In addition, there are also "information" creatures that upload their consciousness to the multi-magic magic network. The material world only relies on controlling the activities of alchemy magic puppets. This way of existence basically does not consume any resources in the material world and can also go to various extreme worlds to live, so it is quite popular. Many humans choose to incorporate their spirit into the magic network and act in the virtual world. When necessary, they only use biological puppets or mechanical puppet bodies to act in the material world.

But no matter which transformation, which kind of "evolution", or which kind of bloodline they all call themselves humans. Because, for Mrs. Mycroo at this moment, whether it is humans, elves, dwarves, or any other race, the so-called name is not a word to describe bloodlines at all, but a gathering of culture, a symbol of civilization, an extremely firm belief and an extremely sincere belief.

But in this stable era, there are still some people who are unwilling to be stable. They always act, search and live in their own ways.

“I want to find a power.”

In the distant void, the ‘forbidden zone of life’, No. 3 is ready to leave in the fortress in front of the ‘dark event horizon’. Her eyes were firm, hoping to always exist in her heart, and she has long become a true god. She also used magic power to achieve legendary success and said to the huge black ancient dragon in front of her: “That is the power to awaken something. Now, with the remaining ‘seed’, I can clearly feel that he is not dead. Although I can never awaken this kind of seed, I still believe in the strength of that man. I firmly believe that the initial fire may not kill him, but it just makes him sleep. Maybe it is not a sleeping place. He is still fighting in a place I don’t know."

Only when the ancient dragon, who has been firmly guarding for two thousand years, is about to leave this diverse galaxy, or even the entire multi-dimensional federation No. 3, can he express his thoughts to his heart's content: "I heard a news that in the other end of the multi-dimensional galaxy that has not yet been incorporated into the major federation, there is a huge Void Empire emperor. He is a powerful god. Legend has it that their god once died, but he has recovered from the destruction of God, claiming to be the son of miracle, and with the help of a kind of power, he returned from eternal sleep, I want to see if this is true or false."

"The high probability is fake. But if it is true, what are you going to do?"

Gu Long, who had not spoken for many years, shook his head, and Hei stared at the friend in front of him. She asked in confusion: "They can't tell you. No. 3, I also believe in your determination, but sometimes, determination cannot do anything."

"Then I will try to communicate, communicate, and trade. If it doesn't work, then I will destroy, ask, and seize."

The gentle tiny showed, No. 3 flapped his wings, this god, this legend, this powerful existence chasing someone's shadow, said in a clear and bright tone: "I can do anything, no matter what means, I will achieve my goal."

"So goodbye, my friend, I hope you can succeed, I hope you can go well."

Feeling the other party's determination and awareness, the watchful dragon sincerely blessed the other party: "Although he may not necessarily want this, we are not living to make him like it, aren't we?"

"You're right. In the final analysis, this is our own way of living, and I'm willing."

Turning around, No. 3 left decisively. She raised her hand, waved her back to Gu Long, and signaled her to leave.

"So goodbye, black."

In the silence, as time passes, a friend leaves and goes to the endless distance. The dragon who watches all this is used to all this. She turns her head and looks at the still slowly expanding vision of the event, and then smiles.

"No one can continue waiting, Master."

"But I will continue to wait until the end of time."

[Federal Calendar, Age of Chaos, The Seventh Millennium]

This is an extremely chaotic era.

After thousands of years, the evil god of chaos came again, and the dark cluster that attacked from the other end of the multiverse and directly attacked the strongest front end of the order, but instead penetrated into every part of it, rotting its joints and core, causing it to lose control and fall apart.

I don’t know whether it is the power of the evil god, or it comes from civilization, and the restlessness in the bloodlines of all living beings. Each of its compositions has gradually become more and more integrated into the gods. This is actually not a strange thing. In the entire observable multiverse, the largest cluster of evil gods has been wiped out and sealed for thousands of years. The surrounding multi-galaxies have not experienced a large-scale invasion of chaos for thousands of years.

Even the extraordinary, thousands of years are not a small number. Even the ultimate meaning that can be immortal in theory, thousands of years of memory can wash away all the touch, fear, despair and the shock of swearing to remember. Not to mention the weaker extraordinary, and the endless mortals.

Long-term peace hollowed out the foundation of the federal existence. Without the oppression of foreign enemies, a huge alliance was impossible. Even if the federal government has been persistent in erasing the traces of all countries, differences in all races, and characteristics of civilization for thousands of years, it is impossible. It can even be said that even if the federal government succeeds, as long as there are beauty and ugliness, good and evil, radical and stability, active and calmness, as long as there are differences between sentient beings, then eternal "peace" is an impossible task.

Under the erosion of chaos, endless pleasure, and the corrosion of the world, in the weakening caused by the thousands of years of peace in the stars and realms, the Federation of Order is slowly and unstoppable collapse. The dark clusters around many diverse galaxies suddenly appear, and the attack of the evil gods has long been forgotten is the last straw that destroys it. The army without enemies and without sharpening is about to collapse under the impact of the evil gods. The destruction and isolation of many production bases and transportation centers has led to the loss of resource supply in the federal central area, and many core worlds are on the verge of destruction, and even a series of tragic scenes of cannibalism.

Even compared to the trembling darkness, the order and order broke out earlier. In order to compete for a few production worlds and void bases that are still operating normally, the army and races within the Federation began to fight each other. In order to prevent the erosion of chaos, one side would implement an extinction order on the other side without hesitation and destroy the entire world, regardless of how many innocent wailing masses there were.

Even if the evil gods are eliminated, the infinite hatred, pain, and the oppression and despair brought about by the killing of many lives in this chaotic era will completely crush all the efforts of the Federation for thousands of years, and even create a brand new evil god.

They forgot what should be remembered most, so the seeds of self-destruction grew at the roots of the Federation.

During this thousand years of wandering, the order could only tremble and hide behind their fortresses and the world. Other orders and chaos, full of hostility and malice, surrounded by other orders and chaos, returned to their original appearance seven thousand years ago, and even became worse. Even if many powerful people gathered together and drove out the chaos in a region, they could not consolidate that area again, because it is very likely that in this region, the number of people in a world that died in the hands of the evil gods and family members of the Chaos was not as high as other worlds caused by invasion and robbery.

Of course, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even though the Federation is so unbearable, the many legends and gods cultivated over thousands of years are not as fragile as mortals. They went through a lot of hardships to finally eliminate all the coming evil gods. However, the Federation also officially collapsed due to the complete elimination of the enemy. The ultimate chaos derived from the ultimate order is raging in this infinite galaxy.

As the chaos invasion ended, the era of great division was the era of great division. The huge federation split into a coalition of millions of civilizations. They fought against each other and guarded each other, making the multi-variable galaxy a huge battlefield in the Warring States Period. At this moment, human beings have long become a race distributed in the multiverse, and the main body of the Mycrov civilization disappeared with the departure of the rings thousands of years ago. They seemed to have expected this and did not really fall into this chaos.

[My memory of this era is limited to this. We fall from the light and fall into complete confusion. We wander ignorantly in the darkness, fantasizing about the stable happiness of the past. But memories and fantasies are useless. The past time has passed and is gone forever. We are in a dark era full of suspicion and cruelty.

In the past, we lived in peace, and it seemed that life was only enjoyment, but this was wrong. In fact, wars were never far away from us. They were called **, called depravity, and called cowardice. They broke out around us, but we would rather pretend to be ostrich and bury our heads in the ground than turn a blind eye. The stupidest thing is that we know that this is wrong, but we still continue with gratitude. Each of us is thinking, 'Even if a disaster breaks out, it is not my turn'. Each of us tries to protect ourselves in this disaster that no one can avoid. It turns out that this is the root of destruction, because no one dares to stand up and no one dares to face reality and darkness.

In the distant past, in the ancient myths and legends, some strong men would rather sacrifice themselves than defend all living beings. He hoped that one day other strong men could stand shoulder to shoulder with him and protect this multiverse. He hoped that those who wanted peace could live in peace, and madmen and idiots who wanted war could accompany him to fight, but we must have let him down. If he could see it, he would inevitably be disappointed, because what he had made all his sacrifices in exchange for was shameful depravity and ignorance.

So I call on us to regain our courage, to regain our determination and fire, anger and wind, we must regain all this suffering and chew back and forth because only under the tempering of pain can the flower of hope bloom in people's determination.]

[The nameless recorder, recorded in the middle of the Great Secession era in Chapter 8 of the Book of Hope - Declaration, Paragraph 34]

And finally.

【Rebirth of the Era, the Tenth Millennium】

In the distant tenth millennium, the dark silent depths of the void, the forgotten ancient land ushered in the first group of visitors to the era of rebirth.

In that huge battle of division and unity, countless civilizations and races were destroyed, and several galaxies were annihilated, and even the clouds of steel were no longer there. All this was really too tragic and too painful. The pain brought to all living beings by war exceeded their hatred between them. Therefore, in the trembling pain and the trembling pain, the brand new Federation was reborn on the corpses of the past Federation. Although its territory was far less than one percent of the heyday in the past, they knew what despair was.

Therefore, we can understand what hope is.

But even so, it will not be a short time to recover those lost homelands. Even in the bodies of those destroyed civilizations, a brand new native civilization was born. The long war and isolation have long forgotten what the union of order and the glory of the Federation.

And this time, it was a new civilization. In the rash exploration, when this former Federation still existed, there was no civilization or any fleet that dared to come.

Legend has it that it is the ruins of the pioneers blocked in the fog, the life jedi lurking endless traps. There, filled with toxins of chaos, deadly murderous intent, and countless wreckages of broken worlds, it is undoubtedly the forbidden area that all civilizations in the multiverse fear. It is wrapped in hot flames, and even guarded by an extremely terrifying void dragon.

In a sense, all of these descriptions are correct. Some people even had the honor to see the legendary guardian, an extremely ancient and huge black dragon, just like the world. They wandered aimlessly among the ashes of the broken wreckage of countless worlds, wandering on the edge of the "Wall of Worlds", preventing any approach and exploration.

It seems to be guarding something, but no one knows what it is guarding. After all, this is an ancient ruin, a place where historical wreckage is accumulated. In the chaotic era and the Great Schizophrenia, countless worlds and fleets were piled up here, making the place full of fog. Some people even say that the dragon itself has forgotten its mission, so it is just an eternal wandering without leaving here.

But these terrifying legends have no meaning to the new civilization who do not know all of this at most. They know that it is dangerous there, there is a huge void dragon, filled with unknown ancient ruins and wreckage, full of the knowledge they long for.

So, they mustered up the courage to move forward and approached the black dragon that was like the world, closing their eyes in the void and pondering.

"Guardian, do you remember what you are guarding?"

This new civilization is in the period of exploring the stars of the heavens, so it is curious to come here. These seem a bit like humans, but have a pair of different beast ears that are very bold and full of action. The greedy and leaping curiosity that cannot be suppressed even makes them dare to ask the Supreme One: "Did you forget it?"

Forgotten,

Hearing this language that was somewhat similar to the common language of Mycrov in the past, he felt some familiar bloodlines remaining in the other person's body. The pondering dragon opened his eyes, and his golden pupils turned around, staring at the little people, his heart full of emotion.

Memories are dead, only the legend remains. History is forgotten, and only the wind of suffering is howling in the ruins.

Looking at the stars in the sky, each place is a tomb of civilization. Unwilling voices came from it. They longed for revenge, fight again, and regain their glory. But they have passed away, and the ashes are all their remains.

Now, a new generation of civilizations has grown up again, surrounded by the embers of pioneers. They grew up in the remaining warm warmth of the previous generation of civilizations. What constitutes their bodies is the stardust that has fought against each other by countless enemy races, and even the fragments of steel that have nurtured their world and the sun. They are all the ash left by the battles and sacrifices of many powerful people in the past.

Look! This lucky and brave, reckless and curious civilization is exploring the lost history and what happened in this endless multiverse in the thousands of years before the birth of their civilization. They are re-entering the road of glory, seeking the pioneers, and seeking guidance from the powerful!

And the powerful are willing to guide them.

The dragon of watchful eyes stared at these little people, as if seeing the shadow of its past, raised its head, looked up at the dark void, and then emitted a long dragon roar. The dragon's own light could shine through all things, making the stars shine, and watched for a thousand years, another thousand years. Until now, ten thousand years have passed, and finally there is a similar and touching thing that appears before the eyes, but the identity of the guide and the guide has been reversed. The little dragon who was taught in the past has now become the supreme guardian.

"You guys say, I forgot my mission? No."

Of course not.

The dragon lowered its head, shivering with the warship, but still showed stubbornness. People who wanted to know the answer looked at each other and said gently: "I remember."

Always remember.

"But before I tell you my mission, let me tell you, my master, the god who has guarded the multiverse in the long past... no."

"The story of a human, a warrior."

[The stars are still shining, and the flames are still burning.

In this multiverse repeating loss and regaining, forgetting and remembering, civilization is still growing vigorously.

The darkness of the sky has not yet left, but it has become much brighter than in the past. Some people take it for granted, while the other part remembers who it all comes from.

New stories and legends are being born, but old epics and myths have not been forgotten. In this generation where rage is still burning, in this century when the battle has not stopped, some people move forward, some people stop, some people firmly move towards the distant origin and end, and some people watch over the silent ruins, waiting for the hope in their hearts to appear again.]

"The darkness will eventually return, but can we still witness the light again?"

After listening to the dragon telling all the stories, someone trembled and asked the ancients, they were frightened by the darkness behind this history, and chaos lingered in their minds, making them tremble with doubts, or they didn't believe it at all. But even so, some people still asked, because whether it was legends or myths, stories or lessons, there were always people who remembered them and left behind the inheritance.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Children, for the next ten thousand years, dozens of thousands, may not, but we can still remember that light, that little flame, and this is the embers of hope, and we can expect something to be reborn in it."

The ancient black dragon swayed its wings, stirring up the wind of time and space, allowing the brave and small people to go away from this dangerous forbidden area, but even so, the Hope Watcher still left the last word.

"This is my story. I was at the place where your hometown was. When all worlds were shining by the light of God, and when the void was ignited by the flames, I saw the distant chaos and darkness torn apart by the wrath and roar of God. On that day, a true hero and God, a true warrior passed away, and hell was buried with him."

"At that time, there was no crying, no crying, we worked together to vow to fight the darkness. In an era of nothing, we had only courage."

I remember. I protect this memory, this legend, an epic, and this story.

"So, don't forget, either."

Don’t forget your courage, don’t forget your determination, don’t forget to always be as brave as you are now, exploring and fighting towards the endless distance.

And this.
Chapter completed!