"On behalf of the Board of Directors of the Four Seasons Company, I would like to extend my greetings to the 20,000 guests on board, and we will bring you and your families a magnificent visual feast and a fireworks display like no other in the world --- the standard schedule tonight, when our Aegean seaside area and Toth Snow Mountain Scenic Area will open its doors to you......"

On the top roof of the Ramses cruise ship, Arthur the Barekas stood in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, swinging his limbs violently to the music of the humans, slowly removing the upper half of his clothes one by one, revealing large patches of chest hair and intertwined muscles, an action that caused the human women on the dance floor and in the pool to scream wildly.

"It's about swinging...... yes yes yes. The wolf-headed man snatched a microphone and learned the tune of the original singer, and it seemed that he had not heard this kind of deplorable voice that he had tried so hard to express his 'hatred' of.

Beside him, the multi-armed man wrench was also crooked, and he tried to balance with his hands in the middle arm, but because he drank too much wine, the strongest arm could not exert half of his strength, and could only make up for it with his upper limbs, and he reached out into a supine position, and he just wanted to stand up, and the wolf-headed man's ass was already sitting on him.

"When the heart and liver tremble, swaying...... It's about swinging...... The man of Yayeye" Barekas had used his furry teammate as a seat, and he sang as he crushed the wrench with his ass, and the strength of the multi-armed man at this time could not withstand the weight of his whole body.

"I'll take care of these two drunks." Lilac frowned, she couldn't bear the wolf-headed man's nonsense.

After it left, Cornell, who had been silent. Clark poured himself a new glass of wine, which he drank in one gulp, trying to digest the situation that Lilac had just described to him, with the stimulus of the alcohol.

"In addition to the titles of celebrity, incompetent father, loser and gambler, I was actually a scholar whose only hobby was to discover the truth." He whispered to Add.

"Maybe there really is a major crisis in the world." At this point, Cornell reverted to the cynicism that had always spread across his face. "Actually, we're sitting on top of one of them." He laughed.

"Of course I don't mean this cruise ship." Cornell noticed Eddie's questioning look. "Although it has the name of an ancient tyrant, it is actually a lovely child, and as the only space toy that was not made for the owner of this ugly beast, it is obvious that we and it are in the belly of this beast."

"Mr. Clark, I'm not sure what you mean." Add asked politely.

"The Vascular Sea, I mean, of course, the Vascular Sea." His tongue twitched slightly, and the middle-aged Clark's eyes gradually became drunk. "The dusty past, the shadows of the past, a large scar that humanity cannot unbreak." He spread his hands and grimaced. "You see, his location is at the edge of the Martial Emperor Galaxy, which is the heart of the Silver Alliance."

Cornell turned on the holographic watch on his wrist and squinted for a long time before he called up the correct star map.

"In a huge airspace with a diameter of almost a light year, countless antimatter bombs were planted, some as small as dust, others larger than the cruise ship itself." He pointed to the Ramses at his feet and extended the star map on his watch to the limit of what could be projected.

"This is the end, it's the forbidden land, it's the nightmare of sailing, because even the most powerful Silver Alliance ships will be defeated in the outermost temptations and destroyed."

He made an exaggerated expression, his hands folded and spread outward.

"The antimatter bomb explodes on the principle of collapse, then the characteristic of the formation is that it shrinks inward, and your gesture is not reasonable." Eddie reminded.

Connell's gesture immediately turned, and he sipped his lips into a whistle and inhaled heavily.

"Or maybe they're just using the massive antimatter energy to cause kinetic damage, then your gesture isn't obvious enough." The Kander described it very seriously.

Cornell had no choice but to stretch his hand from the inside to the outside again, as far as his reach could reach, while simulating a popping sound in his mouth.

Add just wanted to remind him that sound waves could not be transmitted in a vacuum, so whether it was collapsing or spreading, there should be no movement in theory, but after thinking about it, he finally kept his mouth shut.

"Look at the whole picture of this sea of death, it's almost a perfect sphere, it's amazing, it's breathtaking." Cornell pointed to the full view of the Android Sea in the hologram. "But what's inside?" He looked at Eddie with a flushed face, who didn't quite grasp what he meant for a moment.

“…… More ...... Bomb? Eddie looked at Cornell strangely, unaware of the intent in his words, but his answer made Cornell . Clark shook his finger.

"No matter from the point of view of procedure or human nature, cyber people will not go to great lengths to make a sea of bombs, just so that future generations can put a few touching exclamation marks in their diaries after reading it."

Cornell stared at the hologram, his face heavy. "For hundreds of years, while labeling everything, the Anavascular Sea has been interpreted as a psychopath's thought trajectory by the idiots of the Qilian Twin Academy. You see, in order to destroy all the life in the Martial Emperor System, the machine that can't afford to lose builds a bunch of bombs to spare before it is defeated, and then uses the launchers on a dozen or so satellites around Erinios to shoot them at Proviston in large numbers. ”

"But your history does record that there are unfinished cyber orientation projects on many of the moons of Erinios......"

"It doesn't make sense, you see, does it look like it's unfinished?" Cornell's fingers tapped on the near-perfect outline of the holographic screen.

"What are you saying it's protecting?" Add finally understood.

"Or something imprisoned, that's what I want to say." Cornell poured wine and overflowed his glass, and had to suck on the rim of the glass.

"What do you think is inside?" Eddie asked.

"The gates of heaven or the entrance to hell, or the retirement apartments of cybermen." He suddenly coughed violently. "Until the truth is revealed, everything is conjecture."

"It's undoubtedly torture." Cornell. Clark cried with a sad face. "For a gambler."

"We're used to seeing the results straight after we have pressed the chips." He shook his head helplessly. "And the Anavascular Sea never seems to be able to wait for that day to come."