"Uncle, are you saying that the end of the last generation of human beings will become the trigger for the catastrophe of this generation?" Jonny interjected, and his words obviously startled both Cornell, who was staring at the news, and Roger, who was leaning to the side in thought.

"You can piece it together from my gibberish?" Cornell said in surprise.

"Roger, you have to learn from Jonny on this." He immediately taught his son like an ordinary father.

"Yes, yes, learning, learning." Roger pouted impatiently.

"Uncle just said that the fact that everyone is ignoring, so I thought of this." Jonny explained.

"Exactly, exactly." Cornell nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining. "The origin of mankind, the truth of destruction, the cyber people carried the 'Origin Seed' to the Martial Emperor in order to save, hundreds of years have passed, but we, the survivors of the next generation, have all chosen to completely forget that period of the past, this is really amazing to everyone, not to mention the other races of the Silver Alliance, this kind of self-deception ability of our human beings is really going to be the best in the universe."

"It's not that you choose to forget, but that you can't find it." Jonny remembered Romon at the moment. The Titanis, a well-educated man who was loved by Newton's top students, once gave him the most reasonable explanation a few years ago.

"Is there no trace? Not necessarily......" Connell shook his head. "The unexplained defeat of the cybers, the mysterious disappearance of the starship, and the rapid formation of the Android Sea, there is no shortage of capable people in this world who can connect all these things together and realize the truth, but they just don't want to accept and believe a simple fact: despicable and shameful betrayers, but they can make such a cruel sacrifice regardless of their previous suspicions."

"Or maybe it's just an unquenchable fear." Hearing this, Jonny couldn't help but throw out his own opinion. "People can't accept that the reappearance of that old dream of destruction is still close at hand."

"Maybe." Cornell sighed and muttered, beside him, a confused Roger. Clark frowned, and suddenly interjected in the middle of their conversation.

"What truth?" He asked, confused. "What is the old dream of destruction?" He stared blankly at Johnny, then at Cornell.

"The stargate in the Android Sea, the direction of the Cyber Starship." Cornell told him, and Jonny looked at his friend and nodded slightly.

"Another stargate? A sea of bombs? Roger didn't seem to understand, he blinked, and suddenly opened his eyes in the next moment. Beelzebub! The one the little fairy was talking about...... Beelzebub! He exclaimed.

"Impossible, how could it be? You're guessing. Roger raised his face and smiled, his laughter messy, his face reluctant.

"As the son of the hero who can stop the demon king in the prophecy, your reaction is indeed not happy." Cornell shook his head at his son.

"So that prophecy is true!" Roger began to speak incoherently.

"Who knows, but that's clearly true, I mean a reasonable explanation, if it was indeed a force that destroyed the original world of humanity, then what reason would he give up on this one?" Jonny also said.

"Demon King...... Destruction ......" Roger stood up and paced back and forth in the small cable car, which couldn't help but shake slightly in the vehicle on which the three of them were sitting.

"Hey...... Feed...... Boy, I have a slight fear of heights! Cornell was slightly frightened to tell the truth, it turned out that he did not dare to look out at the scenery for this reason.

The ascent slows down, and the cable car is now at the top of the mountain, the platform is steep, the transfer station is built on a cliff, the approach bridge is raised outward, the rope extends inward, and the bright cave promenade is onward, and the automatic floor connecting the platform carries many visitors to the station to move deeper into the promenade, and not far away it turns upward.

The door of the cable car at the station automatically slid open to one side, and Roger was the first to emerge from it, and the blonde continued to pace on the platform, babbling as he spoke.

"It's over, it's over." He looked anxious as Jonny leaned back to support a pale-faced Cornell. Clark then stepped out of the cable car.

"This bastard boy who doesn't know anything about the importance of it, as if he can save the world by walking back and forth." Cornell laughed and scolded as he walked.

"It's really something that no one can easily accept." Jonny was explaining for his friend.

"What about you? How long ago did you realize all this? Cornell asked him curiously.

"And not soon." Jonny replied lightly.

In fact, since a few years ago, when he had read a lot of books about the Martial Emperor Galaxy, Jonny had already had a conjecture about the formation of the Android Sea.

Coming from another world, without preconceived prejudices, he can naturally rationally analyze the war between man and machine that took place hundreds of years ago.

He found out the few words that were not taken seriously from the overwhelming chapters that sang the praises of mankind's victory over the cybermen, and in the books of the cyber sympathizers and scholars who were deliberately suppressed by the Yinmeng authorities, he found many doubts in the official historical texts.

As a fifteen-year-old boy who was confused and ignorant when he first arrived, he gradually learned everything about the world in his own way from nothing for more than a year and still as a hobby, and he searched for the puzzle pieces that could piece together the complete truth from the voracious reading of a huge amount of information. And he now thinks deeply of the sentence that history is written by the victors.

A war process that was created out of nothing, and could even be said to be quite unreasonable, and a shameless one-way war process, until it inexplicably defeated the opponent and ended hastily. In Jonny's eyes, this cyber war, which has been fought for decades, is very much like a battle of faith to exclude dissidents, and the faith culture that has been faithfully passed on by cyber people in the previous generation has taken root in people's hearts and bore the fruit of confusion step by step.

From the initial worship, respect, and trust to jealousy, doubt, and hatred, these mechanical beings who cultivated a new human world with their own hands were finally defeated by the influence of those illusory gods.

What you see is not as good as you want, what is real is not as dreamy, Jonny sighs in his heart, and silently makes a conclusion about the wrong war that once was.