"The Prophet?" Melos looked suspicious, and suddenly a stranger popped out of him, and came to the door without warning, saying that he could predict the future, he had never seen this road before, what kind of thing?!

Melos was skeptical, his first reaction was disbelief, he looked playful, and said, "You can see through the future, so do you know what I will eat tomorrow morning?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe in my identity, you just have to listen, time will verify whether I am right or not."

Ignoring Melos's banter, Han Xiao began his own performance, pretending to be profound and unpredictable, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"The contradiction has been revealed, and it will not be long before the patron saints of your race will be divided, and from then on, Sunil's dream of revival will be shattered forever, and the evil will exhaust your resources and hopes, so that you can only seek help, and henceforth embark on the path of vassalage, becoming a subordinate race of other higher civilizations. The people of the clan are scattered to live in different cities, the centripetal force gradually disappears, lingering, clinging to the strong, slowly losing the inheritance and spirit, your past has become written, recorded in the textbooks and history books of higher civilizations, and your descendants can only understand the history of their own clan through words, becoming another withered race in the vast universe......"

His wording is deliberately ambiguous, and the prediction is meant to give people a vague, hazy feeling, and when it actually happens, the recollection of the prophecy will give a feeling of sudden realization or regret. Han Xiao naturally understands the future direction of the Sunil race, this group does not perish in a physical sense, but it is another form of "extinction".

Spirituality, culture, thought, history, these are the accumulation of the heritage of the evolutionary process of a race from ignorance to wisdom, thinking in the process of development, and deriving the answer that belongs to the group itself, these invisible and intangible things make a race can be called "civilization", like the foundation of a building, the resonance of all individuals of a race, and the pillar of supporting the centripetal force of the nation. Beasts are also divided into different races, but no one has ever called them "civilized".

The Sunil tribe is a troubled civilization, the superpower is their patron saint, the tribe is grateful for their dedication, but there is no extra resources to reward them, and they must rely on the superpower to recover, but it is the endless dedication that makes the contradiction gradually surface, in the previous life, some superpowers can no longer bear it, feel that benevolence is the best of righteousness, choose to abandon the country and abandon the family, pursue "freedom", abandon the race they regard as a burden, indulge in lust in the starry sky, and regard it as a new destination.

The Sunil tribe was devastated, originally every time they experienced a catastrophe, the loss was acceptable, the strength of the clan was still slowly recovering, and the high-level was looking forward to the day when the hardships came, but when the patron saint of the clan was divided, the situation plummeted, and the loss of the evil began to be greater than the accumulation of the clan, and it became more and more difficult.

The Sunil do not have the resources to relocate, so they can only ask for help, but even if they have enough resources, they will not do so. There are all kinds of evil forces circling in the interstellar space, and the fallen civilization is a fragrant prey, leaving Godora's protection, greater dangers will follow, such as large scavengers, slave traders, etc., there is no shortage of such examples: the hard-line slave traders in the background make an action to exterminate a group, only keep a certain individual, and speculate on the price of "extinct species" as a reason. There are also evil camps that exterminate the genocide, in order to complete some kind of ritual or simply to obtain satisfaction.

Order maintains the basic balance of the universe, but it cannot expel all evil.

Eventually, the Sunil received Godora's military assistance and migrated again, and Godora dispersed the Sunir and sent a long-term garrison to "protect", and with Godora's various targeted decisions and the effect of time, the Sunil people were assimilated and the Sunil "civilization" died out.

The three cosmic civilizations agreed on a treaty prohibiting aggression against the lower civilizations, but the war never ended, but there was no gunsmoke. The carnival, lively, and orderly universe is only the surface, and there are hidden civilizational ambitions that are either flamboyant or forbearing, and every civilization harbors the illusion of becoming a hegemon. It is not allowed to conquer low-level civilizations with war, then assimilate them, even the civilization of the order camp is not good men and women, even Godora, who advocates pure-blood, will cultivate vassal races.

The rise and fall of your civilization is your own business, you want to continue the race, but others don't care, and will take the opportunity to kill you, every day, there will be a race or civilization in a corner of the universe that will perish, what if there is one more of you? At most, send someone to record the history of this ethnic group, and become a conversation after tea and dinner, or a dispensable record.

There are some interstellar programs that like to report on the plight of civilization, and the selling point is to arouse the audience's resonance and sympathy, but it is a very slim luxury to expect others to put compassion into action. In the final analysis, the Sunil is just one of thousands of ordinary civilizations, and they are not qualified to be treated specially, and this is a broken star ring, which can be seen on the edge of the universe, remote and wild, and the active people are scavengers, outcasts, mercenaries, and other vulture-like pragmatics.

What's more, Darkstar attacks various low-level civilizations in order to consume Godora's resources, and if a troubled civilization is able to stand on its own and recover from Godora, how can Darkstar sit idly by and watch a Godora's ally be born.

Han Xiao told Melos these contents in vague words, so that he could understand that the future of the Sunil clan was bleak.

"Why do you think I'm interested in telling me this?" Melos was careless, raised his head and took a sip of wine, looking like a drunkard who cares about the end of the world tomorrow, and is drunk today.

"Because I saw the end of you, many things could have been avoided." Han Xiao smiled slightly.

Melos put down his glass and wondered, "What is my end?" ”

Although he didn't believe that Han Xiao was a so-called prophet, most people would be curious about their future, and just now Han Xiao was right, Melos wanted to know how this guy would "predict" his fate.

Han Xiao stopped, smiled, and said, "When you believe that I am a prophet, I will tell you." ”

"I'm already convinced." Melos quickly changed his tune.

"If you really believe it, I welcome you to take the initiative to come to me in the future."

Han Xiao smiled, it was useless for him to play tricks.

Melos is the protagonist of the Sunil plot, according to this person's experience, Han Xiao thinks that there is a chance to kidnap this protagonist, the current Melos is still an escapist drunkard, and he can't afford to be the "protagonist of the plot" painting style, his "role" has not yet been launched, and Han Da Technician's pretending to be a ghost is specifically aimed at Melos's future changes, leaving a deep impression.

You can't have only one "NPC" in your own camp, you must expand the cadres, and Melos is the first target to test the waters.

At this moment, a quarrel suddenly sounded in the corner of the bar, and one of them had a big belly, obviously drunk, and had a conflict with the drinking buddy next to him, and seemed to talk about the topic of ethnic survival, because of differences of opinion.

The drinking friend said angrily: "You don't understand the fart, all this is Godora's calculation, deliberately moving us to a dangerous planet, how can they not understand the real environment of this planet!" Godora just wants us to beg him! ”