"Mobilize the Seventh Fleet, replenish the Seventh Theater of the Central Defense Line, and let all those civilizations that join the battlefield go to the First to Third Theater!"

"The industrial sector dedicates five percent of its capacity to the manufacture of super-massive antimatter bombs and antimatter diffusers!"

“.”

The Starlight Federation's central command is extremely busy, with trillions of military-related personnel deployed, and even for a seventh-level civilization that has reached the level of thought, it needs a central office space.

It also requires the assistance of a central photobrain.

The sixth-level civilization has had a crisis of intelligence, and the seventh-level civilization will basically restrict the freedom of intelligence.

Of course, it is impossible to ban it, advanced civilizations are not stupid, if there is a lack of intelligent data technology, it will be extremely difficult for most scientific and technological civilizations to go further.

Naya stood in front of the huge three-dimensional virtual star map, looking at the darkness in all directions of the territory, her expression was steady, but her heart was extremely sad.

The darkness behind the Federation is an empty starry sky with a range of billions of light-years, and even a seventh-level civilization can surpass the speed of light with space technology without relying on the Heavenly Realm.

Billions of light-years also take a hundred years, although a hundred years is an extremely short time for a high-level civilized citizen.

However, the number of citizens that can be taken away is not much, not to mention the faster-than-light travel driven by space technology, which will definitely make citizens be disturbed by the environment of the macroscopic realm.

It's okay for the powerful people of the Federation and the few who enter the quarantine chamber, and the other citizens will basically be alienated into twisters!

Even if the citizens of a high-level civilization are basically humanoid weapons in a low-level civilization and have a long lifespan, they are all the same for the macrocosmic heavenly realm.

It's all ordinary and mundane.

Therefore, there is only one path in front of the Federation, either to travel through the universe at 99.9% of the speed of light for billions of years, hoping to be discovered and brought back by other civilizations.

Either create a very small fleet of tinder fleets that are enough to cut off the interference of the macroscopic heaven realm environment, and only send away a very small number of genetic citizens from all walks of life.

Apparently, the Confederation chose the latter.

Billions of years is too long for a seventh-level civilization, and the chance of survival is less than one in a million.

And the latter can at least ensure the continuation of the Federation, as for whether it will eventually become a vassal of a certain civilization or be wiped out halfway, that is not something to be considered now.

Naya raised her eyes, and the darkness in front of the star map was different from the empty starry sky.

It was a thick black spot like graffiti, as if it had swallowed up a large piece of the star map.

And this strange black spot is still expanding and spreading.

"Dark Mist!" Naya gritted her teeth.

Decades ago, the sudden appearance of the dark fog did not pay attention, it only suddenly appeared in the territory of the Starlight Federation, that is, the center of the star cluster.

And not even a planet or even the mountains above it can be swallowed.

No one could have imagined that in just a few hours, it would swell enough to swallow up several galaxies.

The scientists of the Federation and several other seventh-level civilizations have been studying for a long time, but they have not found any restrictions or ways to break them.

No weapon can destroy it, and only antimatter can slightly block its devouring speed.

It's about five thousandths faster than it can be devoured, and it only lasts a few hours.

Shanbo looked at Naya's back and sighed helplessly.

As the head of the Federation, Naya's children and husband were also devoured by the darkness, but Naya could not carry anything.

I don't even have many opportunities to vent my emotions and thoughts, so I can only keep busy every day.

If it weren't for the strong physical fitness of high-level civilized human beings, who would have been fine without rest for several years, I'm afraid Naya would have died of overwork.

Thundered!

Suddenly, an extremely violent explosion suddenly sounded from the screen in the center of the command hall.

I saw that in a vast area, a black light wave that was comparable to a pitch-black fog but more pure suddenly spread, covering an area of dozens of light years!

Forcefully resisted the pace of the surrounding dark mist, but only for a moment, the black mist advanced again, only slightly slower in speed.

It was once the Tinder Guardian fleet of a Tier 7 civilization that had turned all the remaining resources into a massive number of antimatter bombs.

Trying to resist the erosion of the black fog, it is obviously useless.

"How's the tinder of the Tula civilization?" Naya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly asked.

Shanbo immediately responded: "It's settled." ”

Naya nodded and said no more, just quietly watching the approaching dark mist.

Time passes quickly.

Because the fleet contaminated with the pitch-black thing took the initiative to attack, it seemed that even the boundless pitch-black thing behind it spread faster and faster.

In just a few days, the pitch-black fog had already crossed hundreds of thousands of light-years and was about to reach the realm of the Starlight Federation.

At this time, Naya couldn't help but think of the meaning that the will of civilization hazy conveyed to her some time ago, and he sent a distress signal to the macrocosmic heavenly realm.

Can. Does the Macrocosmic Heavenly Realm really care about the Starlight Federation of a mere seventh-level civilization?

[Alert! Alert! Detected enemy presence at the border]

[According to the first-level combat readiness status, the commander of the defensive line theater can decide on his own combat orders]

At the first time, the most central and largest range of the first ~ third theater launched an attack.

As a designed area to meet the enemy, the three theaters will be the most heavily attacked!

Without intelligence, the Dark Army will only blindly attack everything in front of them, and at least sixty percent of the Dark Army will attack the three major regions.

Violent spears of light and torrents of energy swept across the starry sky at great speed, bombarding the surface of the battleships of the Dark Legion.

Although the jet-black ship with only the silhouette of a battleship is endowed with extremely strong defense, it is not an absolute defense, and as long as the attack power and density are high enough, it can still be defeated.

Therefore, in a single attack, at least tens of thousands of pitch-black ships were reduced to pieces, but the counterattack of the jet-black ships turned at least three times their own Starlight Battleship into a ball of fire!

The silent ripples from the explosion scattered, and cosmic overclocking sounds, which only genetically optimized people could hear, echoed around.

It was the waves of high-dimensional energy, it was the wailing of planets and warships.

The battle between the two sides only turned into a white heat in an instant, and the fierce light spears and energy storms rose and spread.

"Behind us are both home and relatives, we have no way to retreat!"

The commander of the first theater roared, controlling the huge fortress under his seat to roll forward, carrying antimatter cannons that should not have appeared in advanced civilization wars.

The fierce battle lasted only three hours, and the grand cosmic war with high battle loss ratios and asymmetrical scale of friend and foe came to an end.

The first theater of operations, which most broke into the battlefield, was the first to be defeated.

There are no miracles, no soft-heartedness and nonsense of the enemy.

Tens of millions of warships and hundreds of billions of Union citizens perished.

At the last moment, the commander of the first theater of operations straightened his military uniform and sat peacefully in the command chair and watched the gradually eroded fortress.

Facing the endless darkness, the eyes are full of calm.

Backbite!

A violent wave of antimatter light swept away from the center of the core fortress.

The terrifying antimatter tide covered nearly half of the First War Zone.

For the first time, the pitch-black fog clearly stopped its progress.

A screen beside Naya suddenly sparkled, and a line of blood-red words immediately appeared.

The icy mechanical sound echoed in the command hall at the same time.

[Fall of the First War Zone]

[Calculation of battle losses: 448.5 billion (total annihilation)]

[The list of the dead has been recorded]

"A string. Numbers"

(End of chapter)