The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

The coalition government abandoned them, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t respect the dead.

With a heavy heart, Chen Dayou carefully moved the large number of corpses out of the apartment.

After confirming that nothing was missed, they started up a large "Sweeper" tracked vehicle.

These vehicles, equipped with powerful crushers and suction cups at the front, slowly and steadily crush the entire building, like giant steel anteaters.

The powerful robotic arm deftly grabs broken precast slabs and twisted steel beams, sending them into the roaring crushing chamber.

Behind them, specially treated mixed powder is discharged and covered with a light blue gel-like "radiation neutralizer" by unmanned sprayers that follow.

This agent can quickly react with residual radioactive dust, inertizing it.

"Wow, technology is so convenient!" Old Li, a fellow worker, clicked his tongue as he watched the cleaners easily swallow up a collapsed building.

"One day of this thing is equivalent to a week's work for hundreds of us."

But the most amazing thing is yet to come.

The preliminarily crushed and "cleaned" waste powder is directly fed into a large mobile platform called a "molecular deconstruction vehicle" by intelligent machinery.

This equipment has a complex internal structure, in which the powder undergoes several high-speed processing steps.

Molecular-level separation, directional recombination, and high-temperature catalyst activation—ultimately, regular-sized, smooth-surfaced, dark gray "regenerated precast bricks" are ejected from the other end of the pipe!

These bricks, still warm from use, have an optimized internal structure, making them far stronger than ordinary concrete and completely eliminating any radiation hazards.

Soon, a highly efficient production line was formed on the construction site: the rubble was crushed, neutralized, and regenerated into high-quality building materials.

Transport robots move piles of recycled bricks onto designated vehicles for transport.

Workers continued to operate small construction machinery to assist robots in laying the foundation, using laser rangefinders and handheld terminals for precise planning and positioning.

In the daily toil, the city ruins gradually disappeared, replaced by cleared and leveled land, and mountains of city foundation stones piled up beside them.

Another month has passed, and the workers and automated construction platforms have quickly built a new urban area that is beginning to take shape, using solid recycled bricks.

As dusk settled, Zhang Dayou stood atop a newly built high-rise building, gazing at the majestic planetary engine in the distance.

Turning around and listening to the roar of machinery on the construction site, a tired yet satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Chapter 162 Gina Galaxy

In the pitch-black vacuum of space, a spaceship emitting intense light could not withstand the barrage of rays and was reduced to a fireball.

A few seconds later, the bright light faded.

All that remained were slowly spreading clouds of debris, sporadic sparks of electricity, and a darkness even more silent than before.

This light assault ship, belonging to the "Gray Rock" Ironblood Clan, became yet another chilling footnote in the long tug-of-war in the Gina system.

Time has quietly slipped away.

Since Dirk killed Varok and subdued his followers on the surface of Gina, and began to consolidate revolutionary forces with the help of the Eclipse, the Gina system has no longer been a simple rescue point or a battlefield of civil war.

It has become a giant gravitational vortex, attracting the attention and power of all parts of the Milky Way.

The idea of ​​an "interstellar federation" was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples far exceeding expectations.

The successful "friction" tactic of the Krosorn civilization not only bought Dirk valuable time, but also served as a public pledge of allegiance, showcasing the nascent form and potential of the new alliance to all onlookers.

The message spread at an astonishing speed through interstellar networks and secret channels, but the information inevitably became distorted during transmission.

"An advanced civilization's ruins have been discovered in the Gina Galaxy, and multiple forces are vying for control!"

"The bloody civil war has escalated, involving ancient relics of immeasurable value!"

"The gate to lost technology has opened in the Gina Starfield!"

"........."

It is unknown which force with ulterior motives has spread this half-truth, half-falsehood throughout the Milky Way.

Originally unrelated to this matter, the usually isolated civilization was drawn to the commotion on their side.

Even many forces that had long faded from the interstellar stage and almost disappeared quietly dispatched scout ships from all corners of the galaxy to the Gina system to investigate and get a share of the profits.

There's no way to believe rumors without evidence; nobody's a fool.

But someone was secretly stirring things up—a semi-mature, monumental blueprint marked with the origin of an unknown civilization, with a rigorous but incomplete structure, was anonymously broadcast throughout the Milky Way.

The language and data used are all known to civilizations and are ancient.

The megastructures are capable of launching attacks over light-years and stellar cluster-level teleportation...

The theoretical content is relatively complete and the parameters are self-consistent, whether it is the space anchor point model, the high-energy medium stability formula, or the basic framework for intergalactic matter transport...

This confirms the rumors that the Gina Galaxy contains comprehensive technological data.

Because of this, even the nomadic races and privateer fleets from the outer star systems flocked to this already war-torn star system.

The 'Interstellar Federation' was originally just a civilization fleet that came to pick up its own people. After receiving a definite reply and support from its home planet, it was undoubtedly the largest of the three forces.

Faced with the suddenly expanding pressure from the coalition forces, the remaining forces of the Yetgar clan, under the iron-fisted command of Wakanda, had no choice but to set aside their pride and send out a distress signal to the two Ironblood clans, Bloodclaw and Grayrock, with whom they still had a relatively good relationship.

Their strong sense of honor wouldn't allow them to stand by and watch their kin besieged by so many "alien" beings.

Of course, this was mainly because the rumors of the "ruins" also aroused their greed.

When the Bloodclaw Clan's iconic crimson-painted assault ships and the Grayrock Clan's heavy cruisers joined Yetgar's defenses, the Ironbloods' fleet saw a dramatic increase in both quantity and quality.

Just outside the massive formations of both sides, an even larger fleet of third-party civilizations with ambiguous stances was patrolling.

They are either still evaluating or assessing the future framework and feasibility of the 'Interstellar Federation'.

Or perhaps they simply want to fish in troubled waters, like patient hyenas, lurking on the edge of the battlefield, waiting to be the fisherman.

While vaguely sensing the existence of the mastermind behind the scenes, all three parties tacitly maintained a certain degree of restraint.

But where the Predator exists, peace is always a luxury.

This group of fearless beings completely disregards other civilizations, and some of them are even stirring up trouble and instigating unrest.

This turned Ironblood into an unstable powder keg that could be ignited at any moment.

After all, you can't talk to them about brains, restraint, and intrigue... unless the high-ranking commanders aren't selected by force.

The destruction of the previous "Gray Rock" assault ship stemmed from a typical "accidental clash".

A fleet of armed mining ships belonging to the "Caliban Mining Consortium" was conducting so-called "resource exploration" (in reality, scanning for possible relic signals) on the edge of the "third party" area, getting too close to the warning line drawn by the Bloodclaw Clan.

After a few abusive communications filled with slang and taunts, several Bloodclaw fast interceptor boats shot out like arrows and became entangled with the escort gunboats of the mining ship.

The mining ship called for support, and a nearby Serene Federation frigate intervened under the pretext of "maintaining interstellar security," its precise freezing ray instantly paralyzing the engine of an interceptor.

This immediately drew the ire of the heavy cruisers behind, and several thick plasma beams tore through the void. Although most of them were deflected by the deflecting shields of the Serlinn frigate, the spilled energy still severely damaged the troublesome mining ship, and it was eventually turned into a dazzling fireball by the follow-up fire from the Crothorn fighters.

"Attention! The Ironblood assault formation is approaching at high speed from the rear of the left flank asteroid belt!"

Quantity: twelve; Type: Razor-class assault boats!

"Notice that the enemy heavy cruiser's main gun charging target is aimed at our third patrol squadron!"

"Aetherian's Bone Ships are releasing a disruptive field; they're trying to shield the sensors in that area!"

Damn it, a small cloaked unit has infiltrated!

Within the command network of the Federation of Interstellar Fleets, alarms and communications were constantly ringing out.

Krex's compound eyes calmly swept across the main screen, his emerald green pupils leaping among the dense specks of light.

His flagship, the Crothorn "Crown of Emeralds," was positioned at a command node relatively far back in the formation.

He couldn't understand why Ironblood would suddenly mobilize nearly a third of its warships to launch a larger conflict after just a minor skirmish.

"The third patrol team will take the initiative to maneuver and evade."

The 7th and 9th Frigate Squadrons were sent forward to intercept the Razorboat group, giving them the opportunity to board...

Maintain distance and use pulse cannons to slow them down; don't let them rush into the main formation.

"Order the 'Icethorn' (Cruiser Serlinn) to launch two 'Frost Nova' missiles at the 'Bonebreaker', without hitting it, to create a cloud of cryogenic stardust in front of it to interfere with its aiming and maneuvering."

"Notify the ships of Aetherian that this area is a combat zone. Any unreported force field interference will be considered a hostile act. They are required to immediately disarm the force field and disclose their cloaked unit intentions!"

The nascent Federation of Planets had already given Krex a taste of maintaining the world and acting as a galactic policeman.

The federal government's approval of this event is practically a done deal.

The 'Federal Union' is practically a done deal thanks to this incident.

During the peaceful window of lull in the fighting, the various civilizations participating in the alliance have actually begun to attempt some brief technological exchanges.

Whether it's Serlin's low-temperature energy and ecological construction technology, Crothon's theory of space jump and deep space communication, or Aetherian's ecological perception, starship shield architecture... or even the collision and integration of life sciences, resource refining, and military basic technologies unique to other civilizations.

They all felt as if they had suddenly realized something after working in isolation and then stepping out of the door!

Ultimately, it is the ingrained scientific thinking that has hindered the progress of civilization.

If they had considered the possibility of cultural exchange back then, perhaps they wouldn't have allowed technological barriers to stagnate through generation after generation.

In any case, all parties involved have benefited from this tangible leap in civilization.

Of course, there is still one unavoidable premise to all of this.

That means in this battle, they must achieve outstanding results and absolutely cannot suffer heavy losses.

Only a resounding victory can demonstrate the alliance's strength to more hesitant and observing civilizations, thus motivating them to willingly join.

At that time, the circle of technical exchanges will become wider and the situation of win-win cooperation between civilizations will become more and more stable.

However, once the war is lost and the alliance is severely weakened, this already loose alliance will instantly fall apart and become increasingly divided.

All we can say is that they are vulnerable right now and cannot withstand too much of a storm. The only way is to go all out and fight a brilliant battle!

At this point, the internal conflict between Dirk and Ironblood was no longer relevant. This was a battle I had to fight to see if the alliance could grow stronger!

On the battlefield of deep space, after a long battle, the Federation fleet and the Ironblood fleet were locked in a fierce tug-of-war.

The two main fleets exchanged fire across the asteroid belt, with plasma beams and energy torpedoes colliding frequently in the void, exploding into dazzling light mist.

The Federation fleet leveraged its formation and the strengths and weaknesses of the various civilizations' fleets in terms of weaponry and functionality to steadily advance.

The Ironblood Civilization, with its formidable individual warships, continued to harass the enemy, leading to a stalemate in the battle, with everyone's attention firmly drawn to the fierce artillery fire of the main engagement.

Just then, a sharp alarm shattered the noise of the command channel: