Chapter 1045

For those forgetful cowards, all the stories and legends of heroes are just lies. They will call many past sacrifices "stupid" or "Crazy" and laugh at the great courage behind them. I understand that children born in light and living in good condition can't understand the cruel darkness that is coming, They will only treat them as a cruel joke - they will forget the warning full of martyrs' blood, and focus on enjoying the flowers and happiness in front of them, so that they can't see the fog that has come.

But truth is always truth. History will not be lost and sacrifice will not be forgotten. I firmly believe that this record will be preserved as a turning point. We will recollect the sufferings of sinking in the dark, go through all kinds of hardships, and be reborn. We will regain glory and glory, and rise from nothing again. I firmly believe that fate must be decided by us, and the future will be controlled by us. As long as we endure this long and doubtful forgetting and loss, we will be able to find the road mark of hope and truth again

The nameless recorders were recorded in the book of hope in the early period of the great division, after the lonely expedition, and finally.

[- the age of rebirth, the tenth Millennium]

In the distant tenth millennium, deep in the dark silence and void, the forgotten ancient land ushered in the first group of visitors of the era of rebirth.

In the great war of division and unity, countless civilizations and races were destroyed, several stars were annihilated, and even the cloud of steel power disappeared. All this is too bitter, too painful. The pain brought by the war is better than their mutual hatred. Therefore, in the shivering pain, in the trembling pain, the new union is reborn on the corpse of the former Union. Although its territory is far less than one percent of the former heyday, this time, they know what despair is.

Therefore, we can understand what hope is.

But even so, it is not a matter of time and a half to recover those lost homeland. Even on the destroyed civilization bodies, a new original civilization was born. The long war and isolation made them forget what is the union of order and the glory of the union.

This time, it was a new civilization. In the course of bold exploration, when the former Federation still existed, no civilization or fleet dared to come to the absolute forbidden area.

It is said that it is the pioneer ruins sealed in the fog, and it is the life Jedi with endless traps. There, full of chaotic toxins, deadly murders, and countless wrecks of the broken world, there is no doubt that it is the forbidden area that all civilizations in the multiverse fear. It is enveloped by the blazing flames, and even guarded by the terrible void dragon.

In a sense, these descriptions are all correct, and even some people are lucky to see the legendary guardian, a very old and huge black dragon, just like the world. He wanders aimlessly among the broken remains and ashes of countless worlds, hovering on the edge of the "wall of the world", preventing any approach and exploration.

It seems that he is guarding something, but no one ever knows what he is guarding. After all, this is an ancient ruins, a place where historical remains are piled up. In the era of chaos and great division, countless corpses of the world and fleet were piled up here, making it full of fog. Some people even say that the dragon has forgotten its mission, so it just lingers forever and does not leave here for half a step.

But these frightening legends do not mean much to the new civilization who does not know all this at all - at most, they know that it is dangerous, there is a huge dragon in the void, there are unknown ancient ruins and debris, and they are full of the knowledge they long for.

So they summoned up their courage to move forward and approached the black dragon, who was closing their eyes and meditating in the void, just like the world.

"Guardian - do you remember what you were guarding?"

This new civilization is in the period of exploring the stars, so I came here curiously. These look a bit like human beings, but they have a pair of different animal ear races. They are very bold and full of action. Their greedy and irrepressible curiosity even makes them dare to ask the highest: "have you forgotten?"

Forget, don't you?

Hearing this language which is similar to the old common language of mikelov, I can feel some familiar blood in the other person's body. The meditating dragon opens his eyes, turns his golden eyes like the sun, and stares at the little people. His heart is full of emotion.

——The memory is dead, leaving only the legend. History is forgotten, only the wind of suffering howls among the ruins.

Looking at the stars in the sky, every place is the grave of civilization, from which comes the voice of unwillingness. They yearn for revenge, fight again, and regain their glory - but they have passed away, and ashes are all their remains.Today, the new generation of civilization is growing up again. They are surrounded by the embers of the pioneers. They grow up in the warm afterglow of the previous generation of civilization. Their bodies are made up of the Stardust left by countless enemies and races fighting against each other, and even the remnants of the steel that gave birth to their world and sun. They are all the battles of many powerful people in the past, The ashes of sacrifice.

Look! This lucky and brave, reckless and curious civilization, they are exploring the lost history, exploring what happened in this vast and endless multiverse in the several millennia before the birth of their own civilization. They are re embarking on the road of glory, seeking the guidance of pioneers and powerful people!

And the strong are willing to guide them.

Looking at these little people, the watching dragon seems to see his past shadow. He raises his head, looks up at the dark void, and then utters a long dragon chant - the dragon's own light can shine through all things and make the stars shine. He has been watching for thousands of years, and now, ten thousand years have passed, Finally, something similar and moving appeared in front of him. However, the identity of the guide and the guided was reversed. The little dragon who was taught in the past has now become the supreme guardian.

"You say I forgot my mission? No

Of course not.

The Dragon lowered his head and looked at those who were shivering in the warship, but still stubborn, and wanted to know the answer. He said gently, "I remember."

Always remember.

"But before I tell you my mission, let me tell you that my watchman, my master, the God who once guarded the multiverse in the long past... No."

"The story of a man, a soldier."

The stars are still shining and the flames are still burning.

In this multiverse of loss and recovery, forgetting and remembering, civilization is still thriving.

The darkness is still there, but it is much brighter than before. Some people take it for granted, while others remember who it all comes from.

New stories and legends are being born, but the old epics and myths have not been forgotten. In this generation where anger is still burning, and in this century where fighting has not stopped, some people are advancing, some are stopping, some are firmly moving towards the distant origin and end, some are watching the silent ruins, waiting for the hope in their hearts to reappear

"- darkness will return, but can we see the light again?"

After hearing all the stories told by the dragon, some people shudder and ask the ancients. They are frightened by the darkness behind the history, and chaos lingers in their minds, which makes them tremble and doubt, or even don't believe at all - but even so, some people still ask, because whether it's a legend or a myth, whether it's a story or a lesson, It is always remembered and passed on.

"I'm afraid we can't do it, children. I'm afraid we won't do it in the next ten or dozens of millennia, but we can still remember that light, that little flame, and this is the ember of hope. We can expect something to be reborn in it."

The old black dragon flapped its wings. It blew up the wind of time and space, and made the brave and small people go far to the dangerous forbidden area. But even so, the watcher still left his last words.

"This is my story. I was in your hometown at that time. When the world was illuminated by the divine light and the void was ignited by the flame, I saw the chaos and darkness in the distance torn up by the anger and roar of the gods. On that day, a real hero and God, a real soldier, died, and hell was buried with them."

"At that time, there was no crying or crying. We worked together and vowed to fight against the darkness. In the era of nothing, we only had courage."

——I remember. I guard this memory, this legend, epic, I remember this story.

"So don't forget."

——Don't forget the courage, don't forget the determination, don't forget that you should always be as brave as you are now, explore and fight towards the endless distance.

——And that's not true.

It was the first ten thousand years that Joshua van Radcliffe left