Chapter 127 A Choice

"A new way of survival? Right now, the only two races on Earth are the ancient civilization and human civilization... If you want to break away from the ancient civilization, your only option is to turn to human civilization." Nilason looked at the Wind Apostle expressionlessly. "Li Tianran destroyed your Miracle architecture. Are you willing to abandon this hatred and join forces with your enemy?"

Nilason knew very well what the Wind Apostle meant by "finding a new way of survival." With its current racial strength, if the Earth Apostle couldn't be revived, it would be almost impossible for it to survive in the ancient civilization.

Probably after the Miracle architectures of the other apostles were fully restored, the Wind Apostle would be sent to the front line of the war against humans to act as a vanguard.

In fact, calling it a vanguard was just a nicer title. To put it more bluntly... cannon fodder!

If the Wind Apostle wanted to escape this fate, it could only break away from the ancient civilization.

But now the entire Blue Star was divided between the ancient civilization and human civilization. The areas outside the human defense line were occupied by the apostles, and the areas inside the human defense line were controlled by Li Tianran. The Wind Apostle could only choose between the two!

Black or white!

There was no third option.

Before long, the war between human civilization and ancient civilization would fully erupt, and with the recovery of technological weapons, the intensity of the war would be several levels higher than before. The flames of this war would spread across the globe. The Wind Apostle could not possibly survive this war as a separate "third camp"!

The current situation was completely different from when the Earth Apostle's race was hunted down.

Back then, the Miracle architecture of the Earth Apostle's race was destroyed, and it was hunted down by the other five major races. But at that time, the apostle of the Earth Apostle's race was dead, the Miracle architecture was destroyed, and there was no second civilization on the entire Earth. There was no large-scale war.

The five apostles felt that the remaining Earth Apostle race wouldn't pose much of a threat to them, so they didn't go all out in the pursuit!

But now the situation facing the Wind Apostle was even more dangerous than that of the Earth Apostle race back then.

It would have to face the upcoming large-scale war. If it broke away from the ancient civilization and became a third force, it would be a much greater threat than the Earth Apostle race back then because it was still alive. It might be intercepted and killed by both the other apostles and Li Tianran!

"..." After listening to Nilason's words, the expression on the Wind Apostle's face became very strange. After a long silence, it finally spoke. "It seems that my guess was correct... The Earth Apostle really can't be restored!"

Nilason raised its eyebrows.

The Wind Apostle was a powerful creature that had lived for countless years. It was also very familiar with Nilason. It knew very well that Nilason hadn't directly answered its question just now, but instead talked about cooperating with Li Tianran, abandoning hatred, and so on... In essence, it was admitting the fact that the Earth Apostle couldn't be restored.

If the Earth Apostle could be restored, Nilason wouldn't need to say so much nonsense, it would just nod its head slightly.

Not directly admitting it was a denial in itself.

"Actually, what is hatred... compared to survival?" The Wind Apostle laughed, and a trace of reminiscence appeared on its absolutely sacred and perfect face. "Before the ancient civilization was formed, how long did countless races fight each other? How many races did we destroy? Even the current six apostles were mortal enemies a long time ago!"

"The six major races also fought internally for a long time in the past. Your parents and ancestors, my parents and ancestors, all died at the hands of members of other races. I once thought that this blood feud could never be resolved and would definitely end with the destruction of one race!"

"But later, in the face of the Great Destruction and survival, we were forced to cooperate, put aside our past hatred, and become a group, a civilization."

"In the face of survival, even this kind of blood feud can be abandoned... We have already lost our bottom line. For survival, everything can be compromised."

The Wind Apostle's voice was filled with a trace of sadness and loneliness. "So, how much stronger is the hatred of destroying the Miracle architecture than the hatred of killing parents and ancestors?"

"How much more difficult is it to abandon it than to abandon ancestral blood feuds?"

Nilason looked at the Wind Apostle at this time and suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of revenge.

It had no good feelings for the Wind Apostle. The other party had kicked it when the Earth Apostle was at its most difficult, sending out a large number of troops to hunt it down. Many of its people had died at the hands of the Wind Apostle.

In Nilason's heart, the Wind Apostle, like the other apostles, was an unadulterated rogue.

However, seeing the Wind Apostle being forced to a dead end at this time, Nilason felt a faint sense of sorrow in addition to the pleasure of revenge!

It was a lament for the twilight of a hero and the old age of a lion king.

A once incomparably powerful existence was now being forced to compromise and bow to reality, abandoning dignity and bottom lines.

"Wind..." Nilason took a deep breath and said extremely seriously, "I'll give you a choice!"

"Go die."

"Your followers, your people, can be protected by the Triangular Tower!"

"No matter how tragic the war that may occur in the future, I can guarantee their safety!"

Hearing Nilason's suggestion, the Wind Apostle laughed loudly. "Nilason, I thank you for your kindness! I have always had no doubts about the credibility of the Triangular Tower!"

"But you underestimate me too much. I haven't been forced to the edge of the cliff yet... My people will not accept the chance to survive that I exchange with my life!"

"If one day in the future, I really die in this war, then my people will definitely follow me to commit racial suicide!"

Nilason closed its eyes when it heard this. The Triangular Tower could allow the acceptance of followers from other races, as long as they were brainwashed and instilled with thoughts, they could become loyal warriors under its command.

But apostles were different.

Apostles themselves were the most powerful beings. No one could forcibly brainwash them, not even the Earth Apostle.

Belona could easily defeat the Wind Apostle, but it couldn't control it like a puppet!

And those "instruments of torture" that were enough to eliminate the memory and consciousness of an apostle could only eliminate consciousness, but couldn't instill memories. Even if the Wind Apostle was turned into the same state as the Earth Apostle now...

What would be the point?

The Wind Apostle's overly powerful strength might get out of control at any time.

The Triangular Tower couldn't accept such an unstable factor!

"Then do whatever you want." Nilason lost interest in talking to the other party. "If you want to change your mind in the future, you can come to me at any time."

The Wind Apostle looked at Nilason expressionlessly.

Although the other party's suggestion seemed to be well-intentioned, it was actually very cold-blooded.

The Wind Apostle died.

The other followers were taken in by the Triangular Tower, brainwashed, and became subordinates of the Earth Apostle.

What was the difference between this and genocide?

Even the Earth race, which was hunted down by several major races in the past, was much better off than this situation!

After all, they could still retain their consciousness, know their identity, and know who they were!

As long as a Belona appeared, the Earth race would immediately rise from its decline and become the overlord of the Blue Star.

But what about the Wind race?

Once they were absorbed into the Triangular Tower, then their names, thoughts, and even lives would all become those of the Earth race. Even if a genius like Belona could be born within this race in the future, no one would tell it about the past glory of its race! Da Feng Novel Website

It would only spend its life with the identity of "subordinate of the Earth Apostle," fighting for the Triangular Tower and winning land and resources.

In that case...

It would be better to die.

"Nilason, I will not die... I will live longer than any other creature." The Wind Apostle looked at Nilason, a smile appearing on its lips. "I heard that you are now on very good terms with Kuangxi Island, and there is even a tendency to form an alliance."

"I'm thinking, perhaps before long, you will see me on Kuangxi Island."

After saying this, the Wind Apostle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its figure quickly disappearing into the firmament.

Nilason stood there in silence for a long time, then gently pressed on its wrist. A virtual communication projection appeared in front of it.

"Triangular Tower, this is Nilason, there is something..."