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Moreover, the royal families of these cosmic countries are not mascots like the United Kingdom and Japan, but they actually have real power and can even determine the decisions of the empire.

"Don't ask me, how do I know the answer?" Carol rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"The focus of our discussion now is that the Spartan Empire also perished!"

"Yes, yes, another cosmic empire has died." Nick Fury curled his lips perfunctorily.

"Come on, even if we develop at our best right now, we may leave the solar system within three years. What does what happens outside have to do with us?"

Involution is a bad word, but you have to admit that involution can bring some good things.

Perhaps involution is a bad and disgusting thing for the people involved, but from a practical perspective, involution and pressure will indeed bring about great progress.

For the people of Earth, the disaster of Fimbul Winter was indeed an opportunity for them to make great progress.

Under the pressure of destroying the world, human beings have abandoned most of their unnecessary human rights and rights, and are working hard for the future of mankind and, most importantly, their own survival.

However, as the winter of Fimbull fades away, it is estimated that not much of this hard work will be left.

Being able to independently build a spacecraft capable of leaving the solar system within three years is already the result of Nick Fury's overestimation.

After all, building spaceships and building weapons are two different things.

Every surviving nation on earth, including the United States, has this damn quirk.

You say let them create a super weapon that will destroy the world? No problem, we can easily make as many as you want.

But you said you were going to leave Earth in a craft? Sorry, this is a bit difficult to create.

Sometimes Nick Fury himself feels this weird as if he is cursed. If you ask all mankind to develop a new weapon of destruction, they will be very good at it. If you ask them to build a spacecraft, they will immediately become cerebral palsy.

"...The Spartan Empire is an emerging force second only to the three major countries in the universe."

Carol looked at the black braised eggs in front of her for a while, sighed, and chose to explain herself

"I don't need to describe the background of the Spartan Empire in detail here. You only need to know that these guys became the largest country in the universe after the collapse of Kree, Xandar and Shi'ar."

"The peninsula people will probably be very unhappy if they hear what you said, even though they are already dead..." Nick Fury muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing, you go ahead." Nick Fury shrugged

"The territory occupied by the Spartan Empire is large enough, and their technology is also quite advanced. The most important thing is that they are the only country in the universe that we know that can be reasonable."

Carol sighed deeply and said helplessly

"The environment of the universe has never been as bad as you think. The general environment has not reached the level of a dark forest - but it does not mean that the universe is a harmonious family."

"In fact, except for the three major cosmic countries, only a few cosmic countries are willing to abide by our convention. When we meet each other, there is basically no opportunity for communication."

"Most of them are the same as those pirates. If they can rob you, they will definitely not be willing to do business with you."

"Of course, at this stage, it doesn't matter whether these guys are friendly or not. The biggest problem for us with the end of the Spartan Empire is that we may not be able to formulate a united collective in the universe in the future. "

The universe is vast, empty, and dark.

In the vast and dark space, civilization and rationality are actually the rare and few things. In the vast space, there is more nothingness and confusion.

In the past, the space kingdoms where a hundred flowers bloomed gave this empty universe a little more civilization, but now, everything is fragmented.

Several large countries in the universe perished one after another, and then the remaining small countries almost degraded to the level they were when they left their home planet. No communication, no dialogue, no correspondence.

Such a situation will only have one result: all remaining civilizations will completely lose their knowledge of the universe and the source of information.

From this moment on, they will be like a group of disabled people who are deaf and blind. They can only look at the endless dark void, with ignorant panic about what is about to happen.

"Carol, do you really want to fight against the Necron? And their... enemies?"

Under Nick Fury's suspicious questioning, Carolol was silent for a moment and said in a sour tone.

"We have to do something after all, right..."

Carol actually knew that they were unable to fight against the Necrons, and they did not even have the ability to fight against an awakened dynasty.

Carol once saw with his own eyes how a fleet of the Endless Trazyn knocked down a hell star like a god of stars, ignited a star inside it, and then turned it into a computer. Horror world engine.

To put it bluntly, the technology of these Necrons is close to magic.

Moreover, their number is endless, spreading across the void. Their solemn agreement is transforming flesh and blood life in terrifying numbers, creating more undead.

Faced with an enemy that completely overwhelms you in both quantity and quality, how can you still think about resisting with your life?

Carroll understood that the so-called resistance was more of a show for his own people, just to let them see that the country and collective they trusted had not given up their final resistance.

Xandar chose to give up everything and huddle in such a small galaxy in the countryside. Although they told themselves that this was dormant and cultivating power, anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was already a mess.

They have no ability to resist their enemies, so they can simply find a relatively peaceful place and survive as long as possible.

Of course Nick Fury also understood Carol's difficulties. He was silent for a moment and sighed quietly.

It's not easy for each other...

Just when the atmosphere gradually became awkward and silent, a message was sent.

"People in Latveria are quite efficient, aren't they?" Carol raised her eyebrows and said with interest.

After capturing the officers of the Spartan Empire, Carol chose to hand them over to Latvian professionals in order to extract more information.

With the magical and mechanical legacy left by the Yellow Lantern Corps and Doom that penetrate deep into fear and materialize it, they are the most likely people on the planet to pry open a person's mouth.

But Carroll didn't expect their efficiency to be so high.

. In just five days, did they actually get enough valuable information?

Carol looked at the text message with interest, but the more she looked at it, the more serious her expression became.

"Okay Nick, instead of us continuing to waste time chatting here, let's go see the results of the interrogation together."

Carol stood up, choosing to bring closure to this topic.

"Some things, I'm afraid you have to face them directly to understand their seriousness."

293. Breath of the Gods

"Did you know? In fact, the sun above our heads is alive!"

"He just fell asleep, staying on our heads and falling into a long sleep from birth to death, releasing nuclear radiation to us all the time, killing the cells in our bodies."

"The sun is asleep, no doubt about it!"

“But a sleeping person can be awakened, why not a sleeping planet?

"Yes, yes, I saw it, I really saw it..."

When the chaotic sound that breaks order comes from the end of the universe, when the terrifying shadow of the entity approaches our sun.

I saw the sun come alive before my own eyes.

The sun that has accompanied our interests in countless ways, that has accepted countless living sacrifices offered in its name by our ancient times, became an angel...

What a horror, what an indescribable scene. There was no joy in my heart at all for witnessing a miracle, only the never-ending, deep and dark fear that poured into my heart.

I saw with my own eyes the wings growing out from the backs of the huge blazing angels, and I saw them flapping the wings of the blazing sun as they flew towards the dark fleet...

I know that they are a group of AI life forms calling themselves Necron.

I used to think they were easy to deal with, maybe just a little computer virus, or something else? I have always believed that these mindless machines pose no threat.

But I know now that I was wrong, very wrong.

When I saw the pair of wings growing out and waving the blazing sun as it rushed towards the black undead fleet, I swore I had never seen such a terrifying scene in my life.

The living Seraph Angel is so powerful that every time he swings the sword in his hand, he can burn a galaxy in flames.

If there really is a God in this world, then His existence is far more sacred and terrifying than any false idolatry.

The empire's fleet was overwhelmed by this terrifying angel. Even our home planet was evaporated into the sea when this terrifying angel approached, burning in the rising fear.

But among all the things I've witnessed, a raging star doesn't even rank high.

What I witnessed next was the most frightening to me, the most incomprehensible, and the most profound knowledge that I could not understand.

I witnessed the...infinite death of a star.

My poor words cannot describe the scene I saw, because I simply could not understand what was appearing in front of me.

I only saw that a black object was like a cage, imprisoning the sun that turned into an angel, and the next moment, this device accelerated the life time of the sun.

I saw with my own eyes that our sun went from its peak to its death, from a healthy yellow sun to a red sun, and then it couldn't withstand the internal pressure and exploded into a terrifying supernova...

I watched it turn into a white dwarf star, a blue neutron star, and finally a rotating black hole amid the crazy wailing...

If that's all it is, it's understandable.

But I couldn't understand, the indescribable scene was what happened next!

I saw our star go from life to death with my own eyes, and then I watched it slowly go from death to rebirth!

From a rotating black hole, it is like going back in time and turning into a blue neutron star, then back to a white dwarf star, shrinking and exploding back to the initial posture of a supernova, and turning back into a red sun and a yellow sun!

How is this going? What exactly is happening in front of me? !

With the knowledge my poor brain knows, there is only one thing I can understand.

They captured the living sun and drained it of its energy.

It’s not just about squeezing the sun’s energy from birth to death, but squeezing out the energy of every single moment in every parallel world, countless individuals in parallel time and space!

That star was imprisoned in a cage. It died countless times and was reborn countless times, each time bringing extremely abundant energy to those terrifying Necrons!

I don't know where that energy will be used, and I can't even understand what kind of things such terrifying energy can be used up?

Could it be that they want to trigger a big bang?

Such ridiculous ideas took root in my mind but I couldn’t stop! I don't know how I got back to my mothership, and I don't know when I ordered the jump to escape our home!

Before I left, I saw something that truly broke me.

That terrifying black prison turned into a huge sky, and I saw with my own eyes that it covered my hometown, our galaxy...

I please look at every piece of land in my hometown, and every particle of dust is experiencing constant life and death, death and rebirth, rebirth and death!

These terrifying undead, they imprisoned an entire galaxy, and constantly killed and reshaped them to obtain terrifying energy.

Before I fled like a coward without looking back, I saw the terrifying sky was still spreading...

I understand that my life, all our lives, are nothing but dust and a joke.

Pointless...meaningless...

"The above is all the information extracted from the mind of Mr. Voss."

A member of the Yellow Lantern Corps pushed up his glasses, looked at Carol in front of him and said seriously

"We can only present words, because directly reading the mind information has caused our three 'nightmare men' responsible for the interrogation to fall into madness!"

"We don't know how much of what he said is true and how much of it is a false fantasy... But when we triggered the most fearful thing in his heart, many Yellow Lantern members couldn't bear it and passed out."

"I'm sorry." Carol first expressed his apology to the Yellow Lantern Corps, and then said seriously

"The information you provided is very useful! This prisoner will be handed over to you for safekeeping first. Be sure to bring out more useful information!"

The members of the Yellow Lantern Corps hesitated and let out a long sigh.

For these villains who use fear as the source of their power, the biggest natural enemy is actually the fear itself that they rely on to survive.

The yellow light that brings fear to others, if it brings fear to others, then its source of power is equivalent to being cut off.

It was obvious that the memory in the mind of this Spartan Empire officer named Vos was the source of such fear for them.

Those memories, even if they are simply presented, to the "Nightmare Men" of the Yellow Lantern Corps who read them, it is a terrifying dream that they cannot create even if they use their imagination to the extreme.

Every time they watch, they lose a master of nightmare fabrication, which is an unacceptable loss for the Yellow Lantern Corps...

"Carol, this..."

Nick Fury, who followed, also listened to everything that happened word for word. As soon as he opened his mouth, Carol interrupted him and said

"You know what to do, Nick."

Nick Fury remained silent. What he should do was to do nothing. He should not record a single word of what he heard here in his memory.

In fact, even with his "well-informed" qualities and extremely high ability to withstand stress, he still feels that these things are too desperate...

Their enemy is not a primitive man with a group of high-tech skins who crush them with big alien tires.

Their enemy is a race that can play with stars wantonly and even dance with the laws of the universe in its hands.