He told him who his friends were and who his enemies were. He told him …"
Marsha paused for a moment before she spoke again in a somewhat familiar tone. That was old Siyas' ridiculous tone.
"What's the point of establishing a country? What's the point of becoming an eternal emperor? Our children only care about what kind of life they'll have in the future."
Rorschach was already speechless. Due to his lack of experience, he could only barely understand some of what Marsha was saying. Although he could understand some of it, he still had to ask …
"Was it worth it?"
"He probably felt that it was worth it. That was his last warning. He told Sidion to cut off all ties with the Evil Gods and to change his path."
Rorschach fell silent, but his "System" sent him the analysis of the experts.
Siyas' death directly led to the eruption of war. Unless Sidion went insane, the three factions would maintain a balance of power and develop together for a very long time.
And once all three factions got used to such a lifestyle and benefited from it, it would be difficult to change it. And since Vila Nova Dônia was a city without a source, it would definitely absorb a large number of natives. In the end, the Seymour people would still become the backbone of this city and its residents.
The Seymour tribe would lose an empire, but the Seymour people would have a future that would keep up with the times. Their citizens would also welcome a better life.
Let's say that if Sidion succeeded in conquering this city, what would the Seymour people obtain?
An empire? An empire that would constantly kill and drive away their own people? The hatred of the exiled Aishi People? The hatred and accumulated hatred from suppressing and destroying the tribes in the wastelands?
Once war began, it probably wouldn't end so easily. In the end, the ruler of Cape Town would probably obtain the title of emperor.
Would the exiled Aishi People be willing to accept defeat? Endless vengeance and hatred were just around the corner.
"Since the door to a new era has been opened, it's impossible to go back."
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