"The old man is the last hope of a civilization, because only they remember that the sun was once free. - "Black Sun"

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A conscription cruiser hovered in the stratosphere of the summer star. Its shadow casts over the idyllic city, turning day into night in the College District.

Graduating cadets rush to apply for the Fleet Officer Examination. When Pastoral pushed the window to take a look, he saw that there was a lot of traffic downstairs, the college seemed to be wrung out as a sponge, and the graduates flowed all over the street.

Madrigal quickly stuffed the "Black Sun" he was reading into his school bag, hurriedly sorted out the enlistment papers, held the student files, rushed out of the empty dormitory, squeezed into the crowd, and boarded the 500-person transport boat for conscription.

The boat shook slightly, then slowly lifted into the air.

Madrigal pressed her face against the glass, overlooking the messy academy. He saw a clear stream parting the sea of people, it was the girls of the Rose Military Academy entering the space elevator in an orderly manner, and everyone else consciously gave way out. They excitedly sat into the elevator according to the arrangement, fastened their seat belts, and with a burst of excited screams, the elevator "swished" into space, as if a cannonball disappeared into the blue sky.

"Don't look at it, people graduated from prestigious schools, and they report directly to the fleet headquarters. Unlike us, if you apply for an army, you have to be picky. A lazy voice floated from the right-hand side.

Pastoral glanced at the person who spoke, and found that the kid said "don't look at the girl", but his eyes were staring at the graduates of the Rose Military Academy in line, and he looked lonely. Madrigal ignored him.

"Look, the girl with the ceremonial knife. The kid suddenly turned around and grabbed the glass and licked his lips: "The relationship of all evils, the first place in the Rose Military Academy, was awarded the Valkyrie War Sword by the principal at the graduation ceremony, and the promotion candidate was determined." Probably no one can be promoted faster than her. ”

Hearing the word "promotion", Pastoral also turned his head to look down at the space elevator. The girl with the ceremonial knife had just finished maintaining order and walked into the elevator with her head held high, and the reflection of the butterfly hairpin seemed to have slashed at his vision. Her black hair was fluttering, and her short skirt was rippling on her stockings.

"I don't know how good it looks in a Valkyrie uniform. The kid next to him swallowed through the window.

"You also reported to the Army? Congratulations on missing out on her. "Pastoral has a poisonous tongue. The distance between the army warrior and the fleet warrior is more distant than the earth and the starry sky.

This is mentioned in the Promotion Guide. "Don't be envious. It reads, "Envy them makes you afraid to give out of despair." Promotion is a long-distance race, and if you stop to catch your breath, you will never be able to finish the whole race. Close your eyes, effort is the only variable. "The editor is clearly well aware of the Rose Military Academy privileges and the fleet selection system.

This "Promotion Guide" is written in solar dust, and it records the shortcuts and loopholes in the selection of generals in the Temple of the God of War. It can definitely help a soldier to become the master of the army with a saber, and in the era of "information asymmetry", its value is inestimable. Although the author is unknown and cannot be disclosed, Madrigal feels that this rare handwritten book is more precious than 100,000 baht, and as one of the relics, it is more likely to be related to his background. He had already read the book in its entirety. The golden printed words are deeply imprinted in the mind of the madrigal.

"Hey, hey, hey, when I make a great achievement, move up three levels in a row, climb from a one-star warrior to a one-star Valkyrie, and then I can serve in the fleet with Li Zi - maybe I can take a picture and lick it. The kid sat down and rubbed his hands, and looked at Mu Ge with a smile: "My name is Chen Guangwu, and I applied for the Meteor Warrior Regiment in the army. What about you?"

"Pastoral, apply for the Meteor Samurai Regiment. Pastoral shook hands with Guangwu: "Same year." ”

"They are brothers in the same class, and they should take care of them when they go to the battlefield. Guangwu took out an entangled crystal, like tilting his head to stare at a microscope, squinting at the crystal: "The civilization I domesticated has not yet been civilized, and it can only be cannon fodder on the battlefield." As soldiers, we have to take care of each other to have a chance. ”

Madrigal is clear about what he is talking about "opportunity". He felt that Guangwu was also an ambitious person.

"I'll show you my fiefdom. It is located thirty light-years from its parent planet. How amazing, with a single crystal, you can raise a people that you can't usually see. Guangwu showed off his wealth, and he handed the entanglement crystal to Mu Ge: "It's worth 200,000 baht." ”

The word "feeding" pricked the madrigal's ears. He remembered the Great Xia Dynasty in "Black Sun" who fought to recapture the sun. The Xuanhe Dynasty formed by a rudimentary system, the indignant roar of a backward nation, and the humble civilization carved a knife in history. No one would endure an eternal solar eclipse, and the Great Xia civilization chose to declare war on injustice. Pastoral felt that these short-lived civilizations were not just plants raised by the gods. It is a magnificent epic in the universe. And even if the Sun King Faun is destroyed, it is worth following with all his heart.

Pastoral is fascinated by the "cultivation of civilization". He also wanted to buy the Entangled Crystal, but the loan had not yet been approved. He took the crystal enviously and looked down at the person in the crystal.

An ancient continent blooms in the crystal. Madrigal poured his gaze into the crystal, and his sea of consciousness fell into the firmament, as if incarnated as a god and a sea of clouds, overlooking the cheering people on the ground.

"God is watching us! Oh my God, the sacrifice has been revealed!" The little people on the continent were wrapped in straw skirts, singing and dancing in uncovered clothes, and then they fell to their knees, scrambling to bow and worship, and screamed one after another: "God's eyes are on the earth! God, let the rainy season come soon!"

Madrigal returned the entanglement crystal to Guangwu and said bitterly, "You also need to buy Guangchen to transform your fiefdom, at least to make the rain more abundant." The light there is too strong, and although it is said that after the formation of civilization, it can harvest a prime-age sun for you, but mortals are prone to extinction in ancient times. If you are not careful, a drought will reset civilization. ”

"Reaping the sun" is the ultimate reward for domesticating civilization. When domesticated civilizations enter the age of technological explosion, their elites will follow God's will to build the "spectacle of the end"—the Black Sun. That is, to build countless artificial celestial bodies to bind the sun, so as to contribute the light and dust of the entire sun to the pantheon. And the god who domesticates the civilization can be promoted to the main god of war, calling a whole sun at any time, and the divine power is endless, defeating the rebellion and winning all battles, and becoming a famous general who dominates the universe. Their class was reverently called the sun god.

The sun, which is bound by the "spectacle of the end", will not be observable and will become a dark patch in the universe. Standing on the planet and looking up, you will see an eternal total solar eclipse, only to see a thick silhouette hanging in the cold starry sky, and the cold wind will send the cloudy smell of history, smelling like the vicissitudes of iron and zinc ions - this unique smell always lingers on the blood stains and steel bars, throughout history, full of desolation.

It takes a large population to build the Wonders of the End, and the dividends it brings are often monopolized by the divine realm, and the civilizations that build the wonders instead endure endless winters due to the lack of thermal radiation. When vassal civilizations realize that their poor manpower in the galaxy has exacerbated the cruelty of exploitation, they often wake up from their worship of the gods and rebel in order to regain control of the spectacle of the end. Most of their endings are miserable, because "civilization reset" is one of the signature businesses of the God of War Temple, and it is even included in the scope of performance appraisal.

The rebellion continued repeatedly, and a generation of famous generals even abandoned the lofty "sun god" identity, proclaimed himself the "sun king", openly dismantled the "final wonder", and had a fierce battle with the counterinsurgency fleet. The rebellion of the Faun almost shook the foundation of the divine realm and pushed the rebellion to a new stage.

After learning the lessons of the civil war, the divine realm implemented a system of strict control over population growth, and the review of "insurgent tendencies" was included in the evaluation of promotions. So even though the Andromeda Galaxy has 400 billion stars, the size of the sun god fluctuates in more than 400 places.

"Princes who do not have feudal towns are not called princes, they are called house arrest. A god without a vassal is not called a god, but a strong man. The Promotion Guide grimly, "Domesticating a vassal civilization is highly recommended." ”

The vassal civilization is the personal soldier of the gods and a necessary condition for advancing to the sun god. So poverty became the original sin of the pastoral. To be honest, Madrigal couldn't even afford an entanglement crystal, and he was a little jealous of Guangwu in his heart. So he spoke a little straight, reminding Guangwu that "your primitive civilization may die".

Guangwu didn't say anything, took out his mobile phone and swiped it twice, paid two thousand baht, and his soft armor was covered with a waterfall of light particles. The light particles were like tiny bubbles in golden syrup, slowly flowing on Guangwu's body. These two thousand particles of light are called "light dust", which is the essence extracted from the sun, like a smooth golden quicksand, and has the dual properties of waves and particles, and is the ultimate power given by the sun to the divine realm.

Until the Age of Exploration, the gods still enjoyed the freedom to cultivate their fighting spirit. After entering the federal era, the idea of democracy and freedom was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the first decision of the referendum was to use financial theory to govern civilization, standardize the management of douqi, and successfully realize the materialization and monetization of douqi, and named it "Guangchen".

"Two thousand light dust has arrived. The phone said delicately. Exclamations rang out, and the recruits in the entire cabin stared at Guangwu.

Guangwu used his fingertips to pick up a lock of light dust and connected it to the entangled crystal. The light dust "slipped away", was sucked into the crystal, and through the space-time entanglement effect, it was instantly synchronized to the fiefdom thirty light years away.

Madrigal's eyes widened, and he saw the little man on the planet spinning happily in the pouring rain, stretching out his arms to receive the gift of the gods. The gods manipulated the climate of the fiefdom with light dust.

An old man who looked like a witch doctor kowtowed frantically under the wooden totem, extremely religious.

"This light dust will work for a while. Guangwu said as he put away the crystal.