The ninety third-tier fleets, whose main task was to stall for time and spy on information, suffered casualties and more than two trillion dead in seven months.

After experiencing the initial chaos in the head-on confrontation with 10,000 prismatic warships, the second-class fleet has a deeper understanding of the prismatic ships' particle bombs, black hole bombs, beam impacts, blade mantis swarm impacts, and grid links, and has stabilized its position, and can use its numerical superiority and complex and changeable tactics to maneuver with the enemy, and gradually gain the upper hand.

Although it was still not possible to destroy enemy ships, the second fleet also collected a huge amount of information.

The Barnard Star Fleet had an overwhelming upper hand, and the situation looked very good, both in formation and in terms of the tide of battle.

Although Barnard's fleet still suffered battle losses from time to time, this level of loss was bearable in the face of an incomparably large number of troops.

The prismatic battleships still had the advantage of maneuverability, but the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great.

Once the prismatic ship enters the battlefield, no matter how it maneuvers and transpositions, there will always be human warships nearby that quickly form a formation and mobilize a huge amount of energy to forcibly suppress it.

Although humans are far less skilled in the use of energy than compound eyes, they can win by quantity.

To analogy the situation of the two sides, the two sides are like two people dueling, the fighter representing the compound eye is holding a three-foot sword that seals the throat with blood, and the fighter representing the human race only has a rotten wooden stick.

It seems that the human fighter is almost certain to die, but the rotten wooden stick is three feet long and weighs half a ton.

If this stick goes down, of course, the sword-wielding fighter will have to be smashed and turned over on his back.

The tried-and-true tactic of splitting the battlefield with grid links and then splitting and breaking them has failed.

Because no matter how the prism division of the battlefield, each prismatic ship is in a state of being surrounded by regiments.

The shipboard star cannon on the cosmic-class giant ship, the black hole bomb array, the antimatter bomb array, the space tearing high-energy blast, the warp impact neutron bomb that integrates the human understanding of curvature subspace, the physical toxin bomb with performance comparable to the original blade mantis, the space collapse cannon, the fighter plane's onboard phase chord flow gun, the austenitic cannon and the austenitic gun, the quasi-unified force cutting projectile, and the ultra-high-energy dissolved liquid that devours secondary life......

The weapons that humans can use have finally been hit.

However, none of them could achieve the desired effect, and they could not even shake the direction in which the enemy ships were heading.

In the past seven months, the Barnard Star Fleet has lost about one million space-class warships, more than 30 million Orion Arm warships, and countless other small and medium-sized ships and warplanes.

The number of compound eye prisms has not decreased.

Even if human weapons can sometimes successfully break through the concentrating shield on the outer layer of the prism, there is nothing they can do with the shell of the battleship inside.

The scientists behind the front line have done their best, but they can't even figure out whether the power of human weapons is only a thin line, and after crossing this line, it will be a flat horse, or the gap is still infinite.

Commanders on the battlefield have also exhausted all their wisdom, trying countless ways to form different combinations of different primary weapons and special weapons, trying to find a combination variable that represents hope in the face of the impossible wall of sighs.

However, it was all useless.

It seems that the Barnard Star Fleet "trapped" this prismatic fleet, but in a sense, it was the main combat force of the human being dragged on the spot by the other side.

At this time, the ninety original third-class fleets were almost completely wiped out, but the intensity of the war in the 100 major theaters of war did not weaken in the slightest.

More and more reserves were thrown into the battlefield.

The young adults and even the old people among the natives of the planetary system in the major war zones have also enlisted in the army on the spot and rushed to the battlefield.

As for the children in the theater galaxy and the elderly who are really unable to cope with the intensity of battlefield operations, they have successively sat on the escape ships and retreated to the rear of the outer circle.

In addition to sending reserve troops to reorganize the third-tier fleet, more and more frozen embryos, as well as experts and scholars in various colonial fields such as education, psychology, and construction, have also been sent to the escape fire ship to try to send more people out of the Orion Arm.

The plan to artificially train reserve soldiers has also been strictly implemented for a long time.

Human populations began to multiply rapidly.

More spare Dyson membrane seeds are being dropped into more and more idle planetary systems, just to exploit more stars for energy.

Spare modular planetary building units have also been put into full swing, which are temporary settlements built to complete the rapid reproduction program.

In fact, it is extremely unfair to them to let these children be born at this moment.

But there is no way.

There is no way back for humanity.

Either win the war, or try to hold the enemy in Orion's arm as long as possible, at least to give those who escape a little more life.

It may be that a large number of these children will not be able to wait to reach adulthood, but if the base is large enough, even if the compound eyes sweep from galaxy to galaxy, there will always be someone who can successfully become an adult.

Well, one generation has fallen, and there is the next.

The leadership of the Morrowind Empire had already set up this cruel and hopeful plan for a hundred years of resistance when they discovered that their compatriots in Proxima Centauri had no power to resist and were slaughtered.

The living of the Morrowind Empire have only one thought, even if they are defeated, they will drag the enemy in Orion's arm for hundreds of years.

There is no need for Chen Feng to teach them lessons, and this generation of salvation will have a new concept.

The meaning of our sacrifice is not just for the victory of the next timeline, we are also for the victory of our generation.

As long as the escaped earthlings can quietly establish even one thriving colony in a place where the compound eyes can't find it, and as long as humans can still exist in the universe, we will have the ultimate victory.

When Chen Feng first observed the Star Map of the Morrowind Empire, he had found some information threads outside the map.

These silk threads represent the so-called scientific exploration spacecraft that have gone beyond the territory of 5,000 light years, which not only shoulders the mission of exploration, but also shoulders the mission of taking away the fire of civilization.

The exploration ship is staffed by hundreds of people, and in addition to the most experienced and reliable navigators, controllers, and mechanics, it is also staffed with engineers in various fields sufficient to build an entire colony, and all are equipped with the offspring of the quantum intelligence stars that operate independently.

Each spacecraft also carried as few as 100,000 and as many as hundreds of thousands of frozen embryos.

With the extreme speed performance of these spacecraft at 20 times the speed of light, it will take at least hundreds of years to fly to the Perseus Arm and the Centaur Arm, and it will take at least three generations of hard work.

The members of these small spaceships will spend their lives in this small space, the journey is of course long, the journey is of course arduous, but as long as they live, it is a success.

But in front of the spacecraft represented by the extraterritorial silk thread that Chen Feng saw, there were more far-flung spaceships that departed earlier and flew a little slower.

They had already voluntarily cut off contact with the Orion Arm.

There are also some 20 times the speed of light supercurved spacecraft that basically departed at the same time, which also cut off the connection with the Orion Arm and quietly dived, never to return.

Some are bait, and some are true seeds.

Everyone has a different mission.

The entire vast escape plan designed by the Escape Research Institute is both probabilistic and a gamble of luck and full of wisdom.

In the eighth timeline, humanity is just about to leave the solar system and go to Proxima Centauri, and countless Endeavour will fall in various uncontrollable cosmic natural disasters encountered along the way.

This time it's the Orion Arm that humanity is leaving.

The dangers lurking in the cantilever of different galaxies are even more beyond human imagination.

The radio storm released by the giant black hole in the heart of the galaxy when it accidentally sucks into the star, the spatial collapse caused by the distortion of gravity that is enough to destroy the curvature subspace, and the huge river of dark energy that seems empty but actually moves the grave of the star......

In addition to these natural disasters, the previous escape ships sent back information one after another before they were destroyed.

The spherical battleship that has never appeared, as the sage Chen Feng once said, first appeared on the periphery of the Orion Arm, wandering between the Orion Arm and the Yingxian Arm, chasing and killing the escape ship everywhere.

Not only that, five days after the destruction of Proxima Centauri, the hundreds of prismatic warships that destroyed Proxima Centauri also appeared outside the territory of the Morrowind Empire, blocking the way for humans to reach the Perseus Arm and the Centaur Arm.

The path that humans have taken using the hypercurved movement seems to be completely under the control of the compound eye prism.

Even the undercover fleet, which is not in contact with the Orion Arm, is still being found one after another.

But no one felt hopeless, this was expected, and from the very beginning, no one imagined that they could leave easily.

The scattered escape fleets made a quick decision to change the mode of movement, retreating from hypercurved motion at twenty times the speed of light to a conventional push infinitely close to the speed of light.

Without the protection of the subspace, the threat index of natural disasters in the universe to the escape ship has increased again.

The time it took for humanity to reach the next cantilever became thousands of years.

But countless escape ships are still moving forward.

No one knows how many of the escapees who rushed out would survive.

But that doesn't matter.

There are no eggs under the nest.

Born in the galaxy, who can survive?

When Chen Feng checked the battle report, the second batch of the reorganized third-class fleet had just entered the battlefield less than 15 days ago, and it had taken over the responsibility of the theater's own reserve forces, and once again dragged down the prismatic fleet that was clearing out the galaxy planets and space stations in the theater.

Since then, the war has entered its second phase.

The Morrowind Empire named the stage "Stalemate".

Humanity does not recognize this as defeat.

As long as there is one person in the thirty-five trillion people in Orion's arm who is still breathing, it is not defeated.

Millions of years ago, the mysteries who ruled the galaxy perished at the hands of a compound eye civilization that had not yet mastered prismatic technology, and the war lasted for thousands of years.

The most ideal outcome of this war, calculated by the stars, is that mankind can hold out for about a hundred years.

It may seem that humans are much weaker than the fans, but this is not absolute, there are deeper reasons.

It only took a thousand years for mankind to develop from a level 0.7 civilization in the 21st century to a level 3 civilization in theory.

Being fast is both an advantage and a disadvantage for human beings.

The time left for the development of earthlings is too short.

The strength of a civilization lies not only in the level of science and technology, but also in the size of its territory.

Even if human beings still only have the current level of science and technology, if human footprints are all over the galaxy, and the strategic depth is the territory of the entire galaxy with a diameter of 100,000 light years, then the relationship between victory and defeat is really unknown.

In just seven months, humanity has shown much more war potential and tenacious fighting spirit than the Lost Race.

Billions of years later, when civilizations in other extragalactic systems see this war through optoelectronic messages, they will also be amazed by humanity's determination and talent for war.

Mankind has made the best use of all resources and brought all existing scientific research capabilities into full play.

The idea of war command is not limited to the battlefield, and the form of the entire civilization has also rapidly entered the mode of war.

Obviously, every earthling is an individual with an individual mind and infinite creative possibilities, but in this war, it is unbelievable that they have reached a unified belief.

Obviously, survival is the highest belief of all intelligent life, but there are always trillions of earthlings rushing to the battlefield one after another.

Although there are several intelligent races within the Orion Arm whose ideology is more unified than that of humans.

But the reason for those ideas of racial unity is either the proliferation and division of all individuals from the same mother, or the genetic suppression of lower individuals by the higher individuals of absolute centralization, or the kind of clones of the compound eyes that directly eat the dissenting ones.

Just like human beings, a civilized race that is both a perfect and independent individual and extremely united, is simply unbelievable and does not conform to the basic laws of the universe.

Needless to say, the brain potential and thinking talent of the people of the earth are different, but they don't think about themselves at all.

You haven't been forced to control your mind, you can't beat it anyway, shouldn't you run away in despair?

It is emotion that prompts the people of the earth to go against the individual nature of living beings without hesitation and make choices that meet the needs of the group!

Emotions that override the belief in individual survival are the core of human beings to create cosmic miracles with the power of the whole race.

The reason for this is that the control of emotions cannot reach the level of human beings, and intelligent beings may never be able to figure it out.

The selfish people of the universe who live on the creed of survival will never understand why anyone would risk their lives for the sake of the welfare of future generations; Why would someone carry a bomb in their hands when they knew they were going to die? Why motherly love can make a weak woman lift a car; Why are there earthlings who are willing to sacrifice everything to fight against the catastrophe of a thousand years later that has nothing to do with them......

Although Chen Feng had not been to the battlefield in person, he could guess that those who had compound eyes in the prism that seemed to be as stable as Mount Tai might be fighting in horror.

In the previous timeline, the Compound Eyer's contempt for humans continued until the last moment, when Chen Feng single-handedly drove the Colossus of Xingfeng out and then completely disappeared, and took the initiative to ask his name.

Of course, it was also a trap to seduce Chen Feng to speak and try to capture him.

But this time, the Compound Eyes may have tasted the horror of humanity from the beginning, and was glad that he had struck it early enough.

Chen Feng thought of himself, looked at the last important piece of information, and sighed.

That's why he deliberately controlled himself not to follow up on the battle reports in real time.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Long before the war began, the human leadership was already frantically looking for him.

The imperial government even established a special institution called the Shadow of the Sage.

The Shadow of the Prophet has a total membership of tens of millions of members in all major planetary systems of the Orion Arm, including historians, biologists, philosophers, reasoning experts, and scouting talents.

But the Shadow of the Prophet went in the wrong direction from the start.

Historians have rigorously argued the historical materials handed down from the salvation and have come to a conclusive conclusion.

Every time Chen Feng crosses the advent of time, he must directly replace a descendant who looks similar to him, has a high degree of genetic similarity, and also has the same name.

This has happened eight times in a row.

There's no reason for an accident to happen the ninth time.

As a result, since 2980, all those who look similar to Chen Feng in historical materials, and the underlying genetic information gene similarity exceeds 99.97%, regardless of their parents' surnames, are all named Chen Feng, and they will take the initiative to be included in the candidate list, and they will not hesitate to choose to join the army, and regardless of their talent, they will all be a private in the reserve barracks.

There are so many Chen Feng in Orion's arm that Chen Feng must add a numeric code code to his name.

The code names started from 1 and went down to hundreds of thousands.

If any Chen Feng dies for some reason, and someone happens to pass the genetic comparison, then this person's code name will be inherited by extension.

All the people named Chen Feng generally knew the principle of being replaced, and knew that their consciousness would completely disappear and become a non-existent person.

But no one has a mustard, and every Chen Feng is looking forward to being replaced by a real sage.

In the thirty-first century, this idea is actually very superstitious and very unscientific.

But that's what people do and look forward to.

It's a pity that people have made fatal mistakes again.

No one expected that Chen Feng would borrow his corpse to resurrect his soul on Earth this time.

Scholars are too superstitious about the golden rule handed down by salvation, thinking that if all the humans in the solar system are wiped out, Chen Feng will not be able to appear on the home planet.

The shadow of the sage became dark under the lamp, and he did not return to the long destroyed solar system.

With the outbreak of war, the Shadow of the Sage had to cease its activities.

One after another, Chen Feng rushed to the battlefield.

But until the war entered the second phase, the leadership of the Morrowind Empire did not wait for the expected sage to blow himself up.

Some people speculated about Xianzhe's plan, thinking that he might have other arrangements, so he deliberately lurked in the army, intending to collect information first, adapt to the times, and restore his ability.

He is too dazzling, and if he is exposed, he may be beheaded by the compound eye.

He must be fully prepared to come out of nowhere and turn the tide around.

The sage always had his considerations, and he would not die unexpectedly in a war.

Because he is Chen Feng.

The idea was very popular and quickly recognized.

People struggling in despair often secretly speculate that Chen Feng may be beside him.

In short, he must be watching us somewhere, fighting side by side with me or other comrades.

Such an almost superstitious concept supported the will of many warriors.

After reading the information, Chen Feng snapped and turned off Wei Xing's intelligence system.

Continuing to ponder the taste, he was about to lose his life as a secret observer.

At this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded in the command room.

Chen Feng was taken aback and hurriedly retrieved the details of the alarm.

It wasn't that he had been found by the Compound Eyes or someone else, it was an accident on Frydes' side.

Frydes, who was disassembling the quantum intelligence chip five kilometers below the planet, was attacked!

The vital monitoring system shows that Frydes' heart has stopped!

Consciousness is dissipating at breakneck speed!

Thirty seconds later, Chen Feng rushed out wearing the Galaxy Armor and breaking through the cover of the armored room.