[Anomalous space-time distortion detected in the depths of the desert.] 】

[Space-time Warp Level-α. 】

[Go back to the time energy level - 17854.] 】

[Chronology - The Age of Dark Technology (End)]

Looking at the highly classified emergency report in front of her, Elaine frowned.

Sure enough, as expected.

Crises and troubles were always around her, without warning or foresight, and they just appeared out of thin air.

It's like this dark and cruel universe is always mocking the young sailor's hubrisy and ignorance, so that she knows that the reefs and terrible giants that lurk beneath the waters are never far away.

"Your Excellency... This is already the first-"

Elaine's astral whisperer was about to say something, but was completely interrupted by a fierce gaze from the genotype.

"I say, contact Terra."

"Contact the Twelfth Legion."

"-You... Do you understand? ”

Elaine looked down at the thin and stiff Star Whisperer in front of her, her words revealed an irreversible power, and her cold voice even seemed to turn into substantial power, making the Star Whisperer tremble even more.

"Your Excellency... However, our astral language cannot be answered..."

The Startalker said weakly, he couldn't understand why the Genogenitor from the Twelfth Legion in front of him was so eager to ask them to send a message to the outside world, he was already the ninth Startalker who had been urgently dispatched - which meant that before him, eight Startalkers had been exhausted alive by Elaine's strong orders.

Yes, the Star Talkers, as the human resources cultivated under the command of the Star Torch Court created by the Emperor himself, symbolize the messenger of communication, and also symbolize the base point of the human empire's territory to cross the stars, due to the consideration of 'stability', the Star Whisperers are usually not too strong, or even quite weak, which means that they need life-driven psionic energy to send psychic communication to the stars.

It's nothing short of murder.

- What kind of emergency is it that requires such an urgent star-language communication?

The Star Whisperer does not know, and the Star Talker does not understand. They were never qualified to know the thoughts and decisions of the demigods and angels.

Like the navigators who traveled with them, they were just a humble piece of masonry in the walls of the empire.

The speed at which the Genoplasma could not be processed by ordinary people filled the command room with squirming sounds, and it also darkened the mind of the Star Whisperer.

Until, as he tried to plead with the great deity, he looked up at the crimson figure that he had never been able to reach in his life, and tried to find some pity in her preoccupied work.

"My lord—"

"Responding or not has nothing to do with what you do - now, keep sending star words."

Elaine said slowly.

She ignored the weakness of the Starlinger's psionic abilities, which had greatly reduced his lifespan, and the heavy exhaustion of his mortal body, who had not rested for dozens of days and nights, focusing on Starling.

The little part of her who is still human might be able to show him some mercy, but not now.

Not for a moment, not for half a moment.

Contrary to the confusion shown by the star-whisperer, who was only informed by the parameters expressed in the classified documents sent back from the monitoring station, Elaine's well-developed genetic brain quickly arranged and combined a lot of existing consultation and knowledge, and through thousands of deductions and calculations, it already had a rough idea of what was going on on the planet.

The horrific catastrophe that took place dozens of millennia, and the heavy scars that still fresh the memory of the human race today, come from the ancient ruins of the dark technological age.

The afterglow of the Iron Man Rebellion.

"We must immediately, immediately, deliver the language of the stars to Terra, without stopping for a moment."

Elaine muttered softly, and the she's massive workload that would make ordinary people easily tired to death was proceeding at breakneck speed.

These include, but are not limited to, the transformation of the many religious wonders of Colchis into independent and solid fortresses of war, the complete mobilization of most of the war reserves in the nearby world in a short period of time, the extraction of any resources that may be exploited in an act of oppression and oppression, the preparation of reinforcements that may be summoned by the astral communication, and the last effort to pass the flame of hope to the dark sea of stars after a desperate lonely battle.

Yes, the crisis has come unconsciously and in the most urgent way -

"My orders are only a microcosm and foresight of some important events."

"You don't have to know too much, you don't have to be bothered..."

"You're going to die."

"Just as you promised when you swore allegiance to my father."

The Lord of the Red Sands stared directly at the small, clumsy, and frail figure in front of him, and ruthlessly and indifferently pronounced the impending humble death of the Star Whisperer.

But in her words, there was a heavier sense of exhaustion.

In Elaine's eyes, at this moment, he was no different from the tiny Star Whisperer in front of him, both of whom were forcing themselves to do desperate work with no end in sight.

It's just that she knows more things, and she knows more about the situation.

"Everybody is going to die."

"Your brothers, your friends, their deaths will be made more important."

Elaine said, turning her attention back to work.

- I'm no exception.

She glanced at her right arm and thought to herself.

And the words of the gene protogen, this star whisperer had mixed feelings.

He doesn't want to die, no one will. But the responsibility on his shoulders has to push him forward.

As a Whisperer of the Speaker, he had not actually seen many large-scale or urgent wars, and the Seventeenth Legion, under the leadership of Loga, usually persuaded many worlds with a kind gesture, and the Whisperers of the Legion of the Bearer were in most cases nothing more than a missionary's microphone.

In the great expedition of a hundred years, it can be said that their group of Star Whisperers have lived much longer than their counterparts in other legions, and they do not need to take on any urgent tasks or risks.

Now, just as the sudden Perfect City incident occurred, there seemed to be some signs of another huge event.

The indifferent voice of the genogen reawakened the astral whisperer's consciousness.

"Time is pressing us, but I can't explain much to you at this stage - for for some beings, the mere idea of 'knowing' is dangerous enough."

"So, go ahead and try to make a star-language connection."

“… I see, sir. ”

He stopped pleading, and the rickety figure seemed to become weaker and weaker at this moment, and slowly left the room.

Until the room was filled again with the sound of papers.

"He won't die of exhaustion."

Luo Jia, who appeared in the room at some point, slowly spoke.

There seems to be something in the words, as if it were some kind of conclusion that covers the coffin.

Elaine raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Who is it?"

Luo Jia sighed.

“… Dark Angels. ”

……

……

Damn, I really want to have Elaine's super-fast work ability!

I'm really sorry! It's been almost a week... I've been so busy lately...

Speaking of which, there is a question about raising books, because my way of writing is more inclined to foreshadowing + stream of consciousness, so the perception when chasing the text is not so good, I personally welcome raising books, friends with this tendency can raise it casually, as long as it is cool, everything is OK. I'm a reader myself, because it's really cool to fatten up and slaughter again ()

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