The wheels of this era were cut off thin tree stumps with stone axes. In order to maintain a similar diameter, it also required a lot of processing, which required a lot of processing tools and labor. Therefore, the Obedes were surprised when they saw wheels made by the Imperial Army with wheel hubs, spokes and other components. This means that the "angels" were not only mysterious (because of power armor and weapons), but also powerful (because of height and width), wisdom (religious stereotypes), but also wealthy enough to squander a large number of stone axes to process the wheels. The Obedes were very curious about how this was done, and no amount of religious worship could offset the desire for a better life, so they begged the high priest.

The high priests expressed their approval in words and gestures they did not understand.

The old men of the Obed Farming Tribe (actually in their thirties) thought this was a certain ritual symbol, and they had the same sacred power as the words they poked on the mudboard with reed poles or the patterns drawn by their ancestors in the cave. Before the real books appeared in the Mesopotamia, these old men were the most knowledgeable people of each farming tribe - they knew when to sow, when to harvest, how to select seeds, dig irrigation and drainage channels, how to domesticate animals, build houses and even make wine. All Obedienabled young men enthusiastically invited the high priest to stay overnight.

When he woke up the next day, Captain Miller realized that he had made a huge mistake.

It was not because of the wood chips on his head, nor because he was willing to teach these early humans that made crafts that were more than this era, but because he realized that he despised these early humans too much. Although they had never had the rich knowledge that humans had in the information explosion era in the future, they were extremely proficient in certain social engineering methods. Captain Miller was surprised to find that last night he could not remember the possible consequences of teaching more advanced craftsmen to the Obed people, which must have something to do with the barley beer porridge that Obed women kept putting in front of him. This was the first time he had received a bribe in nearly fifty years of life, or when he was completely unaware of it, he could only walk to the imperial guards with amusement and ask whether this effect would cause a butterfly effect.

Hammurabi, who had been monitoring Captain Miller all night, lowered his head and looked at the mortal indifferently.

Hammurabi already knew everything, and the Imperial Guard was still thinking about whether Captain Miller would do something out of line. After all, from his attitude towards the emperor, such a person would not take the rules seriously. The Imperial Guard has general highest priority. Hammurabi can decide the development of the incident while ensuring that the emperor's purpose is not affected. Captain Miller's talent and courage are indeed worthy of admiration, but all it takes to cultivate a qualified warship captain and space combat commander is time and resources. Captain Miller is not that irreplaceable - that is, if Hammurabi thinks that Captain Miller has seriously interfered with the plan, then he can clear out this disobedient mortal on the spot, and even the emperor will agree with his behavior.

"You did not keep my Lord's warning in mind."

Hammurabi's tone was cold. After many days of getting along, Captain Miller already knew that these three-meter-tall super warriors did not have the intense emotions that many humans should have. "No, it will not cause any impact. Since archaeology did not discover crafts beyond this era in the Obed era, it proves that the knowledge you are about to teach will not spread."

Captain Miller realized the hint in the imperial guard's words.

"You mean, they will... die?" He suddenly felt a little unacceptable.

This is a group of enthusiastic and simple people. Although the bribery methods are very clumsy, they are a group of people who live seriously. Even if they only get along for one night, Captain Miller found that he had sincerely fallen in love with these humans. At least there will be no inexplicable racial unscrupulous rules here, and they will not have different opinions because of their skin color. This kind of thing gradually increases as his social status gradually increases, but he can still get from the disdain behind the friendly masks of the Pentagon and White House officials, as if he is some useful political tool rather than a human.

"Is there any way we can?" he couldn't help asking.

"What human civilization continues is not bloodline, but civilization. The demise of civilization means genocide."

This time, Hammurabi was a little serious. This was his professional topic. As a huge topic to study the continuation of human civilization, it was just a preliminary study, so he wrote no less than fifty professional papers for this.

"The Ottoman Turkey learned art and politics from the Persians, religion and science from the Arabs. The Palace of Wisdom has been destroyed, but knowledge and culture are still passed down. I will use an example that you can understand intuitively, and the education you receive in this regard is missing."

Although he knew that Hammurabi did not have any sarcastic thoughts, Captain Miller could not help rolling his eyes, but he did not wait for the expected cold, straightforward answer or some obscure noun. Hammurabi used an example that was very close to life.

"Blues music is a combination of traditional music brought to the American continent by African slaves and traditional American white music, jazz is a combination of traditional African music with Lagtime in central Missouri, and rhythm and blues is a combination of jazz, Protestant evangelical white music and blues music. Rock music absorbs blues, rhythm and blues, white country music, as well as jazz and European classical music."

"Is this a comfort? Why are you suddenly humane?"

"This is a fact that the continuation of civilization is told to short-sighted mortals." Hammurabi said calmly. "In addition to isolated island civilization, every civilization will have a certain degree of integration with other civilizations. Civilization will not end. Human civilization is a collection of civilizations of all races. Music loved by young people on the streets of London in the 1980s also exists genes from faraway Africa. Captain Miller, ancient civilizations will always be passed down through singing and stories. I suggest you pick up the data board I handed over to you last night and start learning, where everything you need."

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"Yes, including making wheels. You'd better hurry up and draw on everything you need, and now your short lifespan isn't going to complete all plans."

"I don't know what your master has plans." Captain Miller raised his head and waved the data board on his hand. "Do you know?"

The Imperial Guard had no answer.

The soft morning sunlight slapped on the golden armor with the steam evaporated from the damp soil, and the crimson robe swayed in the warm breeze of six thousand BC. Captain Miller turned around and narrowed his eyes to look at the water flashing in the distance. Even standing here, he could still hear the roaring water of the Euphrates River. Suddenly, he didn't want to say anything, until this moment, he realized that he was truly standing on the land imagined by mankind in the twenty-first century that had never claimed to be a civilization. Eight thousand years later, the Euphrates River was not as surging as it is now. Everything that he could see and everything that he had not seen in the future would turn into a barren desert under the destruction of time.

The fire of civilization is burning dullly on this land, and soon the most blazing flame will burst out. After the flames are extinguished, only the ashes of civilization are left here. People in the future can only understand these people through incomplete houses and temples, broken pottery and mottled murals. This is the first time he feels the horror of time. He can no longer imagine the promise of the emperor to take him back to the twenty-first century. Even the words engraved on the stone slabs will be worn by wind, rain and gravel, and nothing can remain in this eight thousand years.

"When can I live? Don't deceive me, the Imperial Guard, your lying skills are too clumsy."

Even with his back to the Imperial Guard, Captain Miller still felt that Hammurabi's eyes were seen through him.

"You can see space again." The marble-carved face of the Imperial Guard Hammurabi was full of seriousness. "The reason why the monarch gave up on Dr. Will's choice to save you is not just because Dr. Will was polluted. The monarch admires your courage. It takes your courage to walk out of the solar system. This universe is very dangerous. Many unspeakable horrors will make many people fear the starry sky. If humans lose their courage, the war launched by the monarch against the enemy of mankind will lose all meaning."

"Is there really an alien invasion? I thought it was a conspiracy theory." Captain Miller raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The wormholes that the Zitaris passed through were opened on Earth, and almost all scholars believe that the Zitaris did not have the ability to invade again."

"When the monarch saves you, an interstellar war is underway. It is the first counterattack of the human race against alien aliens." Hammurabi said. "Alien invasions are not uncommon. Captain Miller, there are not only the alien aliens in the universe that threaten humans. The monarch will extend your life, so don't try to extinguish your life fire. You can see everything the monarch says with your own eyes."

"Then what?"

"Then, I hope we can be strong and kind people in our hearts." The emperor said, "I hope there will be no more races in this world that threaten humanity. Everyone can live in a peaceful, unoppressive environment. But we are full of malice, and war follows, but we must move forward, and we must pay a price to fight for this future." The voice surprised Captain Miller. He seemed to feel a star landing behind him, and even the literal solidified air became hot. He felt himself trembling, just as he felt when he fell into Neptune's atmosphere, dispelling as if endless, and becoming a reality.

“Hamurabi?”

The emperor lowered his head and looked into Captain Miller's eyes. "I see our future, and there must be someone who will sacrifice for it. I admit my weakness, and I cannot ignore everyone who sacrifices for this future. I will taste every second of their lives and love everyone they love. You will decide whether to follow me on this thorny road. A long life beyond humanity is just a tool to achieve your goals."

Captain Miller saw a lot, and he saw far more than the inefficient way of language can express.

But he couldn't say it. He could not express what he saw in words and words, because it was not a crisis that could be explained in a way that humans could understand. It was humans, no, all the intelligent creatures living in the material plane in the universe, even the civilizations that claim to be "high" and "advanced" in the Milky Way could not fully express the threat of evil spirits in another dimension to another individual in any way of material plane. That was not something that rational creatures could understand.

He began to feel fear, but not because of that horrible threat.

That was not a nightmare for him. All previous conversations with the emperor were the foundation for this exchange, but his brain could not fully understand the crisis in it - his ignorance saved reason - he only knew that there was no concept of time in the terrible plane he had fallen into. When that dimension engulfed reality, the entire earth and the entire human race would fall into nonlinear time, the causal relationship of cognitive reality by intelligent creatures would no longer hold, and all human civilizations would be destroyed.

Disasters cannot be stopped, and the destruction of human beings will be a direct result. There will be no survivors, and there will be no Euphrates River, which is watching the rise and fall of human civilization. Even the ashes of civilization will not be left behind in this universe. He is afraid, but because of the emperor, the farsightist, the pioneer, the emperor sees too much, bears too much, and has too advanced to understand it. In the original twenty-first century, disasters have already sprouted. He knows that more and more humans have "superpowers" in the world. The so-called "superpowers" actually come from the impact of another dimension on the real plane - but the emperor cannot tell everyone the crisis they are going to face. Even knowing that this concept has the risk of being corrupted. When the reality says their names, they will be watched and then cause disaster. When others are still complacent about the inexplicable surreal phenomena, and even unable to see the reality clearly, the emperor has seen the crisis hidden behind the phenomenon.

In the face of crises that the human race cannot bear, survival is the only choice.

If it is for survival, then the dictatorship of the philosopher king seems to be the most efficient way, all negotiations and debates are meaningless, and the people's ideas do not seem to be considered. A political game of mutual compromise is not necessary for the emperor's goals, and all it takes is to decide rational decisions. Supreme power, long lifespan and endless wealth, these two things that others desire are nothing more than means for the emperor to achieve his goal, and He does not care about the things that mortals should care about.

Captain Miller screamed in his heart. He didn't realize that he was trembling, and uncontrollable tears were falling. He realized that humans did not have such a powerful heart to bear these painful reality. None of this should have happened, nor should anyone bear it. He could not object to the emperor's decision, and no one was qualified to require human civilization to move towards destruction calmly. Fortunately, he was still a long time before the disaster. It was a time that ordinary people could imagine.

"We are in the countdown of destruction, Captain Miller." He said, "Eight thousand years of time must be used every second. Many solutions need to be verified and cannot be used directly to deal with the disaster in the future."

"Emperor?" The captain of the mortal turned around with difficulty and looked directly at the perfect human figure wrapped in golden armor. "What the hell are you... a human?"
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