The junkyard planet was slowly collapsing. Some of the probes that had risked their lives to charge into the cracks in the crust had sent back information before losing contact with them. This gigantic wreckage had a core with a shocking energy reaction. A series of complex support structures protected the core, preventing it from breaking under the immense internal pressure of the planet. There was also a very strong forcefield interference between the core and the upper mantle. It was this forcefield interference that prevented us from scanning the complex internal structure of the planet, mistaking it for the chaotic energy reaction produced by the massive wreckage deep within the planet. Now, the energy source of the planet's core seemed to have lost control. It was rapidly releasing energy, destroying its own support structure. It also caused the gigantic wreckage that made up the planet's main body to slowly separate. The energy that was originally stored in the mantle slowly leaked out of the planet's surface, bouncing between the highly conductive spaceship wreckage on the planet's surface. It formed an interference zone that was several times thicker than the atmosphere. This interference zone did not cause much damage to life forms, but it blocked the life detection equipment of the rescue fleet. The scanning echoes from the surface were just a mess of random codes.
There was less than twenty-four hours left for the planet to survive. Yodel had mentioned the 'knowledge' from ancient times. This record had indicated the instability of the junkyard planet. It also mentioned that when something started to sink, the planet would lose its balance and gradually disintegrate. There was a twenty-four-hour prelude to this process. Based on our spaceship's analysis of the speed at which the junkyard planet's structure was weakening, the timetable was similar to this number.
"We need to think of a way to evacuate the civilians from the surface."
Big Sis looked anxiously at the metallic planet on the holographic screen that was gradually covered by the bright cracks. However, her power was suitable for tricking people, but definitely not for saving people. And the guy who was good at saving people was almost vomiting blood from bringing the little goddess to the North Pole. Big Sis felt a little powerless.
I immediately turned to look at Qian Qian, only to find that her eyes had turned cold. The girl who was usually jumping around happily was now as cold as ice. She expressionlessly looked at the planet that was falling apart in the apocalypse and slowly floated into the air. "Although it is boring to use this power outside of killing … I know you want me to …"
An indescribable spiritual power flowed out of Shallow Shallow's body and quickly spread to the orbit outside the 'church spaceship'. Then, it enveloped the entire planet. I noticed that Shallow Shallow's power seemed to have grown stronger than before. Everything in sight had stopped.
"We have no lack of time."
The girl in her dark state said coldly.
I thought for a while and decided to poke the Time Queen who was overflowing with heroic spirit. "Girl, at least keep our rescue spaceships and the civilians waiting to be rescued out of the static range?"
On the holographic projection of the spaceships, all the transport motherships and the rescue spaceships that were shuttling between space and the surface had become static holographic pictures. Of course, it wasn't completely static. To save power, Shallow Shallow had slightly loosened the time lock. These spaceships were now moving like snails. From what I remember, this was not the first time Shallow Shallow made such a mistake.
"…" Shallow Shallow was stunned. Suddenly, she said coolly, "No wonder it's so tiring!"
"…" We: "…"
Shallow Shallow immediately switched her power. She stopped the space-time within the orbit and only stopped the planet ruins below. In an instant, the rescue spaceships that were moving like snails in space regained their speed. I immediately contacted Liliana mentally.
"Boss, I'm so tired!"
The moment the communication was connected, Liliana's wailing voice could be heard. "The entire planet! We have to protect the entire planet! The Goddess has transformed! I wouldn't be able to channel such a huge power even if I were to die! Hurry up! If you're any later, you'll have to come to the North Pole to collect the spicy loli! "
Based on the other party's voice, I estimated that she could hold on for at least another ten hours. So, I decisively gave her a new mission. "Shallow Shallow has stopped the time of the planet, but I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on for long. Now, you and Dingdang will try to search for all the living beings on the planet … You don't need to heal them all. There shouldn't be any more injured people appearing while time is still. The two of you should use these few minutes to mark out all the living beings. No matter what method you use, determine their location, and then send the distribution map to the information link. The rescue fleet needs navigation. Their scanners are being interfered with. "
Liliana immediately agreed. Before I ended the mental connection, I could faintly hear Jingle's joyful voice. "Ah Jun, Ah Jun, Jingle is amazing!"
From this, I was even more certain that Liliana and Jingle could hold on for at least another ten hours. Even if they couldn't hold on any longer, they would definitely be starving.
Even though the two of them were unreliable people, they were still able to complete their tasks well. Very soon, we saw the layer of green light on the planet ruins that wasn't stopped by time. It was moving at a rapid speed, just like a satellite's weather cloud. This layer of cloud of life was rapidly searching for every person on the planet. Then, it marked out their location clearly. With Liliana's help, it was converted into a coordinate database that the rescue fleet could identify.
"That girl is quite capable."
Sandora said softly.
The holographic screen in front of us was quickly updating with data. It was the coordinates of life points that had been translated from Liliana. It was being overlaid onto the navigation map of the transport mothership. Perhaps a layman would think that it was nothing, but in fact, it was a creative task that had once surprised even Tawil: how to directly convert the vague descriptive information of the Protoss into a code that could be recognized by the Empire's data system.
Although the Protoss and the Xiling Empire had been allies for many years, due to the huge gap between the two civilizations, communication between the two had always been difficult. Jingle could instantly understand the situation in every corner of the universe through the world management system. But even though her World Tree was right next to the Shadow Fortress, we couldn't directly read the same information from the temple. We needed a huge and complicated translation device. This was caused by the difference in the way the two civilizations described information. In short, in terms of information transmission, the Protoss used a completely different numeric system from the Shiring Apostles.
What Liliana did was to change this barrier to a certain extent. She thought of a way to directly convert the divine grid of the Goddess of Life into a navigation map that the Empire's spaceships could recognize.
This wasn't easy, but Liliana had been working hard in this area. She had achieved great success. And the reason why this girl spent so much effort in this area was because she was clear about her job: to be one of the bridges between the Protoss and the Empire.
She was Jingle's substitute and had the identity of a Demigod. She had a natural advantage in terms of knowledge and divine power understanding of the Protoss. At the same time, she also had a mortal side. That was why she was able to participate in the Empire's side as a half Shiring Apostles. It was impossible for us to count Jingle and Icetis as part of the Empire's side. It was just like how Uncle Zhao on the second floor and Auntie Li on the third floor couldn't act recklessly no matter how close their relationship was. However, Uncle Zhao could send his son to seduce Auntie Li's daughter … What kind of nonsense was that?
Anyway, what I meant was that Liliana had always been one of the important bridges between the Empire and the Gods. After all, even Icetis's group of five, as envoys sent by the Divine Realm to the Empire's capital, were 100% Protoss. They could be called special envoys, but it was difficult to say that they were bridges. Only Liliana, who was half God and half mortal, naturally took on the role of a middleman. And in this position, even the naturally dark to the point of speechlessness Liliana was very responsible.
With accurate navigation maps and health reports of the victims, the search and rescue fleets that were traversing through the ruined planet's atmosphere were significantly more efficient. When the location of everyone in the world was accurate down to the millimeter, and we had enough transport ships and soldiers, it was quite easy to safely evacuate all the humans on the planet within twenty-four hours.
And later, when Shallow shallow's ability ended, in order to further increase efficiency, a large number of the New Eden Federation fleet that came along with the army joined in the search and rescue work. Among them were mainly human transport ships, which were more suitable for rescuing humans than the Proteus spaceships. Those human transport ships almost filled up all the space in the near-Earth orbit. All kinds of small and medium-sized transport ships quickly filled in the empty space left by the Empire's search and rescue fleet. Due to their large numbers, they could be seen everywhere on the overturned ruins, doubling the speed of the search and rescue work. The New Eden Federation fleet's officers and soldiers were tempered through the Zerg War and various life-or-death battles. They were obviously very good at disaster rescue and dealing with the apocalypse of this planet. Their equipment might be a little outdated, but the efficiency of rescuing people was almost higher than the Empire's soldiers. Their rousing broadcast could be heard everywhere on the vast ruins. "Come over here, come over here! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, stand back, there's a seat, there's a seat! "" The one upstairs over there, hurry up, there's only two people left! " "Excuse me, please put your luggage on the rack, you're pressing my brake lever …" "Look after the children, don't touch the equipment on the spaceship …" "Low Earth Orbit's' Giant Bird 'class fleet, once the center is full, we'll set off. Big seats, there's still big seats! Look at what you're saying, this stool is just a seat when it's open. "" Melon seeds, peanuts, candy! Mineral water, cola, orange juice! "
Listening to these messy voices coming from the public channel, my familiar eyes brimmed with tears, and my blood almost boiled. Without a doubt, this troop was most likely the third batch of elite pilots who were lucky enough to receive special training in the Imperial Army, and the instructors of that batch of students were more than two hundred old foxes under Sicarro …
But no matter what, the mobility of this elite troop was unquestionable. With the desperate efforts of countless rescue spaceships, the refugees on the ruined planet were rescued with almost no casualties — 'almost no casualties' wasn't an exaggeration, it was even a conservative statement. You have to know that after a Goddess of Life used all her strength, it was extremely difficult to die within the range of her blessings. Many of the refugees that were rescued were resurrected more than twice, and the luckiest guy was resurrected twelve times before the rescue team arrived — alright, maybe that wasn't all that lucky. The only consolation was that he completely lost consciousness the first time he was resurrected. Otherwise, that unlucky guy would have to spend the rest of his life in a single ward in the Fourth Mental Hospital.
Of course, he was very confused. Everything that had happened in the past ten hours was turning the entire world upside down. What he had seen had already exceeded the most bizarre encounter that anyone could have experienced. But as a leader, he still knew what his responsibilities were. So, he suppressed his confusion and focused all his energy on helping to rescue the refugees. The team of monks he led was the only group that maintained organization and discipline in this disaster. These black-robed monks were now scattered on every transport ship of the Empire or the Federation's mothership. Every one of them was surrounded by panicking civilians. If Yode couldn't immediately mobilize the monks and get them to calm the civilians that were about to go out of control, there would probably be a riot on the refugee ships that was even worse than the one on the surface.
The obelisk-shaped ship that we had nicknamed the 'Church Spaceship' had now been confirmed to be an escape tower on Visca's flagship from hundreds of thousands of years ago. The spaceship's AI that it carried might have been Visca's former adjutant. However, this was really uncertain. Visca's memories of the past were a complete mess, and this crazy AI was as chaotic as the Visca we had met for the first time. The two confused fellows chattered for a long time but didn't bring us any useful information. In the end, Icetis even considered using a mace and toffee to calm this crazy spaceship's AI down, but I stopped her.
"Ahaha, that's it, that's it, Lord General, Lord General, my great General! Your army, this is all your army … Of course, it might be a little damaged now, but I believe that with a little bit of repair, it will still be fine! " The spaceship's AI, which finally got a chance to speak, muttered crazily to Visca. 'She' was probably referring to the ruined planet beneath us, which had already collapsed to the point of being riddled with cracks. At this moment, the main body of the 'Church Spaceship' was gradually approaching the Empire Admiral which had just arrived at the scene. "What is this? What is this? A spaceship that is even bigger than my complete state back then? Yo, big blockhead, what's your name … Wait, I know, I know. The General's orders, you're combining it with this blockhead, right? Heh! Look, the ground is burning. That's the Holden. Back then, it was a great kid, your biggest aircraft carrier. How did it end up like this … Bang! Bang bang! Poor Holden, you're torn in half, and so is the unlucky kid beside you. Looks like the two of you won't be able to continue serving the General — "
"Ahaha! Long live the flames of war! Long live the smoke of war! Passengers, open a bottle! Kill whoever you want to kill! "
Several towing barges rushed out from under the Admiral's vertical arm, using blue gravitational beams to restrain the church's ship that was spinning a little as it flew, and dragged it towards the temporary hangar that was already prepared under the vertical arm. The crazed ship AI immediately shouted again, "Hey! You little bastards! Be gentle, this spaceship is a high-class cargo! This spaceship had 127 main cannons back then, where are you dragging me to — Yo, who wants lunch? Fresh helium-3! Bang! Your rack has damaged this spaceship. As long as the General gives the order, this spaceship will blow up this damn rack! In … in whose name did I come again … "
"Father above, other than the concubine of the highest Dragon God, I have never seen anything more arrogant than this." Icetis covered her head and laid on Sandora's shoulder. "Visca, what kind of mentality did you have to create this thing back then? Damn, at least one of the 127 main cannons is a mouth cannon, right? "
Visca looked at us with a puzzled expression. She still couldn't remember what her flagship was called back then, and the strange thing was that the crazy spaceship's AI couldn't remember it either …
"The evacuation of the refugees has been completed."
Just as we were about to leave the control room of the Church Spaceship and head towards the Empire Admiral, we suddenly received a call. "The number of casualties is negligible, but the emotions of the refugees are extremely unstable. The Empire's soldiers aren't very good at dealing with such a situation."
"Yodel, it's time for you to appear."
Sandora looked at Yodel, who was exhausted from ten hours of constant tension. She didn't use a negotiating tone, but a simple statement.
Yodel wiped the sweat off his forehead. His age made it hard for him to withstand today's stressful environment. Even though the crisis seemed to have passed, to him, it seemed that a more difficult task was about to begin. However, Yodel didn't say much and only nodded at us. "I understand. But … how should I explain all of this to them … "
"Ninety percent of the world's population is gathered on this planet, the only planet that still has resources left. To them, the collapse of the planet is equivalent to the destruction of the foundation of the world. I have to know what this means to them, right?"
"Foundation? Don't worry about it, "Sandora said calmly." Tell your people that life in the cage is over. We're back. "
"Back …" Yodel's pupils instantly dilated. His gaze fell on Visca again. The latter was currently having a messy conversation with the crazy spaceship's AI. He had already guessed many things through Visca a few hours ago, including confirming our identities. However, he only had the time to seriously examine this problem now that the dust had settled. "It seems that I have to believe that our mission is about to be completed."
After saying that, the old man silently put on his hood and returned to the control panel in the middle of the room.
The few terminals in front of the control panel had been smashed into a pile of mosaics by Violent 1.2 Meter and Icetis's mace. However, the control panel's system was still working. The automatic system that didn't require the participation of the spaceship's AI responded to Yodel's command and connected to the communication channel with the outside world. This channel was already connected to the transport motherships. Yodel had used this channel to instruct the monks to calm the people.
We could all see that the old bishop was trembling.
He forcefully suppressed his emotions and maintained the most basic level of calmness. Even after the so-called 'Gods' had returned, he still had to complete his task first. Perhaps this old man who led the ruins wasn't as knowledgeable as the leaders of the other races in the normal world, but as a leader, his performance so far was worthy of Sandora's approval.
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