Chapter 818: 12. Failure to return

"So what is this thing?"
Bruce, the new chief stationed in the wasteland of Moubis, sat on the high stool of the laboratory, looking calmly at the busyness of the killing machine in front of her, and the various experimental equipment that she could not name looked very The high-end atmosphere, irradiated by the light filtered 47 times from the sky on the mother box placed on the desktop, rippled out a weird light.
Although she was asking questions, from the impatient look that appeared in her eyes, Bruce's interest and patience in this place had reached the limit.
In the face of her problem, the killing machine did not look back. While debugging the nanometer analyzer in front of him, he said:
"A technological device that can easily break the boundaries of the world in theory is more convenient, easier to use, and more portable than the world converter composed of N metal."
"Can it be used by us?"
Bruce snorted, but the answer was no.
"Not yet. The technology content of this gadget is a bit high, and its composition is a little weird. I need some time to analyze, but the final cracking should not be difficult."
"Then you should analyze it and try to come up with a result before the overlord comes."
Bruce stood up from the chair, adjusted her clothes, and walked out of the laboratory. She also saw the endless army of demons rushing out of the tunnel opened by this mother box. She could easily understand it. The role of this gadget in large-scale wars, and if Bruce’s prediction is correct, the Moubis wasteland will soon usher in another counterattack from the apocalypse.
She walked out of the laboratory and looked at the endless dark red wasteland. Under the hills not far away, it was a large excavation site. The residents of the wasteland were not freed by the retreat of the apocalypse conquerors. On the contrary, all of their manpower was reunited and continued to discover the crystal hidden under the waste.
This time it was no longer for the of darkness, but for the sacrifice of the overlord.
Of course, the second wave of conquerors is obviously more close to the people than the apocalypse group who are used to slavery and destruction.
Under the leadership of this new leader of the wasteland civilization, the son of the former elder elder, Moebius’s last scholar apprentice, Elt, the residents who survived the brutal war thank the newcomers, the women among them He was sent to the Moubis business station to cultivate with the children, while the male stayed to continue his work.
But this time, they have a new assistant...
"The cooperation between the intelligent machine excavator and the local indigenous people is quite good."
Seeing Ms. Bruce stepping onto the platform, the former plague lady who had been reduced to a knight servant, Miss Vera quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice:
"In the past 4 days, after getting enough supplies and drinking water, as well as a good temporary housing, the work efficiency of these workers has increased by at least 3 times than before. The 27 newly discovered crystals have been sent to the business station.. ."
"Not enough! I am not satisfied with this progress!"
Bruce looked at the busy smart machines and the workers as detectors in the large digging theater below. A bit of light flashed in her eyes, Shen Sheng said:
"Let Brigadier General Sergey send another legion of intelligent weapons to increase the treatment of these workers. I want their work efficiency to be at least doubled again!"
"but!"
The order made Ms. Vera's eyes widen, and she subconsciously retorted:
"Let them continue to work longer hours, which may cause dissatisfaction with these newly converted natives, and even produce the same riots as before..."
"So am I wrong about our purpose?"
Bruce's sharp eyes fixed on Vera: "We didn't turn out to be fragments, but to improve their lives, right?"
Ms. Vera immediately understood that she had made a mistake, but Bruce didn't need her answer. Her eyes were placed in the excavation field in front of her, and she said softly:
"They used to be able to unearth 30-40 crystals a week under the rule of Apocalypse. At that time they had no rest, no safety, no pay, they would die at any time..."
"We're here, we helped them drive away the intruders, gave them back their land, gave them rest, safety, and even paid them... However, the debris I get every week is actually the same as before As many... don’t you think it’s unreasonable? My Vera... if they don’t know how to be grateful, I think it’s necessary for them to get a sense of slavery again.

"I get it! Lady!"
Miss Vera lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "I will let Elt know what we mean at the fastest speed!"
"well..."
Bruce snorted. She looked up at the dim sky. She asked softly, "Did you find the tomb that conquered the king?"
"Ivan and Bruno took the elder's soul to search among the stars, and they have determined the location of that different space!"
Vera replied: "We guessed wrong. The tomb is not on the waste soil. It should be the associated plane of the planet. It is very unstable. It needs to cooperate with the responding astrology to open at a certain point in time, but according to Judging from the current situation, we may only need to wait a month, and under the appropriate astrology, we can easily open it!"
"A month..."
Bruce's expression was hesitant: "The beasts of the Apocalypse are planning a war, we...maybe not so much time, can we break the plane forcibly?"
"Theoretically yes, but the risks are a bit greater. Forcing the exploration of the final legacy of a high-level starry civilization may cost some casualties."
"Fill with smart weapons and demons! They won’t really die anyway, don’t care about the amount of resources invested. That’s not worth mentioning compared to the threats we face. I only have one requirement: to end the waste as quickly as possible. Earthy things!"
Bruce waved his hand, and the impatience in his eyes jumped more intensely:
"I already hate this world!"
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Elt rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, closed the reading projection in his hand, and learned the knowledge. The process of learning knowledge is absolutely enjoyable for a scholar, but long-term infiltration will make the spirit tired.
Although he has become the leader of the wasteland civilization of Moubis and the great hero who rescued the remnant tribe from the brutal rule of Apocalypse, Elt himself is still a mortal, a little impulsive, a little dazed Faced with the delicate situation now, the young man frankly said that he also had some ups and downs in his heart.
He stood up and walked out of his comfortable lounge to the porthole of the starship slowly deviating from the orbit of the Moubis wasteland. He looked at the huge dark red planet. It was him. The place where he was born is his home.
"Mr. Elt, do you like the new book?"
A voice sounded behind him. Elt turned around and saw Brigadier General Sergey who came with a smile. He hurriedly bowed to salute: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Brigadier, my civilization has withered. Great knowledge is scattered in time, and frankly, even in the scholar tower, there will be no such systematic knowledge."
Elt smiled at Sergey:
"The learning process makes me very happy..."
"So, I can see at a glance that you are a real scholar..."
With a smile, Sergey reached out and handed a cigar to Elt. The two stood by the porthole. A special look surged in the depth of the Brigadier General's eyes. He whispered:
"Actually, the galaxy civilization circle welcomes excellent young people like you to study there. We welcome friends. We will meet the needs of friends as much as possible. As long as you want, you can get there immediately after returning to the business station. Tickets for the Milky Way..."
This made Elt feel a little moved, but he thought for a few seconds and shook his head, regrettingly saying:
"As a personal person, I am willing to go to a place of civilization to study, but my people still need me. With your help, our civilization has just begun a difficult recovery. At this moment, I cannot leave them, like As my father once did, I want to protect my people!"
This answer made Sergey's eyes narrow. After a while, he gave a hearty laugh, and he patted Elt's shoulder:
"Okay, Mr. Elt, let me tell you the truth. I hope you can bring your people into the galaxy's civilized circle... your people have a natural sense of Phoenix fragments, which is one for us. This very important ability, I can guarantee that, after you agree, your people will be better placed, you will have a brand new planet, completely attributed to your resurgent civilization, and we will provide everything you need! "
"But, but we were born in Moubius!"
Elt whispered: "We are also the mother star of the Moubis civilization, the birthplace of the stars, we belong here!"
"What does it matter?"
Sergey slowed the cigar in his hand. He said in a gentle voice:
"Is the Moubis civilization circle good to you? When you were enslaved, I did not see your fellow civilizations lend a helping hand, in the interstellar age...Alt, you have to understand that in the vast interstellar In the era, small civilizations serve big civilizations, and big civilizations give protection to small civilizations. This is the universal rule of stars."
"I also believe that you who have experienced the apocalypse tyranny can easily distinguish who is a friend and who is an enemy..."
The Brigadier General looked at Alter's somewhat changed expression. He added another fire, and he lowered his voice:
"Actually, the Galactic Civilization is planning a conquest of the Moubis Civilization. You also know that there are many things we need in this star field. The Overlord cannot give up here, and the Galactic Civilization will not give up either. 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 mother star of Moubis?!"
"A big galaxy will always set up a governor. I think... no one in this starry sky is more suitable than you to control the land left by your ancestors. You are the true legal heir. The stars are flowing in your blood vessels. Under the noble bloodline, and those who pretend to be a civilized world, they, hum, they are just a bunch of clowns!"
Sergey had spoken to this point, and Alter's throat could not help moving up and down. In the face of this temptation, no reasonable person could refuse.
"I..."
"boom"
Before Alter’s words were spoken, a loud noise pierced the stars outside the cabin. In the violent shaking of the starship, Sergey turned back subconsciously, and saw that the small Moubis in the distance had become obsolete. The earth was completely shrouded in a dazzling red light, just like a big hand that could not be seen, and slowly closed together, this endangered planet was completely sent to hell.
"Do not!!!"
Elt was lying on the porthole in front of his eyes with a moth spitting fire, his eyes widened to the extreme. In his incredible eyes, his parent star was in a form of implosion, just like One of the most terrifying giant bombs was placed in the center of the planet, and his world shattered piece by piece in the beating of crimson light.
Those swelling in all directions, the fragmented earth is rolling in the magma, like the last cry from this world.
The crimson halo is more like a beating sun, where everything is ashing away in its radiant light.
The most terrifying manifestation of this destruction left the well-known Sergey froze in place, the cigar between his fingers falling on the ground, and a few splashes of Mars.
After the Moubis wasteland was completely transformed into a gravel belt among the stars, the crimson halo suddenly gathered, and in the light, a tall figure sat on the throne, and he looked at him indifferently. The world destroyed by his own hand, he snorted, his tyrannical voice echoed back and forth among the dark stars, like thunder, sounded in Sergey's ear:
"This is the price of rebelling against the of darkness..."
"The destruction of this sad world is only the beginning! You have earned destruction for yourself, and soon...I will find you and strangle you one by one!"
"The great apocalypse will not fail! The great of darkness will not fail!"
"All this! It will all belong to me! It will belong to...the invincible, Duckside!!!"