Xia Bei stood quietly in front of the statue.

He who is familiar with the history books of Galaxy Tianxing knows that this sentence was engraved by Qin Xiguan, then President of the Republic more than a hundred years ago.

And on that day, the Republic had just suffered one of the most suffocating defeats.

In the final battle of the group stage of the Star Zone, the Ditu Star Clan sent all the substitutes to the battle, and lost to the Yunge Star Clan without any suspense, pulling the Galaxy Clan, which had the opportunity to appear, into hell.

And that was the closest the Galactic Republic came to qualifying for the Battle of Skywalk, including a hundred years later.

In the star region where the Galactic Republic is located, there are a total of four races. In addition to the Galactic Terran itself, the other three are the Black Enlightenment Star Clan, the Yunge Star Clan, and the Ditu Star Clan.

Among the four races, the Black Aspiration Star Race is the strongest, and the Galactic Terran is the weakest.

When the Galactic Humans joined the Interstellar Alliance, the three races had the shortest time to conquer the Skywalker World, and it had a history of three hundred years.

And the Black Enlightenment Star Clan's conquest of Tianxing has exceeded a thousand years.

Therefore, as a newcomer, the Galactic Terran is completely behind its opponents in every aspect. Even in the interstellar competition in the early days of the conquest of Skywalk, the Milky Way people couldn't even figure out a lot of rules.

At that time, not to mention other people's national teams, even if they sent an amateur team at random, they could wipe out the Galaxy team seventeen or eighteen times.

Under such circumstances, the Galactic Terran began a difficult Celestial Expedition.

Generations of Galactic Star fighters started from scratch, and finally opened up a little situation after countless hardships.

Their footprints left the novice area of the Heavenly Dao Seaside and marched into the depths of the wider continent. Many players have joined the sect with their talent and hard work, and they have cultivated hard. One secret realm after another has been explored, and the number of dungeons in the temple has increased, and there are more and more resources.

Every once in a while, everyone will be able to change into a higher level of equipment and learn a higher level of skills.

The Temple Arena was crowded every day, and everyone studied all kinds of tactics, analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of equipment and skills, and racked their brains to study the combination of exercises.

And the national team representing the galaxy has also become stronger and stronger with the improvement of strength, the accumulation of experience, and the addition of generations of amazing and brilliant genius star fighters, and it has gradually been able to fight with other races.

Although there are still more losses and fewer wins, the Galactic Republic has shown great vitality and rapid progress to all races in the universe, and it is a thriving scene.

Even if he lost the game that almost came out that year, no one was discouraged.

The members of the clan who returned to the galaxy were treated like heroes. At that time, thousands of people were empty, and countless people were waiting in the capital, almost carrying, taking them from the airport to the capital square.

It was on that day that President Qin Xiguan ordered the statue to be erected and engraved with this sentence.

At that time, all the galactic people believed that this country, this race, would one day break out of the star sector and step on the center stage of the interstellar alliance to fight those legendary powerhouses, to tell all races in the universe, the name of this race, to write the glory of the galaxy.

But......

The light changed, and the statue with its head held high dimmed in Xia Bei's vision.

It's like being covered with a layer of dust.

Today's Galactic Republic is still the same Galactic Republic, and the number of people who have joined the Skywalker World has not decreased, but has increased. Countless guilds and countless professional clubs have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and because of the influence of the Tianxing World on thousands of industries, countless corporate consortia have entered the market.

This is the largest industry in the universe, with a complete industrial chain. Here, you can make all your dreams come true.

Get rich overnight and climb to the sky in one step.

Power, wealth, status, fame...... Become a Skywalker and you'll have everything you want. Countless people, countless money, will revolve around you.

It's a bustling world of colorful mishes.

It is far more prosperous than the world three hundred years ago when everyone just walked in, with a pair of blank eyes, and didn't even know how to put their hands and feet.

However, some things are missing.

Xia Bei passed by the statue and did not look back.

The Hall of Heroes is tall and huge. Walking in this empty hall, people are as small as ants.

On the pillars on all sides, there are all kinds of long banners, on which there are well-known superstars of Tianxing, and there are clubs that have brilliant achievements and exist like a myth on the top. And on the suspended light curtain, there is an advertisement for a certain Skywalker activity and a certain Skywalker competition.

There is a news host, who is interviewing Tianxing players. There is a screen of the Skywalk Match battle.

Colorful, dizzying.

However, none of this made the majestic hall lively, and it was too quiet compared to the bustling square outside.

Very few players enter here.

Even though his ears were full of all kinds of voices, Xia Bei seemed to be able to hear his lonely footsteps.

Xia Bei walked towards the depths of the Hall of Heroes.

Although it was only the first time he actually walked into this temple, he didn't know how many times he had seen about her construction history, about her introduction, about her photos.

He used to stare at a picture of the Hall of Heroes for hours, and he used to move his fingers along the map of the Hall of Heroes repeatedly, looking for a room that appeared in his dreams countless times.

After the main hall of the main hall, through the corridor, turn right and enter a small hall......

Along the way, one after another photos of famous star fighters, and one after another virtual screens showing their representative battles, retreated with Xia Bei's footsteps.

Xia Bei's eyes do not squint.

Even in the star-studded Hall 1, he didn't even glance at it. It wasn't until he walked into the small hall, labeled No. 7, that his pace slowed.

At this moment, Xia Bei suddenly had a feeling of homesickness.

But instead of stopping, he walked straight to the room in the small hall and stopped at a wall on the left.

Like the rest of the Hall of Heroes, there are several pictures of Star Fighters hanging on this wall, and the battle video is played on a virtual screen projected next to it.

There are a total of seven photographs on the wall.

But Xia Bei's gaze, from the beginning, only stared at two of them tightly, and never moved away.

Two photos side by side, a man and a woman.

The man is handsome and chic, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth on one side make him look a little cynical. And the woman next to her has picturesque eyebrows and smiling faces. It makes people feel close at first sight.

When he walked in here, Xia Bei's heart was beating very fast, with a hint of indescribable panic.

But when he really saw the two photos he had been thinking about for a long time, when he was really standing here, his whole person suddenly became calm.

It's just a sour and silent rush from the chest to the nasal cavity, and the eyes are suddenly red.

There was a mist in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

Xia Bei pretended to be relaxed.

"You won't let me come, but you see, I've never been an obedient child. I'm here anyway. ”

Below the photo, are two names.

The woman's name is Xia Xiaociao.

The man's name is Xiao Nannan.

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