"So, what is this thing?"
The new commander stationed in the Moubis wasteland, Brucie, sat on a high stool in the laboratory. She calmly looked at the busy Killing Machine in front of her. The various experimental equipment that she could not name looked very high-end. Under the light that was filtered 47 times from the sky, it shone on the Mother Box placed on the table, rippling with a strange light.
Although she was asking questions, from the impatience in her eyes, Brucie's interest in this place had reached its limit.
In the face of her question, the Killing Machine did not turn around. He adjusted the nano-scale analyzer in front of him and said in a deep voice,
"A technological device that can easily break the world's boundary in theory is more convenient and useful than the World Converter made of N metals. It's also easier to carry around."
"Can it be used by us?"
Brucie snorted, but the answer she received was no.
"Not yet. This thing's technological content is a little high, and its composition is a little strange. I need some time to analyze it, but it shouldn't be difficult to crack it."
"Then analyze it well. Try to come up with a result before the Tyrant arrives."
Brucie stood up from the chair, tidied her clothes, and walked out of the laboratory. She had seen the endless demonic army rushing out of the tunnel opened by the Mother Box. She could easily understand the usefulness of this thing in a large-scale war. And if Brucie's prediction was correct, the Moubis wasteland would soon welcome another counterattack from the Apocalypse Star.
She walked out of the laboratory and looked at the endless dark red wasteland in front of her. Not far away, under the hill, was a large excavation site. The inhabitants of the wasteland did not gain freedom because of the retreat of the Apocalypse Star's conquerors. On the contrary, all of their manpower was gathered again to continue excavating the crystals hidden under the wasteland.
This time, it was not for the God of Darkness, but as a sacrifice to the Tyrant.
Of course, compared to the Apocalypse Star's people who were used to enslaving and destroying, the second wave of conquerors was obviously much more approachable.
Under the leadership of the new leader of the wasteland civilization, the son of the former Great Elder, and the last Scholar Apprentice of Moubis, the survivors of the cruel war expressed their gratitude to the newcomers. The women and children among them were sent to the Moubis Trading Station to recuperate, while the men stayed behind to continue their previous work.
But this time, they had a new assistant …
"The Intelligent Mechanical Excavators and the local natives are working well together."
Seeing Lady Brucey walk up the platform, the former Lady of Pestilence, who had been demoted to a Knight's Squire, quickly walked forward and reported in a low voice.
"In the past four days, after receiving enough supplies and water, as well as good temporary housing, the efficiency of these workers has increased by at least three times compared to before. The newly excavated 27 crystals have been sent to the trading station …"
"Not enough! I'm not satisfied with this progress! "
Brucie looked at the busy Wiseguys and the explorers in the large excavation theater below. A sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she said in a deep voice,
"Ask Brigadier General Sergues to send another Intelligence Machine Corps over and give these workers better treatment. I want their work efficiency to at least double!"
"But!"
This order made Ms. Vera's eyes widen. She subconsciously retorted:
"If we let them work longer hours, it might cause dissatisfaction among these newly submitted natives. It might even cause a riot like before …"
"So I'm mistaken about our purpose?"
Brucie stared at Vera with a sharp gaze. "So we're not here for the fragments, but to improve their lives, right?"
Ms. Vera immediately knew that she had made a mistake, but Brucie didn't need her answer. She looked back at the excavation site in front of her and said softly:
"Previously, under the rule of Revelation Star, they could excavate 30-40 crystals a week. Back then, they didn't have any rest, safety, or pay. They could die at any time …"
"We came. We helped them chase away the invaders, returned their land to them, gave them rest, safety, and even paid them money … However, I get the same number of fragments every week as before … Don't you think this doesn't make sense? My Vera … If they don't know how to be grateful, I feel that I need to let them experience what it's like to be a slave again. "
"I understand! Ma 'am! "
Ms. Vera lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "I will make Elt understand our intentions as soon as possible!"
"Very good …"
Brucie snorted. She looked up at the dim sky and asked softly, "Have you found the tomb of the Conquest King?"
"Ivan and Bruno are searching among the stars with the Elder's soul. They've already determined the location of that alternate dimension!"
Vera replied, "We guessed wrong. That tomb isn't on the wasteland. It should be a companion plane of this planet. It's very unstable and needs a corresponding constellation to open at a certain point in time. However, based on the current situation, we might only need to wait a month. With the right constellation, we can easily open it!"
"A month …" Brucie hesitated.
"The beasts of Revelation Star are planning a war. We … might not have that much time. Can we force open that plane?"
"In theory, yes, but the risk is high. Forcefully exploring the last remnant of an advanced space civilization might cause some casualties."
"Fill it with Wisdom Machines and Demons! They won't really die anyway. Don't worry about how many resources we invest. It's not worth mentioning compared to the threat we face. I only have one request: End the wasteland matter as soon as possible! "
Brucie waved her hand, the impatience in her eyes jumping more violently.
"I'm starting to hate this world!"
Elt rubbed his forehead tiredly and reached out to turn off the reading projection in his hand. The process of absorbing knowledge was definitely enjoyable for a scholar, but long-term immersion would exhaust the mind.
Although he had become the leader of the Moubis wasteland civilization and a great hero who had rescued the remnants of his people from the tyrannical rule of the Apocalypse Star, Elt was still a mortal. He was a young man who was a little impulsive and lost. In the face of this delicate situation, frankly speaking, his heart was in turmoil.
He stood up and walked out of his comfortable lounge. He walked to the porthole of the starship that was slowly leaving the orbit of the Moubis wasteland. He looked at the huge dark red planet. That was where he was born. That was his home.
"Mr. Elt, do you like the new book I brought?"
A voice sounded behind him. Elt turned around and saw Brigadier General Sergues walking over with a smile. He hurriedly bowed and saluted. "Thank you for your help, Brigadier General. My civilization has withered, and the great knowledge of our ancestors has been scattered throughout time. To be honest, even in the Tower of Scholars, such systematic knowledge does not exist."
Elt smiled at Sergues.
"The process of learning makes me very happy …"
"So, I can tell at a glance that you are a true scholar …"
With a smile, Sergei handed a cigar to Elt. The two of them stood by the porthole. There was a special look in the depths of the Brigadier General's eyes as he said in a low voice, "Don't worry.
"In fact, the Milky Way Civilization Sphere welcomes outstanding young people like you to study there. We welcome friends, and we will do our best to satisfy your needs. As long as you are willing, you can immediately get a ticket to the Milky Way when you return to the merchant station …"
This moved Elt a little, but after thinking for a few seconds, he shook his head and said regretfully:
"Personally, I'm very willing to go to the Land of Civilization to learn, but my people still need me. With your help, our civilization has just begun to recover. At this moment, I can't leave them. Just like my father once did, I have to protect my people!"
This answer made Sergues squint his eyes. After a moment, he let out a hearty laugh and patted Elt on the shoulder.
"Well, Mr. Elt, I'll be honest. I hope you can bring your people to join the Milky Way Civilization Sphere … Your people have a natural ability to sense the Phoenix Shard. This is a very important ability for us. I can guarantee that after you agree, your people will be better settled. You will have a brand new planet that will completely belong to your revived civilization, and we will provide you with everything you need!"
"But, but we were born on Moubis!"
Elt said softly. "We are also the home planet of the Moubis civilization, the birthplace of civilization in this star cluster. We belong here!"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Sergei slowly flicked the cigar in his hand and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry.
"Did the Moubis civilization sphere treat you very well? When you were enslaved, I didn't see your compatriots reach out to help. In the Interstellar Era … Elt, you have to understand, in the vast Interstellar Era, small civilizations serve large civilizations, and large civilizations protect small civilizations. This is the universal law of the stars. "
"I also believe that you, who have experienced the tyranny of the Apocalypse, can easily distinguish who is a friend and who is a foe …"
The Brigadier General saw the change in Elt's expression and added fuel to the fire. He lowered his voice.
"In fact, the Milky Way Civilization Sphere is planning a conquest of the Moubis civilization sphere. You also know that there are many things we need in this star cluster. The Overlord will not give up this place, and the Milky Way Civilization will not give up either. If you join us at this time, your people will not be caught in the flames of war. This is a good thing! Elt, don't you want to restore the glory of the Moubis home planet?! "
"A large star system will always have a governor. I think … no one in this star cluster is more suitable than you to control the land left behind by your ancestors. You are the true and rightful heir. The noblest blood flows in your veins. Those worlds that pretend to be civilized, they, hmph, they are just a bunch of Joker!"
Elt's Adam's apple couldn't help moving up and down after hearing Sergei's words. Faced with such temptation, no rational person would refuse.
"I …"
"Boom!"
Before Elt could finish his sentence, a loud bang pierced through the stars outside the cabin. As the starship shook violently, Sergues subconsciously turned around and saw the Moubis wasteland in the distance, which had become very small, was completely covered in a dazzling red light. It was like an invisible hand slowly closing, sending the dying planet into hell.
"No!!!"
Elt leaned on the porthole in front of him like a moth darting into a flame. His eyes were wide open. In his incredulous gaze, his home planet was in the form of an implosion. It was as if the most terrifying giant bomb had been placed in the center of the planet. In the flickering red light, his world was crushed piece by piece.
The shattered earth surging in all directions and the rolling magma was like the final cry of the world.
The crimson halo was more like a pulsating sun. Wherever its light radiated, everything would turn into ashes and smoke.
This was the most terrifying manifestation of destruction. Sergues, who had seen many things, was stunned. The cigar between his fingers fell to the ground, creating a few sparks.
After the Moubis wasteland was completely turned into a belt of asteroids among the stars, the crimson halo suddenly retracted. Within the light, a tall figure sat on a throne. He looked coldly at the world that he had destroyed with his own hands. He snorted. His tyrannical voice reverberated back and forth among the dark stars. It sounded like thunder in Sergei's ears.
"This is the price for disobeying the God of Darkness …"
"The destruction of this pathetic world is just the beginning! You have earned yourselves destruction. Soon … I will find you and strangle you one by one! "
"The great Apocalypse Star will not fail! The great God of Darkness will not fail! "
"All of this! It will all belong to me! It will all belong to … the invincible Darkseid!!! "
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