Chapter 110 - Chapter 11o: The End of the Watcher
Chapter 11o: The End of the Watcher
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The rings that had almost put the entire galaxy in danger had been destroyed.
Many civilizations that had survived the disaster had yet to recover from their shock. Even when the signal of the last ring disappeared from the territory of the Lost Beehive Empire, they were still trying their best to mobilize for war, vowing to fight the ring.
The Administrator had only issued an announcement before the elimination of the Ring. After the elimination, they quietly withdrew their fleet and continued to stay in a corner of Milky Way.
It was only after a few weeks that the civilizations realized that everything seemed to have returned to normal.
However, this crisis still had a huge impact on the entire Milky Way.
Countless people had investigated every trace of the Duncan Race and confirmed that the entire civilization had become a speck of dust in history. Only then did a sense of urgency quietly arise.
With the happiness of the entire galaxy after the crisis was resolved, many civilizations that had been at odds with each other reached a consensus to work together and signed various trade agreements, scientific research agreements, and even mutual defense agreements that were beneficial to both sides.
The flames of war in the galaxy fell into silence for a while, except for a few civilizations that had been completely infected by the fanaticism of revenge, as well as the Watcher and the Voyager who were having a great time fighting.
The discussion of the war between the two lost empires had already become much less heated.
In the past, many civilizations had tried their best to ignore the losses caused by the Lost Empires fighting on their own territory. However, after the Administrator resolved the settlement incident, all the civilizations hated the actions of the two Lost Empires, and they cursed them in secret.
Although the Duncan race was hated by many civilizations because they had brought about doomsday, there were still some civilizations that had once been friendly with them trying to find possible survivors.
Other than that, there were also some interstellar historians who were trying their best to restore the history of the Duncan race through the remaining information and various ruins.
The fall of every interstellar civilization would be recorded by someone. The Milky Way was so vast, and it was fate that they could meet each other.
Even the race that was eliminated by the alliance, the mysophobic Pegchitti, was still recorded in the most widely circulated history book in the Milky Way, “The Rise and Fall of the Galaxy”.
Perhaps, after a hundred thousand, a million, or even ten million years, the “The Rise and Fall of the Galaxy” would become the dust of history, and the people and civilizations who recorded history would have vanished into thin air.
But at least for now, their traces would be left behind.
Some people had already left the Milky Way stage, but new dancers would come on stage to maintain the never-ending stage.
“So, time is almost up.”
The high priest of the Watcher left the temple after a long time and strolled through the city that was filled with various religious symbols and characteristics.
Along the way, many believers recognized him and greeted him piously.
This current generation Saint of the Watcher also had a lofty status among his believers.
He had once improved those extremely vile doctrines so that the believers who had to work their entire lives would no longer have to suffer.
He had also interpreted the Oracle from a new perspective, allowing the ignorant to suddenly see the light and refer to him as the “great sage” from the bottom of their heart.
It could be said that when he felt that he could be freed, his statue would also be placed in the “Walled Garden” of the Holy Lands and be worshipped for thousands of years. However, there were no Holy Lands left.
“Saint, can you enlighten me?” Someone made a praying gesture and asked the high priest for guidance.
The high priest had a smile on his face, and a few words from him were enough to make people understand.
Every step he took seemed to be accompanied by light. Even the flowers on the roadside seemed to be blooming because of his arrival.
After walking around the temple, he returned to the gate and looked up at the sky.
The clear sky looked normal, but the birds that were once regarded as “lucky beasts” had not appeared here for a long time.
The light of the star crossed vast distances to reach here, illuminating the shadow behind the high priest and extending into the dark temple.
Everything seemed normal, but it was filled with an unknown, surging darkness.
“It’s about time…” he muttered to himself and then returned to the temple. The moment the door closed, it was as if he had entered an eternal darkness.
At this moment, the Void Realm Siphon in the three former Holy Lands began to shake violently.
The facilities used to store psionic energy on the spot also cracked in the process, and an almost tangible psionic tide quickly overflowed and soon surrounded the entire planet.
This strange movement instantly attracted the attention of the guards here, but before they could get close, they heard some kind of loud noise.
The tremendous psionic energy that surrounded the Holy Land suddenly exploded. Caught off guard, countless battleships belonging to the Watcher were blown away and broken into several pieces.
However, this wasn’t the most serious thing. The most serious thing was that everyone seemed to have heard some kind of whisper.
This applied even to their vassal civilizations. The civilizations that were attacking were all stunned, and then all of them looked at the sky in disbelief, as if they wanted to see through countless galaxies and arrive at the mother planet of the Watcher.
This was because they sensed a familiar fluctuation that had appeared not long ago.
The weird purple mist still shrouded every colony planet of the Watchers, just like what happened to the the Duncan Race in the past.
The believers in these places all looked at the sky, not knowing what was going on.
They were all focused on their cultivation and were unaware of the big event that happened in the Milky Way some time ago.
However, the vassal civilizations of the Watcher were different. These people who were active in the Milky Way had witnessed what happened in the territory of the Duncan Race.
They began to curse their mother nation, but they were powerless against the purple mist that quickly enveloped their planet.
They didn’t understand why “every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt has its owner”, but they had to face the settlement as merely vassals.
The space fleet of the Watcher seemed normal, but if one looked into the cabin of the battleships, they would also see the strange purple mist that was making people disappear.
The fleets that were besieging the Voyager had lost control at the same time. Some of them crashed directly onto the planet along with gravity, which made the defending army of the Voyager not know what had happened for a moment.
In the Milky Way, other thriving civilizations also detected the signal that they had marked and immediately entered a state of war mobilization.
Although they believed that the Administrator would make a move, they had to be prepared.
Zachlan, who was still plotting something on a certain planet, also stopped at this moment and looked at the sky.
He was expressionless, as if he had already known what the outcome would be.
He had already made complete mental preparations and had no leeway in dealing with this matter.
The void realm encompassed every colony planet of the Watcher, but this time, the End of Reincarnation did not complete the transformation in an instant like it had done to the Duncan Race.
It was as if he needed to savor this ancient civilization slowly.
This was an unprecedented power.
It had a long history, strong technology, a saturated population, and an incomparably delicious soul that had been tempered thousands of times.
All the believers were stunned at this moment, but surprisingly, no one was angry or cried. Instead, they all looked at the sealed temple silently.
Psionic energy linked them together, but they could no longer sense the existence of the person in the temple.
The moment the void realm enveloped them, the believers realized what was going on.
However, the anger and betrayal only ignited a little before returning to silence.
They felt that this had been their sin all along, and they deserved this punishment.
The Watcher, who had once flourished in the footsteps of the Enlightened Ones, even going so far as to engage in a war with another civilization, had long fallen over a long period of time.
The ascetics seemed to be following the Oracle, but in fact, every one of them had forgotten their original goal. Even the Holy Land had been tarnished under their self-hypnosis.
These planets had always been the places that they admired and should protect the most, but now they had also become the victims of a certain desire.
All the believers closed their eyes and recalled their lives. Finally, their thoughts gathered on the Holy Lands.
They were supposed to protect these places in the first place.
The mist shrouded the area, and all consciousness was cut off at the same time.
Massive psionic energy was gathering, but it did not form rings, and instead was surging toward the temple.
The spiritual energy overflowing from the Holy Lands gathered toward the temple under the guidance, too. From the universe, they looked like countless purple ribbons.
All of this was witnessed by the high priest.
At this moment, the statue of the “Saint” that he had brought from the Holy Land was still in front of him.
This sculpture was strangely undamaged, and it was the most special sculpture that represented the Enlightened Ones.
The high priest had brought it back for some kind of memorial.
“Enlightened Ones, in that case, I should be able to go to your side, right?”