Blessings to the beautiful stars

Zuo Wu came here because he couldn't continue playing.

He didn't dislike the intentional or unintentional religious atmosphere in the celebration-although most of the prizes Della got in the target shooting game were all kinds of plush toys for the goddess, the smile on the insect lady's face was not fake.

The reason why I can't continue playing is because the surrounding crowd is changing quietly, as if the clear water that symbolizes civilians has been mixed with soy sauce with the color of official personnel, and more and more soy sauce until the clear water is crowded out.

Della didn't seem to notice.

Zuo Wu didn't care about it at first, but when he passed by a food stall and wanted to buy a skewer, he saw a puff of burnt black smoke floating in front of him;
He just rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said helplessly to the official who pretended to be the stall owner: "It's all burnt, you guys are too fake."

The hand of the official who pretended to be the stall owner trembled, the meat fell into the charcoal fire, and the fat jumped due to the heat, and splashed on the "stall owner"'s hand, just like his extremely tormented heart.

then.

The "stall owner" could only smile wryly: "Sorry, I'm so hasty, I've never done this before."

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows: "You won't give me my skewers, will you?"

"You didn't pay either."

Only then did Zuo Wu realize that from just now, the booth where Della played did not take any money from them.

The festive atmosphere made each other's laughter the best reward for each other, and the sponsorship provided by the church made today's free event the best opportunity to show the goddess' love.

But not all the stalls are free due to the sponsorship of the church, such as the barbecue stall in front of you.

Suddenly, Zuo Wu hid his little guilt, and looked around again.

The celebration, which was originally surrounded by a joyful atmosphere, was divided into two distinct sides at some point - one side was a booth with goddess doll rewards like a shooting game; the other side was a barbecue booth with a more secular atmosphere.

"So you represent the government here?"

Zuo Wuwen asked the person in front of him.

The stall owner nodded, no longer caring about the piece of meat that fell into the charcoal fire, but took out a new one and put it on the grill, carefully:
"Yes, I or every colleague in contact with you can represent the government; don't look at me like this, there is a whole team behind me to advise me, the purpose is to give you a good celebration experience."

As he said, the skewers were put on the grill, and the position relative to the flames was precisely grasped, and he said:
"This is reciprocation, or our little sincerity; thank you for not aiming the powerful muzzle of your starship at us, and thank you for liking our celebration."

The fake stall owner's hands are no longer trembling, and his appearance is meticulous. I am afraid that even a few centimeters where the skewers need to be placed on the fire, there is a whole team of experts advising him.

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows: "How do you know we have starships? Obviously your artificial satellites are all decorations."

The stall owner smiled wryly, and turned over the skewers in his hand:
"The man-made satellite is just a display... it's actually our secret, please don't disclose it to ordinary people; otherwise, the people will be extremely disappointed, and then the government will fall into turmoil; after all, every creation that explores space is the heart and soul of the people .”

"As for the method we use, it is the most primitive one that has been used since ancient times."

The grilled meat was fragrant, and the stall owner handed it to Zuo Wu solemnly; and he pointed to the sky, and raised his head:
"We have observatories all over the world; we observe the sky with optical telescopes, as have the obscure stargazers of all ages."

"Every stargazer's professional life will not be very long, because we can't just stare at the dark night, we also need to look at the sky during the day; their eyes will be burned by the sun without exception, just to find even a trace of If there are any footprints."

There is some reverence in his tone:

"And, in our culture, we've always known that aliens will come to visit someday;"

"This makes us very sensitive to every bit of anomaly in the galaxy, and you have not deliberately hidden yourself on the Internet, so we are sure that there are indeed guests coming; as for the starships and artillery I mentioned, they are experts. Guess;"

"People who can cross the universe and come to our planet must have all kinds of technology far beyond our own, and weapons are of course included in the category."

"As for the consequences of coming into contact with aliens from space, we have also made various estimates; Sir, I am very honored and glad that I am grilling skewers for you now, rather than holding a weapon. Disparate resistance."

Zuo Wu nodded, and put the skewers into his mouth—although this is the imitation of the gray fan group, its taste is no different from that of ordinary meat, and with the proper technique of the "stall owner", it can be called delicious .

"Ten more sticks,"

Satisfied, Zuo Wu tilted his head and thought for a while, then took out Liangguling's finger from his pocket, peeled off the flesh attached to it, and handed it to the stall owner:

"Try grilling this again. I used to eat sashimi, but I haven't tried grilling it yet."

The stall owner trembled: "If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be a person's finger?"

"Yes, maybe we have the habit of eating other people's fingers raw. Haven't your experts considered such a situation?"

Zuo Wu grinned and watched the stall owner fall into a short silence.

The stall owner then said, "It's just a few fingers. If you really have this habit and don't mind it, I can offer all my ten fingers."

"You seem to be a soldier. Is it okay if you don't have any fingers?"

"...it will indeed make me retire early, but this is a small price compared with the expectations of the public;"

He smiled wryly: "If you wish, then the whole army is willing to give their fingers. I also hope that the army alone can meet your requirements. Don't... don't let the people pay the price for their expectations."

public expectations?
What do people here expect?
Zuo Wu has been here for too short a time, so he has no way of knowing the aspirations of the people here; Wu Piaoling is an extremist among the people who has been shot, let alone represents the majority of the people.

But there are still clues for Zuo Wu to understand.

Feng said that although the many civilizations here and even in the fragments of the universe are the mimicry of Gray Wind, they still remember the bright age long ago - all civilizations shared the sea of ​​stars and swam in a radiance.

The same is true for the civilization on this planet.

Although their technology has degraded to the level of the natives, the education provided to the people still maintains the color of civilization after entering the star sea. Otherwise, Wu Piaoling would not be able to understand why this world is a virtual concept in a very short period of time.

There are also observatories all over the land; astronomical telescopes launched into space are also a type of artificial satellite, and of course they cannot be used.

But countless stargazers are enduring the risk of their eyes being burned by the sun, watching the wind and grass in space.

There are also artificial satellites that are all decorations, and they are secrets to ordinary people; leaking out will completely lose the prestige of the current government, and perhaps artificial satellites carry the most ardent hopes of all the people.

And in this celebration, the most eye-catching fireworks are often in the shape of spaceships or rockets; and why Zuo Wu and his party did not cause panic when transforming Gary, but instead won bursts of applause.

Perhaps it is also the reason why such a scene also fits with the aliens imagined by the public.

Zuo Wu nodded to the stall owner: "Your people, still want to step out of the earth and into the sky?"

"Yes, no matter how their lives are, this demand has never changed throughout the ages; the poor regard space as their hope, and the rich also regard space as a place where their lives will continue; most People will rejoice at every bit of progress in spaceflight."

The stall owner complained, suddenly a little timid:
"Sir, since you have come here, it means that space should be lively, just like in the legend; but why are we locked on the ground? Is it only our civilization, the exile of the galaxy?"

Zuo Wu shook his head: "I don't think it's that complicated. It has something to do with your goddess; isn't the relationship between your government and the church very bad?"

The stall owner was silent for a little longer this time: "It's a bit embarrassing to say, telling you these things is like appealing to the outside world;"

"We have a tense relationship with the church, and after you sent a communication about your upcoming visit, you almost want to kill each other..."

Zuo Wu was choked, and the hot pepper on the skewer splashed into his throat, almost making him cough out:
"Wait? Someone sent a communication about an upcoming visit? We didn't do that."

The stall owner was also stunned, and the team of experts behind him was also shocked, and immediately began an extremely heated argument.

Zuo Wu was also thinking.

In the cosmic fragments here, because of the lack of communication particles and the failure of other methods, there is no other way to establish communication with the outside world except Gray Wind and Della.

But the mimetic civilization just received a communication that someone is about to visit them?Is it a prank inside the mimic civilization itself, or...

The word "Renlian" popped into Zuo Wu's mind.

It relied on engulfing countless planets in parallel universes, mastered civilizations beyond the current galactic technology, and possessed further technology than the use of communication particles. It is not unimaginable to be able to communicate in the fragments of this universe.

After all, the gray wind mimic civilization here is only based on the period when her world was not invaded by Renlian, and the upper limit is only communication particles, and the technology beyond that has not been sealed.

That's why Renlian was able to send a newsletter, a notice of their upcoming visit.

That's right.

The civilization in this fragment of the universe, after being invaded by Renlian, successfully drove Renlian's troops back to the starting point of their invasion.

Even though something happened later that completely wiped out the civilization here, making Gray Wind have no choice but to imitate them and play his own house, it is also a fact that Renlian suffered a setback here.

Perhaps, the more intense the resistance, the more unobtainable the civilization, the more interested the Renlian is.

Being able to resist means that the world invaded by them has unexpected secrets. After being frustrated, be fully prepared to make a comeback again, which should be in line with Renlian's ghoul-like character.

Zuo Wu caressed his chest, he was one step ahead of Renlian, could it be due to luck?

at this time.

The expert group behind the stall owner finally reached a consensus, asking the stall owner to take out a mobile phone and pass the information to Zuo Wu for reading.

Zuo Wu took over, and the translation software didn't even need to run at full capacity to decipher the information on it.

Renlian and Dilian have the same origin, but when Renlian stepped into the star sea and explored the void, what he found was the Great Wall of Void in Taowumu, while Dilian encountered Weaving Cloth.

The characters between the two are similar, and after the two regimes have reached a fork in the road of fate, the characters have not changed so much that they cannot recognize each other.

Sure enough, it is Renlian.

This was the first time Zuo Wu saw the traces of Renlian with his own eyes.

Hey, shit, shit.

Do you still think that this world is a place where you can come and invade whenever you want?

This is already my territory.

……

Zuo Wu took Renlian's notice away, but asked the stall owner to lead the way for him, and wanted to contact the high-level church.

Without him, Zuo Wu is still sober even though a sense of "safeguarding the environment and the people" gradually emerges in Zuo Wu's heart.

Relying on the expedition team in his own hands, Huifeng, who is still working beside Liaoyuan Dahan, and himself and his family, there is no way to fight against the Renlian that is about to invade again.

As for the other regimes in the Star Sea Alliance?They stood idly by when the Chudan Angel broke through the Old Emperor Alliance, and they will not lend a helping hand this time.

He must have every chip in sight.

For example, the gray wind in this world.

Gray Wind is the goddess of this civilization, and the church should have more information than the government.

The stall owner was still a little hesitant: "Sir, are you sure you need to contact the church? They don't know what to do, and they are definitely not a good choice for cooperation... Also, you said that the enemy in the story is coming again, is it true?"

Zuo Wu grinned: "I don't expect, and I don't need you to believe; I just want to ask the expert team behind you to study the matter of your 'goddess' carefully. I want to know anything related to her communication."

The stall owner was silent for a while: "...I will convey it, and please forgive me, my immediate superior and the senior management of the church personally contacted one of your companions, because she looks somewhat similar to the legendary goddess."

Gray Wind is of course very similar to your goddess, because they are essentially the same person.

But the stall owner still gritted his teeth, and when the experts and the supervisor who watched him were in a hurry, he finally expressed his own thoughts with great unwillingness:

"Why do we have to contact the church? Are we not enough? In terms of firmness, every soldier has the determination not to lose to the church; in terms of piety, we don't just look at the goddess like the church, but we also listen to the voices of the people. "

"Where would we be without a church?"

Zuo Wu thought for a moment, then patted the stall owner on the shoulder: "Didn't you just ask me if your civilization is an exile from the Milky Way?"

"No, and you have also done something that many civilizations that have stepped into the star sea have not done, that is, you have completed the unification of the planets-this is something that many civilizations would envy. You must continue to work hard."

at this time.

Zuo Wu finally walked behind Gray Wind.

The priest is still at loggerheads with government officials.

Over Gray Wind's yawn, the priest said coldly: "No, no matter what, the Goddess cannot be awakened from her dream, even if Renlian wants to come."

"This is also the expectation of the goddess herself!"

Since the government personnel next to Gray Wind are the immediate superiors of the stall owner, of course the expert team behind the stall owner told him about Zuo Wu's information.

The government has already held a round of urgent consultations with the church.

Differences are like chasms.