The spectral redshift of the star returns to normal.

The blood-red tide gradually stopped, like a foamy wave crashing on the shore, dissipating and receding without leaving a trace.

Countless interstellar ships have been moored between 500 and 600 light-years from Earth, surrounded by a sphere.

In the silent universe, these strangely shaped ships are just levitating, their bows facing the direction of the earth, as if waiting for something.

Although the light emitted by the starships was faint (relative to the stars), in Leon's faster-than-light horizon, the sand gathered into a tower, illuminating the entire starry sky as bright as day.

"Sir, are we sure we're going to do this?"

On a certain golden shuttle-shaped ship, a middle-aged fat man with an unattractive appearance, wearing a blue military uniform, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked a cold-faced middle-aged woman on the bridge of the command ship.

This middle-aged fat man is Roman Day, the centurion of the Nova Legion, and the blonde woman he calls the chief is naturally the Prime Minister of the Nova Legion, Irani Rael.

The home planet of the Nova Legion is the planet Xander, a civilization with advanced technology and culture, and also enjoys the title of "cosmic police" throughout the galaxy - this civilization has always taken maintaining peace as its own responsibility, often interfering in the struggle between middle and low civilizations, punishing evil and promoting good, and supporting justice.

It stands to reason that the Nova Legion, which has always been the image of the "Messenger of Justice", should not be related to the murderous action of the "Demon Slaying Order".

But before that, the Sandal Nova Legion had just ended a long war with the Kree Empire, and although the Nova Legion was powerful, it was far from being the opponent of an established civilization like the Kree Empire.

Hundreds of years of high-intensity warfare and resource blockade have almost drained the last drop of blood for the Nova Legion, and they are no longer able to stick to their principles, so they can only sign an unfair peace treaty with the Kree Empire.

In a way, the vast majority of aliens are indeed much more simple and naïve than the cunning and evil earthlings.

Both the ruling class of Sandal and the Kree Empire regarded the peace treaty in black and white as an absolute guarantee of sanctity, and the spirit of the contract was called a rigorous, and they did not even produce the idea that "this is not peace, this is a 20-year truce".

For these advanced civilizations of the galaxy, a treaty is a treaty, and once signed, it cannot be violated, and since the treaty with the Kree Empire has been signed, it is necessary to make some sacrifices in terms of adhering to principles.

"Demon Slayer Order.... It is a resolution of the Supreme Councils of the Three Empires. ”

The female prime minister of the Nova Legion stood on the command bridge, looked at the dense coalition fleet in the three-dimensional projection, and said with difficulty: "The Sandar civilization can no longer withstand more sacrifices. Don't forget, the current leader of the Kree Empire's Supreme Accusation Team is Ronan the accuser.

He had always hated the Sandar civilization and was very dissatisfied with the last peace agreement.

If we refuse to carry out the demon slaying order, then it is very likely that he will directly tear up the peace agreement and take the combined fleet of these middle and high-level civilizations to destroy us on the spot on the grounds of 'secret communication with the earth'! ”

Suddenly, there was silence in the huge Nova Legion flagship bridge, and all the Nova Legion soldiers fell silent.

They are not afraid of sacrifice, they are afraid that after their own death, there will be no one to protect their homeland, their home planet.

"Sometimes, for the sake of racial continuity, we need to make some compromises and make some sacrifices,"

The female prime minister of the Nova Legion glanced around, lowered her voice and said, "The human beings on Earth have gone into the realm of quantum robots without authorization, which is a taboo act that ignores the convention of the civilizations of the galaxy.

What's more, we don't need to directly wipe out those earth humans, it's enough for us to just play a sideline game in the marginal area, and more things, naturally the three major empires will come forward to solve them. ”

The voice of the female prime minister was transmitted through the radio system inside the ship, but no one dared to squeak.

Everyone knows that the words of the female prime minister are not just to convince the crew of the ship, but also to try to convince herself.

Does helping the killer wipe the blade of the knife have nothing to do with the murder? Can you be at ease by being silent at the scene of the murder?

"Let's get started." The female prime minister made some kind of decision.

A complicated look flashed across the faces of the Sandar soldiers, but they didn't say anything more, just paused for a moment and resumed their work.

This flagship, with this silent attitude, started the conventional engine.

The Demon Slaying Order, issued by the Three Imperial High Councils, aims to eradicate all traces of the existence of quantum robots.

In order to achieve this, it is necessary to destroy all matter within the boundaries of a given sector.

The current location of the flagship of the Xander Nova Legion is on the outskirts of a star system in Orion's spiral arm.

The galaxy has a young, vibrant star and four solid planets, and a disk-shaped cloud of dust slowly moving around the outer reaches of the galaxy.

This star system is younger than the solar system, it is the cradle of planets, and in billions of years, one or more entirely new planets will be born in that misty cloud of dust.

It's an epic spectacle that no mortal race can afford to spend such a long time watching the formation and decline of celestial bodies. But the selfishness of individual life allows them to ruthlessly and cruelly invade this process and rewrite the natural movement of the celestial bodies with their own will.

The flagship of Xandal broke through the cloud of dust on the outer edge of the star system and headed straight for the four planets in the star system. The difference in size between the two sides is too great, and in front of the planet, Xander's flagship is like Don Quixote riding a foal and holding a slender sword towards a windmill.

But, when countless lasers were fired from the guns of the Sandal flagship, everything was different.

Tens of thousands of fiery rays, like the finest combs, plough across the surface of solid planets, melting rocks, vaporizing and cracking matter.

Soon, the solid planet was "scratched" beyond its face, and it was even possible to see through the magma to see the depths clearly.

"The probe instrument was activated, and no trace of quantum machinery was found."

The spirit of the flagship ship of Sandar made an icy prompt sound, and the female prime minister waved her palm, "Activate the gravitational bomb." ”

Bang.

A torpedo-shaped object popped out at the bottom of the flagship, shooting towards the planet.

The torpedo passed through the steam-filled planet's surface, burrowed into the laser-cut rift, and exploded.

A huge gravitational force exploded in an instant, ingesting the surrounding matter into it, turning it into extremely small pitch-black ink spots.

The singularity ingests matter faster and faster, and in just a few minutes, a quarter of the planet's material is gone.

There is a company called "Apple" on Earth, and the icon of their company is an apple that has been bitten - this is the state of the planet at the moment.

The sudden loss of a quarter of its mass caused the planet to begin to disintegrate on its own, with all matter slowly shrinking closer to the center.

But, that's not enough.

"Keep firing."

The voice of the female prime minister was cold, and soon, several more gravitational bombs were dropped.

One bite, one bite, another bite.

The planet was torn apart, leaving only four tiny, tiny singularities, suspended in space.

Constrained by the laws of gravity, the singularities try to get closer to each other and become black holes. However, the light cannon fired from the Sander's flagship hit the singularity prematurely, causing it to detonate and turn into pure light and heat.

Even quantum intelligence machines have to rely on material carriers, and in the face of gravitational bombs, no matter can survive - the essence of the demon slaying order is to destroy all matter in the star area, and not give quantum intelligence any possibility of survival.

Before the singularity explosion wave came, the Xandal flagship had already turned on its shields, but the Xandal soldiers, who had just completed the feat of destroying the planet, were not very happy, but were carried by the ship and sailed to the next planet.

As far as the eye can see, all coalition ships are doing the same thing, finding planets, destroying planets, splitting matter, and strangling the possibility of quantum intelligence survival.

If sound can be transmitted in a vacuum, then the sound of tens of thousands of ships gnawing at the same time will definitely rise and fall, and it will be incomparably magnificent.

It's a huge project, and it may last for ten, hundred, or even millennia, until there is not a single grain of superfluous matter left in the zone, and only the sacrosanct stars are still burning in solitude.

The flagship of Xandal quickly swept away the three planets in the star system, and came to the innermost planet of the star system.

"Let's get started."

The female prime minister in command of the bridge was expressionless, repeating the words that had been said three times and was expected to be repeated three hundred times.

"Wait!" A certain navigator on the bridge suddenly raised his hand, and the Xandar soldier, who didn't even have a name, was shrouded in the confused eyes of his comrades, and said with some hesitation: "Sir, the probe has shown that there is a liquid ocean beneath the frozen surface of this planet, and there are also carbon-based vertebrates. ”

"What?"

The female prime minister's brow suddenly tensed, she walked off the bridge quickly, turned on the monitoring equipment, and through the projection, saw the ocean beneath the surface of the planet.

In the warm blue depths of the sea, supple vines and plants grow freely, and beautiful creatures with crystal clear bodies that resemble mermaids pass through it, skillfully harvesting fruits from the vines.

In the distance, on the spacious and flat seabed, countless vines and plants form a conical tower, and the towers are scattered with tree hole houses, and countless mermaids live in them, living, working, resting, quiet and peaceful, like Eden.

"Civilized ....."

The fat face of Roman Day, the centurion of the Nova Legion, glowed with a strange look, he stared at the beautiful picture in the projection, looked at the smart and active expressions on the faces of those mermaids, and listened to the strange language reproduced by the monitoring equipment, two lines of tears unconsciously slipped down his cheeks.

Roman Day's palms clenched suddenly, he took a deep breath and looked at the female prime minister on the bridge, "Sir, according to the constitution of Xandal, we have a responsibility to protect the low-level civilizations..."

“..... Let's go. ”

The female prime minister seemed to have suddenly aged hundreds of years, her face tensed, she didn't look at the centurion, and said to the gunners on the bridge: "Turn on the light shooting, and then drop the gravitational bomb." ”

...

The audience was silent, and the Sandar soldiers licked their chapped lips, vaguely smelling the sweet smell of blood remaining between their lips and teeth.

"I said it, let's go."

The female prime minister lowered her eyes and repeated, without a trace of warmth in her words, "Under the demon slaying order, no material can survive, let alone a small creature, let alone a small civilization."

It's not something we can change.

The faster we are, the less they will suffer. ”

The mermaids in the projection are unconscious, still swimming and working in the park.

These merfolk may have evolved from the lowest single-celled organisms, and it took a lot of trouble to build a civilization, they had no quarrel with the world, but they lived in the Atami Sea under a thick layer of ice, and they were never known...

Rumble!

Dense pillars of light fell from the sky, tearing through thick layers of ice like combs.

Filled with extremely hot light, the entire sea of Atami boiled in a very short time! The planet turned into a cauldron of boiling noise.

All living things, including billions of mermaids, died in agony in boiling water, and the organic matter that was analyzed turned the ocean into a dark green soup.

"The probe instrument was activated, and no trace of quantum machinery was found."

The cold electronic sound seemed to mock the cowardice and bravery of the Sandar people silently.

There was still a dead silence in the flagship, and the butchers with bloody hands were as white as earth.

The gravitational bomb was dropped in silence, swallowing the soup planet one bite at a time.

If that singularity, which is as small as an inkbloc, had a sense of taste, then the thick soup cooked with billions of living organic matter must have been delicious....

The image of Xander's flagship is not an isolated one, as far as Leon can see, tens of thousands of alien ships are doing the same thing.

Within five hundred light years, nothing can escape.

In the same way, within 500 light-years, no quantum intelligence machine can escape.

And in the process, how many planets have they destroyed, and how many planets have they destroyed that could have given birth to life, that have given birth to life, that have given birth to civilization?

No one can answer this question.

"This is the barrier of the Demon Slaying Order."

Hela, who was huddled in a ball, laughed silently, and Leon glanced at her lightly, the shadow of the candle dragon suspended silently behind her, and the simple and wild dragon claw flicked lightly, bringing Hela into its claws.

Like a certain unnamed king of the dark elves, Malekith, Hela, the goddess of death who replaced Thor as the first in line to the throne of Asgard, is also imprisoned in a cramped glass marble, subjected to the endless torture of darkness and loneliness.

Leon put away the marbles, he looked at the silent slaughter five hundred light-years away, and said to Thor beside him, "I'm angry. ”

Thor didn't say anything, he didn't have faster-than-light vision, he couldn't see everything that was happening far and wide, and he couldn't even understand the conversation between Leon and Hela just now.

"I'm angry," Leon hung his head, "and the consequences are serious. ”