It has been ten years since the Chabis conquered Drow Venus. The black nets woven by the six-limbed creatures in the sky have long since been withdrawn, and the people of Chabis have slowly adapted to this warm and bright new planet, and it has begun

A life of "living and working in peace". A ship of glory

The "Chabis Star" is quietly parked in low-earth orbit, and most of the indigenous inhabitants inside have been evacuated from the home planet and taken a spacecraft to a new home to start a new life, and only a few military personnel remain on it to garrison and maintain.

The people of the Chabis were very satisfied with the new planet they had harvested, which was still infantile and a paradise compared to the days of the Alpha Galaxy.

Stars must be indispensable, three are too many, one is just right, although they are still not used to the feeling of light shining directly on their bodies and into their eyes—the stars only need to maintain the ecological chain on the planet so that it does not break, and it is not necessary to shine all the time; The atmosphere is more dispensable, and the Chabis don't need to rely on oxygen physiologically, but it doesn't hurt to have it, except that it makes people feel a little drunk.

However, since these are the essential elements that sustain the protists on this planet, let them continue to exist, as this will help provide a stable source of food for the planet's new rulers.

When it comes to food, that's the most enjoyable part—there's a dizzying variety of food: animal-based food is delicious, and the taste is far from comparable to that of dark earth-eating animals; Plant foods are sweet and delicious, and you will feel a strong aroma just by smelling them; If the meat and vegetables are paired again, then it will be

"Heavy makeup is always appropriate", and it tastes so good that it is almost heavenly. For the first time, the people of Chabis realized that in addition to the function of satisfying the stomach, food could also rise to the realm of aesthetics.

It's just a small pity that it often takes a little more effort to hunt them, most of the animals that roam the surface of this planet are too tall and agile, and the alien conquerors who are not used to the light always look clumsy when facing them, and the use of weapons is a bit exaggerated, and the small plasma bows and arrows or small laser cannons that children use when they play and play are unexpectedly suitable for hunting - of course, all of them are not too much of a problemAfter all, there are a huge number of animal food stores ready to use...... The great leader Dieter did hesitate for a long time as to what to do with the Dzorkins.

After the bloodless conquest of this new planet, the dying former rulers of the planet, the two-legged hairless creatures who seemed to be weak in physique and temperament, had completely lost their fighting spirit.

Ten years on, their collective mood has gone from initial fear to current numbness, and they will not resist even when they are transported in batches to the canning factory.

But Dietette knew that the scariest thing about these guys was still here (he tapped his finger on his big swarthy head).

Although the original rulers of these new planets have been left with no more than two of them in the past ten years, the question of what to do with the remaining few remains a dilemma: which is the best solution to eliminate them, to keep them, or to keep only a part of them?

Of course, Dietet understood what was going on in the trembling bodies of these tall vanquished men, but he thought that such risks were entirely acceptable and manageable, and that taking on challenges was not the joy of being a conqueror.

He was confident that his subjects would be able to harness the vanquished well, not to mention how pleasing the lives of the Chabis had been brought to the lives of the Chabis by these unarmed aliens, who possessed so many good qualities that they would be a tyrannical creature not to use them well—even if only as an easily obtainable source of meat in the sense of animal husbandry.

After much deliberation, Dieter decided to maintain the current plan of slow extinction. Despite some troubles, the Chabis did not think much about how to settle them in the face of the lost and conquered people.

Deprived of all weapons and means of production, the Dzorkin were placed in a mix of men and women, and pursued a policy of uncompulsive natural reproduction, while being driven around according to the needs of their rulers.

Like the walking dead, they act as a source of meat, a slave, a servant, and a pet, and while satisfying the food baskets of their new owners with great convenience, they also have an unshirkable responsibility to export labor and provide entertainment.

Every Chabis living in their new homeland - except for the newborn Little North Nose - still remembers the hundred years of forced labor that endured humiliation and hardship, and at the same time is also very inspirational to believe that it was the hard work that brought about the good life it is today, so now, it is time to enjoy it.

The surviving Drogin people took on almost all the manual labor as a matter of course, and they improved the quality of life of their new masters by leaps and bounds.

Their naked, pale, whipped bodies staggered and trembling in countless factories, mines, tunnels, farms, and all sorts of other occasions where they were needed.

They had basically given up completely—giving up resistance, giving up hope, giving up their bodies—until they had access to a super-fuel of immense power that they had never seen before.

It all started from the beginning: after arriving on a new planet with a cycle of day and night, it was still difficult for the Chabis to adapt

"Life in the sun", habitually, they still tend to live underground. Most of the above-ground cities built by the Dzorkin were abandoned for various reasons, and the new occupants gradually dug intricate passages underground and formed buildings that began to take shape.

The Chabis were simply too good at digging, and the new geology on the new planet was no less difficult for them.

They can build highly efficient drilling machines with a unique process that can easily divert boiling magma to the surface to cool the subsurface in a specific area...... All in all, in less than ten years, they have gradually transformed the planet into what they want.

Dieter himself encouraged this wave of exploration into the new planet's underground, partly because of his long-standing habits, but also because he wanted to explore the universe deeper and farther away!

He always kept a clear and cool head, and did not get carried away with a victory, as most of his subjects did.

Only a handful of Chabbys, including him, knew how tragic the interstellar trip was more than 300 years ago, because before the voyage, the scientists had exhausted all the resources available to make antimatter fuel on the tiny planet of Chabes, and by the time they arrived in the solar system, the precious fuel had been almost exhausted - it was actually a desperate trip (

"Thankfully, we succeeded!" —Dietet's inner monologue). After the conquest of Drow Venus, Dietet's next goal was to restore the ability of the massive starship to interstellar voyages, and for this reason, he even gave up the opportunity to enjoy himself on the new planet, and stayed in the starship like an ascetic with a small number of technical and military personnel, and only remotely commanded his subordinates on Drow Venus.

The key to reactivating the massive starship is antimatter fuel, which is buried deep in the planet's underground, which is the main reason why he encourages his subjects to explore underground.

At the same time, the geocentric environment, where high pressure and heat do not come into contact with the atmosphere, is also the best place to store antimatter fuels.

The Dzorkins are of course very intelligent creatures, they once created a splendid civilization, but due to their shortcomings in military strength, they were defeated in the duel with the Chabis and lost everything, including the right to live.

Ten years of suffering had worn out their will, and they had been reduced to lower creatures who only wanted to live one more day.

Somewhere on the planet Drow, there are eight very docile and well-behaved Drowin laborers, who have been trusted by His Holiness (as the Chabis ask the vanquished to call them), and are sent to work in an underground warehouse of antimatter fuel, which is difficult for ordinary people to access.

They usually cleaned the perimeter of the warehouse, served tea and water, and were only allowed to enter the heavily guarded central warehouse, which was sealed by three thick stone gates, when the transport ship arrived every few months, and was responsible for carrying two cans of antimatter fuel onto the ship.

The antimatter fuel canisters were cold and hard, made of unknown materials, each of which was half a dorgin tall, and when filled with fuel, five drowgins were tied together, making it quite laborious to carry.

The pampered Venerables were reluctant to do such hard labor, so they left it to their slaves.

The first time they carried it, the Chabis told the laborers to be careful, but when they lifted the huge fuel canister into the cargo hold of the ship, a thin Dzolkin laborer slipped his hand and almost broke the canister out of his hand, which caused him to be immediately whipped by the Venerables, and was viciously threatened to eat him alive if there was another time.

The second time they were transported, the Drowkins were allowed to enter the transport ship, as they were still needed for the fuel tanks they had carried down after the last time they had found the fuel canisters at their destination.

At an altitude of hundreds of thousands of kilometers, the low-eyed laborers secretly saw through the porthole for the first time at close range the huge starship that had pulled out a huge net to conquer them, the Star of Chabes, and at this time, the Venerables on the same ship boasted to them triumphantly, saying that you weak white-skinned pigs would never be able to build such a spaceship converted from an entire planet, and the fuel needed to drive this huge starship was the jars they carried...... All of this gradually condensed into an idea in the minds of several Drowgins, which turned from vague to clear, like a thousand-year-old tree growing from a small seed to a towering giant, like a forest fire spreading into a smoky flame from a small spark, like a neglected caused by a small anthill to complete collapse, and a bold and extraordinarily tragic plan slowly took shape in their minds.

In a precarious environment, these eight Dzolkin laborers who were responsible for cleaning and carrying had been secretly plotting for a long time.

They elected an elderly man named Promi as the temporary leader, and Promi led everyone to deduce and formulate a preliminary plan of action.

However, despite the plan, it is still difficult to implement it: will they be able to stay here until the next move?

Can the guards be easily subdued? Can the fuel tank be successfully broken? Can the aircraft be hijacked smoothly?

Can the Big Bang be successfully triggered? Will there be enough time to leave the planet? Will the oxygen supply be sufficient to complete this series of tasks?

Where do you go from there? …… There are thousands of questions, a lot of problems are in front of you, every step needs to be fought for nine lives, and the possibility of success is really slim.

As the saying goes, it is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen, it only depends on whether God is willing to take care of them. Opportunities come in a hurry, and they go short.

It has been another five months since His Holiness last transported two cans of fuel for the assembly of spacecraft.

During this time, one of the conspirators had already been killed by the Venerable Ones for a trivial matter, so when the order was again given to carry the fuel canister to the central warehouse, the remaining seven silently gritted the steel teeth in their mouths and decided to act immediately.

When they worked, the hard-working workers with evil intentions concealed their inner turmoil and showed conscientiousness.

When the second tank of fuel was moved out of the warehouse, Promi, who was walking in front, turned his head and glanced at the people behind him, everyone silently counted the rhythm in their hearts, and suddenly let go of the fuel tank on the ground, and at the same time, several people rushed to the four guards who were overseers at lightning speed, wrapped the chains in their hands around their thick necks, and pulled with all their might, and before they could react to what was happening, several Chapis guards were caught off guard and strangled to death by these slaves.

The rioters quickly seized the weapons in the hands of the guards, and according to the plan agreed in advance, the other six people except Promi ran into the transport ship, put a gun to the driver's head and ordered him to leave the ship immediately.

The driver looked up and saw the rioting slaves with their weapons in their hands, their guns pointed at him, their eyes spewing with raging anger, and they gritted their teeth as if they were about to tear him apart, so he had to bow his head and submit.

After watching his companions leave in the spaceship, Promi, who remained at the scene, first dragged the corpses of the four Chapis guards to a hidden corner, and then carefully rolled the can of antimatter fuel they had thrown down earlier to the door of the central warehouse, and then sat on the ground, holding the fuel tank in his left hand and a captured laser rifle in his right hand, silently counting down the time in his mind.

Promi's heart was pounding, waiting for the minutes to pass, hoping that time would pass faster and faster, and that his companions would go a little farther and farther.

After an unknown amount of time, a rattle of footsteps peculiar to the brakes came from a distance and quickly approached the door of the warehouse, Promi took a deep breath, said goodbye to this once pure and beautiful world, but now it had become strange and ugly, and then without hesitation, he aimed the laser rifle at the port of the fuel tank and pulled the trigger.

The antimatter fuel canister shattered, and the surrounding objects, including Promi himself, immediately shook like liquid, curled up violently like a piece of tin foil thrown into flames, and then sucked into a huge invisible black hole, and disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed in this world.

The shockwave of the explosion caused the seemingly solid three-story stone door of the central warehouse to be easily destroyed, and the antimatter fuel tanks stored inside were also shattered, and the larger antimatter fuel tilted out, annihilating all the surrounding matter composed of electrons, quarks, and gluons, releasing enough energy to destroy the entire planet...... The unexpected explosion in the depths of the center of the planet turned a vacuum into a radius of nearly 3,000 kilometers inside the planet, and the entire planet contracted like a decaying orange in a time-lapse photograph, and then exploded, crumbling in its orbit around the sun, shattering into countless tiny cosmic dust.

Schefman, a former laborer who led his children to hunt and enjoy a good life in the wilderness, the former emperor of the Dzolkin Confederation who once commanded a thousand armies but now served hard labor on the construction site, the former chief priest of the Zolkin Confederation who once made a generous speech at the global mobilization meeting and now lives in a living food storehouse, and the scientific researchers of the Chapis who made this terrible fuel, along with thousands of lives on this planet, were wiped out with this terrible explosion. Turned into flakes of smoke in the universe.

Four light-years away, the three stars of the Alpha Centauri system, which lost a planet, still orbit each other in a disorderly and irregular manner; The giant star, which occupies 99% of the total mass of the solar system, is still steadily and violently engaged in thermonuclear fusion, constantly throwing heat and light into this indifferent world; Looking up from the surface of Earth, another planet near the vanished planet, the blue sky has faded its bright colors, like a giant hand shedding countless dark yellow dust, but the sun rises and sets still the same.

In the vast universe, the destruction of a star may be as simple and ordinary as crushing a ball of mud with the hand of God, but if it were a planet where one's own race has lived for generations, the feeling would definitely be very different.

At this moment, the six Drowjin slaves who escaped from the spaceship all felt the impact of that wave of air, their relatives, friends, the past, all the marks of survival in this earthly world, all disappeared with that explosion, and fell without a trace, but they had no time to taste whether the pain or desolation in the depths of their hearts was unbearable, and they couldn't bear to watch the terrifying scene below, their road ahead was still like the starry sky in the depths of the universe, a dark unknown.

The six survivors estimated the distance in their minds, and then ordered the Shabis pilot to steer the ship in the direction of Earth.

"Then, after a long journey of about seven days and nights through Earth time, our six fugitive ancestors finally arrived and successfully landed on Earth before the ship's fuel ran out." The narrator's tone was low and steady, but Neil was already stunned by the story.

This is exactly the plot of science fiction, and I didn't expect it to happen. He couldn't imagine that these tall humanoid creatures in front of him had experienced such a tragic past, and he couldn't believe that it was those fleeing Dzolkins who continued the lifeblood of the entire race.

Looking at the Schimer in front of him, Neil had mixed feelings in his heart, he was originally a strange and panicked alien explorer, but at this moment, for some reason, he felt so close to these English-speaking aliens.

Neil thought silently, according to Schimer's telling, those stories must have happened in a very distant past, the Chabis starship is obviously the current moon, and since mankind has a common memory, the moon has been a satellite of the earth.

Neil couldn't help but wonder what kind of stories happened after that. Schimer stared at Neil with blazing eyes, and a smile appeared on his well-defined face: "Neil, I've told you so much, I know you still have a lot of confusion in your heart. You want to know what happened next to my ancestors, and I want to be able to tell you very clearly about those stories. Well, you must be very tired from your long flight here, why don't you take a good rest before I tell you about the rest of the story? With Schimer's words, Neil realized that his nerves had indeed been tense for a long time, so it was better to put aside the confusion in his head for a while and get a good night's sleep.

But there is one thing Neil has always been relieved of, and it is difficult to feel at ease without asking.

"High Priest," said Neil,

"Thank you for taking care of you. However, we had two astronauts on the same ship, and a colleague of mine, I wonder if you have seen it? Neil's reply stunned: "Your ship, shortly after you landed, started to leave and return to Earth." Schimmer smiled and waved for the two uniformed non-commissioned officers to escort Neil out of the room.

As he said goodbye to the short, worried-faced human, he softly comforted, "Neil, don't worry. You are a good, earthly child, and in a sense, I am also a child of the earth, and our emotions are connected. We see you like we see friends who have been reunited for a long time. I hope you can dispel any doubts about us, and I hope you don't feel sorry for the departure of your companions, and we will do our best to get you back to Earth. I hope that your trip to the moon will be a great success, not only for you, but also for us. ”