Faith, objectively, is a universal spiritual and cultural phenomenon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Human beings are fragile, and unknown forces often exacerbate this.

So the humans of the ancient earth believed in gods or gods.

And in this galaxy, our kindred, will believe in the Emperor, the Machine God, and even the evil beings of the subspace.

In fact, in essence, it is only because they do not understand that they are afraid. Fanaticism is the farthest distance from the truth.

And we never put our hopes in the gods.

If there is something you don't understand, then understand him, and what we believe in is reason and science.

If we are in a difficult situation, we will stand together to overcome it. What we believe in is unity and struggle.

If we are confronted with strength at the expense of thinking, we will only scoff at it, because there is no such thing as a free lunch.

When the pioneers of the Federation came to an unknown galaxy, there were no gods to help them, and they built their home from nothing.

When the Union was divided, there was no savior to show us the way, and it was our forefathers who finally came to a consensus in that long debate and left the prejudices to the old times.

When Tyron stepped into our home, it was still us, united in the destruction of the behemoth that had devoured several galaxies.

This spirit is engraved in the genetic code of every Commoner. Freedom, reason, and solidarity, if this concept can also be called faith, then they are the faith of every member of the Federation.

Looking at the surveillance video that Alpha had just loaded from the data network, my heart was extremely heavy and at the same time, I was even more sure that the Federation could never be defeated.

The self-defense team members in the video, after using up the last bullets and taking out three cultists in hand-to-hand combat, pressed a plasma bomb against the wall of the warehouse.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred.

A group of Chaos Space Marines came out, and they roared and rushed at the warrior.

And he resolutely detonated the bomb in his hand. The red-hot plasma shattered the walls of the silo and tore him to pieces.

But that's not the end.

A huge hole appeared in the wall of the warehouse, and the huge suction force directly sucked the Chaos Space Marines into the vacuum.

At this point in the video, all of us were silent.

"Alpha, pass down that person's soldier number, he's doing well."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about that."

"Why?"

"He's not a soldier, and identity verification suggests he's a biological researcher at the Pioneer Station, though he served in the Citizen Self-Defense Force."

That is, one militiaman, in a lack of ammunition, alone held back the attacking enemy for fifteen minutes and blew up the barn wall, buying Alpha time to activate the mechanical guards and the arrival of reinforcements from the Elephant.

"Madam Stationmaster, I think we should all salute this warrior for his sacrifice in exchange for the survival of the remaining 32 of you," I said, turning to look at the stationmaster of the Pioneer Station.

The stationmaster of the pioneer station was looking at the screen with tears in her eyes at this time, her long silver hair was draped over her shoulders, trembling slightly, and her originally delicate face was full of sadness at the moment. So much so that she didn't react to what I was saying to her.

(Alpha?) ）

(The captain of "Brave", Ms. Leda, is the fiancée of the fallen Mr. Simon) Alpha's originally calm voice also carried a hint of sadness.

I nodded, and walked over to Rise.

I've seen too many of these joys and sorrows.

(Alpha, upload the last area of the enemy to all members, we will slaughter them in one fell swoop this time)

I looked back at the female stationmaster who had lost her lover, and at this time another female researcher stepped forward to support her, and then the female stationmaster finally couldn't bear it anymore and hid her face and sobbed.

So, the faith that makes the Federation strong, maybe love is one of them.

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Gotham? When Keith was just a fire warrior, he had already fought many battles with Gue'la, or rather, humans.

Their technology is not advanced and they are very savage. Those ordinary human soldiers, poorly equipped and undisciplined, even rely on battlefield execution to maintain discipline.

And those tall human fanatics, they are few in number, but they are really strong in combat. But their savage fighting methods and stupid belief in the Human Emperor made Keith scoff.

So Keith himself must admit that these space marines in front of him, who claim to be from the Federation, are completely different from the humans he usually thinks.

A technical sergeant is explaining a complex equation to a group of Tu clan scientists, and according to the scientists, the application of this equation reduces the energy consumption of the orbital rifle by an average of 30 percent. Although they were very different in size, the energy of their enthusiastic discussion reminded Keith of the mentor who led the apprentices in the Academy of Sciences.

Several think tank librarians are communicating with Aqua's diplomats to unify a common communication channel and get the drones from both sides to work together.

Several of his fireblade veterans and several non-commissioned officers were exchanging infantry tactics, and it seemed that they had a common language.

This is quite a new development.

Even though Keith's mentor, the great wise Shavos, had always supported the development of co-existence with other races, in Keith's mind, few races that had developed higher intelligence could get along amicably.

Especially humans. Whether weak or powerful, the eyes of human beings when they see the people of the superior and good ways are either intense pride, greed and admiration. And in the eyes of these humans, there is only plainness and silence, which calmly confuses Keith, and this is what Keith is deeply puzzled about.

"You seem to be a little tired, but if you don't mind, I think you're a good listener." Company Commander Tyrrell walked over. Unlike the intricate ornaments of the Imperial Space Marines, Tyrell wears no ornamental armor, with nothing to call it ornamental except for the rank on his shoulders and the insignia on his arms.

But the armor on his body, which flowed with a mysterious silver-white light, and the beautiful design of the armor itself, had greatly compensated for this shortcoming. In terms of style, this armor is actually quite close to a titanium combat suit, but the two are completely different from each other internally.

"No, I'm just amazed that my people are friendly with you. After all, in the absence of a common enemy, those Imperial compatriots of yours are always fighting against us. ”

Then I turned my head and pointed the monitor on the head of my suit at the tall warrior.

"With all due respect, my mentor believes in you, and your performance so far shows that you are different. But I didn't trust you so easily, after all, I've seen too many human lies. ”

I expected him to be angry, to bark at me, or at least to walk away silently, but he just laughed, very sincerely.

"I understand that lying is always one of the root of human inferiority," and then he looked at the sky as if thoughtfully, and then said to me, "There should be time before action, do you mind if you tell me a story?" That would be a long story. ”

"Listen," I nodded, not feeling a little expectant

"That was when I was 16 years old......