Iron Blood Nebula, Storm Galaxy, Storm Mothership.
President Boyaro stood on the observation deck of the mother ship, and Chief Strategy Officer Hilota stood respectfully behind him.
At this moment, through the special transparent glass on the observation deck, Boyaro's dark green pupils reflected the appearance of the external universe.
At this moment, the universe has completely changed in front of Boyaro.
It is no longer a piece of darkness mixed with the flashes of stars, but has turned into a vast ocean of light that makes even the Milky Way eclipse, dim, and insignificant.
Point after point of light connected together, seemingly illuminating the entire dark universe and occupying Boyaro's entire field of vision.
Each point of light represents a powerful spacecraft made with the advanced technology of a true third-level civilization. Countless spaceships gathered together and became what they are now.
"This is our civilization."
In a trance, Boyaro's voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
There are 51.265 billion people in the Storm Civilization and 101.378 billion sub-people in the Storm Civilization, a total population of more than 150 billion. Now, after preparing for hundreds of years and completing all the preparations, he is about to set off, leaving the Iron-Blooded Nebula and heading towards a wider world.
There is no need to crowd together with other equally powerful civilizations, and there is no need to crowd all civilizations into a small galaxy. It is even ridiculous that we need to think about sustainable development - let a truly Isn’t it funny that an interstellar civilization considers sustainable development?
Fishing from the marsh, exploiting all the resources of a galaxy, and immediately abandoning them to the next galaxy is the right way to develop civilization.
The outside world has an infinitely vast stage, waiting for civilization to conquer, develop, and express itself to its fullest.
The first stop is the Lava galaxy. It is about 30 light-years away from the Storm Galaxy, and the entire journey is expected to take about 200 years.
A total of 10,000 huge transport ships were used to carry these 150 billion people on this interstellar long-distance journey, as well as the incredible amount of supplies required during the journey. Responsible for providing protection for these transport ships are the first to fifty-sixth storm fleets of civilization.
Each Storm Fleet, depending on the specific combat environment and missions, is equipped with at least 10,000 or more combat spacecraft of various types, with a total number of about 800,000. The total number of active-duty military personnel, not counting personnel, is as high as 160 million. .
However, in addition to transport spaceships and combat spacecraft, there are even more small civilian ships, ferry spaceships, commercial spaceships, industrial spaceships, etc., at least in the millions.
This is also the result of significant streamlining. After all, the price of a berth for an interstellar voyage tugboat is not cheap. Not everyone can buy a berth for their private spacecraft and have the tugboat tow it to a new galaxy.
A large number of people who cannot afford a berth have no choice but to sell their private spacecraft to civilization for dismantling and recycling the parts.
"President, the fleet has been prepared. Please give the departure order."
Boyaro smiled slightly.
"good."
He turned around and walked to another control hall. In the hall, many high-level civilization officials stood solemnly.
In front of the crowd is a huge screen. What is displayed on the screen is a bustling crowd.
Endless, endless crowds of people like an ocean. Countless people occupied the mountains, occupied the plains, occupied the canyons and occupied the basins.
The camera clearly captured the crowd seeming to be waiting for something.
Some people were whispering, some looked anxious, some kept looking at the sky, and some hugged each other tightly, seeming to enjoy this short period of freedom that they had never experienced before.
Yes, everything on this planet at this moment is sub-human. However, since they were born until now, this is the first time they have experienced the feeling of no control, no strict rules, and being executed at every turn.
There are more than 200 billion people. Even if one person only occupies 1 square meter on average, this number of people will occupy more than 200,000 square kilometers of land.
"The president said that he will send us to heaven soon. I don't know how to get there? By airship?"
"With so many people, how many spaceships are needed?"
"The president will never lie to people like us."
"Is there food in heaven? I don't want to go hungry."
"Instructor, instructor, do you know?"
One person sat on the ground blankly, his expression was neither happy nor sad, and he was numb. A young man next to him shook him vigorously, shaking him out of his daze.
"Heaven? Heaven, haha..." the second instructor murmured, with a bitter smile appearing on the corner of his mouth: "There is no heaven at all...it's just destroyed..."
"Instructor, what did you say?"
"Oh, of course there will be food in heaven. When we get to heaven, we will have enough to eat every day, and we won't have to work every day."
"Ah? Really? Great! Instructor, I want to go to heaven!"
"I want to go too!"
"Okay, let's go together, let's go together..."
The secondary instructor murmured, hugging several junior secondary people around him in his arms.
I don't know when many small black spots appeared in the sky, getting bigger and bigger.
In the storm mother ship, President Boyaro's palm has gently taken away from the button. He knew that the anti-matter missile had been launched and would hit the planet in a few minutes.
Regarding things that cannot be taken away, Storm Civilization’s attitude has always been to destroy them. You can't just stay in the galaxy like this, right?
In the big screen, a violent flash of light suddenly appeared, and the next moment, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
Next, there was the second, then the third, until the many mushroom clouds were even intertwined together, and they could no longer be separated into separate individuals.
At this moment, the entire planet was shrouded in thick black clouds. Under the clouds and mist, dark red colors are constantly rising.
Boyaro knew in his heart that it was magma.
Under such a violent attack, the planet's crust has been severely damaged, and the geological structure is no longer stable. As a result, the earth shook, magma surged, and all life was swept away.
No matter whether this life is hiding in the sky or underground, hiding in mountains or canyons, whether it is a sub-human or a beast, a bacterium or a virus, no one will be immune to such an intense attack.
Death is the only ending.
This is destruction.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Among the countless spaceships, countless Storm humans cheered at the same time at this moment.
They had received a clear signal to go.
So at this moment, many spacecraft started the acceleration process at the same time according to the programs that had been programmed in advance. The tail flames of countless spacecraft gathered together, and their light even briefly surpassed the stars.
Boyaro knew that such a huge movement could be detected even from across the galaxy with the technological strength of the third-level civilization.
It won't take long for other civilizations to know that the Storm Civilization has left the Iron Blood Nebula.
"But... you'd better not leave." A smile appeared on the corner of Boyaro's mouth: "You'd better stay here honestly and wait for the return of our storm civilization. At that time, all of you The civilization’s technological system will be integrated into our storm civilization, complementing every development direction of the technological system. At that time, our storm civilization will have the hope of impacting the fourth-level civilization..."
Yes, Boyaro actually doesn't intend to stay too far away.
The vast outside world allows the Storm Civilization's fleet to no longer have resource constraints and can expand violently like a balloon. It won't take too long for the overall strength of the Storm Civilization to reach the sum of all the third-level civilizations in the Iron Blood Nebula.
By that time, the storm civilization will return again and wipe out all the third-level civilizations one by one. After this, he will truly leave and truly step into the infinite world of the vast universe.
This is the long-term strategy for the development of civilization. This is also the path that Boyaro will unswervingly follow in the coming years, which may even last for thousands of years.
Now, the first step on this path has been taken.
Time passes, and many years pass in the blink of an eye. One day, Sirota came to President Boyaro again.
"G1 galaxy is coming soon."
Boyaro nodded: "I understand. You should do this yourself."
"yes."
Following an order from President Boyaro, the Seventh Fleet of the Storm Fleet and 20 giant transport ships quietly started the process of slowing down and gradually separated from the main body of the fleet.
They slightly changed their sailing trajectory midway, so after the long distance bonus, they finally sailed to the G1 galaxy.
At this moment, what appeared in front of Sirota was still the chaotic and backward galaxy described in the data.
Since the failure of the joint expedition of various countries in the G1 galaxy many years ago, the situation in the galaxy has become even more chaotic. More than a dozen large countries have been divided, hundreds of so-called countries have recently been established and entered the galaxy stage, and the number of interstellar pirates is much greater than before.
It's like a garbage dump here.
"Destroy it indiscriminately. Clean up the G1 galaxy quickly, and let's leave quickly."
"yes."
Under Sirota's order, hundreds of millions of armed satellites, interstellar forts, and interstellar mines were dumped into the G1 galaxy like garbage. Under the guidance of many spies and reconnaissance satellites, each rushed to different goals under their own power.
As a result, countries were destroyed one by one, famous pirate fleets were destroyed, and national leaders who could decide the fate of countless people with a single gesture died.
This is not a killing, but a purge.
No one should be spared, no matter whether he is a human or a sub-human, no matter what race or civilization he is.
