This was a wasteland.
It was already night time, and there were conflicts everywhere.
Zombies roamed the streets, artillery fire filled the sky, and the sound of gunfire accompanied by golden beams of light. Roars, the sound of vehicles, and the sound of mechas were endless.
Hearing the broadcast, some people in the inner space began to self-destruct.
There were heroes after all.
They were people who loved their race. They chose to give up life and struggle, calmly walking into the city, accepting their fate.
But most of them …
They were still struggling crazily.
At this final moment, fear dominated everyone's heart. Survival was the instinct of all life.
Xu Zhi had simulated the sandbox of many civilizations and seen the hymns of many eras. Even though the civilization before him was not his sandbox and was a real advanced civilization in the universe, it still followed this pattern.
"Quick, the dynasty is abandoning us. We have to think of a way to hide in the inner space!"
"Oh my god! Those monsters are evolving too fast! "
"The Miersa financial group next door has already released a rescue broadcast, saying that their inner space will accept outsiders to take refuge, but they have to ensure that they aren't infected!"
…
Countless people were roaring in anger.
The idea of invading and attacking the high-class villas was completely crazy.
They had already reacted.
There wasn't much time left. Outside, they were probably using space rail cannons to lock them down. They were about to fire the planetary cannons.
Plowing the entire continent, at that time … no life could survive.
At this moment, there were two completely different attitudes in some of the aristocratic districts and villas.
The first was to completely cut off their connection with the outside world and hide to prevent the mobs from invading their inner space.
The second was to take the risk and save others.
Because most of the rich lived in super large villas and gardens. Many of the high-class villas were huge mountains with lakes, animals, and beasts. They were incomparably luxurious and could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
The degree of luxury of the spatial villas was much greater than expected.
Boom!
At this moment, countless people were in a mess.
History might record this land forever. Of course, that was if the civilization could continue.
…
In the dynasty conference.
"Everyone … please die for the civilization."
At this moment, His Majesty Tyr seemed to have aged a few years after saying that. His voice was unimaginably weak, "Chief of Staff Peter Hughes, tell me the next step of the plan."
He naturally knew that most people would not listen to him.
"Yes, our series of actions, lockdown and bombing the entire continent, can only greatly slow down the spread of the virus …"
At this moment, Peter Hughes said, "Our next step is to send special long-range robots to enter the Furli Christie Continent after the bombardment of the Star Destroyer Cannons.
In this wasteland, destroy those subspace lands that did not choose to self-destruct … Once all of them are destroyed, we will carry out a second bombardment to wipe them out completely. "
This was indeed the most perfect process and the best plan.
First, they would bombard the area and flatten the land to prevent the spread of the virus and reduce the resistance of the living beings …
Then, he would send the combat robots or even the God clones into the ruins and manually flatten the subspace areas that were unwilling to self-destruct. After destroying the Sanctuary, the combat robots and the God clones would self-destruct, determined not to let any living creatures out … Then, there would be a second round of bombardment to completely flatten the area.
This was the optimal solution!
There was no better way to deal with it.
It was also the only way for civilization to survive.
As for screening ordinary people who were not infected by the virus and saving some of them?
He was simply courting death!
The virus might evolve into something undetectable.
No matter how stupid he was, he wouldn't take such a risk.
He had to wipe out any possibility of the virus surviving.
"However, the remaining local people will resist. This is not an easy task … At the same time, the entire Furli Christie Continent is where many of the empire's huge military corporations are located. For example, the Miersa Corporation is located in the production of the core components of the Star Destroyer Cannons …"
"What's more, the Fidia Construction Company is the seventh construction and real estate company in the empire. They have unimaginable patents and research on space technology."
"They have the same terrifying technology in their hands. They will resist and are not willing to be wiped out … They will gather survivors to continue to survive and even resist the empire's robot troops."
These staff officers were very frightening. They had already established a data model to this extent.
"In the sealed continent, spaceships cannot enter. There is also the virus. Our combat robots may not be able to gain an advantage in individual combat … Our staff officers suggest that we invite the neighboring Bord Planet to come and help. Their gods are the strongest in individual combat. They can help to clean up the subspace areas!"
This was the second extremely exaggerated decision after the blockade and bombardment of the Star Destroyer Cannons.
His Majesty Tyr was silent again. "You should know the extent of the hatred between our two sides."
"As the commander of the army with military power, they call me the cruelest executioner. I have always been the one leading the war against them. Naturally, I know the extent of the hatred …"
Peter Hughes was very calm.
"However, they are not stupid. In order to continue their cooperation with us, they will resist this genocide together and clean up the subspace. After all, they know the consequences of releasing this terrifying ancient virus … Your Majesty, please allow me to personally discuss this."
His Majesty Tyr's expression changed slightly. He knew that this was equivalent to sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth.
"The enslavement invasion plan was proposed by me. Your Majesty has paid an incomparably huge price and financial resources for this plan. I have also encouraged the various corporations and promised them that they can do any cruel experiments and obtain huge benefits. That is why they are so proactive.
I originally hoped that this plan would become the cornerstone of our race for 10,000 years and completely consolidate the barrier of our civilization. We were clearly about to succeed and conquer the other party, but who would have thought that in front of us … "
His Majesty Tyr suddenly became silent and said slowly, "You should be clear about your fate. Even you can't imagine it. The methods those deities use to toy with mortals will be …"
He was filled with emotion. This man before him was his most trusted subordinate.
It could even be said that he was his only close friend. He had once accompanied him to the throne and established the empire. He was more important than all the princes and princesses under his command.
"Your Majesty, what are the deities living for? Perhaps it is to pursue a stronger world and the legendary path. Then, why do we pass? "
Peter Hughes' expression was very calm as he slowly put on his dignified scarlet military uniform used for diplomacy. "I have thought about it for a long time. Perhaps the short life of a mortal is just to pursue their dreams, to pursue what they want … to live a more exciting life."
"My life is exciting enough. It's beautiful enough."
He put on his white skin and a tall military hat. There was a pair of antlers on the side of the hat. He tidied the brim of the hat and his hair meticulously.
"Your Majesty, from the moment I became the chief of the military staff of the empire, I swore to protect this civilization and land for Your Majesty … Those who voluntarily shattered the subspace are heroes. They walked towards death. As the decision-maker, I also walked towards death. Only then can I play an exemplary role."
"A civilization ultimately has to have its blood. At this final moment, if we don't arouse the madness in our bones, we can only perish."
He left with large strides.
His Majesty Tyr was silent for a while as he looked at the remaining civilization plans.
With the "Fuli Christie Continent" as the battlefield, he had used all the high-energy weapons in reserve and even invited the deities of the extraordinary civilization. He had already done his best.
If he still couldn't completely destroy them …
He could only escape.
He saw the remaining two plans. One was the civilization continuation plan.
It required that preparations be carried out at the same time and arrangements be made in advance to prevent accidents.
The first plan was to encourage all the geniuses, princes, princesses, and even His Majesty to enter the Renimangian Garden. They would try their best to produce geniuses and obtain the attention of this existence. They would then ask this existence to take action and solve the crisis that erupted in their civilization.
"Renimangian …" His Majesty Tyr sat on the throne. He was somewhat silent and had an unimaginable longing. "If it's a great existence of that level … or a virus, who will win and who will lose?"
He lowered his head.
The second plan was the Wandering Planet Plan.
Abandon everything, bring all the elites of the civilization, change the orbit of a planet, sit on a gravitational slingshot, and wander through distant space and time.
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