"So what the hell is this thing?"

Brosie, the new prefect stationed in the Moubis Wasteland, sat on the high stool in the laboratory, calmly watching the busyness of the killing machines in front of her, the various experimental equipment that she couldn't name looked very high-end, and the light that had been filtered from the sky 47 times shone on the mother box that was placed on the table, rippling with a strange light.

Despite her questioning, judging by the impatience in her eyes, Brusie's interest and patience in this place had reached its limit.

And in the face of her question, the killing machine did not look back, he debugged the nano-level analyzer in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"A technological device that can easily break the boundaries of the world in theory is more convenient, easier to use, and more portable than a world converter made of N metal. ”

"Can it be used by us?"

Brucy snorted, but the answer was no.

"Not yet, this thing is a bit high-tech, and its composition is a bit weird, I need some time to analyze, but it shouldn't be too difficult to crack in the end. ”

"Then you should analyze it well, and strive to come up with a result before the overlord arrives. ”

Brosie got up from her chair, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the lab, she had also seen the endless army of demons rushing out of the open tunnel of this mother box, she could easily understand the role of this thing in a big war, and if Brushie's prediction was correct, the Moubis wasteland would soon have another counterattack from the Apocalypse.

She walked out of the lab and looked at the dark red wasteland in front of her, not far from the hills, a large excavation site, the inhabitants of the wasteland were not freed by the retreat of the conquerors of the Apocalypse, but instead all their manpower was reassembled to continue unearthing the crystals hidden beneath the wasteland.

This time it was no longer for the god of darkness, but for the overlord.

Of course, compared to the Apocalypse's group of goods, who are accustomed to enslavement and destruction, the style of the second wave of conquerors is obviously much more accessible to the people...

Led by the new leader of the wasteland civilization, the son of the former Grand Elder and the last scholar apprentice of Moubis, the inhabitants of the brutal war thanked the newcomers, and the women and children were sent to the Moubis trading station to recuperate, while the men stayed behind to continue their work.

This time, though, they have a new assistant...

"The combination of the excavators and the local natives is quite good. ”

Seeing Miss Brucy onto the platform, the former Lady of Plague, who had been demoted to a knight's squire, Miss Vera stepped forward quickly and reported in a low voice:

"In the past four days, with enough supplies and water, as well as good temporary housing, these workers have been at least 3 times more efficient than before, and the latest 27 crystals have been delivered to the trading station..."

"Not enough! I'm not happy with the progress!"

Brucy looked at the busy intelligence machines and the workers who were the detectors in the large digging theater below, and a flash of sharpness flashed in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice:

"Let Brigadier General Sergei send another army of intelligent machines over to improve the salaries of these workers, and I want them to at least double their work efficiency!"

"But!"

This order made Lady Vera's eyes widen, and she subconsciously retorted:

"Allowing them to work longer hours may cause dissatisfaction among these newly converted natives, and even produce the same riots as before..."

"So I got our purpose wrong?"

Brucy's sharp gaze stared at Vera, "We weren't here for the shards, but for the betterment of their lives, right?"

Lady Vera immediately understood that she had made a mistake, but Brusie did not need her answer, and her gaze returned to the excavation site in front of her, and whispered:

"They used to be under the rule of the Apocalypse, and they could unearth 30-40 crystals a week, and at that time they had no rest, no safety, no pay, and they would die at any time..."

"We came, we helped them drive away the invaders, returned their land to them, gave them rest, security, and even paid them money ... However, I get as many shards every week as I used to... Don't you think that's unreasonable? My Vera... If they don't know how to be grateful, I think I need to make them feel like slaves again. ”

"I see, ma'am!"

Miss Vera lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "I'll do my best to make Ayrt understand what we mean!"

"Good..."

Brucy snorted, she looked up at the somewhat dim sky, and she asked softly, "Have you found the tomb of the King of Conquest?"

"Ivan and Bruno took the elder's soul to search among the stars, and they have determined the location of that alternate dimension!"

Vera replied: "We guessed wrong, the mausoleum is not in the wasteland, it should be the companion plane of this planet, it is very unstable, and it needs to cooperate with the responding stars to open it at a certain point in time, but according to the current situation, we may only need to wait a month, under the right astrological signs, we can easily open it!"

"It's been a month..."

Brucy's expression was a little hesitant: "The beasts of the Apocalypse are planning a war, and we... Maybe you don't have that much time, can you force that face open?"

"Theoretically, yes, but the risks are a bit high, and forcibly exploring the last legacy of an advanced starry civilization may cost some casualties. ”

"Fill them with steles and demons! they don't really die anyway, don't care how much resources are invested, it's nothing compared to the threat we face, I only have one request: to end the wasteland as quickly as possible!"

Brucy waved her hand, and the impatience in her eyes beat more violently:

"I'm starting to hate the world!"

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Ayrt rubbed the corners of his forehead a little tiredly, and reached out to close the reading projection in his hand, the process of absorbing knowledge is definitely enjoyable for a scholar, but a long time of immersion will make the spirit tired.

Although he has become the leader of the civilization of the Moubis Wasteland, and has become a great hero who has rescued the remnants of his people from the brutal rule of the Apocalypse, Ayrt himself is still a mortal, a somewhat impulsive, somewhat dazed young man, and in the face of the current somewhat delicate situation, frankly, he also has some ups and downs in his heart.

He stood up and stepped out of his comfortable lounge to the porthole of the starship that was slowly emerging from the orbit of the Moubis Wasteland, and he looked at the massive crimson planet, where he was born, where he was born, that was his home.

"Mr. Elt, do you like the new book?"

A voice sounded behind him, and Ayrte turned his head and saw Brigadier General Sergei coming over with a smile, and he hurriedly leaned over and saluted: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Commodore General, my civilization has withered, and the great knowledge of my ancestors is scattered in time, and frankly, even in the Tower of Scholars, there will be no such systematic knowledge." ”

Ayrt smiled at Sergei:

"The process of learning makes me very happy..."

"So, I can tell at a glance that you are a true student..."

Sergei smiled, stretched out his hand and handed a cigar to Ayrt, and the two of them stood by the porthole, and a special look swelled in the deepest part of the eyes of Mr. Brigadier General, and he whispered:

"Actually, the Galactic Civilization Circle welcomes excellent young people like you to study there, we welcome friends, we will do our best to meet the needs of friends, as long as you want, after returning to the trading station, you can get a ticket to the galaxy immediately..."

This made Alt a little moved, but after thinking for a few seconds, he shook his head and said with some regret:

"As for me personally, I would love to go to the land of civilization to study, but my people still need me, with your help, our civilization is just beginning to recover with difficulty, at this moment, I can't leave them, just like my father once did, I want to protect my people!"

This answer made Sergei's eyes narrow, and after a moment, he let out a hearty laugh, and he patted Ayrt on the shoulder:

"Alright, Mr. Elt, I'll tell you the truth, I want you to bring your people to the galactic civilization... Your people have a natural sense of Phoenix shards, which is a very important ability for us, and I can guarantee that with your consent, your people will be better accommodated, and you will have a whole new planet, fully owned by your resurgent civilization, and we will provide everything you need!"

"But, but we were born in Moubis!"

Ayrt whispered, "We are still the home planet of the Moubis civilization, the birthplace of this star's civilization, we belong here!"

"So what does it matter?"

Sergei slowly flicked the cigar in his hand, and he said in a gentle voice:

"Is the Moubis Civilization Circle kind to you? When you were enslaved, I didn't see your fellow civilizations reaching out, in the interstellar age... Ayrt, you have to understand that in the vast interstellar era, small civilizations serve large civilizations, and large civilizations give protection to small civilizations, which is the common law of the stars. ”

"I also believe that those of you who have experienced the tyranny of the Apocalypse can easily tell who is a friend and who is an enemy..."

The brigadier general looked at Ayrte's somewhat changed expression, he added another fire, and he lowered his voice:

"Actually, the Galactic Civilization Circle is planning a conquest of the Moubis Civilization Circle, you also know that there are many things we need in this star field, it is impossible for the Overlord to give up here, and the Galactic Civilization will not give up either, join us at this time, your people will not be caught in the flames of war, this is a good thing! Alt, don't you want to restore the glory of the Moubis home planet?!"

"A big galaxy always has a governor, and I think... There is no one in this starry sky who is more suitable to control the land left by your ancestors than you, you are the true and legitimate heir, you have the noblest blood under this star in your veins, and those who pretend to be civilized, they, hmph, they are just a bunch of clowns!"

Sergei had spoken to this extent, and Ayrte's throat couldn't help but move up and down, and in the face of this temptation, it was impossible for any reasonable person to refuse.

"I..."

"Boom"

Before Elt's words could be spoken, a loud bang pierced through the stars outside the cabin, and in the violent vibration of the starship, Sergei subconsciously turned his head and saw that the ruins of Moubis, which had become very small in the distance, were completely enveloped in a dazzling red light, like a big hand that could not be seen, and under the slow closing, the dying planet was completely sent to hell.

"No !!"

In a moth to a fire, Ayrt lay on the porthole in front of him, his eyes widened to the extreme, and in his incredible gaze, his home planet was in the form of an implosion, like the most terrifying giant bomb placed in the center of the planet, crushing his world piece by piece in the beating of that crimson light.

The shattered earth that surged in all directions was rolling in magma, like the last cry of the world.

The crimson halo was more like a beating sun, and where its light radiated, everything was gone.

The most horrific manifestation of this destruction froze the well-informed Sergei in place, and the cigar between his fingers fell to the ground, bouncing a few sparks.

After the Moubis wasteland was completely transformed into a belt of rubble among the stars, the crimson halo suddenly closed, and in that light, a tall figure sat on the throne, he looked indifferently at the world in front of him that had been destroyed by his own hands, he snorted, and his tyrannical voice echoed back and forth among the dark stars, like thunder, ringing in Sergei's ears:

"This is the price of disobedience to the God of Darkness..."

"The destruction of this deplorable world is only the beginning! You have earned the destruction for yourselves, and soon... I'm going to find you and strangle you one by one!"

"The great Apocalypse Star will not fail! The Great God of Darkness will not fail!"

"All of this! will all be mine! Invincible, Darkseid!!"