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The final phase of the lunar orbit took four minutes and seventeen seconds to travel from sea level to lunar orbit.

Three Star Destroyers, each over eight kilometers long, were lined up in a triangular formation on the far side of the moon, their dark gray hulls etched with the Reaper Alliance emblem.

At the bow of the largest flagship in the middle, a main cannon with a diameter of 200 meters was slowly charging, its muzzle gleaming with a cold blue light.

They had clearly noticed Zhang Yan's arrival.

A message popped up on the communication channel, which, when translated, was in standard interstellar language.

"Earth-based unit, you have entered the Reaper Alliance Fleet's controlled area, in accordance with Article 7, Paragraph 3 of the Cosmic Sea Convention."

Zhang Yan turned off the receiver.

The final strike of the Tiangong continued to accelerate, heading straight for the flagship's main gun barrel.

The other party reacted two seconds slower than expected.

They probably haven't seen a single-soldier mech actively run into the muzzle of a main gun.

Then they opened fire.

The secondary gun groups on the sides of the three Star Destroyers fired simultaneously.

Blue and white energy beams converged from three directions, firmly locking onto the coordinates of the final celestial ceremony.

Zhang Yan didn't dodge.

The secondary guns struck the outer frame of the Tiangong Final Formation and were directly deflected by the high-dimensional coating.

The energy beam disperses into harmless arcs of light that dissipate in the vacuum.

On Earth, Nie Qingcheng saw this scene on the villa's surveillance screen.

She stood there, a bowl of steaming noodles spread out in front of her.

On lunar orbit.

A burst of noisy alien voices came through the flagship's communication channel.

Zhang Yan could guess the meaning without translation: why this single-soldier mech couldn't be damaged.

Then the main gun fired.

A cold blue energy column, 200 meters in diameter, shot out from the front of the flagship and headed straight for the final stage of the Heavenly Craft.

The main cannon of a Type III civilization's star destroyer is enough to vaporize an asteroid in three seconds.

Zhang Yan watched as the beam of light approached.

He didn't dodge, or even slow down.

My heart skipped a beat.

It's not a physical pulsation, but something deeper.

The frequency of the star crystallization is rising, and the frequency of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart is catching up. The two frequencies are getting closer and closer.

99.7%.

99.8%.

99.9%.

Zhang Yan moved his right hand on the control panel.

The movement was minor; it was just shifting the gear forward one notch.

100%.

The outer frame texture of the Tiangong final style has all changed color.

black.

A dull black, a black that swallows up all the reflected light around it.

Dark matter annihilation mode activated.

The main cannon's energy beam hit the surface of the Celestial Craftsmanship Final Formation, but there was no explosion or shockwave.

The two-hundred-meter-wide beam of energy was absorbed the moment it touched the black surface.

The entire beam of light was absorbed segment by segment from the front to the back, at a speed so fast that even the flagship's firing control system did not have time to cut off the output. After five seconds of continuous firing, all the energy entered the dark matter reaction layer of the final stage of the Heavenly Craftsmanship.

The flagship ceased firing.

The alien voice in the channel has become shrill.

Zhang Yan did not give them time to think.

He drew his sword at that moment.

The energy blade unfolds from the right arm in the final form of the Heavenly Craftsmanship.

However, in dark matter annihilation mode, the blade is pure black, and even light rays are bent at its edges.

Zhang Yan waved his hand.

His movements were as casual as if he were just chopping vegetables in the kitchen. From left to right, a horizontal arc.

A black sword light extended from the right arm of the Heavenly Craftsman's Final Formation.

How far it extends.

The system recorded a distance of 74,000 kilometers afterward.

The sword light traversed the frontal projection area of ​​the three Star Destroyers.

The spatial interference shield existed for 0.3 seconds in front of the black sword light.

Then the shields shattered, the hull shattered, and the eight-kilometer-long Star Destroyer broke in two.

three.

Simultaneously.

The cross-section is flat, the temperature is extremely high, and white vapor is rising from the metal edges in the vacuum.

From the time Zhang Yan reached lunar orbit to the time the three Star Destroyers were destroyed, a total of one minute and forty-two seconds elapsed.

He retracted the energy blade.

Dark matter annihilation mode exited.

The final touch of the Heavenly Craftsmanship style restores the gold color.

At the very moment the sword light was unleashed, something unexpected happened to Zhang Yan.

When the Dark Matter Annihilation Mode was activated, the 100% resonance between the Heart of the Creator and the Crystal not only unlocked the weapon system, but that perfect resonance also cleared a blockage in the depths of his consciousness.

The blocked pathway of consciousness opened up instantly, and the frozen layer cracked open from the middle.

The image flooded in.

Not just one or two, but all of them.

The first time Nie Qingcheng appeared before him. She was sitting in the back seat of the car, wearing sunglasses, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was faintly visible in the shadows.

She slammed the contract on the table as if to sign it.

The way she looks in a cheongsam.

The way she came downstairs in her silk pajamas, the way she was so angry she didn't say a word and just stared at him.

Her feet rested on his legs, her fingers clasped around his wrist, her lips parted slightly as she fell asleep, she mortgaged three ports, she cut her wrist to activate the compatibility protocol, she waited for him in Antarctica, she waited for him in Jinghai, she waited for him in every place.

They're all back.

Zhang Yan sat in the cockpit and closed his eyes for a moment.

Open your eyes.

He looked at the contact list on the panel and found the name Nie Qingcheng.

Communication is established.

"Is the noodles cold yet?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I asked you if the noodles were cold; I want to go back and eat them."

Two more seconds of silence followed.

"You remember now?" Nie Qingcheng's voice was flat.

"all."

There was a long silence on the phone.

Zhang Yan had no idea what the people on the other end were doing.

He only heard a very soft breath, not a cry, but the sound of a tension that had been building up for too long suddenly being released.

"I'll cook you some noodles again," she said. "Fly slowly on your way back, don't crash into the satellite."

"Um."

Communication was cut off.

Zhang Yan turned the mecha around and flew towards Earth.

In lunar orbit, the wreckage of three Star Destroyers drifts slowly in the vacuum.

On the Cosmic Ocean public channel, dozens of civilizations' observation stations simultaneously recorded this scene.

From the moment the target was spotted to the moment they were all wiped out, it took one minute and forty-two seconds.

A single-soldier mech, a single sword.

The channel remained silent for a long time.

Then messages started flying everywhere, but none of them were sent to Earth.

All civilizations are asking each other the same question.

When did that maintainer become this level?

No one dared to ask Zhang Yan himself.