Chapter 926: A Long Day

"We are all children of large industrial areas. Although this planet has fallen behind this era and has not been able to join the industrial sequence for many years, we all know how this world works."

An old man with dark complexion, gray curly hair, and wearing old-fashioned work clothes angrily waved his arms on the rostrum, and said loudly: "According to the previous rules and regulations, all space refining furnaces are under the full monitoring of the supercomputer, and the energy intensity will never touch the dangerous area. Why did it bring out a space crack, and then the explosion happened a few days ago?"

Another man in a suit and glasses tried to interrupt the old man, but was rudely pushed aside. The old man continued loudly: "From the closure of the planet last year, to the so-called explosion this time, and to the emergency alert issued by the government just now, it is all a conspiracy by the authorities of the Galaxy Alliance! They want to abandon us as burdens, and they don't want to take on the obligations of the government. They want to drive us underground!"

Someone finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up and retorted: "There are detailed data reports for the two explosions, why don't you take a look?"

The old man was even more angry, and slammed the table on the podium hard, saying: "Even if it really exploded, it would be tens of light-years away. I only went to junior technical school and I know that there is nothing faster than light in the universe. Light has to travel for decades. Could it be that monsters from the sea of ​​dark things will appear before our eyes tomorrow? Why do we have to pay such a big price now for something so far away?"

Ms. Eve stood at the door of the venue, watching the debate on the rostrum in the distance, and couldn't help shaking her head. This union executive is still so rude and uneducated that Mr. Mayor shouldn't be spending his precious time trying to convince him or even let him speak.

The heated debate didn't last long, because even if someone supported the old man's position, there was no way to publicly support his stupid views.

The two explosions before and after were in the same planet-level factory, which is indeed more than 60 light-years away from their planet, but the biggest problem is that the Sea of ​​Dark Matters can pass through the torsion void. Even the scientific community of the Galaxy Alliance has always had a guess that the main world of the Sea of ​​Dark Matter is originally in the torsion void.

If the Sea of ​​Dark Matters really invades the Helicide Industrial Area through that space rift, then no one knows when it will come to this planet, but it certainly won't take decades, and it may even fall before everyone's eyes in a few dozen days.

Several elderly councilors used the same rude method to drive the elderly trade union executive off the rostrum. The mayor wiped his sweat and glasses with lingering fear, and began to arrange work for the councilors and officials of various departments.

When the head of the relevant department said that the inspection of the underground base had not been completed, the good-tempered Mr. Mayor finally couldn't help it, and almost roared: "I asked you to start the inspection after the last explosion, why it hasn't been completed yet!"

The head of the department wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead just like Mr. Mayor did just now, and said with some embarrassment: "The underground base has never been officially opened, and no one thought that it would really be opened one day. The annual routine inspection is just a remote data inspection. It only takes... a few days, and there is really no way to complete it."

The mayor would not accept such an excuse, and shouted: "The blockade period has been more than a year! I said at last year's meeting that these tasks can be completed while there are few affairs. Where did you hear that?"

Like Eve, there are many grassroots staff who can't bear this kind of endless and meaningless quarrels, and buzzing voices can be heard everywhere in the venue, which actually suppressed the quarrels of the officials. Eve found her chief affairs officer and said something in a low voice. The head of affairs came to the rostrum as quickly as possible, and spoke a few more words with the mayor's secretary. Then the secretary transferred those words to Mr. Shi's ears.

Mr. Mayor was silent for a while, then shook his head and said: "Don't count on the military, I don't have the face to send warships here, the first task of the fleet must be to seal off the large industrial area..."

Before he finished speaking, the old union executive shouted again from the audience: "What's the use of those warships coming! Don't let them consume our food reserves!"

The mayor pretended not to hear his words and the people's discussions in the venue, and said to the secretaries and department heads around him: "Follow the spirit of the city union and the order of the alliance, make all residents ready to enter the underground base. If the sea of ​​​​dark things really comes, start moving immediately, and then wait for rescue."

The department chief who was questioned earlier asked hesitantly: "Really...won't you try asking the military to send warships to evacuate?"

"It's too far away." Mr. Mayor rubbed his eyes only to realize that he was the one who spoke, and suddenly lost his temper and shouted, "What are you doing here, go check it out!"

It didn't take long for officials at all levels in the venue, administrative personnel, and staff from all over the city to pop up their work lists on their wristbands.

Eve looked at the instructions on the list, turned around and left the meeting place. She had to complete the preparations for her block within three days. The time was very urgent, and she might not even have time to eat.

Thinking of this, when passing the hall, she directly grabbed a few bags of dry bread and stuffed them into her briefcase, took another piece and bit into her mouth, and walked out of the building at a faster pace, faster and faster, like running.

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The girl quietly looked at the star map above the hot spring.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the floral flowers on her bathrobe are more colorful than usual.

Many mechanical characters that only she could understand appeared on the star map, representing the prompts and process planning of the central computer computing core.

The space rift that appeared in the Scorpion Tail Nebula industrial area grew bigger again, and the fourth erosion failed again.

The Thirteenth Fleet of the Star Front Fleet will arrive at the star field where the incident occurred in thirty-seven hours, and the rest of the battleships are also going to the rescue as quickly as possible. There are four Cocoon Breakers on those battleships.

The biggest question now is, if the sea of ​​dark matter really passes through that space crack, the situation is out of control, and whether a large-scale evacuation is necessary.

The Scorpion Tail Nebula is the heavy industry center of the Galaxy Alliance and one of the important resource star fields. The number of humans living there is not too many, only less than 700 million people. Only an entire fleet is needed to complete the evacuation, but in that case, the space channel between the Scorpion Tail Nebula and the main star needs to be opened.

——Those space channels have been closed for more than a year.

It’s okay if it’s just Jing Jiu, now that he’s with Xue Ji, what should we do if they come here through the space channel? She made a decision without thinking for too long, and reopened the space passage, and let Chen Ya lead the fleet to rush there as quickly as possible to prepare for the evacuation.

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If it wasn't for killing a carbine and catching Mr. Dan, Chen Ya should have arrived at the planetary factory at this time, with a nuclear power furnace on his back and an injector, and started to melt the space crack.

Thinking of this, his face became a little ugly.

The explosion of the planetary factory directly caused the death of more than 300 workers, and the sea of ​​dark matter drifting from the space rift infiltrated more than 1,000 workers. The most troublesome thing is that the space rift is still expanding, and it is even close to surpassing the space rift in the Stargate base.

Of course, the real trouble is on the other side of the space crack. The return from the battleship in front was very clear, that was the bottom of the Sea of ​​Dark Things, and even something in the shape of tentacles could be faintly seen on the dim picture sent back by the probe that flew past.

If it is really a brood, this is even more troublesome.

Fortunately, the universe is vast, and the space is really huge. Even if the sea of ​​dark matter and the monsters formed by its infiltration can pass through the torsion hole, they will only flow unconsciously. It will take a while to threaten the 700 million humans living in that star field. Thinking that Jing Jiu was still there, his expression became even uglier. He switched on the encrypted communication, contacted the 857 base in the distance, and said, "Are you ready?"

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The spaceship kept leaving the ground of planet 857, bringing some breeze, and the death spores blown around the sky, adding some magical colors to the black and white world.

Those spaceships entered the battleships outside the atmosphere one after another, and then the battleships left the galaxy, entered the outer space and entered the large battleships, and finally formed a temporary fleet in the more distant space passages.

Base 857 is the most secret place in the Galaxy Alliance, but if it is not too far from the Scorpion Tail Nebula in terms of distance, the military wants to support the planetary factory that exploded, and it is the fastest way to start from here. There is another reason that no one knows—the sage Zeng Ju has been here.

Among the cocoon breakers, Zeng Shengren's realm is extremely high, and he has very rich experience in dealing with the sea of ​​dark things. Last year, a warship was infiltrated by the sea of ​​dark matter, and he and Shen Yun buried it to deal with it.

The temporary fleet sailed into the torsion hole, the light outside the window disappeared without a trace, and the self-illumination in the room was turned on. The captain walked into the room at the bow, looked at the figure in front of the window, thought of the missing Mr. Chief Advisor, and said after a moment of silence: "Thank you."

Zeng Ju turned around and looked at the captain with a slight smile, and said, "This is what I should do."

This sentence is easily misunderstood as perfunctory many times, but it is very sincere when it comes out of his mouth.

The captain is Jiang Zhixing, the captain of the Lieyang battleship.

This battleship is naturally the Lieyang.

After the battle in the galaxy outside the fog, the Lieyang battleship was seriously damaged, and everyone from Jiang Zhixing to ordinary soldiers were put in military prisons. Until a few days ago, Zeng Ju relied on his strong influence to forcibly release them from the military prison. It just so happened that the Lieyang battleship was also repaired at this time.

It didn't take long for the Lieyang battleship to sail out of the torsion hole together with other companions and arrived at the Scorpion Tail Nebula. There is still a long distance from the Menghuo planetary industrial base where the explosion occurred, and it is impossible to see it with the naked eye, but the remote communication system can already help them see the real picture. Looking at the burning planet on the light curtain and the looming black spots in between, Jiang Zhixing's expression became very dignified.

This is the biggest precursor to the disaster that the Galaxy Alliance has faced since the Stargate Base was invaded by the Sea of ​​Dark Matter.

Zeng Ju is not very nervous, because the current Galaxy Alliance is much stronger than it was decades ago, and there is already a very powerful ascender there, even if he can't hold it, he can delay it for a while. The most important thing is that human beings are really lucky, and there should be no major incidents.

"Luck?" Jiang Zhixing asked puzzled.

"Even if the crack in space cannot be blocked, the monsters will not infect too many lives if they land on certain planets."

The reasons given are very clear. After Jing Jiu disappeared, the space channel between the Scorpion Tail Nebula and the main star field of the Galaxy Alliance was completely cut off. All planets strictly prohibited any aircraft from taking off and landing. The government and various organizations in the social system entered a state of emergency. The captain of the star vanguard patrolled this star field for a long time. Now facing emergencies, the efficiency and mobilization ability of human society are infinitely stronger than in previous years.

The picture on the light curtain is getting more and more stable, and the communication system can guarantee to enter the whole star field broadcast. Zeng Ju was silent for a while, reached out to turn on the communication switch, and began to issue orders to all the warships in the Evening Scorpion Nebula and the governments of the planets.

Chen Ya and his fleet are still in the main star field, and no one has higher authority than him. His orders are no different from the imperial decrees of the feudal dynasty, and even more stringent, and must be implemented without compromise.

The first and third fleets of the Star Front Fleet closest to the explosion site went to support as quickly as possible, and more than 3,000 warships in the distance were ordered to quickly spread out to various galaxies. However, any human-inhabited planet that can be reached by two space transitions must be prepared to retreat.

Jiang Zhixing did a simple calculation and found that 300 million people might need to evacuate in the first phase. He couldn't help feeling a little worried, and said, "Can it work?"

"The central computer has calculated it, and there is no problem."

Zeng Ju didn't care about these details, looked at the burning planet on the light curtain, looked at the looming black spot in the flame, and took a deep breath.

Whether it is retreating or waiting for help on the spot, it is a formal process in the plan. The key to solving this matter is whether the space crack can be blocked.

The first Ascender who rushed to the burning planet was very powerful, and his sword was ruthless. The problem was that the space crack was too big, and it would be very difficult, even... dangerous, to fight and melt at the same time. It would be fine if Shen Yun was buried there, his combat power is definitely not weaker than that ascendant, and his physical strength far exceeds that of the opponent, just like on Planet Huangyu 2...

Zeng Ju felt a little stuffy between his eyebrows, raised his hand and rubbed it lightly, and stopped thinking about these problems.

Jiang Zhixing looked at his expression, and subconsciously said, "Will you... make you a pot of hot tea?"

From the Stargate base to the main planet, then to the 857 base, and then to the galaxy outside the fog, he was used to seeing Zhong Lizi and Huaxi making tea for Jing Jiu.

Zeng put his hands down, smiled and said, "I'll just drink water."

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Ascetics don't care about enjoyment, whether tea or wine is often just for viewing, or to entrust certain meanings.

People in the Galaxy Alliance don't have much interest in tea, and are more willing to surrender to various carbonated drinks and trace amounts of medicine. Anyway, with genetic optimization and martial arts practice, the slight damage caused by those stimuli doesn't need to be taken too seriously.

There are all kinds of drinks in the living area of ​​the Lieyang battleship, and there are only some simple tea bags in the corner.

More than a dozen researchers of Base 857 sat in the living area, holding wine and various beverages and discussing something in low voices. They have conducted years of research on the monsters of the Sea of ​​Dark Matters, and they have a lot of experience. Presumably, they should be able to play a very important role in this emergency.

A researcher squatted in the corner of the cabinet, looked at the words on the tea bags, picked them up and smelled them curiously, shook his head in disappointment, and seemed dissatisfied.

In the end, he picked out a pack of jasmine tea. For some reason, he has a kind of affection for jasmine. A few years ago, his wife knew his hobby and often made him jasmine tea, but now it has been several years since he drank it.

The tea bag was unreasonably torn open, the tea leaves and flower petals inside were rudely poured into the cup, the boiling water fell from the automatic induction outlet, the dark green tea leaves and the tiny white petals kept spinning, and gradually released a stronger fragrance - the fragrance was mainly floral, and the tea fragrance was completely covered up.

The researcher shook his head in disappointment again, the gray plaid shirt on his body trembled as his body swayed, forming a mosaic-like effect. (I really can’t think of a suitable new term, so I still use mosaic)

Whether it's the tea bags, the overboiled water, or the insulated cup that doesn't burn his hands, he's not satisfied.

There are many interesting, amusing and useful things in this world, but there is no good iron pot, no good teacup, and no good tea.

Holding a large teacup that was emitting heat, he walked towards the work area. The colleague shouted twice behind him, and he pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, saying that he still had a deduction calculation that he had not completed.

Accompanied by a light beep, the bracelet emits bright light, calling out the corresponding secret information, which slowly circulates in the form of a three-dimensional light curtain. The researcher in the gray plaid shirt leaned back on the chair, quietly looked at the pictures and data, raised the teacup in his hand, took two breaths, and then took a warm breath.

He is holding the teacup in his right hand, and there is a silver bracelet on his wrist, with light flowing on the surface, giving people a particularly agile feeling, as if he is always ready to come alive and fight.