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"At least 30 million years ago!"

Ling'er's words exploded in the spacious bridge hall, accompanied by a piercing red alarm, leaving everyone who had just been immersed in the grand blueprint of interstellar colonization stunned.

Old Lu's hand, which had just half-removed his spacesuit, got stuck in his sleeve, and Zhang Mingyuan's movement to pick up a teacup froze in mid-air. He Zhenchuan's smile hadn't completely faded; his features were contorted, looking both comical and stiff.

The simulated natural light inside the bridge was automatically cut off by the system, and red alarm halos swept back and forth, hitting the silver-white alloy walls and making everyone's faces flicker between light and shadow.

Outside the porthole lay the desolate, crimson surface of Mars, while inside the cabin, rapid breathing filled the air; the contrast between stillness and movement amplified the sense of oppression to its extreme.

Without wasting words, Li Yichen strode to the main control panel and began rapidly typing on the holographic keyboard.

"Push the detection radar to maximum power." Li Yichen stared intently at the main screen. "Activate deep quantum scanning, penetrate the earth's crust. I need to see clearly what that thing is."

"Received, power maxed out, quantum penetration depth loading." Ling'er operated the console at lightning speed, her small hands drawing out streams of data in the air.

The image on the large screen changed. The red soil, hard rock layers, and dried-up underground riverbeds of Mars were virtually peeled away layer by layer. The view went all the way down to eight thousand meters below the surface.

A massive metallic outline began to emerge in the dark blue scan.

At first, everyone thought it might be a crashed spaceship or a small underground bunker. But as the scanning range expanded, the full appearance of the metallic object gradually became clear, and everyone's understanding was repeatedly challenged.

It wasn't a few hundred meters, nor a few kilometers. A dark, metallic spine stretched hundreds of kilometers underground, following the Martian equator.

Its appearance is extremely wild, full of undisguised violent aesthetics. The main body is an exaggeratedly thick cylindrical structure, surrounded by broken energy circuits and huge heat dissipation fins.

Li Yichen was all too familiar with this design. It was practically identical to the planet-destroying cannon that he had arranged for the Terminators to excavate and build on the far side of the moon, only a hundred times larger.

Zhang Mingyuan craned his neck forward, almost touching the screen, pointing at the exaggerated outline, his voice booming: "What the hell is this pipe? You could stuff a mountain inside and it still be cramped! That diameter is at least seven or eight kilometers!"

He Zhenchuan threw the spacesuit helmet he was holding onto the sofa and shouted in a gruff voice, "Thirty million years ago? Are you sure you've got the data wrong!"

Thirty million years ago, dinosaurs roamed the Earth, and giant lizards fought over meat! How could there be any man-made objects on Mars? Could it be that some deity left a magical artifact here?

Zhou Weiguo shook his head repeatedly, walked to the screen, and pointed to the rows of isotope decay data: "Old He is right. This completely violates the theory of evolution and common sense about the universe."

The solar system is only so big. If Mars had such an advanced civilization long ago, how come we haven't found a single trace of it on our blue planet? This doesn't make sense.

The command center erupted in chaos. Several high-ranking figures who had strategized and commanded across Earth were completely thrown into disarray by this prehistoric behemoth, which defied all human understanding.

Liu Guoliang pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his hands under his chin, stared at the metal debris on the screen, and began to analyze it while stroking his chin.

"It's not necessarily impossible." Liu Guoliang's gaze swept over everyone. "Think about it, Mars' environment is so harsh now, the atmosphere is gone, and the core is cooling down."

Could it be a prehistoric civil war? These Martians are technologically advanced, but perhaps they have explosive tempers and created such a powerful weapon.

As a result, when the two sides opened fire, the superweapon's energy went out of control, not only destroying the atmosphere but also causing the Earth's core to stop rotating, thus annihilating their own civilization. In the end, only this lump of iron remained buried underground, becoming their tomb.

The old men listened and nodded in agreement, finding the "prehistoric civilization civil war hypothesis" to be logically consistent, at least explaining why Mars became a dead star.

Li Yichen turned around and walked to the bar at the edge of the hall. He picked up a clean glass, poured half a glass of ice water, and took a sip.

The ice cubes clinked together in the glass, making a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the noisy bridge.

"Uncle Liu, you watch too many science fiction movies."

Li Yichen put down his water glass, casually put one hand in his pocket, and strolled back to the control panel. His gaze swept over everyone, his tone revealing absolute rationality, completely crushing their conventional thinking.

"The fact that they can build a planet-destroying cannon that is hundreds of kilometers long shows that they have mastered the energy dispatching technology at the astronomical level."

Interstellar civilizations of this caliber have long since transcended the base desires of vying for planetary resources. They would never allow themselves to destroy their homeworld over a mere internal conflict.

Li Yichen reached out and made a sweeping motion in the air, zooming in on a section of the middle of the scanned image.

"More importantly, look at the material." Li Yichen pointed to the metallic fragments on the screen that were emitting a faint glow.

"Buried eight thousand meters underground, it has undergone thirty million years of geological changes, magma erosion, and high-energy cosmic radiation. This thing doesn't even show a trace of weathering or rust."

Even the broken energy circuits maintained an extremely high degree of structural integrity at their edges. This demonstrates that their materials science has reached its pinnacle, far surpassing our current superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloys.

He leaned against the edge of the control panel, his voice calm yet extremely authoritative: "How could a civilization capable of mass-producing such divine materials be so easily wiped out by a civil war? There may only be one truth."

Old Lu completely removed his spacesuit, handed it to the Terminator beside him, took two steps forward, and stared intently at Li Yichen: "What's the truth?"

"Dimensional reduction attack." Li Yichen's finger touched the huge crack that ran through the middle of the entire metal creation on the screen.

"Look at the cut surface of this crack. It's as smooth as a mirror, without any tearing or twisting deformation caused by an explosion. This wasn't caused by a weapon explosion; it was cut open directly from the outside by some kind of high-energy directed weapon."

Looking at the crack, Li Yichen continued to deduce: "They may have been wiped out by a higher-dimensional alien civilization, or they were crippled and fled as a whole."

This planet-destroying cannon, which is over a hundred kilometers long, is not meant to be used against our own people, but against foreign enemies.

Unfortunately, they lost. They weren't even given a chance to fire; the enemy sliced ​​the planet in two with a single shot.

The command center was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Thirty million years ago, a top-tier civilization capable of building planet-destroying cannons with a range of hundreds of kilometers was wiped out like tofu by an unknown alien force on the planet beneath their feet.

Old Lu gripped the edge of the coffee table, his breathing becoming heavy. He Zhenchuan stopped shouting and stared blankly at the smooth crack. Liu Guoliang's "civil war hypothesis" was completely overturned, replaced by an extreme fear of the dark forest of the universe.

Humanity's technological advancements on Earth, which it takes pride in, seem as fragile as a joke in the face of this prehistoric behemoth that has been sliced ​​in two.

Looking at everyone's pale faces, Li Yichen was calculating something else entirely.

Materials that will not weather for 30 million years and can withstand geological changes.

If the Terminator army could dig this thing out and put it into a color-charge confinement trap for strong interaction analysis, upgrading the Starfleet's armor to another level, this trip to Mars would have been absolutely worthwhile.

What he lacked in building his spaceship was this kind of top-quality, readily available material.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines because of the "alien extermination theory," and the atmosphere on the bridge was extremely oppressive.

Ling'er's holographic figure suddenly jumped up and down on the control panel and shouted, her voice so sharp it cracked, breaking the deathly silence.

"Brother! Commanders! I've cross-referenced the battle damage and cracks on this thing with its dormancy time, and I've discovered an even more chilling coincidence!"