Chapter 302 Where are we going
After the performance, the emperor quickly disappeared from the theater without a trace. But Morse could still sense his presence.
At this time, the Lord of Mankind was staying in the suburbs outside Lokos City. There was nothing around him, which made Morse wonder whether the public performance just now had exhausted his ability to face the crowd. At this time, we must return to the mountains and forests and enjoy the leisurely scenery of mountains and rivers.
But it’s a good thing that the Emperor left the scene, otherwise no one would listen to Callifon’s curtain call speech - the mere presence of the man in golden armor would be enough to attract everyone’s full attention .
The Queen of the Olympia Planet and the Governor of the Olympia Star Cluster is still wearing her iconic gray robe embroidered with gold threads today, with an iron crown on her head, and some gray hair. A yellow and black hair tie was tied up.
In order to be in line with her dramatic identity of playing the goddess of youth, today's iron crown is also wrapped with an olive branch.
She walked to the center of the stage with a cane and faced the audience. Although she was not young, she was still full of energy. Today's speech, co-drafted by Callifon, Perturabo and Morse, will be broadcast throughout the star cluster in the form of a broadcast.
“At the time of the glorious expedition of the Lord of Mankind, no one knows how urgent time is and how scarce resources are at this time. Among the cold and vast stars, mankind can only seize every moment. Seconds, we must use all our abilities and sacrifice every drop of precious blood in order to seize a glimmer of hope from the various threats in the galaxy."
"We have no chance or room for failure. Victory, only victory, comes every day. Waking up every day with the belief of victory, hearing a new tidings of victory every evening, and obeying the call of the Lord of Mankind, this is how we move towards the future day by day. This is what I have been thinking all these years. "
"Every resident of the Olympia Star Cluster, and even all the people of the Human Empire, those who obey the emperor's call, and those who follow the banner of the Sky Eagle, embrace this unchanging belief and build , fight, dedication, and even sacrifice.”
"Because of this, I was very surprised when the Lord of Steel, Perturabo, proposed the plan for this Olympia Games. At that time, I once asked him to take a month out of the limited time of the expedition to return to Olympia in person. , is it worth it to host a sports meeting? Then, I received a message from him. "
"We are in an era immersed in war, an era characterized by cruelty and ruthlessness. An era of necessity, an era of longing for the end of darkness and the beginning of light, an era of sacrifice and bloodshed for faith, ideals and the future."
"And there is no doubt that we need all of this. . Because we are in an era where hope and fear coexist, ignorance and rationality coexist, and truth and lies coexist. No one knows how far we can go. We can only keep moving forward. We may get real rewards and peace. , but we must pay the price, and the price has been paid.”
“The imperial machine has swallowed tens of millions of raw materials into the raw materials of war, and devoted them to the destruction of all enemies in the world. , all souls must be entrusted with enough loyalty in the expedition.”
“Under such a premise, do you really believe that we will one day gain peace?”
"Will our great vision be realized? Will the golden light definitely come? Or in the end we will still slide into the abyss, into a darker and colder future, immersed in the eternal war from which we can never escape, and witness the death of hope. , just like when humanity struggled in the Age of Strife? Or worse?"
"The answer you give will be an affirmation of hope, and you will even condemn me, as a servant of the Emperor? , but here we are making trouble, ignoring the facts, destroying our unshakable military morale, and tarnishing the reputation of the respected emperor."
"I accept all these questions and suspicions, but I am not asking them for my own sake. But for the lingering shadow that lingers above all of us, for the hesitation that exists deep in our hearts, even if it is only for a moment."
"I can confess to you, as me. Ask yourself this question, I can't promise a better world. So why do we fight? The only chance to seize our future from destiny, and it may never come back. After thousands of years of strife, we finally have an opportunity to face the dangers of space again and conquer what we once had. Everything lost.”
"We challenge fate, and we may not win. But if we don't challenge, victory will never come."
"Then what? What kind of victory will we get? A more abundant victory?" Is it a more peaceful future? Is it better than our current life? Is it a world where thousands of worlds are reconnected and people are closely integrated again? There may still be local crises, but we have food, water, and Clothes that can cover the body, a house that is enough to live in, and basic rights as a human being, just like the old Terra era that was recorded in classical documents nearly 30,000 years ago? "
"How many people have experienced such an era? It seems untouchable and unimaginable. Although it is radiant, its shape is vague. It is impossible for all human beings to be willing to face a vague and unattainable "My friends, look at where we are now, Olympia. Once upon a time, the climate here was considered unique among many planets in the universe. This place has also suffered from wars and has been slow to develop."
"For thousands of years, our civilization has stagnated, always a poor imitation of the old times, a shadow of something long gone. The political system continues to iterate, and the economic model changes repeatedly, but eventually it returns to the tyrannical system and shrinks for thousands of years. This is a microcosm, ashes of the old era."
"Perturabo, Lord of Olympia, changed everything. He brought new technology, new ideas, new peace, and new government. He personally brought his ideals to our land."
< br>“Since we are all in this theater, let’s look up and take a look at this theatre! Take a look at the water conservancy facilities, road traffic, green spaces and communication networks painted on the columns, and take a look at the murals Working people and their leisure moments, this is no longer a vision, this is the reality we live in."
"Olympia is the city reshaped by the Iron Lord, the great achievements achieved, and a vision for the future. Template. Perturabo was an architect, and Olympia was his drawing, stroke by stroke. It was not a vague dream, but a real exhibit, one that everyone could touch, understand, and experience. The utopia of feeling. It paints an image of our future and goes further than the old Terra."
"This Games is held not because we are free, but because we are. Busy, busy and immersed in the hesitation and endless war, there is not much time to think about where we are going."
"Perturabo understands this, so we don't have to continue to be busy. Taking the time to think, we only need to take one month out of the Centennial Expedition to experience it all, and from this we know that our dreams have become a reality. ”
"You can see it, touch it, feel its existence, its breathing, and every pulse of it. This is not the future I can promise, but this is the future I hope everyone can get. "
"It may actually come in thirty years, maybe fifty years, or one hundred years, but even if it takes a thousand years, it will take more than our entire thirty thousand years of human history. , is only equivalent to today to tomorrow. "
"In the ancient legend, the city-states often fought against each other, and the people were tired of fighting, so they generally wanted to recuperate. The three important city-states reached an agreement to hold an annual sports meeting, during which they stopped fighting and allowed athletes from all over the country to participate in the competition. This was the famous Olympic Holy Truce. "From that moment on, about two thousand years later, humans in the old land returned again. In 1912, an ancient sage proposed to hold a sports meeting in Berlin, the source of the war, to eliminate the disaster. , his wish was not realized, a fuse was lit that burned the concept of truce, and the Berlin Games was cancelled."
"A few years after that day, time passed. At the end of the second millennium, in 1994, athletes from a war-torn country received special approval and were invited to participate in the sports games at that time. Because of this initiative, the war in that country temporarily stopped and the two sides temporarily ceased fighting. , the peaceful intervention was effective. Since then, hundreds of countries in Old Terra have jointly signed a new Olympic Truce Agreement, starting one week before the opening of each Games and ending one week after the closing."
"Tens of thousands of years later, in the year 843 of the 30th millennium, in the same land called Olympia, we were fortunate enough to restart this long-lost agreement. In just this short month, we regained our understanding of each other. Respect for human emotions, and protection of human rights. We put aside our fatigue, forget our worries, and live in an ideal city, just as we already live in a more peaceful and beautiful world."
"Here. , players from the most remote and backward planets can also have the opportunity to win a competition; former enemies within the star cluster can also have a happy conversation after the game."
"Here, we know the future. The future that is around us and that we will fight for with our hands is this appearance and appearance.”
“So, when the games are over, the war resumes, and we set off, we will be able to make history here. In the longest, most dangerous and greatest war in history, we know who we are, where we come from, and where we are going.”
“Thank you”
The applause she received was long and sincere. A few seconds later, the first bouquet of flowers was thrown at the Queen's feet. This was like an order to announce the start. More flowers and silks were sent to the center of the stage of the theater from all directions. , and soon a fragrant heap formed at the feet of Callifon.
Califon smiled helplessly, accepted the applause and praise, and decided to wait for people to throw away the flowers in their hands before announcing the successful conclusion of the closing ceremony. She had already seen small civilian drones starting to fly in the distance. It seemed that not only people in the theater, but also people in the city decided to send the flowers they prepared to the stage.
In the midst of the flowers and brocade, a red-haired singer came to the stage with a gentle and respectful voice: "Dear Queen, may you allow me to pay tribute to you with a song? Although this gift It’s insignificant, but it’s unique in the vast universe. I want to use this song to praise your respectable heart and let my singing stir up waves about beautiful things.”
“ I'm willing to accept it," Calliphon said, allowing the singer to come to her.
The singer nodded nervously, took a deep breath, then took another breath, and sang the unaccompanied song alone. Her voice was like a spring breeze blowing through dead branches, blending softly with the other noises in the golden theater.
The song begins with a delicate and trembling melody, which jumps in the air, full of desire for endless exploration of life, like the first bud in the arms of Mother Earth, twisting and turning back and forth, endlessly exploring. Then, the tune gradually broadened, like rain falling, moistening the earth, and stimulating the growth and hope of all things.
This song is not only the flow of sound, but also the manifestation of life force. It is like the murmur of the soul, arousing the resonance of the listener's inner life, almost reawakening every fiber of life at the cellular level. vitality. The singing gradually sublimated, the surrounding noise seemed to be purified, and the air was filled with the joy of new life and the harmony of living creatures.
The singer's face shone with brilliance, and the afterglow left by the brief fusion with the power of the goddess of life once again shone on her face, blooming with the spark of life originating from the depths of her soul. Shanadore praises the vitality with her singing, the melody is flying in the created score, and the endless potential is intertwined into a picture that seeks to spread and prosper.
Then, an unexpected ray of glorious power left by the Lord of Humanity, mobilized and pulled by the spiritual energy field, began to be continuously collected and gathered again. As the notes vibrate, the cold spiritual energy flows into the sea like a river, eventually blending into the singer's voice.
The singer felt slight pain because of this, but she continued to sing, a golden tear sliding down her cheek.
The sky is gradually covered with soft gold. As the song rose, the golden light condensed into drops and turned into golden raindrops, slowly falling from the sky. The golden rain danced and shimmered in the air before falling to the ground, like a joyous dance of life, echoing above the capital city of Lokos.
The rain touches the land, and every plant and every creature is nourished by the rain and takes on new life. Withered flowers regained their vitality in the rain, and branches of withered trees began to sprout new buds. People around them also felt that their illnesses subsided, their spirits were maintained, and their bodies suddenly felt comfortable.
As the golden raindrops fall, smart energy continuously gathers on the queen who is listening to the song. A faint vortex of light seems to be formed around her, where the essence of life and time are condensed.
In full view of the public, the years rolled back on Kalifon's face.
Wrinkles and traces of time gradually disappeared from her body, replaced by smooth and delicate skin. Her body shape changed quietly, and her back gradually straightened. The once half-grey silver threads were transformed into jet black and shiny strands, radiant. Her eyes became bright and lively again, shining with a youthful light like dewdrops.
Not only is her body rejuvenated, Kalifon's aura has also become stronger and brighter, as if her whole body is filled with a powerful life force. It is a force that is both ancient and new, just like time. The epitome of history and the future.
The tips of the olive branches on her head began to drip golden morning dew, shining in the sun, and every drop was like the solidified essence of the sun. The golden dewdrops slowly slid down, along the queen's hair, and dripped into her collar.
And the iron-plated wooden crutch, in the hands of the Queen, began to sprout again. Tiny green leaves squeeze out from the solid wood grain, and small tender green branches spread out. It is no longer a simple tool to support the body, but has transformed into the source of life.
The buds on the crutch grew more and more lush, and soon they bloomed into small flowers, exuding a faint fragrance, which seemed to be a sign of the rebirth of Kalifon himself, and even the whole world, promising a new life. A future full of vitality.
The goddess of youth lets go of her crutches and bows to the world.
"We come from the past," she declared powerfully, "we are in the present era and move into the future."
(End of Chapter)