"We are all the children of the industrial area. Though this planet has fallen behind the times and hasn't joined the industrial system for many years, we are well aware of how this world works."
An old man with dark skin and white curly hair in an old-fashioned cloth waved his arms angrily on the rostrum and said loudly, "According to the previous rules and regulations, all the space furnaces are monitored by the super computers, and the intensity of their energy shouldn't be in a dangerous area. Why did they bring out a space crack and cause the explosion a few days ago?"
Another man in formal clothing and glasses attempted to interrupt the old man, but he was pushed aside rudely by the old man. The old man continued loudly, "The planet has been sealed off since last year, the explosion this time, and the emergency warning issued by the government. All of this is a scheme of the government of the Federation of the Milky Way. They intend to abandon us, the burdens of the government, and drive us underground because they don't want to bear the responsibility of the government. "
Someone couldn't stand it anymore and stood up, retorting, "The two explosions have detailed data reports; why don't you take a look at them?"
The old man grew even more furious. He slammed the table on the rostrum forcefully, exclaiming, "Even if the explosion happened, it happened a few dozen light years away. I've only attended a primary technical school, but I'm aware that nothing travels faster than light in the universe. Even light has to travel a few decades. Will the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter appear in front of us tomorrow? Why do we have to pay such a high price for something so far away? "
Standing at the door of the meeting hall and looking at the argument on the rostrum, Ms. Eve couldn't help but shake her head. This chief executive of the labor union was as rude and uneducated as ever. The Mr. Mayor shouldn't have spent the precious time persuading him, and he shouldn't even have been allowed to speak.
The heated argument didn't last long; it was because even though some people supported the old man's position, they couldn't stand out and support his foolish opinion in public.
The two explosions happened in the same factory on the same planet, which was indeed more than sixty light years away from the planet they were on. However, the problem was that the Sea of Dark Matter could pass through the warped voids. The scientific circle of the Federation of the Milky Way had a conjecture that the main world of the Sea of Dark Matter was located in the warped voids.
If the Sea of Dark Matter had invaded the Scorpion Tail Industrial Area through the crack in the space, it was unclear when they would arrive on this planet; but it wouldn't take a few decades for the Sea of Dark Matter to arrive on this planet. In fact, it was possible that the Sea of Dark Matter would arrive in a few dozen days.
Several old councilors used the same rude way to drive the old union executive off the podium. The mayor wiped his sweat and glasses with lingering fear and began to arrange the work of the councilors and the officials of various departments.
When the chief officer of the relevant department said that the inspection of the underground base had not been completed, the good-tempered mayor finally couldn't help but roar, "I told you to start the inspection after the last explosion, why is it not completed yet!"
The head of the department wiped the cold sweat off his forehead just like Mr. Mayor did and said with some embarrassment, "The underground base has never been officially opened, and no one thought that one day it would really be opened. The annual routine inspection is only a remote data inspection. It's only been a few days. It's really impossible to complete it."
The mayor would not accept such an excuse. He shouted, "The blockade has been going on for more than a year! I said at last year's meeting that we should complete these tasks while there are fewer affairs to deal with. What did you hear? "
Like Eve, there were many low-level workers who could not stand the endless and senseless bickering. A buzz of discussion rose in the hall, drowning out the squabbling of the officials. Eve found her chief officer and said something to him in a low voice. The chief officer came to the front of the podium as quickly as he could and said something to the secretary of the mayor. Then, the secretary passed the conversation to the ears of the mayor.
After a moment of silence, the mayor said while shaking his head, "Don't count on the military. I don't have the face to dispatch the battleships here. The primary task of the fleet is to blockade the Large Industrial Area …"
Before he could finish, the old union executive yelled again from below the podium, "It's useless to send those battleships here. Are we going to let them consume our food reserves?! "
The mayor pretended that he didn't hear what he said and the discussions in the meeting hall. He said to the secretary and the chief officers of various departments around him, "According to the spirit of the City Alliance and the order of the Federation, all the residents should be prepared to enter the underground base. If the Sea of Dark Matter does come here, they should evacuate immediately and wait for the rescue."
The chief officer of the department who had been questioned earlier asked hesitantly, "Really … don't we try to ask the military to dispatch the battleships to evacuate?"
"It's too far away." The mayor rubbed his eyes a few times before he found it was him who had spoken. "What are you doing here? Go and check it out!" he yelled angrily.
It didn't take long before the work lists popped up on the bracelets of the officials of various levels, the administrative staff, and the workers in various places of the city.
Looking at the instructions on the list, Eve turned around and left the meeting hall. She had to finish the preparation work on her block in three days, so she didn't even have time to eat.
Thinking of this, she grabbed a few bags of dry bread and stuffed them into her briefcase as she passed the hall. Then, she picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth. She walked faster and faster toward the outside of the building, as if she were running.
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The young woman looked at the star chart above the hot spring in silence.
It was unclear if it was an illusion, but the flowers on her bathrobe looked even brighter than usual.
Many mechanical characters that could only be understood by her appeared on the star chart, which represented the hints of the computing core of the central computer and the process planning.
… … The space crack in the industrial area of the Scorpion Tail Nebula grew larger again. The fourth melting had failed again.
The Thirteenth Fleet of the Starpeak Fleet would arrive at the planet area where the incident occurred thirty-seven hours later, and the other battleships would go to the rescue as quickly as possible. There were four cocoon breakers on those battleships in total.
The most significant issue was that if the Sea of Dark Matter had passed through the space crack, the situation would be out of control, and they would have to carry out a mass evacuation.
The Scorpion Tail Nebula was the center of heavy industry in the Federation of the Milky Way and one of the most important planet areas with resources. The number of humans living there was not too large, less than seven hundred million. A whole fleet was needed to evacuate the nebula; but in doing so, they had to open the space passage between the Scorpion Tail Nebula and the Main Planet.
Those space passages had been closed for more than a year.
It would be fine if it were only Jing Jiu; but she was certain that Jing Jiu was with the Snow Girl. If they came here through the space passage, what should she do then? It didn't take her long to make up her mind. She opened the space passage again and asked Chen Ya to lead the fleet over there as quickly as possible, getting ready to evacuate.
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If Chen Ya hadn't come back and captured Mister Dan, he would have arrived at the factory on the planet and started to melt the space crack with the nuclear power furnace on his back and the jet in his hand.
Thinking of this, his face grew unsightly.
The explosion of the factory on the planet had killed more than three hundred workers, and the Sea of Dark Matter drifting over from the space crack had infected more than one thousand workers. The worst part was that the space crack was still expanding, and it was on the verge of overtaking the space crack on the Stargate Base.
The real trouble was on the other side of the space crack. The report from the battleships in the front was very clear. It was the bottom of the Sea of Dark Matter on the other side. Some tentacle-shaped objects could be vaguely seen on the dim images transmitted by the probes flying over.
If it were the Mother Nest, it would be even more troublesome.
Fortunately, the space in the vast universe was truly vast. Even if the Sea of Dark Matter and the monsters it had infected could pass through the warped black holes, they could only flow through unconsciously. It would take some time for them to threaten the seven hundred million humans living in that part of the galaxy. Thinking that Jing Jiu was still on the other side, his countenance grew even more unsightly. He turned on the encrypted communication device and contacted the distant Base 857, asking, "Are you ready?"
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The spaceships left the ground of Planet 857 one after another, bringing up a gust of wind that made the death spores fly in all directions in the sky, making the black and white world look a bit more magical.
Those spaceships entered the battleships outside the atmosphere one after another, and then the battleships left the galaxy and entered the large battleships in the outer space. In the end, they joined a temporary fleet in the more distant space passage.
The Base 857 was the most secretive place in the Federation of the Milky Way, but it was not too far from the Scorpion Tail Nebula. If the military wished to reinforce the factory on the planet where the explosion occurred, it would be the fastest way to depart from here. There was another unknown reason: Saint Zeng Ju had been here the entire time.
The Saint Zeng had a very high Cultivation state among the cocoon breakers, and he had abundant experience in dealing with the Sea of Dark Matter. A battleship was infected by the Sea of Dark Matter last year, and it was he and Shen Yunmai who dealt with it.
The temporary fleet sailed into the warped black hole. The light outside the window vanished, and the self-illumination in the room was switched on. The captain walked into the room at the head of the battleship. Looking at the figure in front of the window and thinking of the missing chief advisor, he said after a moment of silence, "Thank you."
Ceng Ju turned to the captain and said with a faint smile, "It's what I should do."
What he said was often misunderstood as a perfunctory act, but it sounded quite sincere when it came out of his mouth.
The name of the captain was Jiang Zhixing, the captain of the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
This battleship was none other than the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
The Scorching-Sun Battleship was severely damaged after the battle in the galaxy beyond the Foggy Nebula. Everybody, including Jiang Zhixing and the regular soldiers, was locked up in the military prison. It wasn't until a few days ago that Ceng Ju used his powerful influence to release them from the military prison. It happened that the Scorching-Sun Battleship had been repaired.
It didn't take long for the Scorching-Sun Battleship and the others to sail out of the warped black hole and arrive at the Scorpion Tail Nebula. This place was still a long distance away from the industrial base of the Dreamfire Planet where the explosion had taken place, so they couldn't see it with the naked eyes; but the long-distance communication system could help them see the real scene. Looking at the burning planet and the indistinct black specks on the light screen, the expression on Jiang Zhixing's face grew grave.
This was the premonition of the greatest disaster the Federation of the Milky Way faced since the Stargate Base was invaded by the Sea of Dark Matter.
Ceng Ju was not nervous, because the current Federation of the Milky Way was much stronger than it had been a few decades ago, and a powerful ascendant had arrived there. Even if they couldn't defend the base, they could at least buy some time. Most importantly, the humans had good luck; nothing serious would happen to them.
"Luck?" asked Jiang Zhixing confusedly.
"Even if we can't block that crack in space, the monsters won't contaminate too many lives when they land on some planets."
Ceng Ju had a clear reason. After the disappearance of Jing Jiu, the space passages between the Scorpion Tail Nebula and the main planet of the Federation of the Milky Way were all cut off, and no flying devices were allowed to take off or land on the planets. The governments and all the organizations in the social system were in a state of emergency. The captains of the Star Vanguard Battleships spent most of their time patrolling this planet. Faced with the unexpected situation, the human society was much more efficient and efficient than before.
The scene on the light screen grew more and more stable, and the communication system could broadcast to the entire planet. After a moment of silence, Ceng Ju turned on the communication switch and started issuing orders to all the battleships and the governments of the planets in the Scorpion Tail Nebula.
Chen Ya and his fleet were still in the main planet, and nobody had a higher authority than him. His orders were no different from the imperial edicts of the feudal dynasties, and they were even stricter; they had to be carried out without any hesitation.
The First and Third Battleships of the Star Vanguard Battleships, which were the closest to the scene of the explosion, went to support them as quickly as possible. The more than three thousand battleships in the distance were ordered to disperse to various galaxies. All the planets inhabited by humans that could be reached by two space jumps had to be prepared to evacuate.
Jiang Zhixing made a simple calculation and found that three hundred million people would have to evacuate in the first phase. He couldn't help but feel worried, asking, "Will it work?"
"The central computer has calculated it; it's not a problem."
Ceng Ju didn't care about these details. He took a deep breath while looking at the burning planet on the light screen and the indistinct black speck amid the flames.
Whether to evacuate or to wait for reinforcements on the spot was the standard procedure in the plan. The crux of the matter was whether the space crack could be blocked.
The ascendant who had arrived on the burning planet first was very powerful, and his sword wills were formidable and merciless. However, the space crack was too large. It would be difficult to fight and corrode the planet at the same time, and … it would be dangerous. If Shen Yunmai were here, his fighting prowess would be no weaker than that ascendant's, and his physical strength would be much stronger than his opponent's. It would be like what happened on the Huangyu No.2 Planet …
Ceng Ju felt a bit uncomfortable between his eyebrows. He raised his hand and rubbed it gently, trying to stop thinking about these issues.
Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhixing asked reflexively, "Do you want me … to boil a pot of hot tea for you?"
Jing Jiu had gotten used to seeing Zong Lizi and Hua Xi boil tea for Jing Jiu from the Stargate Base to the Main Planet, then to the 857 Base, and then to the galaxy beyond the fog.
Ceng Ju put down his hand and said with a faint smile, "I'll just drink some water."
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The Cultivation practitioners didn't care about the pleasures. Most of the time, the tea and the wine were merely used to look at them, or to convey a certain meaning.
The people in the Federation of the Milky Way didn't like the tea either; they preferred to succumb to the carbonated drinks and small amounts of drugs. Since they had the help of the gene modification and the cultivation of the martial arts, they didn't need to worry too much about the slight damage caused by the stimuli.
The living quarters on the Scorching-Sun Battleship had all kinds of drinks on the table, except for some simple tea bags in a corner.
A dozen researchers of the 857 Base were sitting in the living quarters, discussing something in a low voice while holding the wine and the drinks in their hands. They had studied the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter for many years and were very experienced. It was believed that they would play an important role in this unexpected event.
A researcher squatted in a corner of the cabinet and read the words on the tea bags. He picked one up and smelled it curiously, and then shook his head disappointedly; it seemed that he was not satisfied with it.
In the end, he chose a bag of jasmine tea. For some reason, he had a close feeling toward jasmine flowers. His wife had often brewed jasmine tea for him a few years ago because she knew he liked it; but he hadn't had the jasmine tea for many years.
The tea bag was torn open unreasonably, and the tea leaves and flower petals inside were poured into the teacup roughly. The boiling water dripped down from the automatic outlet, making the dark green tea leaves and the white flower petals spin incessantly, exuding a stronger fragrance. The fragrance was mostly the fragrance of the flowers, which was overshadowed by the tea.
The researcher shook his head disappointedly again. The gray checkered shirt he wore quivered along with his body, creating a mosaic effect. He couldn't think of a better way to describe it, so he chose to use mosaic instead.
He was not satisfied with the tea bags, the boiling water, and the heat-insulated teacup that was not hot at all.
There were many interesting and useful things in this world; but there was no good iron kettle, good teacup, and good tea leaves.
He headed toward the working quarters while holding the steaming hot teacup. His colleague shouted twice behind him. He pushed the black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, saying that he still had a calculation to do.
Along with a faint beep, the bracelet emitted a glow, displaying the corresponding secret data and moving slowly in the form of a three-dimensional light screen. The researcher in the gray checkered shirt leaned against the chair and looked at the images and data in Silence. He raised the teacup in his hand and blew on it twice, and then inhaled a mouthful of warm tea.
He raised the teacup with his right hand. There was a silver bracelet on his wrist, the surface of which was flowing with glows, giving off a vivacious feeling, as if the bracelet was ready to come back to life and fight.
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