These beings living on the surface are so fragile that even the slightest change in the environment of the home planet can cause them immense and far-reaching damage.

Hundreds of Becerian bombs inflicted extremely serious damage on Stasia's atmospheric circulatory system. Stubborn orange-red clouds created by the massive mixture of dust from the explosion obscured sunlight and plunged much of the planet into an eerie 'warm winter' climate.

The people of Stasia have tried many ways to dispel the cloud of fire above their heads, but the unscientific properties of the Becerian stone have caused them to fail.

As the surface temperature continues to rise, Stasia becomes more and more 'fluffy' like a leavened dough stuffed into an oversized oven.

That is, these clouds did not completely cover the entire sky—it would require three or four times as many bombardments—and under the blue sky that had not yet been polluted by the orange clouds, the Stasias could survive for a while.

It's just that the original large-scale urban agglomerations didn't have this kind of good luck.

First it was plowed by a violent explosion, then it was covered by a cloud of fire, and it was plunged into an extremely harsh climate. From time to time, Aldran would make up for the wings in an attempt to further destroy their production base.

The best outcome is, of course, to be able to completely collapse the industry and agriculture of the Stasias through this slow strangulation, and thus plunge these three billion people into famine. In this way, Alderan can achieve the final victory without even having to engage in a ground battle - hunger, which can solve most of the problems.

"They have a good plan. ”

The Supreme Council, which is currently in power in Aldran, has a high opinion of Su Xing. In his opinion, he was able to clear most of his internal problems in such a short period of time, and twisted more than a dozen countries that were originally scattered into a single mess, and burst out with such a huge force. Suffice it to say, they have done a good job.

As for whether this plan would be too cruel for the Statians. Nearly 2 billion people have died now, and another 2 billion deaths are just a statistic.

This is an either/or battle of racial civilizations, where the winner has everything and the loser has only one way out.

As in the case of the controversy that took place during the development of this plan:

"Can't we have a good talk and solve this problem in a peaceful way?

"The migrant ship can carry 2.5 billion people in two years, and they have 5 billion people, and the upper limit of the population that Stasia can carry is only about 8 billion, so, at that time, who do you think will be sacrificed to the altar first?"

"We live, they die, it's as simple as that. Gentlemen, remember that we are going to perpetuate the civilization of Alderan forever!"

It's a pity, Su Xing silently bowed a tear of sympathy for them, even if the Aldran people migrated to Stasia as a whole, even if they successfully detonated the 'Super Ancient Ruins' and would 'destroy' the beacon, they would not be able to escape the tragic end after all.

How could the Abyssal Beasts let them go so easily?

The ultra-ancient ruins were a rather nasty joke, and the so-called Becerian technology was nothing more than a dream, and the more effort they put into these things—which is quite likely, given how tempting this low-cost and efficient technology of space navigation is—the bleaker their future will be.

A skyscraper built on something false is enough to collapse with a single finger.

In order to reverse this situation, they must invest in some normal technology based on the rules of the universe and cultivate a 'wake' force to act as a third party to upset the balance.

But then again, now that this has begun to become the sphere of influence of the fifth force, it doesn't seem to matter much if it doesn't follow the rules of this universe or something...... Right?

"The level doesn't have to be too high, just make do with it, throw missiles and torpedoes or something, isn't it fun for everyone to throw sandbags from a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers?"

This is Su Xing's advice to the little girl.

"I think it's still a big robot," Feng Lixi was very interested, and even a little excited, "The weapon is an electromagnetic cannon, and each robot has to carry five, six, seven or eight doors, but then the requirements for materials are a bit high, and the power core has to be strong enough." ”

"Also, the deformation and merging function cannot be missing, and the robot that can't deform and merge is not a qualified robot at all!"

This difficulty...... It seems to be too much. Moreover, the Alderan flying wings on the other side don't even have electromagnetic guns, and their only weapon other than the Becerian bomb is the 30mm cannon pods built into the wings, which basically exist as psychological comfort.

In the absence of practical beam weapons, the question of how combat in space will unfold is always the question.

As the distance between them increases, most of the attacks will be useless, and the empty space also makes it difficult to succeed in sneak attacks, after all, it is a rather embarrassing fact that most of the weapons they possess, whether they are Aldran or Stasia, are not even a tenth of the speed of a flying wing.

It's like a war in a fishbowl, where two civilizations have no choice but to bite each other in this tiny billion-kilometre stretch.

"So, what would you do?"

The final decision was in Zhen Zejun's hands, and she was once again lost in thought.

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Mosculos, meaning 'the strongest', is a fairly common Aldran male name.

With this name is an emaciated middle-aged man who is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 50 kilograms. He has an unremarkable look like his name, and he does an equally unremarkable job.

No one in the Alderan society, which had been transferred to a state of wartime control, was idle. Every adult was given a job to the best of his ability, while minors were given a considerable amount of schoolwork while undergoing low-intensity military training.

They are the future of Alderan.

No one knows how long they will survive the onslaught of those behemoths, and in the worst case, they may even have to rebuild their civilization on Stasia with these half-grown children as the main force.

The first immigrants have long been decided, part of the army, half of the technical personnel, and as many children as possible.

In addition, there is no reproductive segregation between the Aldran and Stasians.

The work of Mosculos is not complicated, but it is quite tedious.

He and thousands of others will convert the paper materials collected from all over the world into electronic files in the shortest possible time, all the materials that have been collected for thousands of years.

These documents record the glory of Alderan's past, and no one knows if it will shine even more brightly in the future.

It's a sacred work, Mosculos has always firmly believed.

......

"Just pick him?"

"That's him. ”

"I'm okay with that. ”

......

Mosculos, who was carefully scanning the electronic files, seemed to hear the whispers of speech, but when he looked up, the library was still silent, accompanied only by the faint hum of the scanner. I want to talk about "Data Biological Observation Diary" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~