Mecha: Return of the Pioneers

Chapter 2122 The Silver Clan's Council Meeting!
While humanity was embarking on its expedition, a long-awaited grand assembly was also taking place on the homeworld of the Silver Race.

Silver Clan members from all corners of the universe returned to their home planet, which was not important to them, through spiritual connections to participate in the conference.

At the front of the shimmering silver crowd, Rom Lowe, acting as the spokesperson, posed a question to Prome Oh, the wise man of the Silver Clan.

"Prome O. Why is the Black Iron Clan so concerned about that planet? And why did they so readily display such a strong possessiveness when they discovered those Earths from other dimensions?"

From the moment Rom Rowe opened his mouth, he defined the Black Iron race as an insatiable and greedy race that sought to seize all the ecological planets in the universe.

“That’s the homeworld of the Dark Iron race. The Dark Iron race is different from us, and from most races in this universe. They have a strong attachment to their homeworld and regard it as an important sacred place.”

Prome O. said slowly.

"Why? It's just a marginal planet where resources are about to run out, and it's even been occupied by the Bronze Race."

One of the members of the Baiyin tribe asked this question.

"There's no reason why. It's simply because the Black Iron Clan was born there, nothing more. Also, Rom Lowe's actions regarding those Earths that suddenly appeared from another dimension were probably instigated by some arrogant and greedy individuals within humanity."

Prome's words caused a stir.

"Isn't that the evil caused by the inherent flaws of the Black Iron Clan? Prome O!"

Paet O, a member of the Silver Clan, retorted.

After glancing at the young members of the same lineage, “Ou,” Prome Ou continued.

"That's true. But the evils caused by the flaws within the Dark Iron race were quickly stopped by the excellent individuals within it. This can be considered the Dark Iron race's own self-purification and self-iteration mechanism."

“That’s not really relevant to our problem, Prome.”

After lowering his gaze, Rom Lowe looked at Prome O.

"Yes. It doesn't really matter much. But it does show that the Black Iron Clan has very rich emotions and seeks all sorts of ways to make others empathize with these rich emotions."

Prome O calmly recounted her observations of the Dark Iron Clan (humans).

"In order to make others empathize with their rich emotions, the Black Iron Clan has adopted many methods, but the most intense and extreme method is war."

"war?!"

"Isn't this exactly what the Black Iron Clan has always done?"

"Could it be that the counterattack on Earth is for this reason?"

Listening to the discussions of her compatriots, Prome looked at Rom Ro and said, word by word.

“A long time ago, we hated the Iron Clan because of the departure of the Golden Clan, so we seized their home planet, leaving the Iron Clan to struggle in the universe without their home planet.”

"Now that they have obtained Nodos, the Dark Iron race, believing they have enough power to take revenge, will inevitably launch a new offensive to seize our and the Bronze race's home planet after they have reclaimed their home planet."

"Then, let us taste the pain of losing our home planet."

"What a joke! What's the point of taking over this barren planet?"

Paet O immediately retorted loudly.

For the Silver Clan, the planet where Prome O is located is indeed the planet where the Silver Clan was born.

But apart from that, it has no meaning.

The Silver Clan, who are single-mindedly focused on leaving their footprints and spirit in the universe and have spent their lives pursuing the traces left by the Golden Clan, have no interest in the gains or losses of their home planet.

"For us Silver Clan, this is indeed meaningless. But for the Iron Clan, it is a task that must be completed."

Prome O looked at Paet O and patiently explained.

"How ridiculous! Instead of seizing the Bronze Clan's home planet and this planet, they should control more Star Paths and wage a final battle against us." A Silver Clan member said this, and it was echoed by many others.

"That makes no sense."

Prome-O seemed to sigh, then turned her gaze to the land outside, which was constantly swept by sandstorms.

"After those Earths emerged from alternate dimensions, the sound of this universe began to change considerably. The universe as we know it may have undergone drastic changes. I think we should be prepared to deal with all the changes."

"For the Silver Race! And to protect the universe left behind by the Gold Race!"

After saying this, Prome turned her gaze to Rom Rowe.

"If necessary, I will send Yudi to take action."

After saying this, Rom Rowe severed the mental connection.

Subsequently, one Silver Clan member after another severed their mental connection.

Prome Ou only breathed a sigh of relief after all her people had left.

Having been the object of affection for her entire tribe, she sensed their confusion, pressure, and even tension during the conversation.

To avoid causing panic, she kept trying to remain calm.

Fortunately, Rom Rowe did not make things difficult for him, and left after getting the answer he wanted.

"However, the fate of this universe has become increasingly difficult to understand."

Prome recalled the song she had heard from the depths of the Star Path.

In that song, there was not only a human voice, but also another voice that Prome Oh found familiar yet strange.

And this voice is the real reason that caused the Star Path to change.

However, Prome O did not tell any of her tribesmen about this.

For some reason, she was worried that once her clansmen learned of this news, someone would be unable to resist interfering.

After a moment's thought, Prome O's sigh was gradually drowned out by the sandstorms of the Silver Clan's homeworld.

On a certain ecological planet, Rom Rowe slowly opened his eyes and turned to look behind him.

"As you've seen, that's the result."

A masked woman and an old man in a golden robe embroidered with patterns familiar to Rom Rowe bowed respectfully to Rom Rowe.

"Thank you very much! Your Highness Rom Rom. We have seen it. The Silver Clan is still confused!"

The old man said this.

"You are also in a state of confusion!"

Rom Rowe bluntly exposed the old man's pretense.

"Of course! We are fools who are desperately trying to follow in the footsteps of the prophet and hoping to learn from him again."

The old man readily admitted this.

"The prophet in your memories is the Golden Clan we follow!"

Rom Roth paused, then said indifferently.

"I agree with your plan."

(End of this chapter)