Stars for the good Warhammer

I always feel like this is a sad topic.

As Clara's words fell, Gerald couldn't help but move his gaze to the window as if he was dodging, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking full of helplessness.

The Old Ones and the Legendary Golden Age.

The history of nearly hundreds of thousands of years ago seemed to the other party as if it was just old news that happened yesterday. Although as an orphan adopted by the Thirteenth Regiment, Gerald had been following Lawrence during his nearly twenty years of service. The leader and his [dormitory number] have been fighting in the east and west of the galaxy all year round, and they have fully experienced the "beautiful" scene of this colorful galaxy full of prosperity.

But a Tin Woodman claims to be from another universe and has survived for hundreds of thousands of years? This was obviously a bit beyond imagination, and it also aroused Gerald's strong curiosity.

"Since you said that you have witnessed the golden age of mankind with your own eyes. What kind of life did people live at that time? Is it any different from now?"

While speaking, Gerald crossed his arms and turned around, leaning his back against the wall, looking at the strange existence with a calm expression.

"The difference? That's huge."

He seemed to be interested in this topic, and the other party's tone sounded very serious.

"That group of humans developed very rapidly. After only ten thousand years, they had established a powerful civilization that was very similar to the former alliance. It was a utopia based on powerful technology. The entire society almost completely relied on robots. That’s what you call the Iron Man.”

"For some reason, the league at the time tried to engage with them."

However, Clara’s words only made Gerald feel a little confused.

"Wait a minute? If machines completely replace humans and occupy their original positions, what should humans do?"

In response to this question, Clara just raised a finger and pointed upward in the direction of the ceiling.

"The answer is right above your head."

Hearing this, Gerald raised his head, but all he saw was the dark ceiling.

"Obviously there are so many mysteries outside the sky waiting for you to explore. When your hands no longer need to run for a living, why do you have to limit your sights to this narrow square inch of heaven and earth in front of you? Inside, unless"

However, shortly after the words fell, Clara's tone hesitated for a moment, and then she only heard the other party smile helplessly.

"Unless you are trapped in the Creator's box like the Alliance."

"box?"

Staring at the other party's confused eyes, Clara took a step back and left her workbench. Her eyes swept across the surrounding walls and ceiling, and then she slowly spread her hands.

"Yes, during the period when the [player] as the supreme will disappeared, we conducted a detailed exploration of the world we were in. It was not until later that we discovered that our world was just a In a closed cage.”

“The Creator imprisoned our civilization within the Milky Way, and those enemies known as the [Solemnity Agreement] were the gatekeepers they set up. It was not until then that we truly understood the thoughts of the Supreme Will. Why did He have to order us to build that etheric phase engine? Perhaps His real purpose is to liberate us from the prison."

"It's a pity that at that time, we were not able to understand the good intentions of the Supreme Will as soon as possible."

Having said this, Clara was silent for a moment, and after putting her hands down, she set her eyes on Gerald again.

"But having said that, what I said is only the most ideal situation. In fact, most of the people at the beginning did not do this. Instead, they spent a lot of time and energy on endless arguments and power. On top of the fight.”

"Unlike your current empire, the current human civilization in the galaxy tens of thousands of years ago promoted what can be called the ultimate liberalism. It is almost difficult to find some kind of unified thought among people, although it is almost unrestrained. "The thinking of the people has promoted the development of technology to a certain extent, but your ancestors obviously went too far."

"I have personally seen someone use genetic technology to turn themselves into a girl, and then give birth to a new self through natural reproduction with another cloned self. The purpose of doing this seems to be just for One of his academic studies."

When he heard this, Gerald felt that his brain was about to burn out. For a moment, he raised a hand to indicate that he had something to say.

"Wait? A question suddenly occurred to me."

"What was the emperor doing at that time? Was he a ruler? Or something else? Since the priests of the state church called him the Eternal One, maybe you have met before?"

But in this regard, the robot that called itself Clara just shrugged like a human and seemed not to care much about this issue.

"Emperor? There don't seem to be many records related to this name in my memory matrix. In fact, your old ancestors don't welcome the arrival of the Alliance very much. Most of them are not willing to contact us at all."

"But there are exceptions. For example, a young human named Neos left a very deep impression on me. He seemed to be a scholar and would often come to debate with outsiders like us as individuals. "

"At first, he did not understand the centralized model implemented by the alliance. He believed that restricting people's thinking and restricting social behavior was an outdated and backward behavior. It was a backward idea that should not exist in the age of the universe. The young man The scholars were extremely proud of their civilization's current achievements, until the Iron Man Rebellion occurred."

"That crisis seemed to have made him realize how vulnerable a civilization that could not unify its thoughts and goals was in the face of a powerful enemy. When everything was over and the alliance was preparing to evacuate again, the scholar named Neos had specially Came to us and asked some questions about future development.”

Clara's words made Gerald interested.

"So how did you answer?"

At this moment, with an inadvertent glance, he noticed Turalyon walking towards the direction of the workshop with a solemn expression, as if something big had happened.

"The first step is to establish a truly unified regime."

"Before the first step is completed, in order to prevent the resurgence of Suzheng, they should probably find ways to limit the development of robotics technology."

etc?

Why does this sound so familiar?

However, before Clara could finish her words, the sound of footsteps was heard, and Turalyon was seen quickly breaking into the workshop.

"Guys, we're in trouble."

Not long after the words fell, there was a roar in the distance.

When Gerald looked out the window, he saw a golden sun rising slowly over a barren land in the distance, eventually forming a mushroom cloud representing destruction.

And at this moment, Clara on the side seemed to notice something as well.

"The research ship's radar detection shows that two jet motorcycles are rapidly approaching our location."

These words aroused the alertness of the two people present, and then they heard the other person continue speaking in a slightly surprised tone.

"Wait a minute, I seem to recognize these guys. They just had contact with me a few days ago. I remember that those people seemed to call themselves "

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"Raven Guard."