Chapter 272: The Vanishing Empire

"That was one hundred and thirty-five thousand one hundred and thirty-two years ago, when our civilization's privateer fleet No. 10396 ended its fifteen-thousand-year cycle voyage and returned to the Empire via the interstellar highway. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAt that time, there were no two countries, the Ancient Dynasty and the Shakun Empire, and the Brilliant Empire and the Mingjie Federation were only two unknown sixth-level civilization settlements at that time. There is only one master of this star field, and that is the Dogon Empire, a powerful existence that has stepped into a seventh-level peak civilization and an eighth-level civilization with one foot.

But on the way back, the commander of the 10396 privateer fleet spotted a large transport fleet hastily breaking away from the interstellar highway and flying towards the Storm Star Field. Through the emblem of this transport fleet, the fleet commander identified that this fleet belonged to the royal transport fleet of the Dogon Empire.

In those days, the Storm Nebula was not what it is now. At that time, the Storm Star Domain was the main source of the Dogon Empire's spar minerals, because a large number of spar minerals fell into the three-dimensional space from time to time, making the spatial stability of this place extremely poor. When a large number of spars fall, a slight periodic space storm occurs in the star field, so this star field with a radius of 150 light years is called the storm star field.

At that time, the commander of the privateer fleet was the 109,476th generation candidate of our clan, Doze Liana, and this time she returned from outside the empire to participate in the selection of saints. The strangeness of the royal fleet of the Dogon Empire aroused Dozeliana's curiosity, because the fleet was so strange.

Not to mention the fact that there is only a poor sixth-level fleet escorting the escort, this is simply incredible. As the royal transport fleet of a powerful empire that dominates the surrounding area of hundreds of millions of light years, not to mention the hugs before and after going out, the escort of dozens or hundreds of seventh-level fleets is still necessary.

The Saint-Alternate of Dozeriana decided to change the course on the fly, hanging far behind the Royal Transport Fleet and quietly following the fleet for a long time. The privateer group is a fleet that does everything, space mining, battlefield salvage, ruin exploration, slave trade...... When conditions do not allow, we will engage in regular trade with other civilizations, and when conditions allow, we will also become star thieves to raid past civilizations.

To a large extent, the latter is the main business of the privateering group" Speaking of this, Bashale shook his slender ears in embarrassment, then swallowed a mouthful of dinosaur meat, drank a few sips of water, and patted the waves on his chest with his hand before starting the previous topic again.

"That transport fleet was fast and had a very clear destination, and after reaching the edge of the Storm Star Field, it didn't pause and plunged headlong into the Storm Star Field. The sixth-level fleet that was closely following behind the transport fleet did not pause, but instead sped up and drilled into the Storm Star Field.

This incident greatly stimulated the commander of the 10396 fleet, Dozeliana, because the sixth-level battleship was powerless against space storms. Although the Storm Star Field at that time was much calmer than it is now, it was also filled with a large number of spatial rifts. Maybe it was nothing for the seventh-level fleet at that time, but for the sixth-level fleet, it was undoubtedly a Jedi-like existence.

Something even stranger happened, the 10396 privateer fleet followed the transport fleet for more than eighty light-years, but luckily did not encounter a single spatial rift, let alone a space storm. Just one hundred and thirty-five light-years after the fleet continued to fly, something strange happened - the transport fleet and the sixth-level fleet that escorted it mysteriously disappeared. It's the kind of display that appeared on the radar display a second ago, but a second later everything mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

The 10396 privateer fleet has been inspected again and again in the vicinity of the missing star field of the Dogon Empire's royal transport team, but nothing has been found. Two months later, a terrifying space storm suddenly set off, and although the 10396 privateer fleet quickly reacted and fled quickly, in the end, only the fleet's flagship Dozeriana was lucky enough to get out of the storm star field, and the entire 10396 privateer fleet was almost wiped out.

The devastated Dozeriana returned to the Kabrika system shortly after, only to receive shocking news that the Dogon Empire had fallen overnight, and the entire empire had fallen apart and ceased to exist. Thinking of the transport fleet she had encountered before, Dozeriana immediately discovered the strangeness of it, and the Jedi that could be urgently transferred on the eve of the fall of the empire were extremely precious.

Dozeriana quickly reported the news to our then Empress Annesphine. At that time, Her Majesty was hesitating about the future fate of the Pfister Black Elves, until the Pfister privateer group was a strong military force, and in that chaotic era, with the force of the Pfister Black Elves, it was more than enough to defeat a medium-sized empire.

However, there was one condition that was very unfavorable to our people, and that was that the vast majority of the fleet of the Pfister privateer was far away at that time, because there was no way to assemble it quickly because of the sudden incident. With the strength of our clan in the Kabrika system, we have more than enough self-preservation and lack of progress.

Dozeriana's news completely diverted Annesthene's attention, and the Black Elves' thirst for wealth was far greater than that of the vast territory. At the time, Annesphaine concluded that the wealth contained within that transport fleet was staggering. It is better to seize real wealth than to sacrifice enormously to win the regime. In the minds of the Empress Annesphine, as long as our privateer fleet remains strong, whoever is in power will only curry favor with us, not give us small shoes to wear.

Subsequently, while the other races were desperately expanding their territory, the Pfister Black Elf clan spent most of their energy on those treasures. But as the investigation deepened, the reality of the situation did not make my people happy. The first fleets vanished into the Storm Domain in a short period of time. After that, the more powerful seventh-tier fleet was changed, and the ending was no different except that it lasted a little longer.

When our race was hovering on the edge of the Storm Star Domain for one hundred and fifty years, the largest space storm in history swept through the Storm Star Field, and expanded the scope of the Storm Star Domain by tens or hundreds of times. In that storm, more than 5,000 of our fleets were reduced to ashes under the terrifying space storm, and the remaining fleet suffered heavy losses and had to retreat to the Kabrika system to reconsider.

In the history that followed, the secret of the Storm Star Domain's treasures containing the destroyed Dogon Empire became our nation's top secret. Generations of elven queens received this news from the mouths of the previous generation of empresses on the day they ascended the throne, and unswervingly sent exploration fleets into it to investigate carefully.

350,000 years ago, a conspiracy against our people suddenly began. A powerful coalition attacked our privateering fleet, and in that raid, hundreds of our legions lost contact. Although we don't know who that mysterious fleet is, if we think about it carefully, the four major empires around us should all have a share, and the biggest contribution should be the Mingjie Federation.

850,000 years ago, the fierce war of annexation and hegemony came to an end, and the borders of the four empires were completely stabilized. But at that time, the most powerful military and economic strength was not the royal families of the four empires, but our Pfister black elf clan.

Since our people did not participate in the war of annexation and hegemony, our military strength was not damaged. In addition, during the war, our people sold a large number of resources to all parties in the war, and accumulated more wealth than before. At that time, it was the heyday of our race, and even the four new empires were polite to us, and the Cabrika system was more like a country within a state within the Mingjie Federation.

However, it was our self-confidence that caused us to be blind and arrogant, and as a result, we suffered a dumb loss and suffered heavy losses in that ambush. Since then, our privateering team has been suppressed by the four empires, and it has been weakened day by day. In the last thousand years, it has been weakened to the point of almost extinction.

Just before the start of this glorious battlefield, in order to save our people's crisis. I led the last of my Rank 7 fleet deep into the Storm Star Domain, hoping to unlock the buried treasures of the Dogon Empire and save our people from their imminent demise. But luck was not good, the fleet suffered heavy losses, but there was little to gain, and nothing was found except for a gray star beast egg" The story ended here, Basala wiped his mouth, burped, and lazily lay on the couch.

"Do you still have the coordinates of the location where the Dogon Empire's royal transport team disappeared?" Chen Peilin touched his chin and asked.

"Of course, but that coordinate corresponds to a star map from 1.5 million years ago, I don't know if it's accurate now. Over the years, the Storm Star Field's range has been expanding, and it's hard to gauge how big it is," Bashale thought for a moment and said honestly.

This is similar to what Chen Peilin thought. The Golden Crow fleet has been sailing at sub-light speeds in the Storm Nebula for almost five months now. Until now, the surrounding space storm has not slowed down in the slightest, and in some places it will even suddenly increase its intensity, and even the space shield of the mothership will be violently shaken by the impact.

"It's really not good, it's better to rely on Pan Jia's dimensional engine to fly over directly," Chen Peilin began to think in his heart.

"President, emergency ......" At almost the same time, Elaine and Zhang Zheng's emergency reports reached Chen Peilin's hands...... (To be continued.) )