Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 201 Letters
Even if the Star Sea Alliance is not the center of various regimes in the galaxy, it can still be regarded as the meeting place of regimes.

Currency in the form of energy is constantly circulating here, making this galaxy with dim stars the most eye-catching group in the galaxy.

Therefore, the explosion of the God Creation Manifesto became the focus of various regimes within a few minutes; the announcement issued urgently by the alliance was read and understood by countless experts, and various observations and creations also shifted their sights to this side.

Even the name "Yinggesuo" was quickly found out, and even the plan of "Strengthening the Wall and Clearing the Wild" that the Imperial Union planned to destroy it was known to countless regimes.

The former leader of Yinggesuo exhausted all his courage and destroyed the deeds of neutron killing at the cost of killing hundreds of millions of compatriots, which did not cause much disturbance in the galaxy. After all, the Imperial Alliance also needs face.

But today, with the explosion caused by Li Yu, the blazing white light was dazzling beyond energy currency at that moment.

The little Yinggesuo finally got rid of the fate of being lost in the Milky Way. As long as the current structure of the Milky Way continues to be maintained, the destroyed places between the third to seventh planets of the Star Sea Alliance will be bound to Yinggesuo's name forever .

Perhaps this reputation is more biased towards "notoriety".The number of people who condemned Yinggesuo would definitely be greater than the number of people who condemned the Emperor's Alliance who launched the "Fortify the Wall and Clear the Wilderness Project" and the Liaoyuan who developed the God-Creating Manifesto.

But so what?
For a civilization that has died out, using ruins and destruction to remind the world of the blood they shed, so that they will be remembered forever, isn't it another way to continue the life of civilization?

……

within minutes of the explosion.

Yinggesuo's name was indeed the most popular search on the Star Sea Alliance network. This name was chanted and cursed by countless people; whether it was the regime or an individual.

The majestic energy coins just disappeared with a bang, and many regimes will fall into an extremely serious financial crisis.

And the cursing from individuals is even more pure. Under the white light, the names on the alliance's missing list are almost equivalent to death.

……

Others are delaying death.

The Fugitive, for example, and the countless starships within range; the Alliance's de facto abandonment made their curses especially loud.

The blunt man sighed, and reached out his hand to cut off the connection with the public frequency band—it was already filled with cursing sounds, and no effective information could be received at all.

Beast Stone and Yubo Shata have fled away from the cabin, and of course, none of them left behind a blunt person--taking Della away is already the best of humanity, and we can't ask too much.

And, no matter how fast the fugitive was driven to the maximum, it didn't take much operation, Duzi quickly fell into idleness.

She raised her eyes and looked at the time. The 7 minutes were passing by rapidly, but it seemed that she couldn't consume them all while doing nothing.

Dutzi curled his lips, and first opened his own monitoring collection, which had been organized according to the headshots of each crew member.

She picked out a few of her favourites, and tasted them many times, and opened them up, intending to use the slightly exciting scenes in it to serve the food and drink, and waste the long 7 minutes.

But when the screen appeared, Duzi always felt that he was not interested. He hastily dragged the progress bar to the end, and stared at the final "playing end" time, even longer than watching the feature film.

There is still time, and the full-speed escape of the Fugitive makes the time for the arrival of the Genesis Manifesto a "catch-up problem", which buys more time.

Duzi turned his chair, and finally saw an insect laborer timidly entering the cab, as if he had waited for a long time without daring to say anything.

But the blunt sneered:
"That's right, nine times out of ten we're going to die in seven minutes... oh, now it's five minutes and thirty seconds; don't blame me for not telling you, you don't want Della to have bad memories, do you?"

The worm workers were silent, Della was their queen; the worm couldn't make any rebuttal when Blunt put forward this reason.

Just feel a little sad.

They are already the second batch of insects born on the Fugitive, but they still have to follow the same footsteps as the previous batch.

Della never intentionally released the transmitter of synchronous thoughts, which makes this group of insects possess the strongest personal will in Strull's history.

Originally, dying for no reason is the fate of worms; but Della's choice made them feel sad and fearful, and they couldn't tell whether it was kindness or cruelty.

Duzi has long been used to this look, and has even wiped out countless illegal insects with his own hands before, so he doesn't care about the look of the laborers at all.

He just stopped the rotating chair and lay on the operating table with his cheeks poked out.

How do you still have time?

What else can you do to pass the time?

In his extreme boredom, Duzi even began to read the "missing list" issued by the alliance, and entered the names of acquaintances into it one by one to retrieve.

Zuo Wu and the others naturally need not be mentioned.

Hey, Marika is also missing?That's right, the professor has been running back and forth in Shi Wen'er's court, and the dead under his command are also included in the scope of the explosion.

The resurrection of the dead is the primary form of the Chudan Angel’s healing of the wounds—it’s all about placing a blueprint and backup of one’s own body in the void, and repairing the body through the high-dimensional mapping to reality.

I don't know if they can be resurrected under the fluctuation of the God Creation Manifesto.

Duzi continued to search, and the corners of her mouth widened with a sneer, because she saw her name in the list, and she was also one of the missing persons.

Thinking about it this way, Della is of course also on this list; but the blunt man did not dare to search, as if if he really retrieved the name of the insect lady, a certain fragile string in her heart would be broken.

As Dutzi speculates, there is a high probability that the Yubo Sha Tower and the Beast Stone without the master will crash in the shallow void, and the list of missing persons will become an unmistakable death list.

boring.

Dutzi turned off the notification in annoyance, how could he still have time?

The more time passed, the more I realized how slim the probability of Della's survival was. Why should I continue to suffer in it?
The bald AI hammered lightly on the bridge, and suddenly realized that the insect worker was still standing beside him; on his abstract face, the sadness and fear grew deeper and deeper.

The management AI of Dilian in the past, and the bugman with the hive consciousness, unexpectedly resonated more and more deeply because of the similar emotions.

Even such emotions and sympathy should not have appeared on any of the two of them.

It wasn't time that couldn't pass away, but the unwillingness and fear in Duzi's heart; she wiped her nose and turned her face away, feeling that it was really embarrassing to show such an appearance in front of the insect man.

But think about it.

Blunt finally pointed at the control panel in front of the bugman: "... There is a black box on the Fugitive, which is of good quality, and it is the most likely thing to be preserved after the Genesis Message comes."

"I will open the authority to all of you worms, seize the last time, throw in your ideas, the rules and records of the war chess you play, or other information, all to me."

"Don't cry next to me. I am the management AI of the Imperial Alliance. I am the governor of a star field and the deputy captain of the Fugitive. I have been with you all the time!"

It's a pity that with so many titles, none of them can reduce the fear that Della may die too, and the unwillingness that the good times will come to an abrupt end.

The bugman was stunned for a moment, then turned his head suddenly, and ran quickly into the cabin; all the workers on the Fugitive also started to commotion at the same time, leaving the information in the black box and erecting a tombstone for themselves, which can always reduce some regrets .

The last group of workers was suddenly attacked by Duanmu's stratosphere, except for some relics, they didn't have time to leave anything behind, but this group of mine actually had a few minutes to write the "will" and leave traces?

How lucky.

Blunt laughed and scolded behind them:
"Bug people, don't get too excited. It's unknown whether the black box can block the Genesis Call, and your names are not even on the missing list. Most of the things left behind will be disposed of as spam!"

The laborer ignored her and happily went to sort out the things he wanted to leave behind.

Blunt sighed, and turned around.

There is still time.

What to do?
By the way, why don't you write a letter to "yourself" just like the worms?
It is the quiet planet that is still in the hinterland of the Imperial Union, the blunt master No. [-] who has been struggling in the officialdom, and I have agreed with her to synchronize the memory every time. two lives.

It's a pity that the recent memory hasn't had time to synchronize, and it seems to be coming to an end on my side.

The blunt man sighed, but thought for a long time, and couldn't figure out what to write in the letter to his avatar; touching words couldn't be written by himself, and sarcasm seemed unnecessary.

After another long time, Dutzi finally gave up and wrote a line——

"Sorry, I didn't take care of Della well."

Done, send!
"Failed to send".

Blunt was stunned, why did the sending fail?She clicked on the error details, and it showed "network congestion".

What age is it, and there will be network congestion?

Besides, the alliance just sent this information notice to everyone through the Internet, which at least shows that the surrounding network satellites were still operating normally before the arrival of the God Creation Manifesto, and it should be the same now.

So why can't my emails be sent out?Blunt turned on the Fugitive's optics angrily, and looked at the nearest satellite.

Then, Blunt remained silent, and quickly found the reason.

The Star Sea Alliance is an alliance of the entire galaxy, and of course there are countless strange races;

Among them are some psychic creatures-some creatures that can operate industrial mechs by injecting themselves into the creation circuit on the dead planet before.

These psychic creatures received disaster warnings issued by the Star Sea Alliance.

They are pouring into the network satellites one after another, wanting to send their bodies through the network, so as to stay away from the explosion of the God Creation Manifesto.

The body of a psychic creature, when converted into network information, is of course extremely large. This has caused local congestion in the Star Sea Alliance network, making the virtual world impenetrable, and even making it impossible for blunt people to send emails of several kilobytes.

But Dunzi couldn't blame him, so he could only curse a few times; instead of scolding the psionic creatures, he scolded the Star Sea Alliance for not preparing for a better network situation, which is really negligent.

And any creature has the right to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and avoid disasters; just like when she exterminated those illegal insects, although she was extremely decisive, she would not feel that their escape was wrong to any extent.

That's why she named the starship "The Fugitive".

The same goes for psionic beings.

It's just a pity that it will take some time for Master Blunt No. [-] to receive the news that the Star Sea Alliance has been attacked, and then realize that his party has been killed. I don't know how long it will take.

She can't imitate the psionic creature and send herself out; her program has been deeply matched with this body, and it is not so easy to untie it; besides, the program needs to rely on creation to run, but she can't compete with those professional psionic creatures .

Suddenly, Duzi's eyes lit up, and the network showed signs of smooth flow.

Is it because many psionic creatures finally realized that this road was blocked, retreated from the crowded network, and found other escape routes?

The bald AI quickly cheered up. Since the network is about to be unblocked, he has to seize the time to polish his emails.

She raised her eyes expectantly and glanced at the clock on the main control panel.

She found that there was no time.

……

As long as you go deep into the void, in the deeper depths, the low-dimensional reality is a world that can be stopped and observed at will;
According to the simple and rough understanding of human subjective feelings, the deeper one dives into the void, the slower the flow of time in the low-dimensional real world will be compared to him.

Until the dive is deep enough, it is a state where you can stop observing the reality, but it is only observation and cannot be influenced; therefore, the tipping point of the creation of the gods cannot be in a place that is too deep.

Some things have to make a choice, and only when you get started with the actual operation can you discover the problem.

For example, the void is wider than the reality, like a deep sea tens of kilometers away; while the ancient painting Qingkong is like a small submarine in it, and the searchlight rays emitted cannot be seen a few meters away.

This makes finding where the tipping point is especially difficult.

And, the deeper you go, the more difficult it will be to operate the clear sky of the ancient painting; all the radars available in the real world have failed, and Ai Shanshan can't even determine the direction of travel.

It's no wonder that the training program of the Mechanics Corps also includes the training of intuition. When forced to do so in the void, they can only rely on intuition to guide them.

Fortunately, in addition to the intuition that has been abandoned for a long time, the ancient painting Qingkong can also rely on the voice that Levina can hear to guide the direction.

It's just that after entering the void, Levina's headache reached a new high point, and most of the time, she could only mutter some sleepy words while her face was flushed abnormally.

That's how it is now, Levina leaned against Zuo Wu, and started laughing in a low voice without thinking:
"I've been thinking that the high-dimensional form of the angel is hidden in the void, and so is my high-dimensional eye; so will we see my high-dimensional eye when we enter here this time?"

"But the eye of Gaowei is obviously me. Is this the same as... I saw another me? Hehe, like looking in a mirror, people in Chudan are very stinky, and I am also stinky..."

Zuo Wu sighed, wanting to see if Levina had a fever.

But the elf suddenly opened his eyes: "Wait, I heard a voice, very similar to our Chudan people, but very similar..."

"Ah, I remembered! It's the core of the dead that Marika placed in the void! Our original version of the technique used by the professor..."

(End of this chapter)