I realized that sometimes, Sandora had the ability to shock everyone with just a single word. Although she might not be as active as Shallow Shallow, the scary thing was that every single one of her ideas was more feasible than Shallow Shallow's. She thought about it for half an hour and concluded that the creator could be resurrected.
It was highly feasible.
"Gosh, you really are a genius," Icetis's ears were sharp. She immediately jumped over and tugged Sandora's arm. "I didn't even think of this. After all, it was too long ago. But are you really going to do it? I don't think it's reliable. "
I glanced at Icetis. If even this pervert thinks it's not reliable, then it's probably really not reliable.
"Maybe we should give it a try," Sandora's voice was a little faint. She wasn't too sure about this. In fact, she wasn't too sure about anything related to the origin of Schilling. Anything that spanned across the entire history of the Empire, even the gods wouldn't dare to guarantee it. "I also know that the possibility of this is very low. Let's not talk about the success rate for now. First of all, we can't guarantee whether the ancestors' souls can return or not. Tawil's experiment can only verify that these corpses are immortal on the physical plane. Their souls might have already dissipated. If that's the case, we can only resurrect some mindless bodies … That kind of resurrection would be meaningless. "
"Then why are you still wasting your time?" Icetis looked at me from the corner of her eyes. "Now that you mention it, the success rate of summoning souls is basically zero. Do you know how long they have been dead for?"
"That's why I said I should give it a try," Sandora shrugged. "You know my personality. As long as there's an opportunity in front of me, I won't ignore it. Besides, I have too many questions that I want answers from the ancestors. All the Shiring Apostles have too many questions … "
I listened on the side as Icetis and Sandora discussed this matter that sounded like it had a very questionable success rate. Actually, I didn't care whether Sandora could resurrect my ancestor (even though it sounded like it was a very important matter). I only cared about Sandora's thoughts and her mood. After all, for him, the attraction of Schilling's Origins was basically equivalent to what the ending of Detective Conan was like. It was something far away but had little to do with him, while Sandora was right beside him. Now, it seems that my Queen wishes to have a chance to talk to the ancestors face to face, so I should support her.
Also, I didn't think that some of the revived ancestors would affect the order of the New Empire. The long passage of time had changed too many things. The Shiring Apostles and their original forms were basically two different creatures. Putting aside the fact that they were the creators of the New Empire, the ancestors were more symbolic than practical to the New Empire. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that there was a question that I should immediately confirm. So, I went forward and stroked Sandora's hair. "If the ancestors are really resurrected, what do you plan to do with them?"
Sandora was stunned. Obviously, she had not thought of this question just now.
Icetis put away her usual ruffian expression and said to Sandora in a very serious manner, "You have to know that your ancestors are just mortals. They are afraid of pain, cold, and heat. Their lifespan is limited and their knowledge is shallow. They are more easily defeated by fear and consumed by loneliness. These characteristics are not a problem for your servant army, but the ancestors are not your servant army. Let me ask you a question: All along, in the hearts of the Shiring Apostles, what is the image of the ancestors? "
Sandora was silent for a moment and slowly said, "An image … without an image. The Creator is strange and mysterious to us. Before today, not a single Shiring Apostles had seen the appearance of the Creator. They don't even know much about their life forms. Before the Creator left the original body, he erased most of the original body's memories of himself. It might have been to allow the latter to grow freely. However, this caused the current Shiring Apostles to have no understanding of the ancestors. The Creator is the Creator. We don't know what they look like, don't know their life forms, don't know how many of them there are, how long their lifespan is, and how powerful they are. However, we know that our origins are those Creators. This is the entire impression that the Shiring Apostles have of the ancestors. "
"A faceless spiritual symbol, just like the primitive worship of the gods." Icetis crossed her arms and leaned against the ancient wall of the hall. "Although you are also Protoss, your feelings towards the ancestors are a little similar to the primitive worship of the gods. You don't need to know the specific appearance of the ancestors. You only need to know the word 'Creator'. Moreover, this word has accompanied you for countless generations. But now — "
As Icetis spoke, she pointed at the hibernation pods that were being carefully sent to the material conveyor by the engineers.
"They appeared in a specific form, just like what you saw just now, ordinary mortals. Now, he is lying here in the form of a corpse, but if you really turn him into a living person, you can imagine the impact: from a spiritual idol to a 'normal creature' that can be touched, talked to, and even killed. The psychological state of the Shiring Apostles has always been amazing, so I can ignore the psychological gap that this will bring to you. You first solve the problem that Chen raised. How are you going to settle these ancestors? "
Sandora began to struggle. The word 'ancestor' was a very telling word. First of all, you can't treat these Creators like a servant army. Pulling them out to join the army would definitely not work. But obviously, they could not enter the core of the new Empire. No matter what, they were just a mortal race, and their knowledge was still stuck in the ancient times. The logical system of the Shiring Apostles determined that they would not let the ancestors decide any matters of the Empire just because of their identity. After considering all aspects, there was only one way to settle these ancestors.
If you really treated them like an ancestor, fed them well, and provided for them well, just like raising a bird …
Err, it would be better to raise a bird. The bird that I raised at home could still fly to other worlds every few days, but would Sandora dare to let those weak ancestors run around in the void? Especially now, it was still a chaotic world. Based on the attitude of the Fallen Apostles towards their home world, if they knew that a group of ancestors had been resurrected in the new Empire, they would definitely join in the fun even if they had to go bankrupt!
"But no matter what, if you really want to resurrect them, I will still support you."
Just as Sandora and I were deep in thought, Icetis suddenly added with her arms crossed. Sandora was stunned. "Huh? Then what were the questions you asked just now … "
Icetis spread out her hands. "I was just analyzing the difficulty of this matter with you. I didn't say that you couldn't do it. Isn't it important for everyone to figure out their own origin? Back then, in order to figure out where I came from, I hid in my parents' room for half a month … "
Sandora and I instantly jumped out of the heavy atmosphere of history. We gritted our teeth and looked at Icetis. "These two matters are different!"
After shouting, I couldn't help but be curious. "Err … What happened after you hid in there?"
Sandora pinched my waist hard from behind. Icetis blushed and said bashfully, "It had a profound impact on my life. It was the first time I was hung on the porch by my father for such a long time …"
Sandora looked like she was going crazy. "Are the two of you a little bit too much? Such a serious occasion … "
Before Sandora could finish her sentence, a little girl's voice came from below and interrupted her. "Hey, idiot. I think I know why you moved my suitcase out when there was someone in your room!"
I lowered my head and met the little doll's ruby eyes. I was happy that she was finally willing to let go of my wrist, but I was very unhappy with this girl's weird behavior. Icetis giggled and looked at the little doll with an expression that was asking for a beating. "Little girl, sooner or later, you will be hung on the door by your father like me …"
Sandora looked like she was about to collapse. "… What about our topic at the beginning?"
I patted Sandora's shoulder comfortingly, reminding her that she had to get used to it. After all, it wasn't the first time that a group of people in the family talked and got distracted. My identity as Emperor Schilling allowed me to get used to the skipping life of picking up my bowl to eat and putting down my chopsticks to save the world. Shallow Shallow had led our family to master the ability to reverse the rhythm of life. What am I talking about?
At this moment, Tawil's assistant technicians and the engineers had completed the inspection of all the equipment in the hall. They tested the cores of the control panels one by one, trying to find a device that could still be activated or at least read. However, the results were regrettable. These ancient and outdated control panels were obviously not as durable as the Empire products. The immortal state on the microscopic level could not guarantee that the entire device would not be damaged on the macroscopic level. Their structure was still there, but the contents stored in the core had disappeared with the passage of time. (In this case, I couldn't even hope to find the coordinates of my home world from these devices.) The only thing the workers found was a small pendant with a portrait printed under one of the control panels.
The Empire soldier who found the pendant handed it to Sandora. Icetis and I curiously approached it. The small pendant seemed to be a personal item of one of the operators. It was probably hung on his clothes or neck. It seemed that the Schilling ancestors had some habits that I found familiar. The pendant was only the size of a peach pit. It was crystal and shaped like a water droplet. The inside of the pendant was a lifelike three-dimensional image. It was a woman in a plain dress with long hair. As the image was very detailed, we could see the woman's face clearly. She wasn't too beautiful, but she gave off a quiet and peaceful feeling. The faint smile on her face made us think that she might have been looking at her lover when she left the image.
The woman in the pendant stood on a light blue 'grassland'. We could vaguely see the shadows of the mountains in the distance. This was the only image that we found that might be related to our homeworld.
The pendant carried a gentle nostalgia. I didn't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed to record the mood. This thing should have been sent for analysis and scanning like the other material samples on the spaceship. However, Sandora looked at it quietly and finally handed it to me. "Ah Jun, you keep this first. I'm very careless with this kind of thing. I'm afraid I'll accidentally eat it."
I said, "… Oh."
Sandora was quite self-aware in this aspect.
"The detector has already scanned the entire spaceship," Tawil suddenly said. Her core of thought maintained a real-time connection with the detector that was previously spread out. She was now reading the last batch of data from the detector. "There are many living quarters and material warehouses on this spaceship, but we didn't find any other bodies. Instead, we found a lot of empty fixed brackets. Those might have been used for escape pods. It seems that the other people on the spaceship had successfully evacuated back then. Only the people in the control center didn't manage to escape. "
"To ensure that the spaceship could last until the evacuation was completed, the survival rate of the core operators has always been very low." Sandora wasn't surprised. "They must have been trying to control the system that was about to collapse and missed the best time to evacuate."
"What's the result of the test?" I saw Shallow Shallow and Tawil walking over together. I knew that their 'time-lapse test' had ended. As Shallow Shallow's control over time was absolute, she didn't need any additional equipment to carry out such an experiment. So, they probably just found an empty space and completed the test.
The project with Shallow Shallow's participation was especially not serious, but it was as efficient as always.
"It's just as we guessed." Tawil nodded solemnly. "The passage of time didn't leave any traces on these materials. Matriarch Shallow Shallow let the samples go through millions of years. In the end, we found that their atomic lifespan didn't change at all. But their macroscopic properties weren't affected at all. Moreover, we found that these materials have a strange property … "
As Tawil said, he looked at Shallow Shallow, who happily extended her hand to show me the handful of dust in her palm. "It doesn't matter how long you let time move forward, it won't rot away. But if you let time oscillate back and forth rapidly, even the sturdiest of things would turn into this dust."
Qian Qian made it sound so easy. The difficulty of making time oscillate back and forth was countless times more difficult, yet she dared to say it out loud with a smile on her face. I looked at the handful of black dust in her palm, trying to imagine what it used to be. Tawil answered for me before I had a brain block. "This is the result of the conversion of all the materials we used in the experiment. There used to be 1.75 tons of them, but now it's just a handful. These powders contain a large amount of ultra-light elements, so studying their composition is meaningless. I have a guess: the 'immortal state' of the materials from my hometown should have a limit, and they can only appear immortal in a regular timeline. In other words, as time passes, they will remain 'young', but if the timeline is unstable … "
"The destruction of time accumulated over billions of years will instantly 'return'." Sandora pinched a bit of powder from Shallow Shallow's palm. Just as I was worried that she would throw it into her mouth to have a taste (it's not like she wouldn't do something like that), she turned to look at the hibernation pods that were almost completely dismantled. "Even the remains of our ancestors will suffer the same impact …"
"Mortal bodies, bypassing the barrier of time and living eternally until now, that's playing with fire." Icetis smacked her lips. "Whether it's voluntary or not, everything in your hometown has already violated the most basic rules. It's already a miracle that it could survive until now, and there's nothing you can do even if there are some fatal problems. Actually, you don't have to worry too much, other than Shallow Shallow, where else can you find such a crazy timeline?"
Sandora thought about it and felt that it made sense, so she didn't say anything else. But I reckoned that she would soon issue a special protection law for all samples: to prevent anything that could destroy the continuity of time from getting close to the materials from my hometown. The destruction caused by the 'return' of time was too violent, and judging by Tawil's ability, he wouldn't be able to figure out how to avoid this' return 'effect in a short period of time, so he could only do his best to protect the things from his hometown.
After confirming that there was nothing else in the wreckage that was worthy of our attention, everyone returned to the ground station and prepared to teleport to the mothership to leave this place. The assistant technicians, engineers, and groups of autonomous robots would be left on this planet. Their mission was to complete the on-site inspection and transport the entire wreckage to the asteroid belt base. Sandora had given a strict order: not a single speck of dust could be left on the wreckage. So now, the assistant technicians were strictly carrying out Her Majesty's order, accurately measuring the wreckage down to the molecular level …
We planned to pack up the wreckage and transport it back to the City of Shadows, then build a memorial or something to store it. Its scientific value wasn't high: Tawil could completely scan it in a day and make countless copies of it. The value of this wreckage lay in its' historical significance '. Although this saying was a little strange when applied to the Shiring Apostles, it was the truth. Although the Shiring Apostles were a little inflexible and overly 'pragmatic', they weren't without a bit of 'sentiment'. When necessary, they would also build memorials and engage in cultural activities. The Monument Square in the City of Shadows was the previous example.
Now that we had a large number of objects from our hometown, and even the relics of our creators, we naturally had to have corresponding commemorative facilities.
I was very grateful that Icetis didn't suggest to Sandora to charge entrance fees after hearing about this plan. It wasn't that the female pervert didn't think of this, but she knew that if she really said this, even I wouldn't plan to protect her …
We still had to stay in this desolate and remote world for a few more days. Anyway, there was nothing to worry about in the Empire. Shadora and I were here to personally supervise the progress of the team of scientists. Shadora had already organized people to verify the feasibility of reviving the ancestors, while I waited to see if the engineering team, who were busy working on the world barrier, could find any traces of my home world. The next day, Tawil created a mass projection in front of me. This new projection was responsible for studying the traces of space warping left behind by the last space flash. This was also one of the attempts to find our hometown. Now that we had no clear coordinates, we could only carry out these helpless attempts.
But to everyone's surprise, the first thing we discovered wasn't something related to our homeworld.
We found traces of Halland.
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