After the flying saucer captured the entire sect, I became very popular among the stars.

In the vast expanse of space, a vast pale orange cluster of galaxies hangs upside down among the long stretches of the Milky Way.

Surrounding the orange-red sun with a diameter of 2.7 million kilometers, twenty or thirty planets of different sizes and colors rotate in elliptical orbits.

Between the planets, light like meteors scattered alternately. They were countless spaceships and star track trains soaring between the stars. They shuttled among countless interstellar aircraft carriers and space stations, adding a touch of bustle to the originally lonely space. .

This is 0.7 light-years away from the Kukai Galaxy, the base camp of Celestial Civilization, the Ryūchi Galaxy.

Above the fourth planetary orbit around the sun, a blue planet is particularly eye-catching.

Two silver-white straight pipes extend far out on both sides of it. They are two space elevators. At the end of the space elevator is a space station with stacked ring cabins. The size of the station is comparable to that of the surface of the planet. Small continent.

From one angle, it looks like a little girl wearing two silver braids.

It used to be called Yuze, but now it's called Tianren Star, and the headquarters of the Tianren Alliance is located here.

In the center of the largest red earth continent on Tianren Star, the magnificent Great House is entrenched among the bustling cities.

The huge chamber that accommodated ten thousand people was filled with people. Countless people walked through the densely packed seats. Everyone was in a hurry and looking anxious as they came in and out.

Above their heads, dozens or hundreds of small robots were flying in mid-air. They looked like big birds with computer faces. Many large birds had red lights flashing on their heads, and various sirens blared from the speakers.

Whether they are pedestrians or machines, they all have a common goal, which is the rostrum located in the center of the House, under the high wall.

On the wall several meters high, the statue of a celestial being with wings is particularly eye-catching under the spotlight;

Directly below the Tianren logo, more than a dozen politicians in formal attire sit behind a semi-curved rostrum. Translucent holographic projection screens are constantly emerging on the precision machinery around them. These large and small square screens are stacked on top of each other. Together, the dozen or so people sitting on the rostrum seemed to be in a blue beam of light.

Every time the blue screen appears, it is accompanied by a frightening message:

"Oneworld Corporation has issued an alarm. Zerg riots have occurred on Zhuyue and Xuanyin. The Oneworld government has issued a level one natural disaster red warning and requested alliance forces to intervene for reinforcements!"

"Thousand Island City in Waveless Sea has fallen! The 7th and 10th Allied Mecha Squadrons have arrived for reinforcements!"

"An insect swarm has broken out in many parts of Gombe! The entire planet has entered a state of special alert. The local highest authority has applied for approval from the Grand Council for mobile support from the nearby Steel Dome fleet!"

"Konghai intersystem communication has been completed! The planets where the insect outbreak broke out can now be confirmed: Clark, Wandering, and Iron Curtain under the Kukai Business Alliance; Lingyuan and Lingyuan under Ari Company; Luye Star under Nord Company... "

Similar alarm sounds were heard endlessly, intertwined with the non-stop ringing of phones and machine warnings in the hall, bringing the chaos in the House to an extreme.

"Steel Dome Company applied for the use of anti-matter star destroyer bombs..."

"What did you say?!" In the center of the rostrum, a bald man who was extremely busy looked at the messenger in front of him with wide eyes.

"Uh, Steel Dome Company..." the messenger repeated to the bald man while holding a portable holographic computer.

"No! What kind of joke are those lunatics from Steel Dome Company doing? What do they think of human life?"

The bald man yelled angrily and turned his attention to the screens in front of him. Behind him, an upright old man patted his shoulder with a wry smile, and turned to the young man in charge of communications:

"The goal is?"

"The target is... a mining star under Steel Dome, which has not yet been named, and is located in the Xixian Galaxy."

The old man smiled, asked the young man to step back, and sat down next to the bald man.

"Why are you so angry? At least the people from Steel Dome informed us."

"You are the only old guy in the House who can still say a few sarcastic words." The bald man responded without raising his head. "Can't you see how urgent the situation is now? You have time to chat with me. , how about going to the front lines of Thousand Island City to command the mecha troops? After all, you are also their old leader."

The old man shook his head: "I no longer have that power. It's better to say..."

He was only halfway through speaking when a red screen suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Among the continuous blue screens, this bright red looked so dazzling. The noisy parliament hall fell silent for an instant. Everyone's eyes were focused here. There were only five words written on it:

"Contact is lost on Gombe."

The cold prompt sound echoed in everyone's ears along with the text.

"Lost contact?"

The bald man's voice was trembling, "Where is the nearby Steel Dome Fleet! Haven't they been approved to assist?"

"They...are a step too late." The young man in charge of liaison just responded weakly, "The upper management of Steel Dome issued an ultimatum to the alliance."

He read the text on the screen in front of him with some disbelief: "Our company has lost confidence in the alliance's support capabilities and will take coercive measures to face the zerg crisis on its planet. As for the possible problems that may arise during the crisis, Any problems, all responsibilities shall be borne by our company..."

"You have to bear it on your own!" the bald man laughed angrily, "Is Steel Dome Company going to betray the alliance?"

The young man did not dare to speak out, but the old man just now was the first to speak: "That's how they are."

However, Steel Dome's "notification letter" was only the beginning of this chaos.

After the news came that Gombe lost contact, more red windows kept popping up, almost every one of them brought unfortunate news.

The number of people in the parliament hall doubled, and the MPs discussed the plan as fast as the alarm came.

Even at such a critical juncture, fierce quarrels are still breaking out among these lawmakers. Every rescue bill will be questioned from various angles. It is almost impossible to achieve unity.

Some people are anxious, while others are watching indifferently, just because the planet where his family's business is located is not serious. One company representative refused support because he could not afford the huge fuel costs.

The bald man's eyes were bloodshot, and he slumped down on the chair behind him. Those dazzling reds made him breathless and almost crushed him.

These zerg...these few interstellar remnants, when exactly did they lurk on these planets?

With such a huge number of zerg, how long have they been lurking? Hundreds of years? For thousands of years? Why didn't anyone find out after so long?

Since the birth of the Celestial Civilization, they have developed smoothly for more than two thousand years.

For more than two thousand years, they have colonized planets, opened up galaxies, expeditions to the sea of ​​​​stars, and traveled in the sky on spaceships built with advanced technology. They have long considered themselves the masters of this universe.

They think highly of themselves and are arrogant about everything, and have already set their goal at the end of the universe.

But when he looked back, he realized that his fleet couldn't even defeat a group of insects.

Companies working independently, cumbersome armament systems, interdepartmental communications that are slow to develop, and parliamentarians with different opinions...

A variety of complex reasons intertwine to create this desperate chaos.

"It's time... to let go. Prime Minister." The old man patted the bald man on the shoulder again. "You and I have long expected that the alliance will be in such a disaster, haven't we? It's just that this insect plague... has brought it forward a bit. .”

The smile gradually disappeared from the old man's face, and his eyes dimmed.

The bald Prime Minister glanced at him and pushed his body up from the chair with both hands.

The red light was still flashing, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Someone also stood up and shouted something, as if to oppose the motion he was about to propose.

But he couldn't hear them anymore, or he ignored them.

Everyone present looked at his red eyes. There was pain and helplessness in his eyes, as well as a trace of imperceptible compassion.

"Everyone," the Prime Minister said with a trembling voice, "The Allied fleet is limited and we are no longer able to provide assistance to all planets. It is time to make a decision."

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