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Liu Xiaoyu's delicate fingertips brushed against Li Yichen's cheek, leaving a bright red mark.

Li Yichen leaned back half an inch, dodging her continued mischievous fingers, and casually dismissed the chattering women. By the time he left the Future Technology Building and drove back to the Tomson Riviera villa, it was completely dark.

After dinner, the giant screen TV in the living room was playing "Boonie Bears." Miao Miao was holding half a watermelon, scooping it out with a spoon, her short legs dangling along the edge of the sofa. Li Yichen leaned against her, watching Bald Qiang chopping down trees with her.

"Brother, Bald Qiang didn't manage to cut down any trees again today." Miao Miao scooped out a big piece of watermelon flesh and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling indistinctly, "His boss is definitely going to dock his pay again."

Li Yichen reached out and ruffled the little girl's hair, chuckling softly, "His boss is stingy. When Miaomiao grows up, I'll open a company for you, and you can be the big boss."

"Yay!" Miao Miao cheered, holding up her spoon.

After the cartoon's ending theme finished playing, Li Niannian walked over and took the watermelon spoon from Miaomiao's hand. "Come on, it's time to brush your teeth and go to bed." Li Niannian took the little girl's hand and walked upstairs, not forgetting to turn back and remind Li Yichen, "Brother, you should rest early too. You've been running around every day lately, and you've got dark circles under your eyes."

Li Yichen responded and watched the two children go back into the house. He then got up and walked towards the rooftop terrace.

The night sky is clear and clean tonight; it's rare for Shanghai to be free of smog. A full moon hangs in the sky, its bright light shining on the wooden floor of the terrace.

Li Yichen braced his hands on the glass railing, looking up at the enormous white planet.

"Ling'er," he called out.

Blue light gathered around him, and a virtual little girl in pink pajamas jumped out, rubbing her eyes and yawning: "Brother, why aren't you sleeping at night? Looking at the moon?"

"Give me a report on the progress of the lunar surface project." Li Yichen ignored her teasing and tapped his fingers twice on the railing.

"Received." Ling'er waved her hand, and the holographic projection unfolded in the sky above the terrace.

In the image, the landscape of the far side of the moon is completely reconstructed.

"In Zone One, the excavation of the base for the Star Destroyer Cannon is more than halfway complete." Ling'er pointed to the bottomless pit in the projection. "In Zone Two, the keel of the light-speed flagship has been laid. The docks for the escort ships and destroyers next to it have also been framed."

Li Yichen stared at the dense array of silvery-white dots in the holographic projection. Those were tens of thousands of Terminators at work. As he watched, a strange itch stirred within him.

No matter how realistic a holographic projection is, it can't compare to the awe-inspiring sight of the naked eye.

"Ling'er." Li Yichen straightened up, twisted his neck, and his joints cracked.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"I'll go up and take a look."

Ling'er's holographic projection paused for half a second, and her two ponytails stood up: "Go up and take a look? Now? Brother, that's the moon! 380,000 kilometers away!"

"I've been to space before." Li Yichen patted his clothes, and the next moment, the clothes slowly turned dark gold.

In the blink of an eye, vibranium nanotech armor covered his entire body. The dark blue goggles gleamed in the night.

"Plan the flight route," Li Yichen ordered.

"Flight path generated. Brother, this sudden idea of ​​yours in the middle of the night is really exhausting." Ling'er muttered as she imported the data into the battle armor's main control unit.

Li Yichen's legs were slightly bent, and the anti-corrosion wooden floor beneath his feet crumbled into wood chips.

A dark golden meteor shot up from the ground, piercing the night sky of Shanghai and soaring into the clouds.

Break through the stratosphere.

It bursts out of the atmosphere.

Once in a vacuum environment, the armor's anti-gravity engine and micro cold fusion power are fully activated.

Resistance is reduced to zero.

The numbers on the speedometer were going up rapidly.

Mach 50.

Mach 80.

Mach 100.

Mach 150.

At a terrifying speed of over 150 Mach, Li Yichen transformed into a streak of dark blue light, traveling against the current in the deep universe.

There was no bumps, no noise. Only the ever-decreasing distance data on the retina screen.

He turned his head and glanced to his right. The azure planet was rapidly shrinking, its atmospheric outline shimmering faintly.

Ahead, the grayish-white satellite, riddled with craters, was magnified infinitely in the field of vision. This experience of traversing the cosmos single-handedly was far more thrilling than sitting on the bridge of a space carrier.

The intense feeling of being pushed back was perfectly neutralized by the cushioning system inside the armor. He could even feel the faint energy fluctuations caused by cosmic rays hitting the vibranium shell.

More than two hours later.

Captured by lunar gravity. The armor's auxiliary engines reverse their thrust, forcibly slowing it down.

Li Yichen hovered steadily above the far side of the moon.

He lowered his head, looking down at the land beneath his feet.

Even though he had seen it countless times in holographic projections, when this image actually hit his retina, the sheer scale of the industrial impact still made him gasp.

The giant crater, spanning over ten kilometers in radius, has been completely hollowed out.

The undulating lunar rocks have transformed into a gaping abyss. Tens of thousands of T-800 Terminators, disguised as silver worker ants, climb the steep pit walls.

Lacking air, devoid of sound. The visual impact fills all the senses.

Blue and white plasma sparks intertwined into a dense net at the bottom of the crater. The high temperature melted the hard lunar rock, and the thick superconducting bases were like steel nails driven into the heart of the planet, firmly embedded deep in the rock layers.

Each of these bases is over ten meters thick, with eerie blue energy patterns flowing across their surface. They are merely the most basic load-bearing and energy-conducting structures for the planet-destroying cannon, yet they already exude a chilling aura of destruction.

The energy pipelines are intricate and complex, each one thicker than a bridge spanning the ocean on Earth. They are laid out in a crisscross pattern at the bottom of the pit, connecting the vast energy network together.

"This caliber is really outrageous." Li Yichen maneuvered his armor to descend, gliding along the pit wall to observe the flying sparks up close.

"Of course." Ling'er's voice rang out in the communication channel, "The main gun has a caliber of 1,200 meters. Just the base alone would require tens of millions of tons of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy."

"Brother, the planet-destroying cannon is too massive. Even if we had tens of thousands of Terminators running 24/7, it would still take at least two years to complete and put it into full use. This foundation is just the simplest part of the entire project."

Li Yichen nodded. He could afford to wait two years.

He flew around the gaping maw of the abyss once, then gained altitude and headed straight for the adjacent Zone 2.

The terrain of Zone 2 was completely cleared away, and on the flat lunar soil, a giant metal keel stretching six kilometers long lay across it.

It resembles an ancient behemoth lurking beneath the starry sky.

Li Yichen flew directly above the keel. Six kilometers long, it stretched as far as the eye could see. Thick, superconducting tungsten-gold main beams crisscrossed, forming the prototype of the light-speed flagship.

The main beam gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen, each joint fitting perfectly. Li Yichen hovered above the keel; in comparison, his armored body was smaller than a speck of dust. The oppressive force emanating from this colossal object was enough to make any carbon-based life form's legs go weak.

He reached out and stroked the cold metal main beam, already picturing what the giant ship would look like once it was completed.

With a hull spanning six kilometers, armed with main cannons capable of destroying planets, and covered by an energy shield providing absolute defense, this is not merely a warship, but a mobile fortress for human civilization's journey towards the stars.

Next to the keel of the main ship are several smaller docks.

The frigate skeletons, several hundred meters long, and the destroyer skeletons, over a thousand meters long, are mostly complete. Compared to the six-kilometer-long main ships, they appear somewhat miniature; if placed in the oceans of Earth, each one would be a behemoth capable of crushing an aircraft carrier.

Li Yichen lowered his altitude and moved through these steel jungles.

Several ten-axis fully automated industrial machine tools stand at the edge of the dock, their huge robotic arms welding tons of armor plates to the keel.

The magnetically confined plasma nano-forging platform operates at full power, directly forging the ore brought back by the Xuanwu into high-specification warship parts.

There was no clamor from human workers, no slacking off or dragging one's feet.

Purely mechanical efficiency, high efficiency, brute force.

"Has the construction period assessment been completed?" Li Yichen landed on a crossbeam of the main ship's keel and tapped the metal beneath his feet.

A row of green data streams popped up on the armor's retina.

"I've figured it out," Ling'er reported. "Brother, the size of the light-speed flagship is just too huge. The space warp engine and the matter-antimatter reactor matrix inside require extremely high assembly standards. Even if production capacity is maximized, it's estimated that it will take more than two years to roll off the production line."

She paused for two seconds, then continued, "However, the smaller warship groups nearby are progressing much faster. The frigates and destroyers should be completed in about a year, forming a preliminary combat formation."

Li Yichen smiled with satisfaction.

Small fleets can be produced in a year, and light-speed capital ships can be produced in two years.

At this pace, we can achieve overwhelming combat capability before the Ophiuchus alien fleet dares to attack. Then, we can break free from the defensive counter-attack strategy and send our fleet directly to their doorstep to teach them a lesson.

He spent two whole hours wandering through the steel jungle on the far side of the moon. Touching the armor plates here, looking at the plasma cutters there.

It was a feast for the eyes.

"Alright, let's go back." Li Yichen stretched out his arms.

The armor's engine reignited, escaping the moon's gravity and retracing its path.

By the time he crashed through the atmosphere and landed back on the rooftop terrace of Tomson Riviera, the east was already turning a pale white.

The morning in Shanghai was slightly chilly.

Li Yichen removed his battle armor, and the dark golden nanomaterials retracted into his clothes. He stretched lazily in his thin pajamas, facing the morning breeze.

The bones made crackling and popping sounds.

"After a whole night of tossing and turning, I'm going to catch up on some sleep." Li Yichen yawned and pushed open the glass door of the terrace as he walked downstairs.

Back in the master bedroom, he kicked off his slippers, pulled back the covers, and lay down.

My head just touched the pillow.

His eyes were not completely closed.

A sharp electronic alarm blared in my mind.

"drop--!"

The alarm shattered the silence of the bedroom, accompanied by the highest level of red access control.

"Brother! Wake up!" Ling'er's voice had completely lost its usual playfulness, and the electronic tone was obviously urgent and noisy.

Li Yichen lifted his eyelids, his drowsiness instantly shattered by the alarm. He threw back the covers and sat up straight.

"What happened?" he asked in a deep voice.

"A major mess has occurred in Area 51 of the United States!" Ling'er spoke rapidly, projecting a holographic screen flashing red light into the air. "Those mass-produced clones of the 'Yellow Giants' that 'Teresa' has created..."

The image on the screen shook violently, and blood and dismembered limbs smeared the underground alloy walls of Area 51.

The once indestructible bulletproof glass was shattered, and several researchers in white lab coats were torn in two by the five-meter-tall, dark yellow monster, their internal organs spilling all over the ground.

In the corner of the screen, the clones that should have been controlled by the brain-brain bombs are slaughtering the American soldiers in the base with an extremely rational and high-dimensional intelligent gaze.

"They've collectively rebelled!"