sacrifice.

The foundation of civilization is based on sacrifice.

The hunter's blood was splashed in the wilderness full of wild animals, and the warrior's corpses were scattered on the ancient battlefield. When they had to fight against powerful aliens, it was the voluntary sacrifice of the brave, allowing more people to survive the attack.

From the oldest tree bark book, we can know that chaos had existed tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, our species had no magic, no fighting spirit, no ether, no spiritual energy, and of course, no holy light. At that time, we had nothing and had to sacrifice if we wanted to seize the right to live.

Tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors fought and poured blood and internal organs on the fertile soil of civilization - we kept sacrificing and moving forward, heroes held flags and led countless people to step forward on the corpses of pioneers, our blood allowed the new generation to be born and blood to continue. Even though our civilization found one powerful force after another in the continuous battle, the magic energy and the spiritual light of fighting spirit shone like a lighthouse, illuminating the way forward for our civilizations, the cornerstone of the lighthouse was still the bones of countless ancestors who died.

Zesel was flipping through ancient classics. This creature with two rows of eyes and four arms was surrounded by squirming forward like a snake. It was silently reading the ancient history recorded in the books in its hands, completely not caring about how noisy the surrounding environment was.

"Microv civilization has completely recovered - it's not a small fight, their warships flew through the void and came to the edge of the galaxy!"

"The last time we were chasing the ancient dragon in the abyss, we should have noticed that we can send out multiple 'legends' at the same time - what do they call it? - The power of legendary super living bodies, except for those demon overlords in the abyss, is the only one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the demon overlord in the abyss."

"Chaos are recovering, and we have detected the fluctuations of the evil gods... Although this fluctuation was quickly destroyed by Mrs. Mycroo, they will inevitably come back, just as they have awakened."

"Is it the return of Chaos that led to the revival of Mrs. Mycroro, or the revival of Mrs. Mycroro, that made Chaos decide to return?"

"Don't forget, my compatriots, it is precisely because of the arrogance of the 'their' back then that we have to hide here and survive!"

This is a meeting that determines the future fate of Chartre civilization.

At the huge oval conference table, the elites, leaders and scholars of the Chartres were fiercely debated, trying to convince each other.

The Chartres, this name, or many civilizations in the metaverse, remember not many civilizations, but if they say "Star God", then there will definitely be many races who will suddenly realize their enlightenment and then become alert.

Star God - a behemoth that once ruled dozens of star fields in the central galaxy. This civilization has been fighting against chaos since its birth. Their mother world is located around the nest of an evil god clan. In the year when the Chartres stepped into the void and called themselves gods, they completely destroyed the Chaos hotbed and placed its last wreck as their spoils, in the center of the central hall.

The Chartels are lucky, and the Chartels are unfortunate. Fortunately, there are no more powerful terrifying beasts around their mother world except for a chaotic family nest. Unfortunately, this ambitious civilization with desires in the distance was born in this galaxy with the Mycrov civilization and the shelter civilization.

If you have never experienced the young civilization of that era, you will never imagine the despair and fear of that era.

The stars and stars they have observed, the stories and legends they have imagined, and the ancient zodiac stories are just small stars in the territory of super civilization. When their civilization was still fighting wild beasts, the super civilization's void warships had already passed over their world, and even watched the sacrifices and struggles of their ancestors.

They are able to step out of the void simply because the void civilization in the central star field does not have the habit of destroying seedlings, and the chaotic invasion they regard as a great enemy is just a low-level threat that cannot be infected by even a world.

The arrogant Chartres learned to develop low-key after several encounters. They did not show xenophobia, but gradually turned neutral, because they knew that civilizations that exclude other civilizations would only be crushed by more powerful civilizations like crushing ants. Several extreme civilizations used their destruction to teach the Chartres a lesson. The most conspicuous one was an artificial intelligence civilization - those metal heads that killed everything and were enough to destroy the entire Chartres clan and the entire Mercrov civilization, who was obsessed with their own great wonders, did not hesitate to hit the entire fleet. As a result, the entire fleet was rubbed into ashes by a powerful god.

Gradually, they began to expand and began to try to catch up with the most advanced civilizations. For this reason, they did not mind that other civilizations would learn from their own shelter civilizations to be successful. This huge federal drafter invited the Chartres to join their shelter manuscripts, while the Mycrov civilization was immersed in its own world. They ruled the vast territory, but would rather create one half planes and wonders after another than dominate those enclaves that were too far away.

"One day, distance will no longer be distance, and we will master the boundless deep space."

This was what Mrs. Mycroft liked to say at that time. These second-hand two-legged erect creatures without fur were so arrogant that they didn't bother to look down at other civilizations. Even if the territory of the Chartres expanded to tens of star fields, they were just a better-developed child in their eyes.

And in fact.

Their arrogance is not arrogance, but a fact.

When the Chartres realized this, it was too late.

Darkness is coming.

The brilliant Milky Way is shrouded in shadow.

Countless evil gods and demons descended to the entire galaxy, and an incredible number of chaotic monsters swept across the world. Because of this, the fate of the Chartres civilization was completely changed.

The fleet collapsed and the fortress collapsed. Under the attack of multiple evil gods, the seemingly thriving star god civilization collapsed one after another, losing every battle. First, the farthest enclave, and then the colonies around the central star domain. In the sweeping tide of chaos, the flames of civilization were extinguished one by one, and the entire galaxy turned into a dark dark domain.

The Chartres are lucky and unfortunate.

Fortunately, perhaps it was because of luck, or because of the destiny, no evil god came to attack them. But just the attack of the family clan, at least the defense of the parent galaxy was maintained.

Unfortunately, except for the parent galaxy, hundreds of billions of Chartre colonists died completely, their souls dissipated, and their bodies decayed, becoming food or energy sources for the Chaos clans.

So, they blocked.

The Chartres blocked their home planet and blocked their civilization into a world. They trembled like ostrichs, with the mentality of "I can't see you and you can't see me" and wanted to survive this cold winter in despair.

In fact, they succeeded.

Thousands of years later, the name of the Chartres remains, not like other civilizations, turned into ashes and scorched earth.

Zesel closed the ancient books in his hand, then looked up at the conference table that was still arguing.

"Stop quarrel."

It said in a deep voice, and as the powerful Chartrean opened his mouth, the entire conference table suddenly became silent: "If they did not come to us before, it was because they were disdainful. Then now, they did not come to us, it was just because there was no time now."

"We actually have no choice at all - since the Mycrov civilization has reappeared, it's only a matter of time before they find us... Whether it's equal communication or blackmail resources, do you think we have a choice?"

Zesel chuckled in a low voice: "The weak have never made any choice, so it is better to choose the opportunity yourself."

Some of the other Chartres nodded and some shook their heads, but no one made any objection.

This is a little bit of privilege that Zesel can have as the strongest person in civilization.

"Isn't this really an active exposure of myself..."

There was still a voice, and the voice echoed in the conference room, with a little unwillingness: "Chaos reappear, why don't we continue to hide? We no longer have the strength to have another decisive battle with those monsters..."

What greeted this speech was Zesel's cold stare.

The Chartrene waved and created a huge light curtain in the center of the conference table. The light curtain flashed, and then showed the appearance of the current Chartrene mother world.

You can see that this is a small continental world, with sea water accounting for 60% of the world and only 40% of the continent.

The Chartres conference room is located at the top of a two-kilometer-high skyscraper.

Similar skyscrapers are dense, as dense as fungal myceliums, like honeycombs, occupying 30% of the continent's area, and 70% of the other ones are also occupied by a large number of super giant buildings.

Industrial and population pollution has turned the coastal sea water into gray-black, and the clouds in the sky are gray-brown, which is highly corrosive. Tens of billions of Chartres have accumulated in this small world. They carry protective mask-like mouthpieces and squirm among sky bridges and pipes. There is no hope in their eyes, only the deepest numbness.

sacrifice.

For the continuation of civilization, the Chartres have sacrificed too much.

When the last golden fleet of the Chartres broke off for the retreating migrant ship, everyone thought that it was the final sacrifice—just like the brave men who stood up to protect their home tribes in ancient times, and for the sake of the lives of more people, they chose to die.

But it was not until the migrant ship arrived at the mother world and billions of people lived on this small continent at the same time that they understood the true meaning of sacrifice.

——When survival itself has become a torture, and loving death is just a choice. Since nothing can be worse than now, why not try to take the initiative to go out and choose a more likely future?

"If we take the initiative to go out, we can barely find a glimmer of life for the Chartres." Zesel looked up and stared at the starry sky that had become extremely dim compared to thousands of years ago. He said helplessly: "Then we will have no future to say in this world that is close to destruction."

It is not only the Chartres who make similar choices.

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