Blessings to the beautiful stars

From an objective point of view, the appearance of Marika and Gou Yizhan playing with black hole mud looks a bit like some kind of mysterious ritual.

Gou Yizhan took the lead, and Marika and Xi Martyr followed suit. They pulled the darkness off their hands little by little, rubbed them in their palms, and put them back on the ground to surround them, like little clay puppets.

The black clay puppets sit in a ring, and because of the internal distortion, they are changing shape, collapsing and standing up from time to time, like worshiping the empty center over and over again.

Marika remained dignified, but Kexi's martyrdom gradually became unbearable.

He is a pure-blooded human being. When the Imperial Union was still glorious, Xie Martyr, who was still a child, endured the disgust of his compatriots. He stood by the emperor who couldn't see his face from a distance, and met countless strange races in the distance. bow down.

At this moment, the illusory stench he felt on his compatriots because of his disgust seems to be lingering in his nostrils again in the kneeling of the black clay puppet.

Xi martyrdom curled his lips, squeezed the last clay figurine in his hand, and threw it away: "Your Excellency Gou Yi, can you really find out the compressed galaxy by doing this? It seems that it has nothing to do with science."

Marika still lowered her eyebrows seriously.

Gou Yisheng trembled and bared his teeth:

"I don't think there is any problem. What else is science? What works is science. If you think it looks bad, you can borrow two test tubes from Zuo Wu and his scientists. Let's put black holes in them and dance maracas together!" "

The maraca is a rhythmic percussion instrument that originated in the ancient times of the earth.

Xi was martyred in silence, and he could almost imagine the black hole shaking and colliding in the test tube, being held by the three of them together, roaring like the countless ancestors who passed away, dancing wildly.

The ancestors danced to worship the gods and pray for good weather, and they danced themselves to find a paradise that would not be disturbed by compressing the Milky Way.

In the tens of thousands of years of human civilization, Xi martyrdom himself is almost equivalent to the descendants of human beings, and the things he does are almost the same as those of the ancestors at the beginning. Is it a cycle?
...In the end, worship is still needed.

Xi martyrdom looked at these puppets and knew that even he brought his whole family to Yinxin without hesitation, relying on one of his luck - this is the blessing given by Zhilu.

Haven't humans ever truly mastered their own destiny?

Shaking his head at the martyrdom of the evening, this kind of thinking is a real violent theory; it is a pity that the blessing of rags will not only make pure-blooded humans hate their compatriots, but even hate the names in history books and the stories written by humans.

The same goes for Zuo Wu. His novels in the field of vision are diverse, but rarely have human history themes, and more are fantasy and immortality. Those fictional immortals have never been of the same race as himself in Zuo Wu's eyes.

This made Xi martyrdom never study history carefully, at most he just memorized some brief events with disgust, and he has completely forgotten it until now.

Martyrdom Xi suddenly panicked. Could it be that he is the only one who has never truly controlled his destiny?

at this time.

King Lie saw that after Zuo Wu landed on the strange planet, the planet finally slowed down its approach to the channel, and finally felt relieved and approached the starship.

Marika is still serious. The dead under her command are scattered in every corner of the starship. Although they are busy with their work, they all feel that their hearts that have stopped beating are throbbing again.

The puppets' worship has been scattered at the beginning, and now it has become a domino, falling neatly and standing up again, as if it contains a black rhythm.

Their worship really had results.

gradually.

A hole appeared in the center of the clay puppet's ring, and a light shone inside.

Gou Yizhan's eyes lit up: "That's right, it should be done! Hey, this method is actually really useful. I've never tried it before."

Marika clasped her hands together: "So, what kind of principle is this?"

"Didn't I tell you? The principle is similar to that of ordinary 'spirituality'. Professor Marika, you should have studied similar psychic rituals."

Xi Martyr and Marika looked at each other in dismay: "Calling the soul?"

"Didn't I say it again?"

Gou Yisheng clasped his hands, thinking that it would be better to throw away his brain:

"The reason why we can't find compressed galaxies nearby is because compressed galaxies are all dead! Just like stars will evolve into black holes after death, the mud we played with just now is the corpse of compressed galaxies!"

Xi martyrdom frowned: "But how can the compressed Galaxy die?"

"It's very simple, it was used as fuel for the etheric engine by the Liaoyuan people."

Gou Yizhan replied as a matter of course, and then he was terrified that he didn't remember whether he had popularized the words. He tapped the ground with one hand and roughly explained the matter according to his understanding.

He is worthy of being a god, or in other words, Bai Shi is worthy of being a member of Chu Dan who has never been lost. Even though they have never met, the inferences they made about things like prairie fire, cosmic debris, and void demons are generally similar.

Even Gou Yisheng's inference went a step further, explaining a loophole in the words of a white angel——

Now that the etheric engine in Liaoyuan territory has been activated, why the stars over there are not drained and turned into black holes, but are still releasing light and heat as they are now, reflecting the red color of the nebula over there?
The answer is that the Liaoyuan people used another kind of fuel - that is to compress the galaxy.

Although the scale is small, an entire galaxy is hidden inside, and a compressed galaxy contains the energy of multiple stars.

In a sense, it is more efficient and suitable than draining the stars; it is no wonder that the civilization that built the engine that is being excavated by the prairie fire will choose its site here, which has the galactic center that compresses the distribution of the galaxy.

Xi was martyred and Marika was silent.

However, Gou Yisheng rubbed his hands, reached into the hole where the black hole clay puppet came to sacrifice, lightly scooped it up and pinched it heavily.

Then, he handed a glowing sphere in front of the two, shrugging:

"For a period of time, this should be the last compressed galaxy in the vicinity. If you want to find another one, you have to go deep into the center of the galaxy, but there are gravitational turbulence everywhere. If you scratch it, millions of years will pass in a blink of an eye. .”

"Haha, we got it at the last moment. It's really lucky, really good."

Marika inhaled, took the ball of light, and was speechless for a moment.

It is no longer enough to use the Milky Way as a cover for the paradise it wants to build-now it has been confirmed that some civilizations can project power to the entire galaxy, and even freely establish hyperspace channels.

The professor used to think that using "tailor's golden scissors" to cut off the waterway and use natural distances to create unreachable isolated islands in the Milky Way is an outdated idea that is destined to be cracked.

One's own golden land must be closed forever and never be disturbed by anyone—there have been civilizations that have extended their tentacles to the entire galaxy.

But what about the universe?

The diameter of the universe is at least 20 trillion light-years, of which 90.00% is a lonely barren;

Put the compressed galaxy into the universe as the land of gold, and this vast solitude is its best cover.

Marika held the ball of light, and the throbbing of the dead around the starship seemed to be transmitted to her heart, making the professor's hand, which had never been missed in the experiment since he became a dead person, start to tremble slightly.

but.

Xi Martyr calmed down instead, narrowing his eyes: "Wait, Gou Yisheng, what do you mean when you said 'We got it at the last moment'?"

Gou Yisheng opened his mouth, feeling a little helpless:
"It's not obvious. The Ether Elephant engine dug up by the Liaoyuan people has already shut down, and it has aged a lot due to the years. If you want to restart it, it will only consume more energy than before."

"Just one star is not enough at all, it can only be regarded as an addition that is better than nothing, so they didn't drain the stars wrapped in the nebula."

"There's better 'fuel' here, after all—compressed galaxies."

at this time.

The starship where King Li Yu is located is about to connect with Xi Martyr and them. Li Si and Xi Yang couldn't bear the boredom of watching this mud play for a long time, and ran to the bridge to wait for their mother's return.

The same is true for King Li, who is next to Liao Yuan who was betrayed by her. She can no longer feel the warmth of her hometown, and can only leave a cold barrier between them.

Fortunately, she still has a warm little family. She is ready to show her daughters a smile, and she is ready to enjoy the rewards of family affection.

One step away from entering the bridge.

She stopped suddenly.

Even though there was a starship wall between King Li and Xi Martyr, they still turned their heads at almost the same moment and looked in the same direction.

There was originally a deep space, but at this moment there was a burst of information accompanied by spiritual energy fluctuations; the information was analyzed by their vision, and finally restored to a sound——

Like the neighing of a giant whale from ancient times.

A group of space whales did not pass the channel, but crossed from the dark universe; this neighing is the "sound" made by them siphoning energy to propel their giant bodies to swim.

Gou Yisheng clasped his hands: "I told you, the ball of light we have is the last one we can find around here... and the fuel for the Liaoyuan people to start the engine is still a little short."

"It was cut from their hands."

The sound of whales approaching.

In the galaxy next door, the muzzle hidden under the dark red nebula is concentrated.

Xi martyrdom smiled wryly, since it was Jiehu, it was quite normal for Liao Yuan to come to him—— Liao Yuan is a nomadic civilization, and it is these space whales that herd herds, and their warships are often hidden in this nebula.

He raised his head slowly.

However, she found that Marika's face was almost distorted at this time, and she clenched the light ball tightly and pressed it against her chest, so hard, as if she wanted to press the compressed galaxy into her body.

Xi's martyr's fingers moved, as if he wanted to raise his hand; but before he could do this, Marika jumped back like a frightened cat, turned around to defend himself, his chest heaved in vain, and his eyes stared at Xi. Martyrdom.

But after a while.

The professor still sighed softly, and slowly pulled out the teeth embedded in his lips. While repairing the wound with the warmth of the deceased, he placed the ball of light on the ground:
"...If Liaoyuan wants it, let them take it."

Xi martyrdom frowned, wanting to shake his head: "Why? This is something that teaches you to pursue for the rest of your life."

"To be exact, I pursued it for half a year and a few days. Before that, I didn't even know the existence of the compressed galaxy,"

The professor shook his head, wanted to laugh but didn't, he could only keep his fingertips on the light ball, feeling its temperature for the last time:
"I used to be a scientist affiliated with the Imperial Union, and I have experienced too many things such as having some achievements but being snatched away by others, papers being signed by others, and experiments that were about to succeed were forcibly stopped."

"It's nothing... It's nothing more than another failure. Didn't I fail too many times before I met you? I wanted to use tailor's golden scissors to create an isolated island before, and it was also a silent failure."

"It's okay."

Xi martyrdom gritted his teeth and raised his head:

"Just give up like this? I feel that the galaxy will become less and less peaceful in the future. Liaoyuan people, void demons, and this engine... If you want to draw out the energy of the void, don't you want to make the entire galaxy panic?"

"Liaoyuan will make big moves."

According to Gou Yisheng's conjecture, the order in which the Liaoyuan people start the engines is different from the creatures in the galaxy in the past——

They dug up this relic, forced it to start by compressing the galaxy as fuel, and after extracting a little energy from the void, they armed themselves with it to make the galaxy panic, so that the spiritual energy began to rise, so that the engine pumped more and more. Pump faster.

It's a positive cycle.

The premise is to ensure that the etheric engine can run smoothly. Before the panic in the galaxy spreads and the energy of the void continues to overflow, the engine cannot be shut down, and there must be enough storage.

Compressing the high-quality fuel of the galaxy is what they are determined to achieve.

Marika listened to Xi's martyred words, put her hands on her hips, and seemed to have seen it:
"Well said, but I want to keep this compressed galaxy, there seems to be only one way - that is to count on your luck to sink the Liaoyuan battleship on the spot, and just pretend nothing happened, is that okay?"

Xi martyrdom smiled wryly: "I have to work hard."

Apart from luck, they seemed to have nothing to rely on; the mechas only had Beaststone and Yubo Shata, which must be less than that of the Liaoyuan Fleet.

Not to mention that Li Si and Xiyang are still here, they will only be handcuffed if they fight.

The decision to surrender the compressed galaxy seemed the most sensible.

but.

King Li A, who had been observing the approaching fleet, suddenly trembled, his gaseous body condensed, and smiled wryly.

The whale group has already greeted from afar:

"...Is my eyes dazzled? I saw King Li'e."

King Li Yu shook his head: "It's me, long time no see, you have succeeded King You Heng?"

"Sure," King Youheng replied, without the slightest ups and downs in his tone: "I was collecting and compressing the Milky Way, but it disappeared from my eyes. I came here after searching, but I ran into you... Please deliver it."

"Okay, just come and get it."

King Youheng's communication was interrupted for a few seconds: "King Li'e, I still have doubts, why are there mixed blood individuals of pure-blooded humans and my Liaoyuan in your starship?"

"……None of your business."

"Who is their father? Why are their psychic fluctuations still recorded in our database? Is it... Xi martyrdom? You are supposed to be immortal enemies, and you have no signs of being forced."

"It has nothing to do with you, King You Heng."

King Youheng has already come to a conclusion: "You betrayed Liaoyuan?"

Li Yuwang gritted his teeth:
"Yes, but I have never betrayed any of Liaoyuan's secrets. The only one I betrayed is myself... Please hold your hand high. I heard that Liaoyuan is not seeking talents and being lenient now? Can such a big government accommodate a Little me?"

King Youheng was silent for a moment: "...before, that is, a few months ago, it was like this."

"Not anymore?"

"...No, Liaoyuan must bring fear to the Milky Way. It is no longer appropriate to be so lenient, and can no longer tolerate traitors... Please follow me and leave it to the Great Khan to decide."

"What if we refuse?" Just kidding, how could it be possible to bring Li Si and Xi Yang to the mainland of Liaoyuan?
"Then let's fight each other."

King Li A shook his head, and so did Martyr Xi; but the alarm of the starship suddenly sounded harshly, making Li Si and Xi Yang tremble, and the radar in the galaxy far away, as well as King You Heng's fleet locked on together.

This is not for capture, it is for annihilation.

King Li'a slowly closed her eyes, even unable to make up her mind to resist. This is what a traitor should have been. She was just caught up.

suddenly.

A radio resounded throughout space, it was Levina's clear female voice:
"This is the territory of the Xindi Alliance. I solemnly protest against your invasion."

King Youheng tilted his head and smiled, "I'm a barbarian."

Levina also smiled: "Then get ready to welcome our New Emperor Alliance's Li Ting Sweeping Hole."