Chapter 711 Assimilation
"...Everyone, we are about to open a new page in human history. Now I announce that the 'Great Expedition' plan has officially begun!"
Through the mysterious network that connects thousands of leading ships and nearly 100 billion federal citizens, the current Federation Speaker Kirkov announced the beginning of the Great Crusade with a deafening voice.
In the past few decades, through the early formulation of the Star Luo Plan, mankind has systematically eliminated most of the alien races in the solar system. In the future, the Federation's vision is to spread the glory of human civilization throughout the galaxy and beyond.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."
Thunderous applause broke out at the main venue where the mobilization speech was held.
At least that's the case on the surface.
But in fact, a large number of new generations in the Federation don't seem to be very interested in this family's plan to expedition to extrasolar galaxies.
Living well in the solar system, it is really pointless to rush to move.
As for the threat from the White Earth, over the past few decades, they have cooperated quite happily with this group of pre-human beings who call themselves the Holy Adventists.
Although there are occasional quarrels due to differences in three views, it is not a conflict that is difficult to bridge.
Many of them were related to the federal people many years ago. They probably carried guns together, went to school together, and had sex together decades ago.
It was only due to differences in ideas that mankind split into two factions.
Especially the new generation born outside the earth, they have no feeling at all about their so-called hometown.
But the top federal officials who have experienced the pre-secession era know very well that this is just an occasional period of stability for Bai Mo, the unstable bomb.
For a true immortal with a life expectancy of over 10,000, not bubbling for thirty or forty years is no different from ordinary people taking a few months of summer vacation.
However, this magical "holiday" is equivalent to half of an ordinary person's life.
Some of the most well-informed people even know that the past few decades when Bai Mo disappeared without a trace were just a result of reincarnation.
Perhaps many dark people had hoped that he would fail in overcoming the tribulation and end his sinful life, but now the other party has obviously returned in triumph, and even has the ability to attack the sun.
It is not appropriate to stay in the solar system any longer.
Five words sum it all up.
Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
No matter how much confusion and dissatisfaction there was among the new generation of extraordinary people below, the execution of the plan to pack up their bags and prepare for the expedition was not affected at all.
The high-ranking congressmen cannot bear to have an arbitrary "god" above them.
Since you can't defeat it, take the initiative to stay away.
As for the ordinary citizens living on the Daqian leader ship, the impact of all this is not great. Anyway, they have lived their whole lives on the leader ship whose internal environment is like the surface of the planet.
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"I told you, this makes no sense."
Xing Lingyi, who was cut in half by Bai Mo's rebellious sword, almost completely eliminated the martial arts will that was entangled in him and continued to destroy him in a few seconds.
"It will make sense." Bai Mo didn't think so, and once again condensed thousands of black shadow hands to strike at the opponent.
Yi didn't answer any more, and threw a bunch of giant "grapes" in his backhand, hitting the center of the black shadow incarnated by Bai Mo.
The dark corner instantly melted away due to mass-energy conversion.
However, this is still better than nothing.
Both sides are behemoths comparable in size to planets, and the destruction within a mere one or two hundred square kilometers is completely insignificant.
In the eyes of low-level transcendental beings, there is no chance of them being spared from the map cannon, which is like a mosquito bite if it hits them.
The amount of mass Bai Mo lost was only equal to what he had eaten inside the sun in a few seconds.
And the number of grapes he destroyed with each knife was roughly equal to the amount that Yi could eat inside the sun in a few seconds.
If nothing else goes wrong, the two of them could fight each other for hundreds or even thousands of years.
The most likely outcome is that two guys who eat and fight at the same time will eat up the sun and wipe it clean in a battle that lasts for hundreds of years.
Bai Mo obviously doesn't have that much time to spend with this star.
From the beginning, he had never planned to kill the other party on the sun.
This is the absolute home ground of the protoss. If you really want to completely eliminate it, even if you are several ranks higher than the opponent, it will take at least a hundred years.
If he was really the kind of true immortal with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, it would not be too wasteful to spend so much time, but the magic spell of Daohua severely limited his time.
"Tao——Yan——"
At this moment, in the endless battle of attrition between the white ink that represents darkness and the Xing Lingyi that represents nothingness, a layer of white light with some mysterious aura suddenly appeared.
There seems to be endless information, which is constantly reflected in the white light in these flames.
"What's this?!"
From the moment the white light first appeared, Yi had been staring at the white light, even putting aside the fight.
It can easily read information in white light.
That's a whole path to move forward on!
The road that is open to yourself without reservation!
Compared with what he "saw" in front of him, Yi felt that the inheritance within the Star Spirit Clan was pitifully crude, even though most of those inheritances were made by himself.
But it's no wonder that the primitive civilization of the protoss is less than a hundred years old, and even the written language of the species does not have a mature civilization. They all rely on instinct and feeling to practice, and there is no systematic summary and induction, let alone the formation of a system.
It is truly incomparable to the Transformation Dao Cultivation Technique built by human beings who have gathered countless wisdom and communicated with each other.
What Bai Mo showed it was the original draft he had come up with back then, and then one copy was given to the Federation, and the other was made public on the White Land intranet.
Later, they also used supercomputer simulations and a large number of monks to make improvements day and night.
Monks with lower levels of cultivation may not be able to directly use this method of transformation, but by decomposing and simplifying it into countless small modules, they can still contribute to its optimization.
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Yi is struggling.
That road that is completely open to oneself is so damned!
He actually wants to be reincarnated again, and even his race has to turn into the other person's appearance.
That is a complete change from the inside out, at the true spiritual level!
And the success rate is less than half.
But there is a temptation that I cannot resist - lifespan.
Protoss is an extremely short-lived existence.
The lowest-level star spirit has a natural lifespan of less than three years, and its blazing core will slowly extinguish like a candle in the wind and turn into a wisp of sparks in the sun again.
Countless star spirits cycle through life and death in this ocean of light and heat at a rate of two to three years.
As powerful as the four first-level star spirits, they only have a lifespan of a hundred years.
If there weren't these foreign enemies, they might be in a good mood.
Compared to his fellow race members who are like meteors, it has been a long time since he has a lifespan that is fifty times as long as theirs.
But everything is afraid of comparison.
If you reincarnate into the human race, even if you are just the lowest level guy, you will have a good life for eighty years.