nashuaworldcup Chapter 402 Blue Moon and Earth
Chapter 402 Blue Moon and Earth
If it is not a miracle, then everything before our eyes is almost a legend. In the history of Blue Moon, people have passed down many legends—when they look up at the sky, the blue-green planet hanging high in the sky belongs to the gods.
The Azure Republic was built on the ruins of ancient times, sheltered by city ruins left over from prehistoric times. This country, which the people of the Azure Moon considered vast, was protected by these ruins.
But after Borya Rainbow spoke with these messengers from the "sky" and was taken to the "heaven and earth," everything she saw was simply awe-inspiring.
Above them was not the "abode of the gods" in mythology, but a boundless, black ocean, an ocean from which one could neither breathe nor roam.
And carrying him was the "silver megalith" of the "messenger," a silver-white ship that defied description, its enormous size resembling a city on the move.
From any perspective, the people standing beside him, these "land people," can be considered gods.
But they call themselves human beings—they emphasize that they are “human beings, not gods,” and they have come to this blue sea to help them “escape from ignorance and truly become human.”
Only after the "Silver Boulder" actually arrived in their city did he truly understand what it meant to be a "real human being".
From the air, the vast land is neatly divided, with unimaginably tall buildings rising and falling. In comparison, the capital of the republic can hardly be called a city.
As the sun rises again over De la Leyé, the capital of Amelia, Saint-Germain gazes down upon the city and its myriad inhabitants.
For him, this was the first time he had truly seen "another kind of humanity," a humanity completely different from that of the Empire. They followed a set of values called the "proletarian world," where their nation, society, and family emphasized equality among themselves rather than loyalty to the monarch.
The seemingly young and beautiful girl named Alice Delalaye is also the leader of this country—their home planet has not even been unified yet.
His gaze suddenly fell on a square where there was a statue. He had stopped in front of that statue the night before, after receiving a mediocre but impeccable hospitality by local standards.
"Who is this monarch of yours?"
"Not a monarch."
"Which nobleman is that?"
"Not a nobleman."
"Alright then, which general or bureaucrat is it? It can't be a writer or scientist, can it?"
"neither."
He still remembered the woman who looked almost the same age as his daughter, Alice Delalaye, who only looked at him with pity.
“A long time ago, my country experienced a disaster—an earthquake.”
"This bronze statue is simply to commemorate those who sacrificed for the disaster victims, those so-called nameless people who would never have been recorded in history books before. They are the cornerstone of our society, and their sacrifices have shaped the society we are today."
Saint Ger was speechless for a moment. In the empire’s territory, in those magnificent cities, administrative districts, and vast industrial complexes, there were many statues of all kinds: emperors, crown princes, nobles, generals, and occasionally scientists and writers.
But a statue of an ordinary citizen could never appear in the center of a city.
"General, it's time for the second round of negotiations."
The adjutant pushed open the door to remind him, and he nodded. He just sighed—the empire had conquered many human civilizations, but none of them had reached the heights they had reached.
They may possess more advanced weapons and have more advanced troops, but the reason they have all of this is simply because the legacy of humanity's golden age lies beneath their feet tens of thousands of years ago.
They did indeed start those ancient war machines, but what are they human beings? What was their past like? Where is their future headed?
No one could answer it, but the Empire answered it all; the Empire once thought it was the only one who could answer it all.
but now.
General Saint-Ger knew that no matter how many rounds of negotiations there were, they would not yield unless their fleet was wiped out, their cities were razed to the ground, and their identity and society were completely destroyed.
“Miss Alice, I have gained a preliminary understanding of your society and culture, and because of this, I am certain that you will not submit to the Empire.”
The second round of discussions was pointless; the empire didn't need a neighbor, only new fiefdoms or provinces.
The so-called "diplomacy" of the United Nations of Earth in Amelansi was of no use to the Empire. General Saint-Ger looked at Alice—he had ordered his men to gather a lot of information about Alice de la Leyer—this woman was simply too intriguing.
"Therefore, there is no need for this round of negotiations, Miss Alice. I will perform my duties as the Emperor's sword."
General Saint-Germain put on his military cap—both sides stood up.
"Is that so? It's very regrettable that the descendants of humanity will eventually have to fight each other."
Alice had anticipated this—she had more tricks up her sleeve than she had imagined.
As a de facto planetary computer, Amelansi IV possessed the most advanced and cutting-edge electronic warfare capabilities even ten thousand years ago.
The newly rebuilt Amelansi Dela Leyer City's tallest building—the Amelansi People's Palace—is not only a building that houses the core node of the western continent of the Orcas system, but also serves as a super antenna.
Its skyscraper itself is a giant radio transmitter, and during the days that the Imperial delegation was negotiating, the Imperial fleet data sent, hijacked, and decoded through the planetary computer was enough to launch electronic warfare in the future.
Furthermore, the quantum communication information hijacked using advanced quantum decoding technology is a technology that the Empire has never even heard of.
"As the Secretary-General of the United Nations on Earth and the Chief Executive of the United Nations Council, I guarantee your safe departure from the United Nations star system."
"Then, the next time we meet, we'll be enemies."
It was only a matter of time before the two sides parted on bad terms, but General Saint-Ger would not leave the Amelan West Star Region in such a humiliating manner.
His Imperial Expeditionary Fleet comprised 14 warships carrying 100,000 Imperial Marines, most of whom were in cryogenic conditions but could be quickly brought into combat upon thawing.
After several days of probing, he quickly realized that the Imperial Messenger was not as rigid as he seemed. His meaning was clear: Saint Ger could certainly go ahead and conquer the star system, and the Messenger would exchange tacit approval for benefits. However, if he failed, he would bear all the responsibility himself.