Time has lost its original color, and everything is like a constantly changing picture, passing and flying quickly in the eyes.
By the time she came to her senses, it had been a long, long time, so long ago that she couldn't even remember the names of her classmates or the places she had been to.
The place where big trees were once planted is now filled with fiberglass high-rise buildings, silver sculptures, changing neon lights, flying aircraft, and clean, dust-free ground.
The dirt roads, rock castles, remote villages, etc. in the vague memory have long been replaced by the beautiful and winding magnetic highway. The vehicles suspended on the roadside are sailing at high speed, but they are extremely quiet and do not disturb the harmonious natural environment around them.
The experience over the past hundreds of years has not been smooth sailing. After gradually restoring the crown, civilization on Earth still faces many challenges, including the renewed invasion of Chaos, the spying and hostility of other civilizations in the galaxy, internal divisions and corruption, the mutation of Chaos poison and the emergence of new crises, and wars with stale hegemonic civilizations.
Even for Loran Hill, recalling the early days when she led mankind back to the galaxy a hundred years ago, the inevitable war was still hard for her to forget.
As another branch of humanity, the 'Seiko Bees' did not usher in a friendly future after their first negotiation with Earth civilization. Instead, 60 years later, they began a war that consumed their entire race.
The enemy's fearlessness and perseverance were touching. Even though countless people died on the battlefield, they still did not give up or retreat.
Piloting specially made insect-shaped fighter planes, they are united in purpose and determination. Their highly resonant extraordinary network is like a torch burning in the dark sea, or like endless meteors flying by in the night.
"To win the supreme crown and gain a brand new future!" Hoarse and excited slogans resounded throughout the civilization.
Since they came into contact with Earth civilization that year, they have begun to prepare for war in an all-round way. Each new generation has begun to accept the new beliefs of the era. They set their goals from a young age and began to learn combat skills. After adulthood, a large number of individuals no longer transformed into producers in the tribe as before, but became brave and fearless combat members.
Six eyes distributed on all sides of the body that can observe in all directions, a neural network that can easily connect to the electrical signals of space fighters, a semi-metallic body shell that can withstand the space environment, an abdomen that can directly store liquid batteries, and so on.
In terms of adapting to space warfare and extraordinary resonance combat, they have reached the pinnacle. Often, 10 space fighters of the Earth civilization can barely be exchanged for 1 of the other side.
Whether as tools or soldiers, this race is impeccable and their demands are difficult to refute.
"We are an offshoot of humanity from a glorious past, equally qualified to receive the highest crown. For the future of civilization, this is the inevitable righteousness."
The Milky Way is huge, but since its former glory faded, no race has been able to restore and recover the glory of the Transcendent Era, and the harder the race tries, the more it understands the cruel reality.
Even if they work hard to develop and may make rapid progress, compared with the era when they had the crown, they are still making a tiny catch-up like a grain of sand, which is out of reach.
Seizing the Crown of God is almost the only solution that the entire civilization can think of, and it can help them escape the bitter sea of fighting against endless chaotic phantoms.
"Can't we cooperate?" Loran Hill once asked the other leader.
"Respected Loran Hill, it would be wonderful if you were resurrected on our planet, but unfortunately..."
"The cooperation you speak of is based on equality. Humans won't cooperate with the ants beneath their feet, nor with the livestock they raise. You know why our species was created."
"If we can't gain control of the crown at this critical juncture, after hundreds of years, as civilization on Earth slowly recovers, we will gradually fall back to our previous position."
"We love work and dedication, but over these tens of thousands of years, we have also awakened to our own sense of self. We no longer want to be despised or looked down upon. This feeling of humiliation is painful."
"Perhaps your generation's Earth civilization is friendly and peaceful, but things will change in the future. When the gap widens, will Earth civilization hundreds of years from now still treat this 'friend' who looks so different from itself, yet so useful, as an equal?"
"I don't dare to gamble, nor can I give the choice entirely to other races. Yes, although our origins are similar, we have ultimately taken different paths."
A protracted war was inevitable. During the war, the fleet of the 'Seiko Bee' broke through the defense line several times, and some of them approached the Earth.
Brilliant fires descended from the sky, giant warships like ominous peaks cut through the atmosphere, poisonous flames burned everything, and tough metal insects spread the virus across the planet. In the first week, billions of people died directly from the specially targeted genetic virus, and later generations called this disaster the "Scarlet Honey Poison."
For this reason, Loran Hill had to once again use all his strength to activate his imperfect Star Crown to save this world that was on the verge of destruction.
At the end of the war, after a silent and brutal vote, the human coalition government passed with four-fifths of the votes in favor of vitrifying the home planet of the "Seiko Bees" by high-temperature burning. As a branch of humanity, the "Seiko Bees" civilization was annihilated in space.
The "Scarlet Honey Poison" disaster lasted for nearly fifty years before it was gradually resolved through the continuous development of biotechnology. At this time, the population of Earth civilization was less than one-third of what it was back then.
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