Chapter 813 Choice (1/2)

Sacrifice.

Civilization was built upon it.

Wilderness filled with beasts whereupon the blood of hunters spilt, corpses of warriors sprinkled upon ancient battlefield—when a race is forced to fight other powerful species, it is the voluntary sacrifice of the brave that save many.

From the oldest papyrus, we learned that Chaos already existed dozens of thousands of years ago. At the time, our race had no magic, aura, ether, psionic power, or holy light. We had nothing then, and sacrifice was thus required for the right to survive.

Dozens of millennia ago, the battle of our ancestors sprinkled blood and guts upon the fertile soil of civilization. We kept sacrificing, advancing without stopping as the heroes hoisted the flags, leading countless forward as they trod upon the corpses of predecessors. Our blood allows the birth of new generations, our bloodlines to perpetuate. Though our civilization would find one great power after another as they fought on—magic and aura illuminating our way forward as if lighthouses, the cornerstone of those towers are the corpses of innumerable ancestors.

Zessel was reading an ancient text. The creature which had two rows of eyes, four arms, and a wriggling, serpentine body was surrounded in psionic presence. It was also quietly reading the ancient history written in an ancient tome, completely unconcerned with the noise around it.

”Mycroft's civilization had utterly revived—it's not on a small-scale either, their warships had navigated through the Void and arrive on the very edge of the Galaxy!”

”We should have realized that back when we pursued the Ancient Dragon in the Abyss. Capable of dispatching multiple 'Legends'—is that what they're called? Only they are a faction that has the power of superior beings, save for the demons.”

”Chaos is rising. We have detected the presence of Evil Gods… Although it would quickly be extinguished by the Mycroftians, their return is certain, just like how Mycroft awakened.”

”Is the return of Chaos causing the revival of Mycroft, or Mycroft's revival that decided the return of Chaos?”

”Never forget, brothers. It was precisely their arrogance that left us hiding here, hanging by a thread!”

***

It was a conference to decided the fate of the Sartrean civilization.

Beside a large oval table, Sartrean elites, leaders, and scholars were fiercely debating away to convince each other.

The name of their race might not be remembered by many in the Multiverse, but many would show an expression of realization when the term 'Stellar Deities' were used, before becoming alert.

They were giants once, ruling dozens of planetary regions in the center of the galaxy even though they had been fighting chaotically since they were born. Their homeworld was located near the lair of an Evil God's kin, but they had utterly vanquished that breeding place of Chaos on the day they called themselves gods and stepped into the Void, keeping its ruin as spoils of war placed in their central palace.

The Satreans were a fortunate race just as they were not. They never encountered larger Behemoths apart from that Chaos lair near their homeworld—they were unfortunate to have been an ambitious civilization lusting after the distant stars, but were born in the same galaxy as the Mycroft and Shelter civilizations.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

Young civilizations that did not go through that age would never imagine the horrors and despair.

They once observed the stars and planetary regions, imagining that tales, legends and ancient stories of the constellations were merely about little planets within the borders of superior civilizations—even if the truth was that the Void warships of those civilizations had streaked through the skies of their world when their ancestors were still brawling wild beasts, even enjoying those sacrifices and conflict.

They could advance into the Void only because the Void civilizations of the Central Galaxy did not have the habit of destroying seedlings. In fact, the Chaos invasion they saw as a nemesis was a low-level threat that would not have infected even one world.

The prideful Sartreans finally learned to discreetly develop, slowly adopting neutrality over xenophobia since they realized that rejecting other civilizations would get them crushed like ants by superior civilizations. They learned their lesson after several radical civilizations were destroyed, the most notable one being an artificial intelligence civilization—those metal brains that could have culled every Satrean did not hesitate to launch themselves obsessively at the Mycroft civilization, causing their entire fleet to be pinched into ashes by a powerful deity.

They expanded slowly, attempting to catch up to those most advanced of civilizations. The Shelter Federation which did not mind other civilizations imitating them were simply happy to have them, while the Mycroftians reveled in their own world, creating wonders and demiplanes but reluctant to rule faraway enclaves within their vast borders.

”The day would come that distances no longer exist, and we would completely grasp the boundlessness of deep space.”

That was the favorite saying of Mycroftians at the time. Those hairless bipedal lifeforms were so arrogant that they never bothered to lower their eyes at other civilizations—even when the Sartrean borders had expanded to cover dozens of planetary regions, they merely saw them a child that was growing well.

But the truth was that their pride had been nothing less and a reality, and the Sartreans realized that too late.

The darkness had come, and the bright galaxy was shrouded in shadows.

Countless Evil Gods and demons descended upon the stars, unimaginable ranks of Chaos monsters plaguing ten thousand worlds. Thus, the fate of the Satreans' civilization changed irreversibly.

Their fleet crumbled and their fortresses the dismantled by the assault of multiple Evil Gods. The Stellar Deities that were on a meteoric rise fell all at once and were routed—their distant enclaves first, the colonies nearby their central territories next. Before the tides of Chaos, the light civilization fell one by one, the entire galaxy thus painted dark.

The Sartreans were fortunate, just as they were not.