There is no doubt that it was a successful raid.

......

A few hours ago.

While the base that provides logistical support for the wings is heavily defended, this defense is more directed at the free-roaming anomalous creatures. It's not that they don't pay attention to it, it's that these people don't have this ability at all!

Don't look at the gods that those agents are blown up, but to infiltrate such a completely isolated military base without internal response is to treat all the guards as dead people. These civilians, who had not received any formal training, and most of them were physically weak chickens, at best, shouted a few times in the quarantine area of a kilometer outside the base with signs or something.

So from the very beginning, they had only one choice, and that was to break in head-on.

To achieve this goal, which no one thinks is possible except for Mosculos, if you only have the skill level of Aldlan, it is a non-possibility.

But when the majestic figure of Mobile Fortress Liberty One is presented to people, there is nothing impossible.

In Mosculos's description, this is a 'super ancient ruin' that he stumbled upon - Su Xing suddenly discovers that this is really a good big basket, everything can be loaded into it, and no one else can prove the authenticity, it has the same level of technology as or even surpasses the ruins obtained by the planetary management committee.

What's more, "From here, I learned the real history." ”

Looking around, Mosculos said a lie that he had practiced hundreds of times in his room, "Even if we occupy Stasia, we can't change our fate, at most twenty years, more anomalous creatures will flood into this galaxy, if we can't join hands to face this crisis together, then the only thing that awaits us is extinction." ”

As a mobile fortress sponsored by Su Xing, it is naturally easy for Liberty One to forge some so-called 'evidence'. By the time he had presented the evidence, everyone had fallen into some kind of madness.

It doesn't matter whether it's the shame of discovering that you've been deceived, or the excitement of being involved in this kind of history. Mosculos clenched his fists to himself, a little sorry for the big kids, and what they knew to be 'true' was just another lie, but at least it was better than continuing this senseless slaughter.

"So, we must stop this massacre and let more people know these facts, and we must let the enemies who hide in the darkness understand that the resistance of the Aldlans will never stop!"

......

Breaking through the first line of defense with surprising ease, the two-meter-tall exoskeleton armor provides good defense and speed, as well as enough firepower. This allowed the strike team, which was only thirty men, to jump over a kilometer-long minefield and quickly climb over the 50-meter-high fence and rush into the base before the defenders could react.

The base is actually divided into two parts, with a perimeter of a defensive ring built entirely of Alderan technology, which is five kilometers deep.

Covering an area of ten square kilometers, there are a large number of stone pillars and strange buildings of unknown meaning, which look more like some kind of sacrificial place, and are built from the materials found in the ultra-ancient ruins.

"This kind of thing...... Is it really possible to maintain the flying wing?"

"This can't be some kind of cult sacrifice place, right?"

"Where are the factories that were introduced on TV? This is completely different from what was advertised!"

The confusion and uneasiness that erupted instantly caused the team's internal communication channels to be noisy, and everyone wanted to say something, but they didn't know what to say. They simply shouted meaninglessly, trying to ease the fear in their hearts.

If it was just such a slightly eccentric place, they wouldn't be so upset. However, just stopping here, a sense of oppression arises spontaneously. It is a fear in nature, a remnant of genes that has been passed down from time immemorial to the present day.

Well, it's actually the absolute suppression of the life level.

The 'game props' made by the Burning Sky Tomb, perhaps Si Tianduo, are handmade, even if they are just casual creations, but they still have residual influences from the highest level of existence.

Only Mosculos relied on the protection from Zhen Zejun to be immune to this invisible mental pressure, and he once again strengthened his belief that this kind of thing was not a reliable future at all.

The depth of five kilometers only took them a few tens of seconds for these small combat units, which had a high speed that was significantly beyond the expectations of the defending side. A small cluster of mechs charging at high subsonic speeds pierced what was considered an impregnable defence.

In the entire process, less than one percent of the points of fire reacted. To make matters worse, when they entered the core, the defenders were even less afraid to attack the intruders.

Looking around, a sense of mission arose in Mosculos's heart, and his voice was low: "Let's do it, we don't have much time." ”

——————

"This is their first appearance, it doesn't feel as ...... as I thought" After a few seconds of confusion, Zhen Zejun found the right adjective, "It's so epic, it's more like a ...... that everyone is not prepared for Farce. ”

"Maybe," Su Xing disagreed, "but each of them has done their best, hasn't they?"

He flicked the tiny galaxy in his hand and watched in silence as the glass-marble-like planets began to spin at an accelerated pace.

Time is like water, and this absurd war between two companion civilizations quietly dissipates like a cloud of smoke, leaving only a mess. And in the midst of this mess, there is still a dazzling condensation of brilliance, and a new kingdom rises from two foundations that have been completely torn down and rebuilt, and begins to take steps beyond the galaxy for the first time.

On their own.

The little girl who casually perfunctory, he carefully maintained the stability of this accelerated history, after all, he did not have the patience to wait for more than ten years. An interesting beginning, and a magnificent ending, are the two wonderful things that make him come back for more.

As for the lengthy but essential process, if you can skip it, try to skip it. At most, you can take it out and enjoy it when you think about it.

——————

Although neither the Aldrians nor the Stasians noticed anything unusual, the relative speed of time throughout the galaxy was indeed accelerated to a hundred-twenty-fold speed of the outside world.

After the core area was shattered into ruins by the 'third-party' organization that first appeared in front of the world, the rule of the Planetary Management Council suddenly fell into a state of unspeakable embarrassment.

No matter how much they claim that they will repair the logistics support center as soon as possible, and start the attack on Stasia once again. The large number of flyers and video footage spilled by the large drone swarm still caused them huge trouble.

In the years that followed, they ran into more and more trouble. With a temporary loss of external pressure, the already unstable rule has been challenged from many quarters.

At its simplest, they can't falsify the information that the 'third-party' organization has made public, and they can't stop the non-stop propaganda campaign of the bastards they hate. After all, compared to the Planetary Management Committee, which has always been secretive about ultra-ancient ruins, the information disclosed by the 'third-party' organization is so detailed that even if they want to provoke thorns, they can't do it.

And with the anomalous creatures that have been wreaking havoc all over the world being wiped out one by one, and even the beacons hidden deep in the earth's mantle layer have been blown up by Freedom One, the Planetary Management Committee, an institution that has been forced to operate under special circumstances, is also facing its biggest crisis.

The necessity of its existence...... It seems to be gone.

The struggle for power has been going on for decades, a rather exaggerated time span, with some people dying and many more caught up in the maelstrom. By the end of the day, not many people remembered its original purpose.

This continued until the cigar-shaped spaceship from Stasia entered Alderan's synchronous orbit, and a rain of fire from the sky woke up the Aldran people who were immersed in the Game of Thrones, and the war began.

Under the leadership of the 'savior', who is already in his fifties, the people of Stasia who survived the catastrophe burst out with a power far beyond imagination.

While the Aldrians were intriguing, they were busy rebuilding after the disaster;

When the Aldrians were in the midst of a civil war, they carved out a whole new technological route;

Alderans......

In short, they wasted precious forty years in meaningless internal strife. Stathea, on the other hand, was given a new lease of life during these forty years.

This 'slow' war lasted for ten years, and no one was the winner. Alderan was devastated, and Stasia was dying.

In the end, no one cares about the cause of this war or where it will lead the two kingdoms, they just repeat the process simply and numbly.

Hatred becomes a strong chain that binds the two together, and eventually burns everything out.

The wreckage of the starship was spread throughout the galaxy, and in the long tug-of-war, they nearly emptied two planets and neighboring asteroids.

In this desolation, new civilizations are sprouting.

——————

Mosculos, who had disappeared from sight decades ago, watched all this, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

There was some loss, but more relief.

As perhaps the only one of the three billion people who knows all the secrets, he has been under tremendous pressure. He deceived everyone and put all the blame on the non-existent 'mastermind', and it can even be said that he single-handedly caused the chaos after Aldran, and indirectly led to the tragedy that killed countless people.

But surprisingly, he didn't feel any guilt.

He heard two, maybe three, voices talking about him.

A male, lazy and meaningless voice: "This guy is basically a waste, he has been exposed to too much divine information outflow, and the basis of his existence has been distorted into something like a divine envoy, and now he can only be said to be a kind of extension of Xiao Zhenze in the material world." So it's normal to have this mental state, he's not a human anymore, how can you expect him to retain the so-called 'humanity'?"

A young girl's voice said, "Eh, what does this have to do with me? I didn't pay much attention to him, why did he put the blame on me?!"

A gentle, involuntarily believing voice: "Isn't that good, just let him be the eternal watchman and watch over these two planets until he gives up." ”

And so the story in this little galaxy came to an end.

......

"I always feel like you're being lazy. ”

The little girl was quite unhappy, and how to look at the history after acceleration was not interesting, which made her always feel unsatisfied.

"What do you think?" Su Xing didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

He had a hunch that the next period of time should not be as easy as this. However, he didn't tell Zhen Zejun that children, they had to make her happy. These troublesome matters will be left to him and Kazuriki to deal with.

"A sense of foreboding?"

Kazari smiled quirkily, "Maybe." So, where are you going next?"

"I don't know, but my instincts tell me to keep going, and the unknown will naturally appear in front of us. "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~