"We, the Dark Star Tribe, had no choice from the very beginning!"
"All flesh and blood are cultivated, and everything is just to provide "spirituality" for the use of the so-called gods! Even I am just a dog sent for the convenience of management!"
The old man showed excitement for the first time, filled with grief and anger.
His own race is just a cultured flesh spirit, but as the leader of his race, he has no resistance, enough to resist the gods that have come for hundreds of years.
Everything about it has been firmly controlled by them.
This race is full of despair and death.
After hearing all this, Zhong Ye only felt sad for this.
These countless creatures are just part of the culture. No matter how they struggle, they can only become nutrients for the gods during the hundred-year sacrifice.
"What a pitiful race..."
He let out a sigh, and then said: "In that case, how can we prevent the racial newborns you just mentioned from being controlled?"
"This is what I have done over the years. Through reverse genetic engineering, I have removed the genetic impurities in their bodies so that they can be born in line with their original natural conditions."
"In other words, they can be called Dark Star people, and we... are just poor people transformed by biochemical influences, even if our lives don't belong to us."
"Well, I understand. I will take away the new hope of your race. In exchange, I will get back all the countless technologies and gifts."
"At the same time, I will destroy your planet to end your tragic life and prevent the leakage of information. Is there no problem with this condition?"
After listening, the old man showed a smile of relief.
"Okay... okay, I have lived too long. We remnants of the old era should have turned into ashes and died in the new era. Thank you, thank you..."
For it, this is the best home.
Hundreds of years of life finally came to an end, and the tragic destiny of the race changed. It merged into that human race. Although it became a subordinate race, it would no longer be so oppressed.
It's just a pity these paintings...
It looked at the mural with great nostalgia.
This has been its hard work for hundreds of years. When it was carved, it was still a young man, thinking that it could lead the race to break through control, but in the end it was all in vain.
From the moment they are born, they have no choice.
Zhong Ye also followed his gaze towards the painting, suddenly thought of the third scene, and couldn't help but ask the old man:
"Where did you learn about the third scene in this mural?"
"The third painting? This was thought of in a precognitive dream... Our pyramid will become a sealing tower that seals the existence of the God Emperor."
Zhongye wrote down the news.
Perhaps in the extremely distant future, the newly born Dark Star tribesmen will build this pyramid tower again to carve a seal for God Emperor Chihong.
After saying this, the old man seemed to think of something again and said:
"By the way, our planet is not the only breeding farm in this galaxy."
"In the past, they sowed genetic seeds on at least dozens of planets. You can go to other asteroids to find them. Maybe there are races that have also encountered us."
"I hope that human decision-makers can take in these poor people like us..."
"Well, if I can, I'll try my best."
After saying this, the old man kowtowed heavily to Zhong Ye several times.
This is a tribute to the human race.
The battle between the two tribes has lost its meaning, and all that is left is for the large human troops to go and finish the work.
Because the distance between the two is 1.2 light-years, Zhongye even went back through the condensate once more before informing the Human Alliance of what happened to the Dark Star.
And people who knew a series of things about Dark Star also showed complicated expressions.
Either sadness, heaviness, pity, or indifference.
If you are sad, you will not be angry; if you are angry, you will not fight.
After Zhong Ye made sure that Dark Star's safety precautions were lifted, he allowed the human starship to jump over with confidence.
The existences of the Dark Star Clan knelt down one after another when they saw the starship, thinking that it was the coming of the god. They prayed for human favors and wanted more meat resources.
Poor, really pitiful.
What a pitiful people this is.
The fleet paid no attention to it and just entered the Sky City silently, taking away everything agreed upon.
However, although this race is pitiful, the level of civilization and technology it lives in and the things it provides are really eye-opening for them.
Anti-gravity system, ideological power, antimatter annihilation reactor...
There are various attack facilities, probably to suppress various uprisings and rebellions.
The only thing that doesn't exist is space jump and curvature navigation. All technologies that can leave the interstellar space almost don't exist.
This makes it even more clear that this is a pitiful breeding farm, forever imprisoned in this dark star, waiting for a harvest that occurs once a hundred years.
This made them sweat.
If a fight really breaks out, although humans will still win to a large extent, they will inevitably pay a heavy price.
Fortunately, Zhong Ye and others explored in advance and understood their demands, thus ending this very likely war.
In order to develop these technologies, in addition to the agreed items, the human starships also moved all novel technologies, those third-level or even fourth-level civilization creations.
This made those scientists almost ecstatic!
With so many high-tech creations, as long as we conduct research through reverse engineering, the overall level of humankind will soon reach the third level of civilization!
The people of the Dark Star tribe were extremely confused as they watched the "god" take away all their things this time.
It seems that everything that happened is different from historical records?
At the palace.
Zhong Ye came here at the last moment to destroy Dark Star.
The old man is still painting, just like the first time.
"We are leaving. Everything has been taken care of. Dark Star will be completely destroyed in half an hour according to the predetermined plan. If you want to leave, I can give you a place." Zhong Ye said.
This was his final mercy to it.
The old man stopped what he was doing, turned around and said with a smile:
"Your Excellency the decision-maker, I accept your wishes."
"But I have lived too long... There is no place for me in the new era. I just want to die with the murals and people I carved for hundreds of years at the last moment of destruction..."
Its eyes are full of vicissitudes of life, these are its last dying words.
Zhongye also understood its thoughts.
As a king, at the last moment, it just wanted to die with its own race and painting.
"Well, I understand, then, goodbye forever."
"Farewell, Your Majesty the Decider."
Ripples in the space followed, and Zhong Ye's figure disappeared, leaving only the lonely king...
