It was finally time to leave.
Standing in the command room and looking at the planet Requiem not far away, Fangzheng sighed reluctantly. It had been almost two months since he came to this world. During these two months, Fangzheng had asked his ship girls to rummage through almost everything left behind by the Forerunners. He took away everything that could be taken away, recorded everything that could be recorded, and collected everything that could be collected.
This trip to the universe world was the most rewarding for Fangzheng, but it was also the most exhausting. Hundreds of Sea Fog Battleships consumed tens of thousands of Dimension Points every day in this world, not to mention that Fangzheng had spent almost half of the Dimension Points he had stored in order to collect the Forerunners' manufacturing factory and the 'Legacy', the Advent.
Originally, Fangzheng wanted to collect the planet Requiem as well, but it was too expensive. The Dimension Points Fangzheng had in his hands were not enough to absorb such a planet, so Fangzheng had to settle for the next best thing and collect a small "Halo".
With that, Fangzheng had basically used up all the Dimension Points he could use, leaving only the last few emergency Dimension Points he had saved up to deal with various situations. Fangzheng would never use these Dimension Points unless he had no other choice. According to the quantity, as long as he used these Dimension Points, Fangzheng could take a gamble and collect the Shield World. But Fangzheng was not a gambler. He would not panic only if he had food in his hands. It would be great to spend them all, but if something happened to them, it would be a waste.
As for what happened next …
Fangzheng took another look at the planet Requiem, then retracted his gaze and stretched out his hand.
"End of chapter!"
Following Fangzheng's call, the Angel that could change everything in the world appeared again. It slowly fell into Fangzheng's hand, then quietly flipped open. Then, Fangzheng picked up the quill and looked at the blank page in front of him for a moment. Then, he slowly started writing on it ….
At the same time, in some unknown corner of the Milky Way Galaxy, the Missionary was stomping his feet in anger.
He had never thought that his luck would be so bad.
In the beginning, the Missionaries planned to go to the Wisdom Realm, but they encountered a particle storm … Well, this was a natural phenomenon of the universe, just like a tornado. Although rare, it would occasionally happen. The same thing had happened during the Forerunner era. If you encountered one, you could only blame it on your bad luck.
Then, because of the forced interruption of the warp jump, he and his fleet were thrown into a completely unfamiliar, extremely barren, godforsaken place ….
This was also Fangzheng's intention. He knew that after many accidents, protagonists would fall off cliffs and obtain martial arts manuals, such as the Nine Yang Divine Art, the Nine Solitary Swords, and so on. Didn't that also happen?
From the records, the Missionary seemed to have the fate of a protagonist. Fangzheng did not dare to let him go according to the way in the Forerunners' YY novels. If he really obtained some Forerunner's relic and made a comeback like in the novels, wouldn't Fangzheng be in big trouble?
The Milky Way was much bigger than he imagined. An unexplored place was quite tricky even for a Forerunner. The Missionary struggled for many days, but there was no progress. Not only that, but what made the Missionary angry was that his luck was getting worse and worse.
First, they encountered a meteor shower, which was rarely seen in a hundred years. The whole fleet was smashed by the meteors. Fortunately, the Forerunners and GAL's technology were advanced, or they would have been smashed to death.
Before they could recover from their shock, they encountered another solar particle explosion. Seeing that things were not looking good, the Clerics immediately warped away from this dangerous place, and then … .then they were almost sucked into a black hole.
After this series of attacks, the number of GAL warships following the Forerunners decreased again. Now, there were only a few lonely little kittens left. Fortunately, these GAL soldiers were strong enough in their beliefs. They even believed that this was a test they had to undergo on their "Great Journey". Otherwise, the Missionary would have no one he could use now.
But how could the Missionary take this lying down!?
"What the hell is going on here?!"
He roared as he paced back and forth on the deck angrily. The Missionary never thought that his plan would go so smoothly. Although he had been through many battles and faced more difficult situations than this, the current situation still made the Missionary extremely angry.
While the Missionary was fuming, the voice of a mechanical Wisdom Servant suddenly rang out.
"A historical star map has been detected. Warp route is being determined."
"What? You found it? "
The Missionary was overjoyed when he heard the mechanical Wisdom Servant's report. He hurriedly turned to the command platform and saw the star map automatically setting the coordinates on the screen.
Finally, the bitterness was over!
"Very good. Set the destination to …"
As he spoke, the Missionary strode towards the command platform. But at that moment, his left foot suddenly tripped over his right foot. With a loud bang, the Missionary fell head first to the deck. There was no more movement.
"… Please give your order."
The Wisdom Servant did not notice any changes. It continued to ask for orders mechanically.
But the Missionary was still lying on the ground, motionless.
"… Please give your order, Commander."
The Artificial Intelligence Servant repeated again, but there was still no reaction from the bishop.
He was dead.
It was that simple.
Fangzheng sighed as he looked at the words that appeared on the "Notes". He spun the quill in his hand and put away the "Notes".
It seemed that between the sci-fi world and the magic world, it was hard to say which was stronger.
In terms of pure power, the sci-fi world definitely had the upper hand. The Forerunners and the GAL both had the power to completely destroy a planet. In the main world, a Forerunner's flagship could completely blow a planet into pieces.
Did that mean that the slash-and-burn magic civilization of the main world had no power to fight back?
But judging from the current situation, that was obviously not the case.
The "Notes" could not affect existences above the legendary level in the main world, but in this world, it could easily and unreasonably kill a Forerunner who was thousands of miles away and was heavily protected by an army. And no one could tell who did it. Because it was caused by an accidental fall …. Who cares? If someone examined the Missionary's body, they would only find out that the deceased was under great pressure before his death. His physical condition was extremely poor, and it was caused by an accidental impact ….
No matter how many times one looked at it, it had nothing to do with murder. At most, it was an accidental death.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng could not help but sigh. The magic civilization, which focused on individual strength, had a serious class division, which led to a low level of civilization. But the technological civilization, which focused on overall strength, lacked a strong person who could make the final decision. But on second thought, if you could cultivate a walking humanoid nuclear bomb, why would you spend so much effort researching nuclear bombs?
But now, the mission was over.
Looking at the system prompt, Fangzheng nodded and looked at Nimf.
"Nimf, pack up the information we've compiled and send it to the Chief Sergeant as a little gift before we leave."
Although Fangzheng and his shipgirl had plundered most of the Forerunner ruins in the galaxy, what they took were basically scientific research materials and knowledge, which could be replicated. Therefore, Fangzheng did not say that he would not leave a mouthful of meat for the humans of this world. Not only that, but he also asked Nimf to draw a star map, which pointed out the locations of all the Shield Worlds and Halos that Nimf had investigated. The map also clearly listed the areas where the Flood Demons were imprisoned as a warning. Anyway, Fangzheng believed that he had done what he should do. If the UNSC decided to open the Shield Worlds themselves … .it had nothing to do with him, right?
"Information transfer complete, Master."
Hearing Fangzheng's order, Nimf quickly clicked on her personal terminal and completed the mission. She then said to Fangzheng. Fangzheng nodded and waved his hand.
"Let's go home!"
At that moment, the countdown timer on the system returned to zero.
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