"...Ha, you want to escape now? What a ridiculously immature race."
About thirty light hours outside the star system, seven extremely huge motherships stand in the void of the universe. Each mothership is extremely huge, and five of them are about one-third the size of the moon. The remaining two are particularly huge, one is close to the size of the moon, and the other is about one-tenth larger than the moon.
Even level three cosmic civilizations are not all capable of manufacturing motherships.
This involves the time limit for a race to be under the curse of sterilization.
The longer the curse of sterilization lasts, and there is no relief like the golden fruit, the race will decline and wither. Whether it chooses to take the flesh-and-blood gene route, or the mechanical ascension route, or there are a very small number of cherished and powerful cosmic races with psychic talents, they can Taking the route of spiritual ascension, in the process of the decline of this sterilization curse, these routes will be taken very hastily, without a long time for precipitation and research, and in the end, the entire race will be abolished.
This is also the ending for most of the Silver Race, disappearing into the universe silently.
It’s not that there are no silver races trying to replace manpower with large-scale artificial intelligence, but the result is strange errors and changes in artificial intelligence. The result is mechanical rebellion, mechanical revolution, or even terrible mechanical nightmares, mechanical demons, or the most extreme Mechanical universe disasters and other situations will occur. The same situation will also occur with human-replacing technology such as genetic humans, clones, and biochemical humans. Similar situations will occur.
Because of this, the longer the sterilization curse goes on, the entire race will inevitably fall into a great decline. The stagnation of scientific and technological progress is the simplest thing. The most terrifying thing is the massive decline in the human and material resources of the entire race. Technology is not enough. Making Dyson spheres and other wonders, but manpower has declined to the point where an entire race of people who might be able to fight and work can't even scrape together a million.
The large-scale implantation of mechanical bodies, or the uploading and updating of consciousness, or the re-adjusting of genetic blood, the transmission of physical clones, etc., will all cause a lack of spirituality. Even simply extending lifespan through technology will also cause a lack of spirituality. Unless there are golden fruits to make up for it, over time, all intellectual beings will become idiots.
There are only seven civilizations in the Alliance civilization that have motherships. Among them, the motherships owned by the Cold Lizard and Canyu clan are the largest and have the most complete functions. These two ships are equivalent to the flagship and deputy flagship of the Alliance civilization. In fact, , except for the Canyu tribe, which still maintains the independence of the race, the top leaders of the other races have all moved to the Cold Lizard tribe's mothership. Their motherships and fleets have actually become vassals of the Cold Lizard tribe.
At this moment, in the Alliance Council Hall of the Cold Lizard Mothership, all the members looked at the eleven space fleets that had been neatly arranged. At the same time, in the star system, the reckless immature civilization was rapidly moving like a frightened insect. Shrinking its mothership, it seems that it is planning to escape.
But how could it be allowed to escape?
"Let's start, erect the war curtain!" Papaya, the elder of the Cold Lizard Clan and also the Speaker of the Alliance Parliament, gave the order with a trembling voice.
This command was transmitted to the eleven space fleets with the simultaneity of quantum entanglement, and the energy of all the ships in the space fleet began to be overloaded. At the same time, the largest battlefield mothership in the fleet group began to gather this energy.
In just a few dozen seconds, the huge energy was gathered, and then some kind of strange "bubbles" began to be shot out from these motherships.
These bubbles were shot in the direction of the star system, and at the same time they began to spread and grow. Soon they expanded to the huge macroscopic scale of the universe. In just a few minutes, an invisible curvature bubble film enveloped the entire star system. Wrapped up in place of the Kuiper Belt.
Papaya trembled and watched all this with satisfaction. At the same time, he respectfully said to the superior...the only being on the Independent Tower who was higher than him: "Brilliant envoy of the Yalong Tribe, you don't know about our alliance. Is the military formation still eye-catching?"
This messenger from the Yalong tribe is a green crustacean creature that looks more than three meters tall. It looks more like a crab than a reptile. However, its carapace is composed of countless tiny scales, which is not the case. Made of chitin.
It stuck out its long and slender tongue and said: "The training was pretty good. At least it was not a team composed of idiots. It could be regarded as obeying orders. However, it took almost three hours to set the curtain on the war. If it had been a war in the middle of the river, the opponent would have been there long ago. We quickly broke out of the encirclement."
Papaya trembled and chuckled: "Our technological level is only at this level. The smaller the anti-matter reactor is, the greater the energy output will be under the same volume ratio. At most, we can only shrink the anti-matter reactor to The main battleship class has a load capacity, so there is no way around it if it doesn’t have enough energy... I heard that the glorious Yaron clan has been able to reduce the anti-matter reactor to a size that can be carried by a gunboat? It’s really enviable.”
The Yaron messenger hissed, roughly similar to human laughter, and said: "The fourth-level cosmic civilization can indeed reduce the main function of the antimatter reactor at the space level, but this technology is not something you can master. Yes...but that's not necessarily the case. As long as you serve loyally and allow our clan to occupy the outpost in the middle of the river, it's not that I can't reward you with some rewards..."
Papaya trembled and said with satisfaction: "Just wait for the envoy's words. With the blood sacrifice of this new generation race, the number of troops dispatched this round will definitely be doubled. Envoy, please rest assured."
As he spoke, eleven space battleships had broken through the war curtain and rushed into the star system. At the same time, when passing through this curvature film, the flight speed of each ship suddenly increased. At this speed, it would take at most five minutes. You can enter the central ring area of the star system, and by then you can open fire and attack. Of course, in order to obtain more blood sacrifice victims, the closer the attack is, the better.
At this moment, the shrinking human mothership suddenly stopped moving. All the members could see that its huge expansion plane was stuck, and then sparks exploded on several surfaces.
"Ha, stupid, reckless, cowardly... Such a race can actually bring so many physical people into the universe?" Papaya trembled and laughed.
The councilors present were all laughing, and only the Glo mechanical eye of the Canyu tribe began to flash.
The Canyu Tribe is the civilization race in the alliance civilization that is closest in strength to the Cold Lizard Tribe.
Their planet has a very long history, and it took a full thousand years to develop from primitive society to industrial civilization!
Since primitive society began to awaken to intelligence, although "divine revelations" have come from time to time, due to a certain stubbornness of the Canyu tribe, their nobles have dismissed these divine revelations. Therefore, for a full thousand years, primitive society has The development of feudal society and the Dark Empire era has accumulated a lot of information and knowledge about wars and conspiracies in the history of their civilization.
Glo looked at the scene in front of him. There was some kind of accident on the human mothership. Humanity's sparse space battleships hurriedly left the port to arrange, and the human civilian shuttles fled back to the core of the mothership in a hurry...
This scene really shouldn't happen at this time, and it really shouldn't happen to an Anya-level (third-level) cosmic civilization.
This scene... really resembles the conspiracy and strategy of luring the enemy deep into the historical novels that Glo likes to read.
(No, it’s probably just overthinking. What’s the use of such a naive new generation Anya race playing these conspiracies to lure the enemy deeper?)
Glo shook his head slightly.
At this time, eleven space battleships have entered the central ring area of the star system. At the same time, some battleships have fired some energy light spears in a demonstration, and then...
In an instant, the entire screen suddenly went black.
All the members blinked, or they had eye-like organs, or electronic eyes or something. They all looked at Papaya trembling blankly, and even the messenger looked at Papaya with the same doubtful eyes. Ya shivered.
Papaya shivered and blinked. He looked left and right, then picked up the communicator and yelled angrily: "What happened!? Why are the images on the front line gone?"
A busy signal came from the contact...
The pupil in the protruding eye organ of the Yalong tribe shrank sharply, and it stood up from its seat. At the same time, it screamed in disbelief: "No, it's impossible, information is forbidden!? This is the Chen star civilization. Information is banned!??”
The congressmen all watched and listened blankly, and then everyone was in an uproar.
The civilization stratification method of the Yalong clan, let alone the Anya level (third-level cosmic civilization), the Yalong clan itself belongs to the overlord-level cosmic civilization (fourth-level cosmic civilization), and the higher level is the imperial-level cosmic civilization (five-level cosmic civilization). Super cosmic civilization), this is no longer something that can be found in the coordinate system they are in. It is said that it is also rare in the next coordinate system.
As for the one level higher than the imperial-level cosmic civilization, it is the star-level cosmic civilization. This is a great and glorious cosmic civilization that the Yalong clan cannot even imagine. It is said... It is said that those golden fruits are captured by the star-level cosmic civilization. Obtained and distributed to lower-level cosmic civilizations out of benevolent consideration!
And the symbol of the star-star cosmic civilization is... the prohibition of information!
Its race has the ability to block the transmission of information in an area from the cosmic string level!
Even the strongest Chenxing civilization can directly block information to obliterate all intellectual life! !
Papaya trembled and stared blankly, then he yelled and ran out of the parliament hall desperately.
"Star Observatory! Let's go to the Star Observatory to see what's going on on the battlefield!?"
All the congressmen followed, and even the envoy of the Yalong tribe followed behind worriedly.
Although the transmission of information was blocked, the high-tech creations could still be used. Relying on energy levitation technology, they arrived at the star observatory in less than a minute.
When the observation focus was directed into the star system, countless explosions of fire were shining...
"The enemy fleet group has broken into our fleet group at nearly the speed of light and is engaged in battle... Our fleet is being rapidly depleted..."
"A mecha emerged from the enemy mothership... What is that!? What is that!??"
"The eighth front was broken and destroyed..."
"The seventh front was broken and destroyed..."
"The eleventh front was broken and destroyed..."
"The third front..."
Within seconds, more than a dozen observers roared.
Papaya's trembling face turned black.
His paws were subconsciously making a handshake gesture...
