The other picture shows the orbital paths of celestial bodies around the central celestial body derived from a series of formulas.

"The sun is constant, Terra rotates!"

Galilei raised the draft paper in his hand and said excitedly to Pedro.

Pedro didn't say much. He raised his hands and clapped continuously.

Applause was passed around the cave, while Galilei was packing his things excitedly. He was going to take these data to debate with his fellow tribesmen who were trapped in theology, to awaken them.

"Stop it, Galilei."

Pedro stopped him.

"Pedro, if only I tell you this..."

"No, it's useless." Pedro interrupted what Galilei wanted to say next, "You are facing an enemy that is simply invincible."

"Enemy? God?"

"They never claim to be gods, but what they are doing now is no different from gods."

"What are you talking about, Pedro?" Pedro's unusually solemn expression frightened Galilei, who rubbed the paper uneasily.

"Come with me, take your clan members who have not been too seriously polluted and come with me. Although I don't know why there are no angels to maintain or guard this containment facility, but I can be sure of one thing now.

That is, there is something wrong with the cage they used to imprison you, and your tribe will soon kill each other. You can finally leave here with me now." Pedro said to Galilei.

"But why..." Galilei still didn't understand.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to explain in the future. You can leave with me first, and I will take you back to Iberia. I will prove to you that we are different from the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"Heaven... country..."

This is the second time Galilei heard this name from Pedro.

"Let's go, get out of here."

Pedro stretched out his hand towards Galilei, who was a little confused and glanced at Pedro hesitantly.

Finally, it stretched out its hand.

Click——

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In that era polluted by the Angel of Peace, Miguelset's world was no longer as pure and harmonious as it once was.

The civilization that was once known for its collective consciousness and group wisdom has now become a chaotic stage of internecine warfare under the ruthless oppression of religious trials.

The light and true knowledge in those concepts were distorted and polluted, ultimately leading this race to embark on a tragic path of self-destruction.

Once upon a time, they were able to create miracles through resonance and jointly witnessed the light deep in the hearts of each member.

However, when malicious judgment and pollution became the new order, those lights were killed one by one. The race under the stars began their civil war. Brothers against brothers, relatives against relatives, the light in their hands turned into destruction.

of flame.

As Pedro said.

Angel of Peace, out of control.

In this tragedy, only a small group of [Migelset] who longed for true knowledge were able to escape with the help of Pedro.

They boarded a spacious [Ice Source Walker], which carried their hopes and dreams and flew away from the hometown that was once full of wisdom and miracles.

They traveled through the phase space and stayed away from the endless madness and sadness.

As the ship shuttled through the vast sky, the escapees witnessed the end of their homeland in the rear window.

They saw the raging fire raging in the former city, heard the shouts and cries in the depths of the ocean, and felt the shattering of souls and the wailing of the heart. It was a tragic picture that no one could look directly at.

An elegy that cannot be expressed in words.

Almost everything in this world seems to be the blood of those who accomplished it.

Galilei looked at the burning sky.

He felt uneasy, scared, and angry.

He cried because he discovered his own weakness and powerlessness.

He will never be able to stop the spread of this evil. It is water without a source and a tarsus.

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In the world of Miguelset, I brought the new-born poetry and gently tied the melody to the branches.

Those thoughts and words that are inconsistent with my uniform and my race, I can only temporarily stuff them into my bag and hide them in my heart.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just under the brilliant sparks of Terra, I am looking for our voices.

Hidden in our will is the urgent unknown. Those things that I long to pass on after knowing them make me anxious.

I understand that this curiosity may lead to our demise, but I still can't erase it from my heart.

Even if our world turns to ashes in the end, I will write down this exploration and sink it into the depths of our hearts.

Almost everything in this world seems to bear the traces of those who completed it.

My pain is so similar to theirs, so I also wrote about it without hesitation.

This kind of pain is the common language of Miguelset and all seekers of knowledge.

No matter the words that cannot be conveyed, or the exploration that has no results, when our wishes are knocked away by the darkness, I know that there is still light burning.

Our stories, our pain, and our hopes will not just fade away.

Under the light of Terra, let us burn out our last strength. What drives us is only our heartbeat and the remaining wishes, deep in our hearts, deep in our hearts.

Almost everything in this world bears traces of the people who accomplished it.

And I, as a member of Miguelset, the language I raise here is different from everyone else in the past.

I am proud of this and will write down this pride.

This pain, this pursuit, is the common language of our Miguelset.

—— Miguelset Galilei.

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Present life.

On a vast ice sheet, a huge ship floats quietly in the icy Arctic Ocean.

Surrounded by boundless ice, it extends to the sky and is connected to the sky, forming a magnificent polar scene.

On the deck of the ship, the [Migelset] family stood side by side with Pedro.

Their figures appear extremely small against the background of the ice field, but they are full of determination and perseverance.

The bodies of the Miguelset tribe emit a subtle light, which is their unique biological characteristic and a symbol of their connection with the universe.

At this moment, the boundaries of the ice sheet gradually blur in the distance, and the sky and the earth meet, creating a mysterious and magnificent visual effect.

The cold wind howled on the deck, bringing the breath of the ocean and the coldness of the ice sheet.

"Pedro, is this the real world?" Galilei asked Pedro.

"Yes, welcome to Terra." Pedro exhaled a cold breath and smiled at them.

Galilei began to perceive everything with curiosity.

In this new environment, the Miguelset began to perceive the world around them in their own unique way.

Their tentacles swing gently, capturing these subtle and complex information flows.

"Something is coming. Is it a ship like yours?"

"Yes, that is the ship of the Iberian Academy of Sciences."

"Academy of Science?"

"I will explain it later. Just remember that the person who led the team to contact us this time is very annoying."

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"Here comes that man. It's been a long time since we last saw him, Juan Martinez."
Chapter completed!