Chapter 382: Each home

"Vote, revenge or retain vitality?"
I don’t know how long the commander-in-chief of the Mistman Fleet broke the silence. "We must have a direction. It is not a way to continue this way."
The people under the fog nodded.
Voting started, because it was voted by secret ballot, so there is no need for everyone, just choose whatever you want.
All the tickets were habitually shaken by the adjutant in a small box, and then drawn immediately, opened one by one, and began to count.
revenge……
revenge……
Recuperate...
revenge……
The statistical results came out quickly, and those who voted for "revenge" won with an overwhelming advantage.
"Then it's so decided, revenge!" The commander-in-chief looked stern.
Of course, the eggs cannot be placed in the same basket, not to mention that the foggy civilization is already crumbling, so the commander-in-chief decided to dispatch 80% of the troops to avenge, leaving 20% ​​of the forces to search for the fugitive in the universe.
The idea was made, the commander-in-chief ordered the return flight, they were ready to return to the foggy galaxy, through the follow-up technology to find out what was going on, and then implement the plan against the target.
In particular, to find the direction of the departure of the Cangmu civilization mentioned in the communication letters. Although the letter does not say that the destruction of the fog star information is related to this Cangmu civilization, but no matter what, as witnesses present, they also Can't escape the relationship.
The Fogman Fleet retreated, and there was a burst of cheers from the Purser Civilization Fleet.
"Hahaha, we are the strongest!"
"Fogman can't win us, then this star cluster, no one can win us!"
"Let me dance a victory!"
...
The top leaders of the pursuit of civilization decided to hold a vigorous celebration dinner at night, and ordered everyone to share their long-cherished things together.
It is foreseeable that a very shabby celebration feast is being prepared.
Zhou Yijun also noticed the retreat of the Mistman Fleet. In order to avoid being targeted by the pursuer civilization, he also immediately ordered a retreat and stood by at a far enough place.
"How about it, can you get in touch?" Zhou Yijun frowned, and his heart was anxious.
I don’t know why, planting spirit. Phone tube. Chat window. Intercom. The second generation suddenly lost consciousness, and even the avatar of the civilized life form of the pursuer mother star fell together.
Fortunately, the intelligence personnel were all trained by Zhou Qing and have strong adaptability. Otherwise, they may be discovered and taken aside.
"The report is still not there, but it should be fast." The correspondent responded.
"I hope everything is well." Zhou Yijun couldn't let go of his worries. After all, the mothership was over there. Once something went wrong, the entire human civilization could be destroyed.
Half a month later, they finally received the ultra-remote mail from Xie Sang. The email briefly explained the destruction of the foggy galaxy, as well as the heavy damage to the mother ship.
Seeing these words, a group of senior executives missed a few beats. After seeing the number of casualties, the whole person was not good. Finally, when they saw the main damaged area, the so-called hardest hit area, everyone was relieved. .
Generally, those who can sit in this position will not live in the corner area.
Finally, Xie Sang gave them an order: return to the sea!
"What about intelligence personnel?" someone asked.
"Send a message to the intelligence personnel to see if they can stabilize, and stay there if they can, otherwise we will find a way to pick them out." Zhou Yijun responded.
Some officers frowned, this command was very humane at first glance, but when war was not about humanity, they might get caught up in the civilization of the pursuers!
"I know what you are thinking." Zhou Yijun looked at these guys who showed dissatisfaction, "This is called a routine."
In other words, just ask...
Then, another wave of officers frowned, and this time, Zhou Yijun ignored them.
A few months later, the Zhou Yi Army fleet began to turn around and return to the base to meet the mother ship.
Decades later, the foggy galaxy.
The outgoing Mistman fleet finally returned, but there was no longer a dock to receive them here, and some were just a field of dead stars flooded with colorful auras.
During these decades, the transcendental core is still expanding, eventually engulfing the entire galaxy. After doing this step, the energy in the core of the transcendental level is also almost diluted, and it has retreated to the single color level, which is also colorful at this time.
"Did the plan fail?"
The Commander-in-Chief of the Fleet probably guessed what was going on, but in this way, the murderers would be gone, because this was their own self-immolation.
"Commander, what should I do?" The adjutant looked blank.
"Secret investigation, it is best if you can find the murderer, if not..." The commander-in-chief took a deep breath. "Now the Mistman fighters need a goal to achieve unity!"
"I understand the commander." The adjutant nodded.
On the other hand, the Zhou Yijun fleet also returned to the base camp to contact the mothership. After a few decades, the eight generals met again. Because they are all changed people, everyone still looks like that, but everyone’s face On, there are a lot more mature and deep.
"We are all a group of old immortals now." Ke Yang smiled. Recently, he broke through to the silver level. With the frequent exposure to red light, the life expectancy is thousands of years.
The rest are similar.
"I didn't expect so many things to happen." Zhou Yijun sighed.
"Yeah." Yuan Qiji nodded.
Subsequently, the voice of Assistant No. 1 resounded in the conference hall, and the meeting officially began.
In the captain's room, Xie Ma held a shower to water the flowers.
"Why doesn't it..." Xiema habitually nodded Xie Yan's main stem with her feet, then turned her head to look at the machine room. "Are you correct this solution? There are so many pouring every day, will not rotten Is it rooted?"
Xie Sang, who was in the meeting, distributed a part of the arithmetic unit to this side and responded: "This is a drug used to treat mental diseases in humans. From the clinical trials, the effect is some, which is several percentage points higher than the placebo, but ..."
"This is not for plants, so the effect is likely to be greatly reduced, or even worse than some placebos."
Xiema pouted, "Why not just use a placebo?"
Xie Sang was helpless for a while, "The placebo can only work under the premise of deception. The ancestral plant is in a comatose state and has no consciousness, so there is no way. Now only dead horses can be used as living horse doctors."
"Relax, as long as the body is there, the soul will recover slowly." The evil spirit interjected.
"Yes, it will come back!" Hua Xiong, wearing a translator, wailed aside and lost Xie Yan, a translator translation station, and they could not communicate with each other.
"Ok!"
At this moment, Xie Sang received several signals, and he anxiously said: "Damn, the Fogman Fleet is coming!"
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