In the small park very close to Han Lang's house, the three of them were eating meat buns and drinking hot chocolate together, just like when they first met two years ago.

It's just that no raider dares to approach the earth anymore, the strong rise of the federal air force has brought the earth the quiet and peace that the earth longs for for many years, and the earth air force, which has one Wyvern-class and three Stygian-class aircraft carriers, can completely rank among the top three hundred in the strength of the alliance fleet.

Han Lang ate meat buns, looking at the people exercising in the small park, when he was a child, Han Lang remembered that the old people who exercised in this park were worried, worried about the future of the earth, worried about the work of their children and grandchildren.

And now, the haze that has plagued the earth has lifted, and the sun is beginning to shine on their faces, and the discussion is no longer about the children not being able to find a job, but about whether to join the Federal Air Force or the Federal Engineering Corps.

"The sculpture holding a bronze bull seems to be Pang Zuolin." Han Lang pointed to the stone statue in the center of the turntable road in the distance and said.

"It's him, if you didn't allow it, the city would have been full of your sculptures a long time ago, we all grew up listening to Clark's stories when we were children, and now children are listening to the stories of the hard-headed Han Lang, my little nephew knows that I am classmates with you, and has been clamoring to see you." Li Qi said with a smile.

The dead fat man Chen Zhong also laughed, saying that Han Lang is now a hero on the earth, but as soon as the conversation changed, Chen Zhong asked curiously: "Brother, is there something wrong?" You've always been busy and can't even go home, how can you suddenly have time? ”

Han Lang smiled bitterly: "Because I found that my busyness is actually in vain, the Galactic Alliance has its own system, and a little person like me can't play any role, so I came back, as an earthling." It is the most important thing to take care of one's fellow man, and as for those beyond the earth, it is God's job to save them, not mine. ”

Everyone could hear the sadness in Han Lang's words, but he refused to say, so Li Qi and Chen Zhong did not continue to ask. They all knew very well that Han Lang's smile on the surface was actually pretended, and all the pressure was hidden in his heart by him.

"Would you like to come and sit at my house?" Han Lang invited Li Qi and Chen Chongdao.

Chen Zhong laughed heartlessly, Han Lang asked him why he was laughing, but Chen Zhong refused to say.

Leaving this small park, and then turning a street corner, is the community where Han Lang used to live.

There was a queue outside the community, and the sign of the community was covered by a larger copper sign that read. A few words of Han Lang's former residence.

Han Lang frowned angrily and funnily and said, "What is the former residence?" First, I haven't passed away, and second, it's still my only house on Earth, and I haven't moved yet. ”

Li Qi said: "I can't blame anyone, I heard that you used to live here, and many people came to visit every day, and the chickens and dogs in the neighborhood jumped, and the government had no choice but to manage the order of the community, and it took a long time." It's really an attraction. ”

Han Lang had to accept the fact that his home had become a tourist attraction and stayed in the hotel for the night. After meeting his classmates and friends, he left Shanghai at noon the next day and went to the Nazca base.

This wasteland is still the same, but there are many more large buildings, and as the Earth's army expands, more and more soldiers will come here. It gradually developed into a predominantly military city.

Han Lang met a lot of people who needed to be seen here, the Big Three, Clark, Lao Mo, and so on.

But Han Lang didn't tell anyone about his worries. is still talking and laughing, and now the output of the flagship production line has reached the rate of producing one Immortal Axe-class every two months, which makes Han Lang very excited.

After the first two days of frequent meetings, Han Lang locked himself up, he rarely saw guests, and he did not participate in the military or political meetings of the Federation, focusing on his own cultivation and research.

Han Lang received the news that the asylum was about to come to Earth from the Three Idiots, and Han Lang was a little excited to meet this galaxy legend.

But Han Lang also knew that there was no way for the Protector to influence the attitude of the Galactic Alliance, otherwise he would not have been expelled many years ago for putting forward the shocking theory of the collapse of the galaxy.

About a week after Han Lang returned to Earth, the Protector arrived as scheduled, escorted by a small fleet, with a group of his students, and many other guards that Han Lang knew at a glance that they were top masters.

On an uninhabited island in the tropics, Han Lang meets the Protector.

This is a blind old man, who has no eyes, but still has excellent insight into his surroundings, and when he stepped off the spaceship to this white sand beach, he didn't need to be helped.

A row of deck chairs and parasols, freshly squeezed juice and ice cubes, that's how Han Lang entertains the asylum.

Half-lying on the chair, the asylum smiled and said, "Your hometown is a very beautiful place, looking at your state, it seems to be on vacation?" ”

Han Lang said: "Let's just say that, after being busy, I suddenly became idle, and I am slowly adapting to this rhythm of life, but your old man is not like a vacation, bringing so many people, and they all look worried." ”

"Don't blame them, I've figured it out, they haven't." ”

"What did you figure out?" Han Lang asked curiously.

The asylum sold a pass and said, "You first say, what do you think of the alliance." ”

Han Lang let out a sigh of relief, looked at the coastline in the distance, and said in a low voice: "Terminally ill and hopeless." ”

The asylum clapped his hands lightly, "Yes, this is also something I figured out, it is not appropriate to use surgery to save a terminally ill patient, and he should be given a plan of euthanasia." ”

"As you may know, my people and I have been working hard to save this alliance, and we have done a lot of work for this, but now, I suddenly find that the alliance is hopeless, which makes me feel much easier, no matter what, it is impossible to save a patient who is bound to die."

Han Lang pursed his lips, "Your old man didn't come all the way to Earth to tell me about this, right?" ”

"Of course not." The Shelterer said, "I'm here to invite you to join my Butterfly Project. ”

Han Lang said lightly: "Listen to me." ”

The asylum said, "I have people look into your experience and find out why you are where you are today. It's because you have a persistent belief in your heart that wants to protect your hometown and save your compatriots. ”

"But now, I think you're a little disheartened, right? After you finally understand the decay of the Alliance. ”

Han Lang said: "I am indeed a little disappointed, human beings are not the most powerful species in the universe, facing the unknown universe. We can only survive if we keep moving forward and fighting, and coveting comfort will only kill us. ”

The Protector nodded, "I agree with you very much, only the most cautious and persistent people are qualified to live in this universe, so I came this time to provide you with a choice." ”

"Your obsession lies in. Protecting your hometown and saving your compatriots, obviously, with the return of prehistoric civilization, you can't do both at the same time, if you join my butterfly project, you won't be able to protect your hometown, but you can save your compatriots and make 15 billion people on earth. Survive this catastrophe. ”

Han Lang was slightly stunned and frowned. Listen carefully.

"The world thinks that I used a vector model to calculate the end of the galaxy, but that's wrong, I'm not a prophet, just a mathematician, and a friend of mine told me about it. I didn't believe it, so I created a vector model algorithm to calculate the predictions he told me. ”

"As you guessed, I calculated exactly the same outcome as he predicted, so I established a shelter in the Forgotten Realm. Become a shelterer in people's mouths. ”

"That friend of mine also gave me a location marker, and he said that it was a very hidden ultra-long-distance natural wormhole, through which you could reach a distant but safe star field."

Han Lang was stunned and surprised: "The butterfly plan is to leave the galaxy and live in another star field?" ”

The Patron said noncommittally: "You are not wrong to say this, but that is only part of the plan, in the absence of other options, we can only choose to preserve the bloodline of the human race, and only if the human race continues in the vast universe, there will be hope." ”

Han Lang asked in a deep voice, "How far is the star field you said from the Milky Way?" ”

"Fifteen million light-years."

Call~

Han Lang let out a sigh of relief, the diameter of the entire galaxy is only 120,000 light years, and to live 15 million light years away, that is really far enough, if there is no natural wormhole, even the fastest spaceship will need a long voyage of fifty-seven years to arrive.

I'm afraid that even the most famous exploration family in the galaxy, Maple Forest Ancient Leaves, has never been to such a distant place.

"How many people will be willing to immigrate to a new star field?" Han Lang asked again.

"Not too much." The Protector smiled wryly, "Without the support of the Alliance, we are not only violating the law by publicizing the news of the imminent demise of the galaxy, but will also be regarded as crazy by the vast majority of people, after all, humanity has been at ease in the galaxy for too long. ”

"My compatriots are still desperately learning new technologies, new technologies, and preparing to do a great job to improve the level of civilization on the earth." Han Lang said self-deprecatingly.

"Participating in the Butterfly Project can also improve the civilization level of the earth, and you also know that there are many masters with top skills in the Forgotten Realm." The Protector said.

Han Lang smiled: "Those people"

Han Lang wanted to say that there are no good people in the Forgotten Realm, but he suddenly thought about it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Good?

What does it mean to be a good person?

The three idiots can't be considered good people, but they are all masters with real top-level skills, and Han Lang can survive to this day because he has taken an evil path and learned a lot of skills that are banned by the alliance.

From Han Lang's point of view, this evil path is the right one!

Although he was despised by the alliance, what has supported Han Lang to survive to this day is drugs, combination beasts, robot technology, and forbidden arts!

If you participate in the Butterfly Project, isn't it equivalent to pushing all the people on the earth into the same evil path as yourself?

Jumping out of the shackles of the alliance and going directly to learn from the most notorious guys in the alliance is not a way out for the weak earth, if you want to survive in the dark jungle of the universe, it is not enough to abide by the law, you have to be ruthless enough!

"Don't rush to answer me, after all, this is an important decision that concerns 15 billion people on the planet." Although the asylum was blind, he could hear Han Lang's heart beating faster, and said in a low voice: "This is a huge plan, for this, I still have to make many preparations, now I have to go, if you have a decision, contact me again." ”

"Still, I have to remind you that time is running out for us." (To be continued.) )