Chapter 1051: Chapter 640: Continue Forward_2 Chapter 1051: Chapter 640: Continue Forward_2 This generation of the Empire’s leadership once again placed the hope of civilization’s survival on their trust in Harrison Clark and Star.
Of course, this was a manifestation of extre legalism and a tightrope-walking risky behavior.
If one day Star betrayed them or was controlled by enemies, the system Human Civilization relied upon for survival would beco extrely fragile and might even collapse.
In so sense, this was a detrint to the Republic, but the leadership of the Empire at the ti decided to take this bold step in the face of extraordinary circumstances.
The leaders of this generation knew that perhaps they would be labeled as butchers, executioners, anti-human criminals, tools of artificial intelligence, and thoughtless human-shaped machines in the future.
But the leadership, represented by Dylan Mitchell, did not care.
They even looked forward to being scolded.
Because when future generations have the energy to reflect on whether various policies during the war era were right or wrong, it proves that humans have escaped the crisis of extinction.
People must be well-fed and warm before they can think about contingencies.
In Dylan Mitchell’s own words, “If a hundred thousand years later, soone digs up my grave and whips my dead bones, I will not be angry but will smile in the underworld if I have a soul. The more forceful the whipping, the better, for by then I will be dead, and only a strong enough pain can make feel it.”
Another person said, “We made a gamble-like choice. From an individual perspective, the Convention has no mandatory enforcent. But when enlarged to the collective of the entire Empire with billions of people, this Destiny Convention will link countless people’s thoughts together, making us both actively and passively unite to form a bond that cannot be broken in a short period.”
After a year, when the final person’s transformation surgery was completed and the Destiny Covenant Mark was successfully engraved, sothing incredible happened.
A unique, complex emotion slowly and involuntarily began to rise in everyone’s hearts.
This was the resonance of the soul, the perfect fusion of collective wisdom and individual wisdom.
In this mont, all of humanity beca “Heartless Ones.”
This emotion was so ardent that it seed to leap out of people’s hearts, pierce the sky, and burn the universe.
In this instant, billions of citizens of the Morrowind Empire ignited a strong sense of belonging to their humanity, deep love for themselves and their entire civilization, while also harboring deep-seated hatred for their visible and invisible enemies.
The compatriots and themselves who had been sacrificed under the enemy’s butcher’s knife in both real and illusory histories were no longer illusory stories but had beco shared mories for everyone.
81-year-old Bernal Connor, who had already taken up a core research project at Earth Science Academy and had recently attended a summit-level leadership eting, exclaid with deafening outbursts in the high-level briefing.
“Though the universe is vast, mankind can never find peace and a place to stand without slaying all enemies. Our ember of hope has already set off, leaving hope as their task. Our mission is to hold our position, both to prevent the enemy from entering the Milky Way Galaxy and to eliminate the enemy in the Milky Way Galaxy. We are the scientists left behind in the universe …”
Yes, Mr. Connor had grown up.
Though he was still not old and often called “Little Connor” by others, he was young and inexperienced. However, he had already proven his talent and demonstrated that his high achievents in every tiline were no accident.
Every high-ranking official knew that the young Bernal Connor was deeply trusted and respected by the sage Harrison Clark.
Bernal Connor was now a very special presence in the hearts of the Empire’s high-ranking officials, and people entrusted him with unique feelings.
His words had an infectivity that ordinary people could not match, making people unconsciously follow and echo them.
On the side of the Expeditionary Army, Dylan Mitchell couldn’t help but follow up, “We are the Expeditionary Army that has traveled 20,000 light-years …”
Bernal Connor’s voice ca out again.
One after another, people in the Empire opened their mouths.
“We are the engineers who build fortresses …”
“We are …”
Bernal Connor: “From today on, mankind has officially completed the arduous journey from Earth Humans to Galactic Humans, and then to Cosmic Humans. We are the sprouts of Cosmic Humans! Our mission is to stand at our posts and eliminate the enemy in the Milky Way Galaxy without a trace! The Milky Way will eventually belong to Cosmic Humans, and the universe will eventually belong to Cosmic Humans!”
Countless voices resounded throughout the Milky Way Galaxy.
After the words fell, an endless silence enveloped the entire civilization for a full five minutes.
In these five minutes, except for the ever-busy artificial intelligence machines, everyone temporarily put down their work, closed their eyes, and quietly felt the burning Destiny Covenant Mark in the depths of their soul, until tears filled their eyes and they suddenly awoke.
…
In the command room of the Naless Fleet’s core squadron, a young man with a cold expression but a pair of lively, handso eyes was looking at the back of the middle-aged man in front of him with a slightly worshipful gaze.
“Teacher, you are an amazing person. You not only solved the potential crisis within our fleet but also helped the entire civilization solve a huge crisis.”
The young man said.
The middle-aged man turned his head and shook it slightly, “We’re not there yet, and I’m just carrying on the work of my teacher, doing what I should do. By the way, Austin, I’ve read the technical report. Your Destiny Mark engraving was successful, too.”
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