Chapter 197

Tramp——

This is a word soshyan's father found in the vast family library.

Under his investigation, he made it clear that there was indeed a civilization called "Tramp" at the end of the expedition.

This is a nomadic space civilization, which is composed of humans and other alien races. It is also a rare civilization in which humans can live in peace with aliens. They take fleets as their homes and drag huge energy collectors to wander among different galaxies.

Facing the expansion of the human Empire, they choose to escape and stay away from the galaxies occupied by the human empire.

But at the end of the expedition, there was not much room for them to escape, and the emperor lost patience with this civilization coexisting with aliens.

So a strike fleet composed of the emperor's son and the iron hand army began to chase the vagrants and eventually destroy them completely.

This is the origin of the family recorded by soshyan's father in the first note. They are likely to be a human descendant of the tramp fleet. They broke away from the fleet and surrendered to the Empire on the eve of the destruction of civilization.

After reading these, soshyan felt that it was necessary to find sol to verify whether there was such a civilization in those years.

But in his heart, he already felt that his father's textual research was almost ten years old.

Rubbing his head, soshyan stood up, poured another glass of wine for himself, then sat back in his chair and took out a second note.

"Originally, I thought our family's history was over, and this was the end of everything, but one day, I saw the words ulano in a field note that was said to have been written by the 15th ancestor..."

"What!"

With a crash, soshyan almost bounced up from his chair and almost knocked over his glass.

He never thought that the term would appear in his father's notebook.

After calming down a little, he sat down and continued to look at the contents of his notes.

Most of the notes recorded his father's textual research on the ancestor.

According to the above records, the ancestor of the 15th century was once a member of the ulano expeditionary army and an officer, but it seems that his purpose of joining the Corps is not only to obtain glory and status.

He seemed to have planned to go to ulano from the beginning, and joining the army was just a free ride.

However, he did not disclose more details in his field notes, but from soshyan's father's speculation, the ancestor should go to ulano to find something.

At the same time, in the field notes, the 15th ancestor hinted at another thing.

The emperor seems to be looking for something on ulano.

Soshyan read this note very carefully and spent more time accordingly. He spent all his sleep time on it.

When he saw the last page, his father left a word.

"... according to my research on the notes of ancestors of the 15th generation, I boldly speculate that he must have left a more detailed record, but it was hidden. I wanted to find it, but I spent a lot of time but found nothing. I put the original manuscript of ancestors at the end, and maybe you can explore it."

Soshyan closed his notes and turned out the fifth note from the box - it was different from the first four, smaller, thinner and easier to ignore.

Its cover is light yellow, looks more rotten, and there are traces of re binding.

After thinking about it, he decided to read the third one and deal with this one at last.

Time goes by bit

914.m41, storm star domain, mining world, safinius

Mechanic apprentice Faya didn't remember sleeping, but it did happen.

This is understandable. After all, no one can stay awake for a long time by working hard in the eternal dusk and staying awake in the dark, not to mention the heavy work at hand.

He was dreaming, which he was sure of, because he returned to the silver gray cave in his nightmare.

He came here night after night, caught in an endless cycle of terror.

This experience has never changed, there is no chance to breathe, only a nightmarish dark premonition of fleeing from the claws of those creatures. Those multi jointed creatures have bright steel claws and keep knocking on the rocks.

Da, Da, Da——

The cave is still the strange silver, wet and glittering, and the ubiquitous threat lurks in front of us.

He knew that the walls on the surface of the cave just seemed strong. He knew what was hidden behind the fragile film of reality. He couldn't have known it.

The faintly visible figure danced around him like smoke.

As he hurried through the cave, he had a hunch that the wall would begin to peel off at any time, and then reveal the corruption below.

He heard some voices, but they meant nothing to him. He couldn't answer.

At every step, he felt guided, but he couldn't tell who or what was guiding him.

This feeling was almost unbearable, like the blade of the guillotine hanging from the back of his neck.

Faya wanted to wake up, but he knew that he had no control over the inevitable development of this terrible scene.

Sure enough, he heard a gentle scratch, like a mouse in the wall.

Da, Da, Da——

Faya suddenly ran up. He heard the scratching of his claws again and again.

Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da

Now it's louder, coming from around him.

This is a new nightmare, this is a more terrible nightmare.

Then, as if the fire ignited the coagulation paper in the wall, the wall began to decompose, turn black, and hover away like dying embers.

The walls fell off the familiar rusty grid supporting them, and the terrible void behind the wall was revealed again.

It was like the depths of a heavily polluted ocean, filled with the filth and sludge of the whole species.

What's inside is a parasitic product, a terrible by-product of some alien that hates humans.

Faya heard again that the evil spirits chasing him tore their way with sharp claws. He ran immediately.

This time, they were not just behind him, they were in all directions.

The wall in front of him bulged as if something had pressed its unnatural body on the barbed wire. Faya saw many glittering claws and dark green eyes, and the pupil on each eye was like an agate dagger.

The crack grew bigger and bigger, and a group of wild animals with shiny steel claws rushed into the hole.

Their blades glittered with murderous light, their bodies were like some kind of arthropod, their oval long and narrow heads kept howling, and their limbs seemed to be intercepted from some kind of giant beast.

The skulls of these beasts look like metal, the skin emits wet light, and the long tongue with mouthparts expands and contracts in the mouth full of fangs.

Faya kept running, and the beast followed him closely, followed him and teased him.

They can catch him and kill him at any time, but hunting is so interesting.

He could feel their heat beating, sour and empty.

For so long, Faya knew there was only one way to escape.

He continued to run, hoping that every panting step would reach the giant stone gate with strange symbols.

Only that gate can provide shelter.

Just when those claws almost reached him, a sound of wings fluttering sounded from the gate.

Faya woke up and the cries of monsters echoed in his ears.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Suddenly, he shook violently, because he saw a wet skin and a twisted biological skin hanging on his bedroom window, which was torn from his body alive, emitting heat and dripping blood.

He almost screamed, but then calmed down, quickly rolled up the leather, hid it, and erased all traces.

But he knew that it would not be long before those monster groups would try to vent their anger.

Things seem to be getting worse