Dark Blood Age

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Of course, Corimine can't remember now either.

But after the mysterious disappearance of a generation of great men, Fang Mingcheng, hundreds of years ago, like the mysterious disappearance of the queen who had left the country, the generations of descendants of the mission gradually firmly controlled the power of technology output.

According to his father, what good is that girl if she's smarter? A formula from the Science and Technology Standards Department will allow her to spend the rest of her life understanding it. When she's old enough to study it, the next formula from the Science and Technology Standards Department will instantly bring her back to her three-year-old state of knowledge!

Nobody really knows how many formulas and theories the Science and Technology Standards Department has, and after centuries of blockades, the descendants of the Mission have formed a huge interest group that controls the output of all the leading technologies on the planet, and they can make a beggar, next month, the richest with the latest science and technology.

But his father believed that this was the reason why the royal nobility could be preserved and growing. In his father's theory, without the insistence and presence of the royal nobility, no one of the descendants of the Apostolic Corps would be able to restrain, a great family, to rule every corner of the planet, and by then science might have stopped altogether!

Paradoxically, however, the struggle between the royal nobility and the descendants of the Apostolic Corps over their interests, coupled and infiltrating each other, is gradually forming a larger and scarier class, more complex, in the words of his vulgar father, who has often taught him:

“Do you think it's all simple? ”

In his father's theory, the future polarization is even more serious. Once the new class of royal nobility and the descendants of the Apostolic Corps are integrated, it is a new era of patterns in which civilians will exist like garbage. Their families are of royal descent and have the perfect conditions for innate life. Why destroy their future and marry a useless civilian girl into the home!?

Corimine also had to admit that his father was right and wrong in many things, and if the future were as his father had said, he would have been disappointed and felt that his efforts would have been worse than his heritage.

Of course, he now implicitly realizes that his abilities are not very good either, although he is unfortunately reluctant to acknowledge them.

However, he has been doing nothing to observe the stars, meticulously and diligently completing every operational rule and requirement, which has disappointed his father, who would rather have him attend more meetings and banquets in the upper echelons than, like the civilians, laying on the workbench all day long, getting a reward or a promotion to a post, thinking that something extraordinary had been achieved.

Of course, apart from the internship girl, his father was not too dissatisfied with other aspects of him, and even said that at his age, his father spent all day hanging around outside, letting him not worry that, as a nobleman, once taken seriously, the starting point, resources and achievements were far from comparable to those of the civilian population.

Corimine rebelled against his father's vulgar theory from childhood, so he worked hard, even in shifts.

The previous established observation procedure was completed on schedule, and he adjusted the astronomical mirror to the next procedure to keep abreast of the deep-space manned expedition, which had sailed 17 years earlier.

Approximately 31 minutes and three seconds later, he bounced back off the bench with a very heavy expression.

He beamed for three seconds in total and then quickly checked his observation steps, as well as the instrument failure of the self-test astronomical mirror.

One minute and 27 seconds later, he hovered by the workbench, restarted the program and stared at the screen nervously.

Ten seconds later, he shook the first signal to HQ: "The 1378 Deep Sky Manned Spaceship disappeared! ”

Sixteen seconds later, his face was extremely pale, sending a second signal: "It has been determined that no distress signal has been received from the crew. ”

Twenty-nine seconds later, he watched coldly as the screen became clearer and louder, sending a third hurried signal: "The 1378 spacecraft was suspected of being attacked by unknown light and disappeared! ”

Forty-one seconds on the screen, he sees the latest probe signal, stunning - a huge, incredibly advanced fleet drilled out of the darkness, faster than imagined!

He shook down a button on the edge of the workbench, sending the highest level of alarm signal that had not been used in thousands of years!

At this point, the 1378 spacecraft, flying at one-tenth of the speed of light, has been destroyed for about a year and seven years, with a powerful fleet flying at nearly two-thirds of the speed of light, less than two light years from the planet, and is beginning to accelerate from its inertial and silent voyage, while attacks at full speed may arrive on the planet just seconds ahead!

The alarm sounded sharply at Space Station 39 and Corimine slowly recovered from a great panic, mechanically completing the highest hazard disposal steps that no one in the training manual would read in detail.

He was an ordinary man, and because of it, he systematically and honestly backed the manual down, instead of throwing it aside like everyone else could.

After completing the final step of sending a distress signal to deep space in the Mandarin language, he was found by his deputy station chief, who took great care of him, giving him temporary privileges to flee the station.

By then, the 1387 had disappeared and news of a powerful fleet attack had reached the upper echelons.

However, the evacuation vessel on station 39 was not sufficient for everyone to escape, while the larger transport vessel had not yet returned to the ground and was capable of escaping less than one per cent of the population.

His royal heritage, and his father's connections, fortunately made him one in a hundred percent.

This moment, like a thousand years ago, the doomsday came again!

He forgot his ancestors, who inherited the throne but were ridiculed by historians, forgot his father's vulgarity, and faced the mighty to incredible fleet, with only an unstoppable fear, flew desperately towards the escape cabin.

Halfway through, new information came in, and the peripheral alarm stations were destroyed, all of a sudden exacerbating everyone's desire to escape and rushing into the escape pod at all costs.

At the hatch, a space port less than tens of thousands of kilometres from their station was hit!

The debris flows, flocking towards them.

Space Station 39 began to deviate from orbit and then hit a piece of debris that didn't know where it was coming from, shaking again violently.

The panicked crowd was crowded and rushed to the hatch, where their own weapons began shooting at people who were not authorized to board the escape boat.

At this time, Coryming heard a message from Headquarters from his space suit system that only they now existed at Space Station 39, and that all the other stations had been knocked out, asking them to make a final observation to ascertain the details of the powerful fleet.

At that moment, he hesitated, in addition to him, that the last observer of the station today had just been shot under the muzzle, and if he did not return, the others would have to familiarize themselves with the system first, even with automated procedures, but some of the details of Headquarters' requirements would have to be done artificially.

Go, or not?

He could not go because he was already at the hatch and was eligible to enter the escape boat and would not be shot.

Subconsciously, he finally thought of his weak ancestor, but at this point the shame, in contrast to the great panic of life, was insignificant enough to impulse him once and return to the observation compartment for that fantasy of the past.

In a short time, he thought a lot.

If he does not go, Headquarters will not have access to the last detail, and the next action may be biased and his father, his mother, may die as a result.

If he doesn't go, perhaps because of one detail, the entire planet faces the scourge of extinction.

If he doesn't go...

Although he hates vulgar fathers, it doesn't mean he's willing to watch them die like this.

In the crowd, he saw the intern girl in the crowd again, afraid to come back because of the automatic weapon shooting.

He then made an astonishing move, transferring his authority to the girl, and then quickly returned, pulling the girl who was shocked and staring at him, rushing towards the door where the body flew across.

The girl, thinking that Corimine did not know she had no authority, tried to pull her away from a road and was about to get shot, even close her eyes, but the next moment she found herself in the escape passage, while Corimine was clearly outside.

The girl understood something and hesitated for a moment and was about to change him back. Regardless of her relationship with him, she was always a good person.

But her hand, immediately grabbed firmly by the last person who rushed in, was a top young talent at the station, although it was also a civilian, but the light was shining and the genius was overflowing, and it was precisely the girl who truly admired and loved it.

The transparent hatch closed at the next moment, through the window, Corimine looked at the strongest competitor holding onto the girl's right hand, feeling unspeakable, and he felt like he had done something extremely stupid.

But he was strong and sober, knowing that his real task had not been accomplished.

Finally, he looked across the window and grabbed two people together. Corimine bit his teeth, turned around, rushed to the observation compartment, and contacted headquarters...

The debris stream at Space Port 18 finally arrived and flooded away everything.

Corimine sends out the last signal, then closes his eyes and waits for death to come.

Soon afterwards, however, he opened his eyes again and found himself still alive.

The observation deck connected a part of the station and took him deep into space, farther and farther away from the planet.

His childhood dream was to explore the stars and find a world where the great man spoke of sunshine and blue skies rather than darkness and ice, and he didn't expect to suddenly arrive in such a way today.

Below the observation deck, he was fortunate to discover that there was also a material compartment, which meant that his death was delayed.

In the solitary cabin, he looked at a smaller and smaller planet, a blank head, a vulgar father, a loving mother, at a time when he appeared in front of him but could never see again, he could not even say goodbye to them.

The universe, extremely vast, his life was limited by materials, drifting to unknown places.

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Deep in the direction of Corymine's drifting, the fifth order in the cube, the bamboo in the dark ship, and many very advanced battleships, almost simultaneously receive a distress signal from the supply planet.

Someone dared to touch the cake they ordered!

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