The real world.

Aviation warships.

"Still can't get in touch?"

Lan Yan looked at Lancet, who was getting heavier and heavier, and didn't know what to do, so he could only ask without embarrassment.

Ranster snorted, his eyes never took his eyes off the screen in front of him, and in a star sea map, the blood-colored hell was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than a day, it would already cover one-fifth of the alliance's star field.

This speed is terrifying.

Hardly giving the Institute any chance to react, what can be done in such a short time?

This feeling is like a dying struggle, knowing that there is an abyss in front of you, and no matter how much you can't fill it up in the blink of an eye, you still have to throw down a handful of sand and dirt with all your might, as if you won't fall to death if you fall like this.

Really...... Amusing.

On the map, dozens of private spacecraft are leaving the air port.

Randster knew that among them was his father and queen mother, and there was the core of this wealthy family in the star.

But—

Can they really outrun the speed of this black substance?

The corners of his lips bloomed into an almost cold smile, extremely mocking.

However, when he turned to the tightly packed people on the streets, he sighed.

"How's the feeding equipment installed?"

His tone was dark, and it was the only way he could think of it.

"The first and second areas have been equipped, and the third area has been gradually spread from the inner ring to the outside."

But—

What if you install these?

There will not be enough oxygen to store, and they will not be able to meet the needs of such a large number of people.

Lan Yan looked at Lancet, and sighed as his gaze fell on the flying ships that were moving away.

"They, unless they can fly out of this interface, ......"

"Wait!"

Lancet suddenly stood up excitedly, didn't bother to say anything to Lanster, and began to walk towards the place where the game warehouse was placed.

Interface is a novel term, a hypothetical setting that has been recently defined by the Institute, but Lancet knows it's real.

The best verifier of all this is Jiuxi.

Lan Yan looked confused, but quickly followed.

"What's the situation?"

Looking at the person who lay down in the game warehouse without saying a word, Lan Xian's embarrassment was almost committed, playing games or something at this time, it feels so emotional!

In the blink of an eye, it seems that things are wrong.

The place where Lancet entered the game was no longer the Peach Blossom Villa when he went offline, but it was a novice village that he had never seen before.

He frowned and quickly pulled out the communication panel, only to be surprised to find that the information on it had also changed beyond recognition.

Name: Lanster.

Spiritual Root: Gold

Repair: None

Occupation: None

Exercises: Golden Emperor Jue

Such character information is concise and clear, and what surprised him the most was the kung fu of the Golden Emperor Jue, or the parting gift given to him by Jiuxi when he was in Xi Night City that year.

Everything is initialized, even the contact field has been cleared.

And in the whole people martial law, towards

In fact, Lancet is just looking for a sustenance for everyone, it can only be regarded as a dying struggle, to be honest, he doesn't believe much in what personal power can change, but there is something faint in the deepest part of his heart.

sighed, and could only resign himself to fate.

There is no news from the institute now,