From the information in the Archives, we finally learned that the inhabitants of this universe were not native to this world. They were rescued from another world that was on the verge of collapse by a Shiring Apostles known as the "Supreme General" hundreds of thousands of years ago. The strange meteor bombs we saw in the sky and the energy harvesting technology that the locals mastered were all left behind by the Supreme General. After searching for the Supreme General, Sandora found the legendary Shiring Apostles who was highly respected by the locals — a rather familiar figure.
"I think … this figure looks a little familiar," I said tactfully. In the picture, the general was wearing a black hooded cloak. She was surrounded by a group of Imperial soldiers in heavy black armor, and she looked very short. To put it bluntly, the general's height was basically parallel to the crotch of the soldiers around her. This picture seemed to have been taken in a hurry, as if the general did not have the time to stop and pose for her followers. Even though her face was hidden under the shadow of the hood, her pair of blood-red and glowing eyes were very eye-catching.
"Isn't that Visca?" Sandora smacked her lips. She had just recovered from her surprise. "Look at those emblems. The symbol of Visca's Army of Destruction is this blood-red triangle. Oh yeah, there was one at the door when we came in. "
At that time, I thought that the blood-red triangle at the door was purely a coincidence. After all, this shape was very common. When Visca designed his own emblem, he must have simply drawn an angular pattern and used it without any decorations or anti-counterfeiting patterns. But now, it was proven that the triangular symbol belonged to the Army of Destruction.
This world was visited by Visca in the past. Even the residents here were brought over by Visca. But the little girl had completely forgotten about this. She was now staying on the Admiral of the Empire, curiously studying when this universe would be completely extinguished with everyone else. At that time, when a group of natives harvested energy from EOP-03, she exclaimed along with everyone else — this precious little sister of hers had been muddle-headed for the first half of her life.
"It's a big discovery this time." Sandora was stunned for a moment. She began to quickly search for more information in the database. The images projected on the terminal changed rapidly like the scenery outside the window. She was searching for a complete set of historical records of the local civilization, as well as records of Visca's activities in this world. Vika swayed a little restlessly. She was also expressing her surprise in her own way: Veska was famous among the high-ranking Xi Ling apostles for her messy old life. No one would have thought that the girl had such a history. The Ascida twins did not look surprised. They were stirring — oh, they were looking at each other in silence. I was willing to believe that the two sisters were expressing surprise in their own private channel, because if they were not surprised, they would have no sense of existence at all. So I had brought them out just to enjoy the scenery.
But maybe it was too long ago, or maybe the information was stored elsewhere and not connected to the network here (I had good reason to believe that the natives of this world knew how to classify their network information). The information Sandora found was very limited. We can only be sure that this "Hessian tribe" had a history of more than a million years. Just like many similar long-lived civilizations, they had experienced all kinds of crises, and their generations had been broken several times. With enough time, anything could happen. The birth of this race was not very good. It could be said that they were a very tragic civilization. When the first pioneers of the Hessian tribe tried to put animal fur on their bodies, their universe was collapsing from the edge. You could think of it as a child born on the Titanic.
"The collapse of the universe is also a kind of doomsday, and it is a slow one." Sandora looked at the data and could not help but sigh. "When the life of the universe is coming to an end, the strength of the world barrier will also decline. Because as the world evolves, the birth, annihilation, and transformation of all kinds of information will accumulate 'junk information'. This junk information is usually a paradox or a 'strange product' beyond the current world view. Unless the world management system of the Galactic Protoss or the mathematical calculator of the Empire regularly cleans it, the junk information will not be eliminated. It is like a constantly accumulating useless string of words in the memory that can not be deleted. When the memory overflows, the world barrier will begin to collapse under the pressure of the void. The collapse process will last for millions to tens of millions of years. This' Hessian tribe 'is really a calamitous species. They were actually born in the last period before the end of the universe. "
"Actually, there are quite a lot of such unlucky species," Sandora said after a while. "The universe is usually very big, and it takes a long time for it to collapse naturally. This time is enough for the birth of many new lives in the universe, and most of them are civilizations that did not have the time to develop Void navigation technology. Oh, it seems like the Hessian tribe is quite lucky. At least they escaped and were sent to another world that is almost finished, only slightly better than the original world … "
I think Sandora should not explain. The more I listen, the more bitter it gets …
Regarding 'the accumulation of misinformation will cause the world barrier to overload and eventually collapse', this is how I understand it: If a civilization has mastered the technology of time travel, but they do not have the world management technology of the Empire and are unable to empty the cache of their own universe, then when the countless children of this civilization travel back in time to kill their grannies, the universe will quickly collapse. Sandora was very satisfied with this analogy. She felt that it was very unique to me.
"The Hessian tribe in their homeworld finally developed to the point where they could perform hyperdrive and head to the edge of the universe." Sandora found a turning point in the historical records. "Look, the events here are starting to become clearer, and the records are more detailed. The pioneers began to head into deep space to search for other intelligent beings in the universe. They could not find any neighbors in their own galaxy, but they still believed that there must be a civilization similar to them in the depths of the universe. "
"But very soon, they found that the world was desolate, and the pioneers soon disappeared at the edge of the universe."
"The pioneer era lasted for less than ten years, and the deep space probes sent back a horrifying fact: the universe was rapidly collapsing, and the edge of the universe that the probes could see was a broken archipelago of space fragments. There were turbulent undercurrents in between these fragments, and it was filled with strange natural phenomena that scientists could not understand, and destructive storms that could not be measured, calculated, or resisted. Further out, there were indescribable things that technology and logic could no longer identify. The scientists of the Hessian tribe realized that their world was collapsing, and the speed of the collapse was slightly slower than the speed of light. In the era where observation technology had yet to break through the barrier of the speed of light, no one had discovered this shocking fact. "
"When the universe began to collapse, the Hessian tribe was born, and when this civilization was just about to leave their home, the storm was already approaching their courtyard walls." Sandora shook her head gently. "I originally thought that the indigenous civilization of this world was nothing to be concerned about, but I never expected them to have such a strange and rare history. The great general mentioned here appeared in the 'Broken Age'. "
A large number of pictures began to appear in the text on the projection. The familiar spaceship and emblem, as well as the small figure, finally took up most of the space in the information.
"When the Hessian tribe realized that they could not resist the storm, and that the entire universe was collapsing from all directions, and that it was impossible for any of their spaceships to pass through the broken borders, they fell into chaos that lasted for a hundred years. But this chaos is very interesting — "Sandora's' reading speed 'was extremely fast. While I was still busy looking for Visca's 1.2-meter figure among the soldiers, Sandora had already processed everything with her own thinking core. She simply took on the task of concise explanation." If a normal mortal race encountered such a hopeless and incomprehensible disaster, they would quickly fall into chaos and carry out a series of blind and crazy self-harm or useless' self-protection '. I have seen many such civilizations. But this Hessian tribe — they began to study the broken borders crazily, and all the affairs of the entire race were halted. Even the daily necessities of each citizen were directly reduced to the stage where they could barely survive. They gathered more resources than they had in theory, and in a short span of a hundred years, they created hundreds of millions of probes and pioneering ships, and attacked the broken borders like moths to a flame. "
"… Crazy …" Vega could not help but mutter. "It's meaningless to do so without a clear direction."
"But for a mortal race, this was the limit of what they could do." Sandora smiled. "In the early stages of civilization, the mortal race directly faced the void, and it was completely impossible for them to see the direction. So no matter what effort they made, it was praiseworthy. At least they didn't wait for death, right? As for this Hessian tribe, although they were a little crazy … Well, according to the records, their suicidal attack on the borders in a hundred years caused the entire tribe's population to plummet by thirty percent. Apart from the spaceship manufacturing technology, they basically abandoned all their cultural achievements. This was a catastrophic break in civilization … Well, their spirit is still praiseworthy. "
So in the end, the only thing that was praiseworthy was their spirit.
"The Supreme General appeared at the end of the 'Broken Era'," Sandora continued to read the information. "She and her powerful army broke through the void from the other side of the indescribable sea. At first, the Hessian tribe took it for granted that this fleet was the mastermind behind the devouring of their world. This was to be expected: The Army of Destruction just happened to jump in from the void, and the Hessian tribe's world was about to be devoured by the void. So, Visca was initially regarded by the Hessian as the Great Demon King of Destruction."
I was speechless. Actually, I felt that the identity of the 'Great Demon King of Destruction' was quite in line with what Visca had done in the past. Even now, I still felt that it was rather inconceivable that she could save them. She actually saved the Hessian tribe in the end? And she was worshipped by them like a deity for hundreds of thousands of years?! This must be a joke!
"The Hessian tribe launched a fearless charge against this black army," Sandora said with a strange expression. "There was only one sentence in the information about this charge: All the spaceships were hung on the Supreme General's flagship."
I was speechless. "… Hung?"
Why did she use such a strange word?
"Err, that's the original text." Sandora waved her hand. "It's not like you didn't know that Visca's mental state was abnormal back then. Her flagship was even more abnormal. Perhaps she really tied their spaceships to the deck with a rope. Anyway, keep reading."
"After that battle, which couldn't be considered a battle, the Supreme General completely disarmed the Hessian tribe. Then, she stayed in the Hessian tribe's homeworld for a month. During this time, the collapse of the universe magically stopped. The Supreme General didn't communicate with any of the leaders of the Hessian tribe. She seemed to be completely uninterested in the thoughts of the locals. However, every day, she would be busy moving her fleet around the entire universe. The people of the Hessian tribe quickly realized that the Supreme General wasn't here to destroy the already broken and isolated island world. She was trying to repair the broken borders of the space and once again expand the universe."
"However, the Supreme General's attempt failed and the universe would still be destroyed. Thus, she decided to leave and brought along all of the Hessian tribe. No one knew the thoughts of this powerful creature from a faraway land, but she seemed to have decided to save the last intelligent life of this world. The ancestors of the Hessian tribe sheltered the Hessian tribe and the tribe followed the Supreme General's fleet through the indescribable ocean. Finally, they arrived at a peaceful and peaceful new world. The Supreme General gave this unprecedentedly vast universe to the Hessian tribe under her protection. This amazing generosity was beyond the imagination of the tribal leaders. After a short pause, the Supreme General once again embarked on her glorious expedition. She left behind an entire universe of material wealth for the Hessian Tribe, and promised that she would one day return, bringing along the Hessian Tribe that had already developed and thrived once again … Ancient history ends here. What follows is modern history, which I reckon you won't be interested in. "
Sandora turned off her MDT and looked at me. "What are we going to do now?"
I wanted to find the leader of the Hessian tribe or the representative of the government. Since they had crossed paths with Visca a long time ago, it was a good time for the Empire to meet them openly. Moreover, we had suddenly intruded into their universe. Now that we had spread out our base and position, it was necessary to give them an explanation. However, the ruling center of the Hessian tribe didn't seem to be on this planet. This place just happened to have EOP-03 which attracted us here. It seemed to be just a very ordinary colonial planet. The only characteristic was that it was densely populated. It seemed that to find the leader of the tribe, we would have to investigate further.
I thought it would be better to go back and talk to Visca about this. First, I would ask the muddle-headed dwarf what happened back then. To be honest, I was shocked that Visca had a glorious deed of being a savior and saving an entire civilization. Since she was born and I knew her, did she ever do a good deed?
Also, I had to confirm this with Visca first so that I could avoid the huge embarrassment when the Hessian leader showed up. When the leader of the tribe came up to me enthusiastically and kowtowed, Visca would bite his candy stick and say, "Which one do you have? That's not very polite … "
"I think we should go back to the flagship first," I said as I looked at the Asida sisters and asked them to prepare for the return teleportation. This time, we didn't need to take the shuttle. It seemed more convenient to teleport back directly. "Sandora, what's your plan?"
"Oh," Sandora nodded. "I plan to have another meal …"
Everyone was speechless.
Because of Sandora's "plan," we stayed on this planet for another half an hour before we went back. Although there were almost no twists and turns on this trip, it was a completely uneventful "outing" and we didn't even talk to the locals. But I was still quite satisfied with the results. We accidentally learned a part of Visca's history and accidentally discovered an ancient race that was inextricably linked to the Shiring Apostles. I had good reason to believe that there were more things left behind by Visca in this world: equipment or technical information. She might have forgotten about it in a daze, but she had inadvertently preserved a valuable asset after hundreds of thousands of years of turmoil.
In addition, I think this fully proved one thing: although Visca wasn't born in a proper family, she was still a Shiring Apostles in her bones. Look at her ability to litter everywhere …
Vega was very disappointed that she didn't manage to slash anything along the way. I guess she was already looking forward to a heroic and epic battle before she set off. Like every battle-hungry Armored Scorpion, she wanted to return with the enemy's broken skulls and armor riddled with scars every time she went on a mission. I almost stopped halfway to find an asteroid belt for her to sharpen her knife to relieve her desire to slash people. Honestly, I really admired Vega's warrior style. Her wild charm was undeniable. It would be even better if her dream wasn't built on the premise that I needed to be assassinated. The simple-minded Scorpion never thought that as a bodyguard, the only premise for her to take action was for an assassin to jump out of nowhere and point at my head and say, "You dog emperor, watch me take your head" …
Forget it, I don't need to think about Vega's stubborn question. It wasn't the first or second day anyway. Anyway, the first thing I did when I landed on the Admiral of the Empire was to call everyone to the conference room. As Shallow Shallow was jumping up and down excitedly, Sandora connected the information she copied to the conference room's projector.
Visca stared blankly at his own figure on the projection. Looking at the records of his deeds and the soldiers of his past half of the screen, he scratched his head and said, "Brother, brother, that cloak looks familiar."
Me: "…"
Suddenly, Sandora and I realized one thing: Visca's confusion back then and her current memory errors were beyond redemption. Asking her for confirmation was a complete waste of time.
But I could still find someone else. I immediately contacted the capital world and called for the Vengeance Fleet's flagship — the crazy AI. As the Vengeance Fleet's repairs were not complete, she didn't come with us this time.
"Hello, my surname is Chen. Which one are you facing?" A lazy voice came from the communicator. It seemed that the crazy AI was very bored during the days when there was no war to fight.
I didn't want to waste time with her and directly sent the data over. "You are an AI, so your memory should be fine. Do you remember this image?"
Second Madman was silent for a while before she let out a sharp whistle. "Hey, isn't this the Admiral! Let me rewind the image. My memory bank is a good product … Oh, I remember now. It's quite a long time ago. I even appeared in this image. "
Second Madman was referring to the most classic image in the data: Visca was leading a group of soldiers in the middle of the image. Behind him was a large alloy barrier.
"Do you see the armor plates at the back? That was my navel back then! "
Madman Two said solemnly.
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