Vast, magnificent, as if another world, yet appearing lifeless due to the pervasive cold tallic glow and stiff chanical lines, the "War Ark" class transport ship’s Gnaku, the best bay for storing war machines, is definitely not a place for a peaceful life. In such a cool-toned space filled with nacing ard ships, the refugees seed bewildered, unable to do anything but huddle with familiar people, relying on forming a tight-knit group to gain as much sense of security as possible.
Almost every temporary refugee ship was similar. The military transport mother ships, originally used to transport war machines, were commandeered as rescue vessels, naturally unable to prepare enough cabins for occupants. Therefore, all refugees rescued from the Ruins Planet were concentrated in the expansive Gnaku, sharing space with the massive and terrifying Imperial Military Equipnt. To prevent danger, a secondary zone control rule was activated inside the transport mother ship, with a semi-transparent faint blue Ghost Energy Barrier surrounding the Gnaku’s cargo stack area. These glowing shields split the Gnaku’s space into many corridor-like strips, and the panic-stricken disaster survivors were divided into nurous zones. Even though they could see each other through the faint blue shields, they didn’t dare rashly cross the isolation zones flashing warning signs or the guard soldiers’ checkpoints to reunite with their families. This beca another factor worsening the atmosphere.
The vast majority of people still didn’t know what happened. When the disaster struck, they thought so nearby mining station had triggered an ancient Energy Furnace, causing an explosion. But as the ground shattered and nearly overturned, people realized an unprecedented disaster was befalling them. Those on the highlands were the first to witness the terrifying scene of the earth being torn open by gigantic, fiery rifts. Shortly after, a vast green light appeared in the sky, rapidly healing the wounds of those injured in the earthquake and explosion, and even unknowingly resurrecting many who had already died in accidents. While people hadn’t recovered from this second anomaly, countless massive shadows appeared in the sky.
Dragging long blue streaks of light, spaceship formations descended from the sky, swiftly searching through the fla and smoke-covered earth for every survivor. Most refugees, bewildered and at a loss, were herded onto the ships by a group of fully ard Heavy Armor Soldiers. Many didn’t even realize until the ships ascended to the edge of the atmosphere and they looked out the portholes. This glimpse from the edge of the atmosphere induced countless panic.
Nothing is more nightmarish than watching your planet gradually split beneath your feet. The ho world, dark brown, was wrapped in a flaming giant net, and gradually cut into countless fragnts. This scene will likely leave an unforgettable nightmare for this generation.
Now, these disaster survivors rescued from the surface gather carefully by zone, whispering, sobbing, or cursing. Many pairs of eyes would briefly glance over the heavily armored soldiers standing guard not far away. Ultimately, the owners of these eyes couldn’t muster the courage to speak with these soldiers. It wasn’t because the soldiers had done anything terrifying; quite the contrary, everyone here knows they were saved from the disaster-stricken land by these soldiers. The problem is that these guys just don’t seem easy to approach. Ard with guns and artillery, clad in heavy armor, with sharp gazes, even their breathing is undetectable. Such a group, just short of having a "No Trespassing" sign pasted on their faces, is really not easy to get close to.
In fact, it appears that the grassroots Xyrin Soldiers’ relatability is genuinely a hard-to-improve attribute. This group of broad-shouldered, stern-faced soldiers are already well-defended just with that face...
Of course, elite soldiers from certain special forces are exceptions, suitable as the triad...
The only ones who stand out, not sitting dispiritedly or in terror like the ordinary refugees, but standing up, moving around, maintaining order, and continually encouraging everyone, are so figures dressed in black robes. These are the monks of the Church. Although the term "Church" isn’t quite accurate in this world, and the so-called monks aren’t completely devoted to religion and theology, monks are undisputed role models in this society. They are the sole inheritors who still rember the mission and creed of their ancestors from hundreds of thousands of years ago: uphold "Racial Interests First" and "Never Collapse." They are a group that can still stand and lead the civilians when the world is overturned. Before today, the Church’s monks played comprehensive roles on the global stage: scholars, technicians, archaeologists, researchers, and ancient history scribes, the only ones with sporadic mastery of ancient records, and the only ones in this disaster who could slightly guess what happened. Now, these monks are calming the anxious civilians while awaiting further instructions from the bishops. Of course, if the Archbishop could issue a direct command, that would be even better—it would an the situation is entirely clarified, and a decision on whether the world survives or perishes has been reached. The origin of this army that suddenly appeared and silently rescued the entire planet’s refugees is known. These monks believe that the Archbishop, most knowledgeable about ancient lore, is the only one who can tell them the answer.
Speaking of these suddenly appearing soldiers is also what confuses all the refugees. During this inexplicable disaster, they appeared suddenly, wordlessly took everyone onto the orbital ship, and, except for instructing the civilians via broadcast on how to reach the safe zones, said nothing else. They didn’t explain their identity, nor state their intentions, nor did anyone inform the people about what happened in this world. They operated like highly efficient machines, with no unnecessary actions apart from work, giving a distinctly "inhuman" feeling.
It seems they have encountered the Empire’s most rigid group. If they could board the New Eden Federation’s ships, perhaps they wouldn’t think like this—the Federation Pilots, trained by veterans from the Sicaro Corps, are quite lively...
At this mont, a low buzzing sound suddenly sounded over all the disaster refugee gathering areas. All people, including the monks in the crowd, imdiately looked towards the sound and found several large holographic projections appearing above the Gnaku. Displayed on them was an elderly man in a black robe with a face faintly visible under his hood.
The monks were very familiar with this face. They imdiately stood out from the crowd and saluted the old man in the open space: he was Archbishop Yod.
Many of the other refugees also recognized the face of their leader. Soon, a low hum sounded from the crowd. More and more people stood up, looking at the holographic projection, and many showed relieved expressions: In this unfamiliar environnt, seeing their leader appear before them this way was very reassuring, at least indicating that their leader was aware of the environnt they were in, affirming their safety here.
Just from the reactions of these people, you can tell that Yod is indeed a good leader. This is natural; in such a harsh world, there is virtually no so-called profit to be gained as a racial leader. Yod and the monk group he leads can ensure the people don’t starve as resources dwindle, which is already a remarkable achievent.
"First of all, I thank everyone who extended a helping hand to us during the disaster. If it weren’t for you, today would be the day our entire race would be annihilated." Yod appeared on the huge holographic projections with a face as solemn as water, causing a greater discussion with his first words. People imdiately recognized that he was referring to the mysterious spaceships and armies. However, this discussion quickly quieted down because Yod’s next sentence ntioned the disaster everyone was currently facing, "Citizens, we have suffered an unprecedented great disaster, which I’m sure everyone already knows."
"Our holand, this planet left behind by the ancient gods, is now gradually splitting. In ten hours, it is expected to completely disintegrate and beco sothing like the ruins ring: a patch of space debris. The foundation of this world ends here."
Yod opened by unhesitatingly stating the cruelest facts, allowing everyone to understand in the shortest ti what their current situation truly ant. Instantly, this triggered great chaos among the refugees, as the deep murmur of discussions nearly evolved into violent waves of noise. The monks exchanged bewildered glances amid the crowd, montarily feeling sowhat at a loss.
"Stay calm!"
Yod suddenly raised the volu to suppress the turmoil, then seed to ponder for a mont, his face starting to radiate a different brightness: "I have not finished speaking—yes, our holand has ended, but this is not doomsday for everything! Quite the contrary, this is a brand new beginning!"
"People, the mont we’ve awaited for hundreds of thousands of years has arrived. After such a lengthy wait, the ancient gods have returned to this world!"
"They are right beside you!"
"We will not perish. Quite the contrary, a new era is about to arrive..."
Yod passionately and eloquently declared the impending new era to the Ruins Tribe, which was in a low state. It’s hard to imagine that a 60-year-old old master could have such a stirring side. We quietly stood nearby to observe, and after a while, Qianqian suddenly nudged my arm: "Ah Jun, why do I feel like he is so much like Lilina?"
"Every god has different doctrines, but every scamr is the sa scamr," Bingdisi, in the deanor of a brick expert (undoubtedly a brick expert, in every aspect), comnted with arms crossed, "but this mortal, I admire her. After doomsday, a leader who guides the survival of the people is no coward, even if a scamr is also an advanced scamr..."
Sohow, it feels like this big sister’s mouth is ant for challenging moral views. Would it kill her to speak more civilized?
Beside us, a green light curtain suddenly appeared, and the heartening life power emitted from the curtain instantly invigorated us: Lilina and Dingdang have returned.
The first to appear is the 1.09-ter fake Lolita priestess. As soon as she erged, she dashed straight toward , apparently intending to act cute. I thought for a mont; if I evade now, Lilina will surely crash into the wall, and afterward, this little girl will definitely cause an uproar. After deliberation, I dodged.
With a smack, the little girl stuck to the alloy wall, remaining motionless out of spite. Qianqian pulled out a watercolor pen from her pocket and drew a large outline along Lilina’s body, just as she had countless tis before. We really have no idea what Qianqian is thinking at this mont...
The second figure erging from the light screen was sowhat unexpected: a tall, innocent and cute green-haired girl. She wore a grass-green dress, was barefoot, and had no other adornnts on her body, clean as if she were a flower elf fallen into the dust. As soon as she landed on the ground, a fragrant breeze full of Life Energy followed her, causing even the alloy walls and floor to sprout lively flowers and grass. It seed that with her presence, the whole world would instantly transform from cold to warm. As I helped rcury Lamp pick the little white flowers sprouting on her head, I dodged Girl No. 2’s flying pounce: "Dingdang, have you returned without releasing your Divine Form?"
"Dingdang forgot how to undo it!"
The green-haired girl joyfully exclaid, though I really didn’t understand what there was to be happy about. She ran barefoot around us, completely unafraid of getting dirty—because she indeed did not have to worry about that. With every step she took, a small patch of grass would preemptively grow to welco her, as if solely to prevent the girl from being polluted by the environnt. Furthermore, these grass patches grew rapidly with Dingdang’s activities. After the girl circled around us a few tis, Pandora and Visca could no longer be seen...
"Ah! The grass seems to have grown too lush!" Dingdang realized belatedly, and from the nearest bush jumped out a Pandora and a Visca. If they were to shout "Demacia," today’s Chapter would truly be legendary...
"It’s indeed interesting growing taller. Before, I had to flap dozens of tis, now I get there in one step," Dingdang, still stuck in her Divine Form, paid no heed to our eyes rolling skyward. She bounced around joyfully by herself, turning the entire control room into a scene of grasslands and bird songs like the Amazon Riverbank. "Ah Jun’s pocket seems to be unable to hold anymore..."
I: "..."
At this mont, Yod’s voice suddenly rang out beside us: "What’s going on?"
As I turned my head, I said, "Ah, the speech is over..."
But halfway through my words, I couldn’t continue, because Yod now appeared completely infused with the scent of nature. He was an ordinary person through and through, and under Dingdang’s power, he blossod with flowers within a minute. I estimated in this situation, it’s impossible for the speech to continue: it’s hard for ordinary people to accept their leader speaking while sprouting scallions from their mouths.
"I’ve said what needed to be said, their emotions should stabilize quickly," Yod said, "It’s still hard to believe, but you’ve once again made witness a miracle—what are these things? They seem to grow by themselves, as if they have life."
In the Ruins World, vegetation had long disappeared, with the only "plants" being a few species of highly resilient purple algae that grew solely in places like tanks, which could barely sustain them. Thus, Yod was utterly confused upon seeing the vivid green flowers and grass that sprouted due to Dingdang’s power.
He regarded this as one of the "miracles."
"These are plants, before Doomsday, they were everywhere," Big Sister replied.
"Oh." Yod nodded, sowhat understanding, before his expression turned serious, "Now, we should fulfill our mission..."
I remained silent for a few seconds, then pushed Visca forward.
The little girl was still a bit muddled. She probably knew the mission that had been waited on for hundreds of thousands of years was related to her, but couldn’t recall the specifics. However, at this mont, she knew what she had to do, so she nodded: "So it should be for . I fought in this world hundreds of thousands of years ago."
By now, we’re almost 100% certain that the one who left the inheritance for the surviving natives of this world was Visca. But this seems illogical. It’s hard for to imagine the little demon who used to kill anyone she saw would leave a group of ordinary races alive, and even give them a mission. But this little girl has never been systematic in her actions, so it’s understandable for her to display a spontaneous storyline.
Yod nodded, but still looked confusedly at Visca, obviously troubled that such a petite Shorty suddenly beca the "God" his ancestors once served, leaving the old master deeply conflicted. However, the matter was already out of his control, as soone higher in authority held the "Holy Vault" key besides him.
"General! General! The ship has kept that thing safe for you! Completely intact! This old man? Well, the ship doesn’t really know why he has a key, but the ship has higher-level open codes!"
Indeed, the higher authority is the shipboard AI before us, babbling nonsensically. Back in the day, Visca handed a set of keys to the local natives to unlock the inheritance, while another set of direct codes was stored in her flagship’s onboard mainfra.
"The so-called Holy Vault... should be the core of that planet?"
Looking down at the Ruins Planet slowly splitting, now faintly revealing a crimson core, Sandora whispered.
By now, Yod was no longer hiding anything and nodded crisply: "Indeed, the place where ancient relics are stored is the Great Star Core, and the location of the Great City is actually the entrance to the Holy Vault’s tunnel... The Great City is built on a massive gate, according to ancient records, when the Holy Vault needs to be opened, the Great City would calmly sink and move to another part of the land, revealing a direct tunnel to the Earth Core, and the inheritance would co out of this tunnel..."
"Which ans if everything was normal, opening the Holy Vault wouldn’t lead to the planet’s destruction," Sandora’s eyes narrowed, "And now... it seems it has been forcefully breached..."
After the rescue for the planet’s civilians concluded, we finally cald down to ponder this disaster. Sandora imdiately uncovered its oddities.
"Did soone tamper with the Holy Vault?"
Big Sister just opened her mouth to ask a question, when suddenly an alarm with the highest ergency authority resounded across all channels:
"Enemy attack! Fallen Apostle Fleet! Enemy attack!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation votes, monthly votes, your support is my biggest motivation.)
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