Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Polar celestial realm, the edge of celestial stars, in a glaring darkness, scattered a large number of round and rolling reconnaissance eyes and self-destructing magnetic mines, engraved on the surface of the script emitted a dim glow, transmitting simple data and commands, sometimes clustered together, and sometimes scattered into a beautiful network, floating, swimming, peristaltic.

If we imagine the universe as a warm, humid, ancient ocean, then these metals and crystals have been refined, and the frozen creases may have initially met the definition of "cell," as if the original fungus had condensed into a fungus carpet and gradually developed into multi-cellular life, embarking on a new, incredible evolutionary journey.

If you think of the universe as the interior of an immense superorganism, these creases are like constant vigilant white blood cells, monitoring the slightest unusual spatial variation within millions of kilometers of each other, without letting go of even the most subtle ripples of space.

“Knock, knock. ”

“Squeak, squeak. ”

“Dip, Dip, Dip, Dip, Dip, Dip, Dip, Dip. ”

Instructions given to them by humans, broken down into complex ripples and simple symbols, then circulated in the thousands of circuits they controlled the wafers and transmitted them further afield.

Occasionally, special instructions and procedures stored in their memory chips are automatically activated as they move out of the reach of the Human Spirit Network into a wasteland without a network, giving them some autonomy to carry out these unconscious goosebumps and perform a variety of “missions”.

—— If we move away from the limitations of carbon-based intelligent life and stand at a height of more diversity, why is it not possible for this scene to be some sort of primitive form of life, slowly awakening, and embarking on the beginning of the life path?

However, this start was interrupted by sudden alarm sounds.

At the depths of the stars and oceans, which are more than 74 million kilometers from the extreme heavens -- on a cosmic scale, this is a finger's distance -- a stable three-dimensional vacuum is like being attacked by fires from four dimensions of space. First, with the sky spreading red, orange, blue, green, and other halos of different colors, the flat halos quickly bulge into a bubble, the bubbles expand and expand, and finally a silent burst, a deep and unpredictable black hole, the center of the black hole, the star point, is like a hundred million light years away, another universe.

A crowd of wormholes, millions of kilometres in diameter, are born faster and bigger.

Spatial ripples, such as raging waves, sweep around.

A great deal of matter, about to break through the impulse, descends to the periphery of the extreme heavens.

In an instant, all nearby reconnaissance crystalline eyes and magnetic minefield systems were awakened, sensing strong fluctuations in space ripples and abnormal data of imminent high-mass high-density objects.

As if they had discovered a prey's fungus, or perceived an invader's white blood cells, they did their utmost to trigger their own engineered power unit, spraying a brilliant tail flame, converging into an alarming wave of steel and pounding out the coordinates of the bug hole's birth.

Reconnaissance glasses are as close as possible to each other, gathering more data and sending it back before they are torn apart by space ripples; magnetic mines are the central rush to the wormhole masses, integrating into each other's high-quality high-density objects' magnetic fields, and at the last minute, they explode sharply, revealing their "life” brightest glow, disrupting each other's jumps.

The reconnaissance lenses and magnetic mines at this moment do not yet understand the meaning of "life”, but simply faithfully execute orders from the depths of Starscream.

Just like the original fungi, bacteria, and cells, it's impossible to understand what “life” means, just that the nightmares follow instructions known as “instincts."

The wormhole masses appeared on all sides of the extreme sky, and tens of millions of magnetic mines were activated simultaneously, rushing towards the nearest wormhole masses, like warriors who had lost their lives, turning themselves into sparkling fireballs, stopping the wormhole masses from expanding further and tearing apart the starships that had just jumped to half.

At one time, the entire star sea was lit up, the wormholes extinguished the super radiation that had erupted, leaving hundreds of millions of stars dark. Even the observatory set on the Earth's surface could observe the flames of the sky outside the galaxy, which converged into a river, a river burning with bears!

In just one hour, countless newly opened wormholes have been severely disrupted or even completely wiped out.

But such an automated defense is far from sufficient for the greatest aggression of the Covenant Alliance in a thousand years.

Volkswagen has long gathered a lot of information about the imperial defense system, and has demonstrated thousands of different changes, such conventional tactics, entirely in its calculations.

So, the first jumps along the wormhole, not even the ship's hard-working super arsenal ships and other major battleships, can't even count as "starships," just a small self-destructing treasure similar to defensive unmanned shuttles and fully automatic magnetic mines.

Also made of cold ice metal and crystal stone, equally inexpensive and plentiful, it also automatically searches and comes close to the enemy's densest coordinates and bursts apart, the only difference is that in this batch of "self-destructing mines” made by Volkswagen, there is actually a small cockpit with meat and live puppet fighters that can shrink inside like babies. Targeting the enemy and launching an impulse - given this poor formula, lack of fuel and pattern of attack, once dropped from the mother ship into the star sea, it is almost impossible to recover, the driver's death rate is 100%, so even the fierce Imperial Army is not equipped with a similar formula, only a system like the Alliance can find a sufficient number of highly brainwashed, fearless soldiers, and care nothing about their lives and deaths

It was a silent war, but also a war of "inhumanity", in which the souls of the Allied warriors were highly frozen and sealed when they sat on dozens of tons of high-explosive crystals with no expression rushing across the steel line and detonating the crystals beneath their asses and their own flesh and blood, without any fear of death.

A magnetic mine from the Alliance's side explodes, but it can trigger a spiritual magnetic storm, strongly interfering with the surrounding information transmission and spiritual energy circuitry, making the nearby high-tech Fabao system ineffective.

Magnetic mines, reconnaissance eyes and unmanned space shuttles on the part of countless empires, all dimmed and powered by the ravages of magnetic storms, can only rely on inertia to move forward, eventually leaving the target area and becoming lonely dust.

But the Alliance's magnetic mines were piloted by a dead team member, and even if it lost most of its automation capabilities, it didn't affect its ability to reach the roughly attacking area, and then another spiritual magnetic storm came!

Through this lethargic tactic, the Alliance's main fleet preserved the normal opening and expansion of the vast majority of wormholes and established a strong "beachhead position” outside the wormholes. No matter how indiscriminate the defense bombarded, several of the largest wormholes finally opened up, like an eye of a constantly opening demon, enough to allow the largest major battleship to cross.

So, the eye of a demon quickly outlines an intricate line of transparency, which forms the contours and structure of the battleship, constantly refined and clear, and eventually, like a thin black veil tearing like a cicada, the powerful starships appear.

These magnetic interfering ships, super arsenals, cruise carriers and star battle castles still have ripples on their shells that cross the four-dimensional space, making their form in the three-dimensional universe seem uncertain, as if they were surrounded by intense nitrous smoke, and as if the giant star beast had a substantial hegemony. This hegemony alone is enough to tear down several layers of defense and destroy the drained landscape straight to the stars.

At last, there is no doubt whatsoever when the five Supreme Fortresses, representing the highest strength of the Covenant Alliance and defended by many starships, appear on the periphery of the extreme heavenly realm, swallowing indiscriminate intentions and hegemony.

This is not an attack, it is not a ploy to strike west or seduce enemies. Indeed, it is the main fleet of the Alliance that leaned out into the nest and made an unfinished end of the millennium with the Empire!

……

Underground of Starscream, deep in the Golden Crystal Tower, control center.

Xiaoming and Wenwen sat on a control chair made of innumerable crystal brains and cables, and the bottom of their eyes shimmered like infinite data flashed by.

Li Yao's body remains intact in the hibernation compartment, but there is a thick crystal cable connecting his back brain, which extends all the way to the ground and connects to it through a launching pad and countless communication base stations floating in the stars, so that if Li Yao's divine spirit can return to the extreme heavens, it is possible to go through these base stations and return to the body - this is civilized and literary, very distant hope.

But at this moment, the two little guys don't care where Li Yao's spirit is.

They were all deeply deterred by the alarming number and unmatched determination of the Alliance's main fleet to fight.

“How many starships are there? Our reconnaissance eyes can't even count! ”

Xiaoming shouted.

“The Allies seem to be concentrating all their starships on a small battlefield, what exactly do they want to do, ignore all the defenses of the rear world and abandon them completely! ”

The text is also not understood.

“According to preliminary estimates of quantity and combat power, the power of the Emperor alone is absolutely insurmountable. They do not appear to be here to ‘attack’, but to ‘destroy’ this place altogether! ”

Xiaoming came to the conclusion of despair.

The two little guys looked at each other and saw the blood silk bursting from each other's eyes. In such a complex mess, they instantly exceeded the limits of their computational power, barely maintained themselves, and the little brains of the two little guys were about to burst.

“Notify the Little Emperor and Queen that the Alliance's main fleet is really here and far beyond our imagination! ”