When Major Edward was preparing for the Blasting Research Institute, it was also when Major Ye Feng led people to the Mode Valley. On the other side, in a place that humans could not explore, in a grand hall, countless figures with long bodies and wearing silver gorgeous light armor were going back and forth in the main hall, and behind countless desks, those humanoid creatures with light blue skin and emaciated faces were constantly processing the information and materials in front of them. A stream of information composed of light curtains crossed their eyes. Slender fingers tapped on the desk.

Their text is very complex, it looks more like a three-dimensional combination, and this kind of text is suspended in mid-air. Although there was a lot of news, they didn't hit the desk very quickly. Obviously, each text contains a lot of information that is incomprehensible to humans for the time being.

This is the central place for the words of the Protoss and the vast number of things in the universe. What human beings usually learn is only the superficial communication and application of the Protoss script, and the real essence cannot be learned, and this kind of writing cannot be learned by humans without sufficient wisdom accumulation.

"The Virgo Supercluster in Region 7, the Local Group of Galaxies, the Milky Way's Solar System, the undead have appeared?" A message appeared on the desk of a Protoss.

"Seventh District?" The Protoss man frowned slightly, and then his four arms began to search for information and process other information. The Seventh Region is a very large area, and it belongs to the war zone between the Protoss and the Undead. It is normal for the appearance of undead spirits. However, for the information sent by the humans, he still wanted to see why the humans had divided a small place in the seventh region into so many levels.

For him, if it weren't for this message from today, he might not have known that there was such a civilization as human beings. After a brief inspection, he knew that it was because of the limitations of human units of measurement and exploration space that those places were divided into so many levels. As for the cries for help from humans, they don't care.

And the information about the request of the human allies to transfer back the Apollo Legion, he did not even report it, and directly agreed. Just because the remarks of the Apollo Legion are one of the countless garrisons of the seventh rank civilization.

As for the security of the planet where Apollo was stationed before, there was no need to worry about it at all, because it was only a rudimentary civilization, and the planet still belonged to the Stone Age, if it weren't for the fact that their planet had some rare mineral deposits, the Protoss wouldn't even arrange a garrison. But I've heard that the garrisons of the allies are doing well there, and are worshipped as gods by the natives, just like they are.

"I heard what the sixth-class civilization was called before, and the patrol team we sent was considered to be the main force!" A working Protoss woman sitting next to the man whispered. With a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to feel very interesting about such a thing.

After all, civilizations are different, and they are located from different angles, and there are not a few such things.

"In that case, do you want to send a patrol to this earth as well?" The man asked in a low voice, knowing that when their patrol passed, the scene of being worshipped by countless people was still very exciting.

"Earth? Haven't heard of it. How many civilizations? The woman asked softly, and although the two were chatting, the work in hand did not slow down.

"A seventh-class civilization in the Seventh Region. But the weapons are the appearance of a sixth-class civilization. The man quickly found out some of the capital information of the earth, among which on the power list, the first place was all the information of the Hokram.

"A patrol can wipe out their civilization many times." The woman whispered, a little disdain in her eyes.

"Don't talk a little cool here, hurry up and get to work." A man sitting in front of them whispered. "Don't forget, we are also a fourth-class civilization, and the gap between us and the above is even greater." The man's words silenced the two who were chatting. It is very difficult for a civilization to advance to each tier. Only if the strength is sufficient, can you get enough benefits in the universe. In the eyes of others. They are high up in existence, but in the face of higher civilizations, they only have the right to tremble. Just like they are to the earth now.

However, it is not up to them to know if there is such a high-level civilization, but it is said that there is.

And at this time, on the main star of the Protoss, a big tree that occupies half of the entire planet. The center of the entire civilization of the Protoss.

A very elaborately furnished room sits on the branches of a sacred tree, and the room is very simple, with a table, a chair and a bookshelf. At this moment, in the room, a young man wearing a silver mask is sitting in a chair, looking at the book in his hand.

If anyone is here, they will be very surprised that the material of the book is a silver metal, thinner than paper, and it looks like a book when turned over, and a cup of tea is placed on the table. It seems to have seen something funny, and there is a relaxed smile on the corner of the face behind the silver mask.

At the door, a young man in rich armor stood there. If there were Protoss here, they would be surprised to find that the prince of their Protoss was the one standing at the door in front of them.

"What's the matter?" The young man sitting in the chair did not raise his head and asked softly.

"My lord, this is the information you need." The Protoss Prince held up a book in his hand, then lowered his head. Meek as a sheep. But as long as anyone who knows the prince knows how bad the prince's temper is, let alone standing at the door to deliver materials, he may not even read the materials sent to him by others.

But at this time, the grumpy prince was standing here very quietly.

"Well, put it on the table!" The young man in the silver mask looked up and said, then looked at the book in his hand again. It doesn't seem to be interested in the prince in front of him.

The prince respectfully held the book in his four hands, entered the room, and then placed it on his table, standing still. When the young man saw that the prince had not left, he could not help but put down the book in his hand. This small gesture made the prince feel as if his heart was about to leak half a beat.

"Anything else?" The youth asked in a low voice.

"We didn't get our mission done. There is also a family that does not have much information. There is only a small amount of information that can be traced about their family. The prince hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice. After all, the person in front of him is from a higher place. He was a little scared at the thought of if the other party was upset.

"I know that, so you don't have to say it again." The young man waved his hand, he didn't like to hear the justification. He put down the book in his hand, picked up the materials sent by the prince and flipped through them. Because it is the text of the Protoss, although the thickness of the information is not high, the amount of information in it is unimaginably huge.

He knew a few things before he came here. So he has an estimate of what the prince said, and he is not surprised.

A few thin pages that carry all the things of a civilization.

After reading it, he just put down the information in his hand, and then stood up. "Where are you going, sir? Need me to send someone to take you there? The Protoss Prince immediately asked.

"I'm not an adult, I'm just a slave to my master. If anything happens in the future, I'll come back to you. After speaking, in front of the eyes of the prince of the Protoss, the young man stretched his hands into the space in front of him, and with a slight tear, a crack in the space appeared in front of the young man, and then the young man walked in, leaving only such a sentence that surprised the prince of the Protoss.

That seemingly powerful young man was just a slave? No one believed it. But the other party is from a higher level of civilization, but it cannot be faked. For example, second-class or first-class civilization.

Thinking of the word slave, the prince of the Protoss suddenly wondered if the higher civilization was feudalism or slavery? However, he only dared to think about such an idea in his mind, and if it was known by others, he didn't know if it would cause dissatisfaction among the civilizations above. He didn't even know that the other party was here just to check the information. A civilization that is not enough to be taken seriously.

Although he was puzzled, these things were not for him to think about. Putting away the materials on the table, the Prince of Protoss exited the room. And he was sent by his father this time, and he was just familiar.

After walking far away, the prince of the Protoss was the one who saw his own guards. Only a few people know about what happened. After all, the room was usually empty, and it would only be opened when a young man like today arrived.

"Your Highness." Several guards shouted.

The prince nodded, then glanced at the guards around him and walked towards his palace.

On the other side, on Pluto in the solar system. Mo Ran led a group of people, plus a few dozen people brought by Major Chekov, barely enough for sixty or seventy people. But the news from Major Edward gave Major Ye Feng and Major Chekov a headache.

The research institute has been destroyed, and about five or six thousand people inside are gone, most likely undead. Regarding this, Major Ye Feng felt for the first time that his plan might not be realized. If there were five or six thousand undead waiting for them below, jumping directly before would be tantamount to looking for death.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt that maybe it wasn't a bad thing for Major Edward to go to the research institute. At least now they know that they may have to face at least thousands of undead. Smoke grenades, on the other hand, are not significantly blocked by undead detection devices.

"Looks like we're going to have to do the stupidest way we can do it." Major Ye Feng said with a wry smile, and then reported the situation here to the Xinggang Command.

They have one last option, and that is to destroy the Valley of Grind. But Pluto belongs to allies, and such decisions can only be made by allies. It would be a powerful explosion, and they would surely die in it.

If their plan fails, then in the end it can only be done in such a way. The institute has been destroyed, and the allies have little to gain, and the threat of destroying a threat is still acceptable for the allies. At the same time, by the way, the research institute on Pluto can be completely destroyed.