Chapter 969: Chapter 533 What is This Thing Chapter 969: Chapter 533 What is This Thing The universe was gray and dimr, even more silent than imagined.
This was once a bustling area with nurous stars twinkling, and the spaceports orbiting the stars provided essential support for civilizations heading to the Origin Land. Countless civilizations set out for the Origin Land with unwavering courage, but alas, very few returned.
It was a beautiful era, also referred to by present-day civilized races as the Golden Age.
The civilized races sat down for talks due to so chance factors, put aside their prejudices, ford an alliance, and then ventured together toward the Origin Land.
So civilizations knew their strength was not enough to reach there, so they chose to stay behind as a backup and handed over steles engraved with their civilization’s data to other races, thus joining their expedition in this way.
It was supposed to be a grand reconciliation of multiple ethnic groups, but everything changed after the first batch of civilizations returned from the Origin Land.
The races that had left here transford into the Six Great Evil Gods, and the other races were also tainted, with war imminent.
The energy of countless stars was drained, a large amount of dark matter was forged into weapons, and planets were cast into bullets that, after a single discharge, beca forever silent.
After suffering massive casualties, the Six Great Evil Gods dominated this place. However, the goals of the Evil Gods were always obscure; they had no intention of ruling this place but instead left it, wandering in the Land of Dao Certification and bringing their own version of peace and tranquility here.
Hidden in the shadows, the Emperor of the Darkmoon Empire reminisced about the past history and once again sighed, “That was indeed a good era.”
“What kind of era was it?” Her chancellor peeked out from the left, curiously asking.
Looking at the small and fluffy chancellor, the Emperor smiled and then said, “A perfect era, an era without strife. Let’s not talk about that. Are you sure the target fleet hasn’t reduced speed?”
“No.” The equally small Minister of Military Affairs on the right said seriously, “Possibility weapons have been used, but it seems they haven’t been disturbed at all and are still continuing toward the Origin Land.”
“We can’t let them go on.” The Emperor stared into the distance and said seriously, “The Origin Land can’t be invaded again. This world is already at its limit bearing six Evil Gods; we can’t add any new Evil Gods.”
“That’s true.” The chancellor said seriously, “After all, it’s a high probability of death or a very small chance of becoming an Evil God. No matter how you think about it, it’s better to stop them here. But on second thought, why don’t we warn them first?”
The Emperor stared blankly at her chancellor and then ca to a realization, “Oh right, we can do that!”
“Don’t be like that, Emperor. You are a bit silly sotis,” the Minister of Military Affairs said, “Next ti you have a good idea, rember to tell the Emperor first.”
“Stop arguing, you two.” The Emperor interrupted them both, gazing at the fleet still traveling through the void, her expression filled with longing.
Her civilized race was reduced to just her and her two subordinates. The long passage of ti had made her exceedingly lonely, and preventing other civilizations from heading to the Origin Land had beco one of her few duties and pastis.
So fleets would sense sothing was amiss after encountering possibility weapons and then turn back. After all, these weapons’ thod of attack was bizarre and almost undefendable, making for a very effective threshold.
Today, it was rare for a civilization to break through that threshold, which sparked so interest in the Emperor, and she prepared to make proper contact with these guests.
She plucked her regal robe from the void, her scepter embedded with gemstones gripped in her third hand, and her fourth hand held the sacred orb, to manifest her divine authority.
Her civilization had been destroyed, and she was the last Emperor of their race. But even alone, she wanted to maintain their dignity, to et the foreign visitors in the most perfect state.
She smoothed out her clothing, combed her hair, and the Emperor said with satisfaction, “I am truly adorable.”
“Lovely indeed, befitting of our Emperor. Just one glance at this majesty stirs the heart,” the chancellor said enthusiastically.
“This subordinate concurs,” the Minister of Military Affairs imdiately echoed.
After scrutinizing her appearance, the Emperor nodded with satisfaction and began to move towards the warship, ready to visit those guests who could withstand the possibility weapons.
anwhile on the battleship, the boss was busy with ga evaluations.
He had been drawn in by a new room-based ga, putting the other gas temporarily in the clear.
After all, according to the Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, possibility weapons first target the weakest parts, and in the battleship, the most vulnerable place was the player-created gas, particularly those room-based gas.
These gas had only one scene and were particularly prone to attract anomalies, leaving the rest unhard.
The boss didn’t usually play gas, but now he was playing “Nebula” out of interest in its economic system.
However, after playing so gas selected by the “AI”, he had to admit that many of them were quite fascinating.
“This ‘Capitalist Simulator’ is interesting but why do I end up being strung up on a lamppost in the end? I just employed child labor, skipped the workers’ insurance, and fired workers right before awarding year-end bonuses, nothing majorly wrong. The ga creators are a bit too extre,” he mused.
Beside him, the unlucky one glanced at the boss and couldn’t be bothered to comnt.
“Ass is the boss of the brain, and I have nothing to say to you, the bourgeois lackey.”
“And if given the chance, I’d hang you from the street lamps.”
Unaware that his head had been reserved by the street lamps, the boss was still enthusiastically searching for new gas.
After finding a ga that piqued his interest, he curiously asked, “There seem to be a lot of good gas now. Why do players keep saying they’re experiencing a ga drought?”
“That’s now,” said unlucky. “A few days ago, there weren’t nearly as many good gas.”
“So, that’s how it is. Is it ‘Nebula’? Indeed, the low cost of ga production does promote artistic developnt. I think I’ve got so inspiration; I’ll go write a paper first.”
Unlucky watched the boss with envy, thinking that regardless of his moral character, the ntor’s academic prowess was undeniable.
Playing a ga could drive him to write several papers; when could he reach that level himself?
Seeing the boss about to log off, unlucky hurriedly called out, “Boss, what if sothing goes wrong after you leave?”
“What could possibly go wrong at this ti? If there’s an issue, it won’t happen so quickly. Forget it, you take over for now. If there’s a problem, ask those few over there.”
Unlucky wanted to ask more questions, but the boss had already dashed off, leaving behind a forlorn unlucky.
On the other side, she saw Chen Rang, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, Black Tech, and Equations EX gathered together playing a fighting ga, making her wonder what was so enjoyable about the ga nad “Little Fighter.”
The graphics were average; the movents stiff, and the na a bit strange, yet how could the four be playing so joyfully?
Unlucky shrugged her shoulders and decided to finish the oto ga she hadn’t completed.
Just as she opened the ga interface, she heard the alarm system ringing.
“Who set off the alarm this ti?”
This kind of thing happened every couple of hours.
At first, it made everyone a bit tense, but after a few tis, everyone got used to it. Just checking the status on the warship’s systems and marking as read was taken as due diligence.
After all, this alarm system was too sensitive, almost like a nervous wife, making a fuss over anything and everything.
Unlucky initially intended to casually dismiss it as before, but when she saw the ssage sent back by the system, she felt her blood run cold.
The attached photo was taken by a cara mounted on the rear of the warship, employing the Cultivator’s Magic Artifact fabrication techniques and high-definition caras to observe situations several light-years away.
In the images sent back by this cara, unlucky saw sothing that made her hair stand on end.
It was a colossal humanoid figure that appeared to be a twelve-year-old girl in a lavish red coronation robe, likely a being of high status.
But such a humanoid figure showing up in space was quite unsettling.
Upon closer inspection, more disturbing details erged.
She had two regular arms, but instead of hands, she had two different colored dolls at the ends of her arms.
The dolls looked crudely made, more like toys for children. The one on the left was dressed in a blue gown with the word “Chancellor” crookedly stitched on its head with black thread.
The doll on the right wore a military uniform, holding a command sword, and looked rather comical rather than nacing.
But when one looked at the hair on the back of the girl’s head, any sense of amusent vanished.
What seed to be silver-white hair on her head turned out, upon closer examination, to be thin, noodle-like arms.
However, thin is a relative concept. The image also included size markers.
Just the length of her eyes was six thousand kiloters. Her colossal size gave the impression she could stand toe-to-toe with Pangu and also triggered unlucky’s fear of giants.
And now, the female giant was spreading her arms wide, hurtling towards the fleet with a naive yet proud smile on her face.
What in the world…
…is this thing?
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