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Empty, majestic, as spectacular as another world, but also lifeless due to the cold metallic light and lifeless rigid mechanical lines everywhere. The Gnaku of the "War Ark" class transport ship is where war machines are stored. The best cabin, but definitely not a good place to live safely. In such a space full of cold colors and filled with ferocious armed spaceships, the refugees seemed at a loss. They could only stay as close as possible to familiar people and rely on unity to form a group. to feel as safe as possible.
Almost every temporary refugee ship is similar. The military transport carrier originally used to transport war weapons was conscripted into a search and rescue vessel. Naturally, it was impossible to prepare enough crew cabins, so all the refugees rescued from the ruined planet were concentrated. In the vast Gnaku, staying with those huge and terrifying imperial armaments, in order to avoid danger, secondary area control rules were activated in the transport carrier, and the cargo stack area in the Gnaku was surrounded by Covered with a translucent light blue nether energy barrier, these shimmering shields divided the space of Gnaku into many long corridor-like strips, and the shocked victims were also divided into many areas. , even if they could see each other through the light blue shield, they did not dare to rush through the isolation zone with flashing warning signs and the sentry guarding the soldiers to join their families, so this became another atmosphere that made the atmosphere The triggers are getting worse.
Most people still don't know what happened. When the disaster struck, they just thought that a nearby mining station had touched the ancient energy furnace and caused an explosion. But as the earth fell apart, the ground under their feet was almost overturned. When they came over, people realized that an unprecedented disaster was befalling them. The people in the highlands were the first to witness the horrific scene of the earth being torn apart by a huge rift spewing fire. Shortly after that, there was a huge rift in the sky. A large area of ??green light appeared. This layer of light quickly healed the wounds of people injured in earthquakes and explosions, and even resurrected many unlucky people who had died in accidents without anyone knowing. Just when people were still there. Before he could recover from this second vision, countless huge black shadows appeared in the sky.
A formation of spaceships dragging long blue lights descended from the sky and began to quickly search for every survivor on the land covered with flames and smoke. Most of the refugees were trapped in a bewildered state by a group of heavily armed soldiers. The heavily armored warriors boarded the spacecraft, and many of them didn't even react until they climbed to the outer edge of the atmosphere to look outside the portholes. And it was this glance from the outer edge of the atmosphere that triggered Countless panics.
There is nothing more nightmare-like than watching your own planet gradually split apart under your feet. The scene of your dark-brown home planet being wrapped in a giant web of flames and gradually being cut into countless pieces will probably leave a lasting impression on this generation. A nightmare that will last a lifetime.
Now these victims who have been rescued from the surface are gathering together in different areas, talking carefully in low voices, sobbing, or cursing. Many pairs of eyes will carefully scan the heavy infantry standing guard not far away, but In the end, the owners of these eyes still did not make up their minds to take the initiative to talk to these soldiers. It was not that these soldiers had done any horrifying evil deeds. On the contrary, everyone here knew that they were saved from disasters by these soldiers. They were rescued from the ground, but the problem is that these guys are too difficult to get along with. They carry guns and cannons, are heavily armored, have sharp eyes, and can't even see they are breathing. This group of people just have to put a "life" on their faces. Guys with the "Keep Out" label are really not easy for people to get close to.
Facts have proved that the ability of grassroots Xiling soldiers to be close to the people is indeed a difficult attribute to improve. This group of soldiers who are big and round and like to have a straight face are too defensive
Of course, the exception is the elite soldiers of certain special forces. They are suitable to be regarded as the three evils
The only ones who looked different, instead of being decadent or sitting on the ground whispering in fear like ordinary refugees, stood up and walked around, maintaining order, and constantly speaking to encourage everyone, there were only some figures wearing black robes. These are Church monks. Although in this world, "church" is not a very accurate word, and the so-called monks are not moralists who fully study religion and theology, monks are still well-deserved role models in this world society. They are among the ruins. The only descendant who still remembers the mission and creed of his ancestors hundreds of thousands of years ago, adheres to the belief of "race interests first" and "never fall", and can still stand up and lead a group of civilians when the world is overturned. Before today, the monks of the church played a comprehensive role on the entire world stage as scholars, technicians, archaeologists, researchers and transcribers of ancient history. They were the only group of people who still had sporadic access to ancient records. It is also today that field?At this time, she still knew what she should do, so she nodded: "Then it should be something for me. I was the one who fought in this world hundreds of thousands of years ago."
Now we are basically 100% sure that it was Huesca who left a legacy to the surviving natives of this world, but this is very illogical. It is hard for me to imagine that the little devil who killed everyone on sight would let a group of ordinary races go. And they were given a mission, but this girl has always been unorganized in her work, so it seems to be excusable for her to have something that breaks the plot.
Yoder nodded, but he still looked at Viska with some doubts. Obviously, such a one-meter-two short winter melon suddenly became the "god" that his ancestors once served. This made the old man extremely confused, but now things He no longer has the final say, because besides him, there is a guy with higher authority who holds the key to the "Holy Treasury".
"Your Excellency General! Your Excellency General! This ship is keeping that thing for you! It's intact! This old man? Well, this ship really doesn't know why he has the key, but this ship has a higher-level open code!"
Yes, the guy with higher authority is the crazy ship-based AI in front of us. Viska gave a set of keys to the inheritance to the local indigenous people, but another set of direct codes was stored on his flagship ship. into the host computer.
"The so-called holy libraryshould be the core of that planet, right?"
Looking at the slowly splitting below, and now a ruined planet with a red core can be vaguely seen, Sandora asked in a low voice.
By now, Joad had nothing to hide. He simply nodded: "It is indeed true. The place where the ancient heritage is stored is the core of the big star, and the place where the big city is located is actually the entrance to the passage leading to the holy treasury The big city is built on a huge On the gate, in the original ancient records, when the holy treasury needs to be opened, the city will sink smoothly and move to another part of the earth, revealing a channel that leads directly to the core of the earth, and the heritage will come out of this channel ¡¡±
"That is to say, if everything is normal, the opening of the holy library will not lead to the destruction of the planet," Sandora's eyes narrowed, "And nowit seems to have been cracked by violence"
After the rescue of civilians on the planet's surface, we were finally able to calm down and think about this disaster. Sandora immediately discovered something unusual about it.
"Who tampered with the holy library?"
As soon as Sister-in-law asked, an alarm with the highest emergency authority sounded across all channels:
"Enemy attack! Fallen Apostle Fleet! Enemy attack!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. )(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com