nucmednet Chapter 426 Why the Betrayal
Chapter 426 Why the Betrayal
"Then lead the way, Sandman."
"Kriel" was taken aback. This name hadn't been mentioned for a long time. It was the first name humans used to refer to them, not the so-called "Kalteans" that they later adopted to conceal their identity.
Although the generation of Sandcallers from that time had passed away, and the later Sandcallers had once forgotten their past, they eventually found their past after the Northern Kartia Alliance's expedition to the desert equator ended.
Their myths are not myths, but ancient stories buried deep within, stories so distant that now, myths have become reality—they bear the burden of sin.
The people of today have forgotten the sins of antiquity. Grand Consul "K-Lier" stood by the Arctic Lake, reflecting on how the capital of the Calteria Alliance, Calteria, was built around it, and how their civilization was fragile and insignificant on this planet filled with yellow sand and deadly heat.
He looked up and saw the enormous ships, which were hovering in the atmosphere. Their massive hulls attracted a crowd of onlookers from Calteria.
"Ships..."
Raffarin Low's flagship, the "UNS-101 Super Earth," belongs to the "Mars" class battleships. It was once the main regional battleship of the United Nations on Earth. Unlike other ships in the current United Nations' Amelan West Sector, this ship was designed from the outset to maintain stability and order within a sector, and to serve as the main force of the United Nations fleet for breakthroughs, a forward base for the sector, and a city bombing mission.
This ship had been hidden in a secret dock in the Amerlane wasteland ring, and after the war ended, it took on the transportation duties for Raffarin Low.
"Your Excellency, this ship is exactly the same as the human ships recorded in the data we collected in the First City... Please tell me, has our doomsday arrived?"
A science officer looked at the Grand Consul, his hard-shelled hands nervously rubbing up and down—this race was learned from humans in every way, even in their communication with one another.
"Perhaps, but we still have the bargaining chip for redemption. What we gained in the First City... the essence of the world, may be something that humanity can gain, and thus be forgiven."
Raffarin Lo felt nauseous. These sand people, their city, their society, were so similar to humans. The city they built was exactly like a human city—the buildings, the vehicles, the industrial facilities… and that was precisely what made her nauseous.
Humans taught them all this; humans bestowed upon them the gift of elevation, transforming them from a nearly extinct race into a truly intelligent civilization.
And back then, they actually attacked and killed humans.
She will never forget all of this, despite the Sandcallers' few ships and their outdated technology, they are still accomplices in the destruction of humanity.
Why did they do this? Humanity back then never got an answer, but today, she wants to know the truth.
"Get the Marines ready and activate the intelligent combat robots in the armory."
The massive maintenance compartments on the "Super Earth" were large enough to accommodate a 100,000-strong marine force. According to the organization of the United Nations of Earth at that time, 80 percent of the combat personnel were intelligent robots.
These intelligent robots were the last non-human intelligent soldiers that humanity could trust during the war. In earlier times, intelligent rebellions occurred from time to time, but the rebellions were eventually resolved, and mechanical intelligence eventually became part of human society.
At her command, a large number of humanoid intelligent combat robots were awakened from the storage compartments, and rows of metal supports popped out to put down these folded and stored humanoid robots.
The Amerlansi members of the "Red Ridge Heroic People's Commando Team" looked at these soldiers in astonishment. If the scientific team that had ventured into the Wasteland Ring back then were here, they would be astonished: the robots looked exactly like the ones that had fired at the expedition team in the Wasteland Ring.
The human population is infinite, but even humans cannot bear a large number of casualties. Among the vast races in the universe, a considerable number of races are destined by their social and physiological structures to bear a much smaller cost of casualties than humans.
Therefore, it is quite normal for humans to adopt robots on a large scale. This ship only has a few thousand human combat soldiers, but tens of thousands of humanoid robot bodies.
The original bodies of these humanoid robots were supported by a Gestalt intelligent life form called "Logic," which was the only intelligent life form formed by all machine life after the Omnic Rebellion.
Each ship carries a secondary core of "Logic," which are individual "selves" separated by "Logic." However, the self on this ship has not found its "true self" for a very long time.
Ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment for mechanical life. For them, who have become Gestalt life forms, their bodies are merely containers. As long as they can find any device that can hold their code, they can continue to survive.
The Grand Consul looked at the Super-Earth, which was hovering above them, but soon he was face to face with Raffarin Low.
Once you see Raffaele's uniform, which is exactly the same as the one described in the "myth," no one will doubt that for thousands of years, since the formation of the modern Sandcallers, also known as the Calthian society, the story of "humanity" has been passed down in everyone's mouth. Their religious paintings depict the legend of humans elevating the Sandcallers and teaching them to become a wise civilization. The images representing "humanity" always have a fixed style.
And now, the same style appears on Raffarin Lau.
The deep blue uniforms of the Earth United Nations fleet, accented with gold and white, and those cold, black skeletons—the combat robots.
For the Amelansi, the descendants of these humans, this was the first time they had ever seen real aliens. This was not a difference between human races on Amelansi, but a real, completely different kind of intelligent life composed of entirely different forms.
The weapons in the hands of the Amerlane soldiers were not off safety; assault rifles, shotguns, heavy machine guns, canes, grenade launchers, and rocket launchers were all ready to fire at any moment.
To their surprise, even such an extremely disrespectful act as landing armed directly in the capital of these aliens did not elicit a confrontation.
The "Grand Consul," the high-ranking officials of Calthea, and even the Consul's guards, knelt on one knee before Raffarin Lo, not daring to look him in the eye.
“Angels, Calthea, Calthelia, welcome to our country, thank you for your moment of forgiveness… All we ask for now is forgiveness. We have committed our sins and we are the ones who should pay for them. Please grant us the right to pay.”