"Is this thing Tyron?"
In the side hall of the Phoenix Palace, Soshiyang, wearing a robe, stared at the thing surrounded by four Phoenix Imperial Guards in surprise, and then looked at Veronica in a wide-sleeved long skirt beside him.
"They are not wrong, are they?"
Veronica covered her sleeve and chuckled, saying:
"I didn't believe it at first, but it said so. After examination, the druids also confirmed that it has a high similarity to the Tyran Zerg gene sequence, and it can basically be determined to be the same species."
"hiss..."
Soshiyang took a breath, walked down the steps, and came to the thing to look carefully.
At first glance, it looked like some reptile evolved. It was about three meters tall, covered with blue-gray skin with thick scales, and a kind of four-legged animal on the lower body, with strong and strong legs and a tail with raised scales. Two short thorn lines extended from the back to the end of the tail, and some kind of scarlet device was placed on the abdomen, making it look like it had a big red belly, the upper body was similar to a human shape, with two strong and powerful arms. The face was originally covered with a breathing mask that had been removed, revealing the animalistic face and sharp teeth that protruded the teeth. The two white little eyes were cunning wisdom and fear. The back of the neck was covered with metal armor, which was connected to the certain raised device behind it.
Soshiyan circled around it twice, but still couldn't see any of its relationship with Tyron. It even used technological items. Although gene stealers would also use it, the characteristics of the Tyron creatures like gene stealers are still very obvious.
Is this also a parasitic type of gene stealer?
Or is it a certain alien infected by a gene stolen?
Then Soshyan picked up a photo of Tyron's tyrant who was chained to the anatomical shelf.
"Is this you?"
The beast blinked, looked at the photo on Soshiyang's hand, and replied in a slightly weird but clear Aida language:
"It's me."
Soshyan walked across from him and placed the photo next to its face.
"Yeah?"
"yes."
As he said that, it turned his head and looked at the tyrant.
“At that time, I was still relatively thin.”
Soshiyang suddenly smiled. This thing was actually a little humorous, and he didn't believe that this thing was Tyron.
"This is not you."
"You said it wasn't me?"
"no."
"I said it wasn't me either, how could such a brainless beast be me?"
Soshiyan threw away the photo, and the thing burned into smoke in mid-air.
"Then what exactly are you?"
"Go back to His Highness Phoenix King, I am an archivist, a free treasure hunter and mercenary."
"I mean, your race."
The existence of the self-proclaimed archivist was silent for a moment and replied:
"Once Tyron."
"Hiss, I didn't understand what you said. What did Tyron mean? Can your race change at any time?"
"It is not difficult to understand. I was indeed created by the will of the nest and was once controlled by its pheromone. But a good fortune allowed me to escape from this shackles. I was able to examine myself, think, fight, and develop the power of my mind. Naturally, I was unwilling to exist as a tool and return to the digestive pool to become a pool of biomass. So I escaped and began to live for myself. I began to learn the knowledge of various civilizations in the galaxy and became fascinated by it. I named myself the archivist because this is my goal, to record the traces of those civilizations that exist now or have existed, and to build my great museum."
After listening, Soshiyang became even more curious.
"You are out of control of the nest? You seem to have mastered the psychic energy? Why did Tyron create such an unstable existence like you?"
"Because its brainless beasts are useless except to devour and fight, but we are different. Even if controlled by pheromones, we can still think and learn, communicate with other races, act as ambassadors and intelligence officers, and use minimal consumption to disintegrate all resistance on the path of the nest. We are creatures fighting with wisdom."
Soshiyang nodded thoughtfully and whispered:
"But wisdom is a forbidden fruit. Once swallowed, you will no longer be willing to be controlled. But why are there almost no records about you, whether it is the Empire or Ada?"
"After a collective awakening, I planned an action with other people who are determined to be independent. We attracted the attention of the human empire in a unique way, causing the fleet to be discovered in advance, and then forged false information about human defense weakening, luring the fleet to launch a general attack in advance. As a result, the Tyron fleet was shattered by the human empire that was prepared for a long time. We took the chaotic opportunity to escape from the control of the will of the nest. However, after escaping, we were also chased by the human empire and could only be dispersed and left a place for regular meetings. According to the human chronology, it should be the M38 period, which was three thousand years ago. Perhaps it was because of this behavior that made the Hive will completely realize that we were uncontrollable, and then changed the strategy, using a weaker, but more stable, and better controlled 'agent', a gene stealer, proved to be an extremely effective strategy."
"No wonder, the first contact with Tyron in the imperial record was five hundred years ago. Obviously, the concept of Tyron was not available before this."
Soshiyang then went around the archivist, but he always felt something was wrong.
"If you really were Tyron's creation, why are the physiological composition differences so huge? No claws, no tentacles, no chitin carapaces... Do the nests know to disguise so as not to be exposed in advance?"
At this time, Veronica also came over and said:
"The big druid Wan Pannog said a situation, and a considerable part of its genes are distinctly different from the Tyron sequence. Wan Pannog had a conjecture based on this. It was indeed made by Tyron with biomass, so it was indeed Tyron from the perspective of 'material', but its structure is likely to come from a creature swallowed by Tyron. Tyron 'copyed' them with biomass according to the template of that creature, so this completely different physiological structure was formed."
"That's true..."
Soshiyan looked back at the archivist.
"Look at you've been calm since you came here. Are you sure we won't hurt you?"
The archivist replied in a muffled voice:
"I also have a considerable understanding of Ada. As long as it is not the sadists in Comoroli, most Ada can actually be called friendly. At least compared to humans, neither Ada nor Ada will attack a stranger who is unhorified. Your moral standards are still high in this galaxy."
"Oh."
Soshiyang smiled and said to the left and right:
Chapter completed!