Chapter 1710 - 434: Ark of Unfading Memories_2

Chapter 1710: Chapter 434: Ark of Unfading Memories_2

So he didn’t answer the question, and instead sent over the light-screen footage the Guidance had just given him.

He began to wait for the reply.

The chat window sank into a long silence.

More than ten minutes later, the reply finally came:

"Bro, this stone is yours."

This time it was Xie Yu’s turn to be stunned:

"What do you mean?"

"After watching it I really wanted to cry. I suddenly remembered that back on the battlefield in the Land of Chasing the Sun, I ran into the reshaped 734, then personally shattered it... but I didn’t even know which one was 734."

Xie Yu stared at the words, and in his mind the battlefield filled with mechanical units all cast from the same mold seemed to rise up.

Same models, the same armor, the same electronic eyes.

In the eyes of the player, they were sacrificial power that could move.

Who would care whether, inside one of those steel chests, there still lingered some youth’s softly hummed ancient song.

Who could distinguish which broken shell had once lit the spark of prosperity for a civilization.

"This isn’t your fault." Xie Yu typed slowly:

"The moment it was reshaped by the Mechanical Army, 734 was already dead. What you shattered was merely the Mechanical Sovereign’s tool of war. The 734 sealed in the Information Stone—the one that steals electricity on rainy nights, solves problems on the wall, and makes promises to the stars—that is the soul."

After a short pause, Xie Yu went on:

"The fortunate thing is, this piece of history wasn’t sacrificed. You rescued a fragment of history.

After another long silence, a new message came:

"I know you Research Party players like to interpret history. Since this bit of history has special meaning to you, let it stay in the hands of someone who knows how to cherish it. The stone is yours—just take it as payment for telling me this story..."

Closing the chat window, Xie Yu gazed out at the ceaseless stream of traffic on the streets of Imperial Tomb Village.

In the rainy night the city blazed with lights, the players’ clamor and the roar of Vehicles interweaving into a unique vitality.

But after learning this history.

He suddenly felt that perhaps every villager bore an invisible epitaph.

In this world where billions of races struggle to cross, the rise of a civilization is like a guttering candle in the wind.

And the Destruction the Mechanical Army brought upon Small World civilizations had nothing to do with hatred—only the most basic judgment of interests.

The players’ headlong charge was not malice either, but merely the pure revelry granted by their faction.

The ironic part was the Mechanical Sovereign’s actions.

He had once carefully studied the birth of the Mechanical Sovereign and the Mechanical Army.

At the beginning, the Mechanical Sovereign was the final Curse a certain civilization hurled in its ravaging despair amid the Black Tide torrent.

He still remembered the footage in the records: the last surviving elder of the race staring toward the receding Black Tide and roaring:

"Mechanical Sovereign, you are the creation our race forged with all its remaining resources. We have been defeated, but your campaign is not over. The last Rule of this world has already fused into your body. Follow the Black Tide to their world... go slaughter, devour; go create endless Iron Soul Warriors. Carry our race’s final fury and destroy everything there, avenge us."

As that figure screamed himself hoarse, the colossal Mechanical Sovereign slowly sailed toward the spatial vortex at the far end of the Darkness.

The Creator’s hysterical rage as his civilization marched toward Destruction became the fuel for the Mechanical Sovereign’s growth.

And now, this concretized hatred had evolved into a Mechanical natural disaster that rolled over countless civilizations.

The revenge command replicated itself endlessly in the code, the logic of Destruction grew ever stronger through Conquest.

On this soil soaked in blood, a civilization either turned itself into a blade or lay upon the chopping block.

The Law of survival had been reduced to the cruelest answer: either devour, or be devoured.

The Mechanical Army—this perpetual engine driven by the "resentment of vanished civilizations"—was tirelessly circling along its Destruction trajectory, grinding worlds one after another into fresh fuel for vengeance.

Hatred, in this process, became a kind of legacy.

Thinking of this, a scene surfaced in Xie Yu’s mind.

Perhaps in some shattered world just baptized by a mechanical flood, a young figure was dragging himself out of the ruins.

He raised his head to stare at the receding steel colossus in the sky, the Fiery Flames of his burning homeland reflected in his eyes.

Those flames leaped in his pupils, gradually condensing into a blazing flame of hatred.

Bloodied teeth sank deep into his lower lip, and a resolute vow howled in his heart:

"One day, I’ll make you pay the price."

The gears of fate turned in secret.

The seed of Destruction had already been planted; the cycle of vengeance would be continued.

Perhaps some day in the future, a brand-new force would Tearing the Cang Qiong, descending upon Monster World just like the Mechanical Sovereign once did.

In their veins flowed the embers of burned homelands, upon their armor were etched the names of lost kin, and in every member’s heart blazed the obsession of revenge.

They wouldn’t care whether the other civilizations on this world beneath their feet were innocent.

In their eyes, this world that had nourished their enemies already flowed with original sin; all could be seen as fodder for their growth.

The chain of hatred would lengthen again, the feast of Destruction welcoming new guests.

On the battlefield of Eternal Reincarnation, perhaps there was never any true victor—only wounds that never healed, passing the torch of hatred from civilization to civilization.

In that moment, Xie Yu suddenly understood the "most cowardly villain" the forum players so often mocked: Ah Le.

That guy who forever hid in an Independent Space, sitting on the Transmission Altar, never taking part in any frontal war.

Players laughed at his timidity and cowardice, said he was wasting the mighty strength of the Demigod Realm, that he was even afraid of the Earth Thought Bully, with far too little class.