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Lu Ze and Lin Ling walked quietly, looking at the development history of the Federation.

From the constant civil wars at the beginning of entering the interstellar era, to the catastrophe of genocide, and then to unity, the human race has experienced hardships time and time again, and has developed to this point.

When Lu Ze and Lin Ling walked through the square, walked up the ice crystal stairs, and came to the Saint Lindong who was as old as Nangong, the images in their minds disappeared.

Lu Ze and Lin Ling woke up and found themselves standing in front of Saint Lin Dong, still a little confused.

I was so fascinated by the development history of the federation that I didn't notice it at all.

Sage Winter has stood up at this moment, looking at Lu Ze and Lin Ling with icy blue eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Have you seen it? The past of our human race?"

Lu Ze and Lin Ling nodded slightly: "Yes."

Saint Winter looked at Lu Ze and Lin Ling silently, and finally turned around slowly. The door of the Hall of Valor, which was closed, opened slowly with Saint Winter's turn, revealing ice statues inside.

The gate of the Hall of Valor is hundreds of meters wide, and Lu Ze and Lin Ling looked into the hall.

The Hall of Valor is extremely empty, and there are thousands of ice crystal statues about five meters high arranged neatly inside.

Below the statue is an inscription about the figure of the statue.

Lu Ze looked at the inscriptions of the eight statues headed by them.

Of the eight statues, five are male and three are female.

Lu Ze looked at the faces of the statues, and always felt that one of them looked somewhat similar to a female alcoholic?

He couldn't help looking at the inscription:

"The sage of Tianfeng, Mo Yunxi, in 1264 of the federal calendar, burned himself in the giant bug swarm on the border of the federal void cosmic defense line, and died together with three galaxy-level bugs."

Bug infestation?

Lu Ze's eyes flickered slightly.

So, has the Federation ever encountered such a terrifying bug swarm?

A galaxy-level powerhouse pulled together three galaxy-level Zergs and died together. This Tianfeng sage is obviously extremely strong.

Lu Ze looked at her face, which was somewhat similar to that of a female alcoholic, and secretly guessed, this is probably the ancestor of a female alcoholic?

Could it be Mr. Nangong's wife?

Lu Ze thought about it for a while, and realized that it might really be possible.

Ask the female alcoholic if you have a chance.

Lu Ze stopped thinking about it and turned to look at the other statue.

"The Saint of Wind and Thunder, Jeremy He Bo, died in 1423 in the federal calendar while besieging and killing the galaxy-level powerhouses who came to the Federation through natural wormholes."

Saint of Wind and Thunder?

His Wings of Wind and Thunder is his divine art, right?

He can be regarded as his half master, right?

Did it die because of the strong man who came through the natural wormhole?

Lu Ze seemed to have heard what the female alcoholic said before.

While thinking, Lu Ze looked to the other side again.

"The sage of consonance, Lin Heng, died in battle outside the galaxy."

Lu Ze: "..."

This is Mr. Lin, right? !

Looking at the statue of the sage of consonance, Lu Ze felt a headache.

I don't know if Elder Lin is watching the live broadcast?

If you are watching, I don't know what this guy's reaction is?

And Lin Ling, I don't know how she would react when she saw his tombstone when her grandfather was still alive?

Lu Ze looked at Lin Ling and found that she was also looking at the statue in a daze.

Obviously, he didn't expect that he could still see the statue of his old man here.

The inscriptions under the statues of these eight saints did not mention the achievements of the saints, but only when and how the saints died.

Lu Ze looked at these statues with extremely complicated emotions.

The saints all died fighting for the Federation.

At this moment, the saint of cold winter on the side said coldly: "Worship the heroic spirits of the martyrs!"

"Worship to the heroic spirits of the martyrs!"

After the winter sage's words, the federal congressman who was watching on the square also spoke.

Everyone bowed three times to the statue in the Hall of Valor. Although Lu Ze and Lin Ling hadn't experienced it before, they just had to follow the example of Saint Winter.

After worshiping the heroic spirits, the Saint of Winter turned his head to look at Lu Ze and Lin Ling, and said in a distant voice: "The martyrs are gone, they are the past of the Federation, it is because of them that our human race can stand at the apex of the galaxy , our human race can be strong."

Then, he looked at Lu Ze and Lin Ling: "But, the present and the future are in your hands."

"Lu Ze, Lin Ling, are you willing to become the princes of my human race, and when you are successful in cultivation, protect the roots of my human race and promote the prestige of my human race?"

"This life, live up to my human race?"

Winter Saint's voice was cold and majestic, spreading throughout the square, and also spreading throughout the Federation in the live broadcast.

Countless people from the Federation looked at the two slender figures standing in front of the Hall of Valor, waiting for their answers.

Jiang Lanxing, Lu Ze's home.

Lu Li and Alice clasped their hands together, staring straight at Lu Ze in the light curtain, with deep and complicated light in their eyes.

Lu Wen and Fu Shuya looked at Lu Ze with mixed eyes, proud and worried.

How could the son be so easy to be?

It is both an honor and a responsibility.

Merlin and Zhu Honglian on one side looked at the light curtain with twinkling eyes, and their eyes carried some distant memories.