"... Everyone, we are about to open a new page in human history, and now I announce that the 'Great Expedition' plan has officially begun!"
Through the mysterious network connecting thousands of leading ships and nearly 100 billion federal citizens, Kirkov, the current speaker of the federation, announced the beginning of the Great Expedition with a deafening voice.
In the past few decades, through the formulation of the Star Luo Plan in the early stage, human beings have systematically wiped out most of the alien races in the solar system. In the future, the vision of the Federation is to spread the glory of human civilization inside and outside the galaxy.
"Papa papa papa..."
There was thunderous applause at the main venue where the mobilization speech was held.
At least on the surface.
But in fact, a large number of new generations of the Federation do not seem to be very interested in the plan of this family expedition to the outer galaxy.
Living well in the solar system, there is no point in rushing to move.
As for the threat of the White Land, they have also happily cooperated with this group of pre-humans who call themselves the Holy Walkers in the past few decades.
Although there are occasional quarrels because of the differences in the three views, it is not a contradiction that is difficult to bridge.
Many of them had relatives with the federal people many years ago. It could be said that decades ago they carried guns together, went to the same window together, and had X friendship together.
It is only because of the difference of ideas that human beings are divided into two factions.
Especially the new generation born outside the earth, they don't feel much about that so-called hometown at all.
But the high-level federal officials who have experienced the pre-separation era know very well that this is just an occasional period of stability for Bai Mo, an unstable bomb.
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For a true immortal who has lived more than 10,000 years, not bubbling for thirty or forty years is no different from ordinary people taking a few months of summer vacation.
However, this fairy "holiday" is equivalent to half the life of an ordinary person.
Some of the most well-informed people know that the past few decades of Bai Mo's disappearance are just the result of the ferry's return.
Perhaps many shadowy ones had hoped that he would fail in crossing the catastrophe and end his sinful life, but now the other party has clearly returned victorious, and even has the ability to attack the sun.
The solar system should not stay for a long time.
Five words sum it all up.
Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
No matter how much puzzled and dissatisfied the new generation of supernatural beings were, the plan to pack their bags and prepare for the expedition was not affected in the slightest.
The high-ranking congressmen can't bear to have an arbitrary "god" on their heads.
Since you can't win, then take the initiative to stay away.
As for the ordinary citizens living on the Daqian leader ship, all this has little impact, anyway, they have lived their entire lives on the leader ship whose internal environment is like the surface of a planet.
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"I said, it doesn't make sense."
Xing Lingyi, who was cut in half by Bai Moyi's rebellious sword, almost completely eliminated the martial arts will that was entangled in him and continued to destroy in a few seconds.
"It will be meaningful." Bai Mo didn't think so, and once again gathered thousands of black shadow hands to chop at the opponent.
Yi didn't answer any more, and with his backhand, a bunch of giant "grapes" hit the center of the black shadow incarnated by Bai Mo.
The corner of the darkness instantly melted under the conversion of mass and energy.
However, this is just better than nothing.
Both sides are giants comparable to planets in size, and the destruction within a range of one or two hundred square kilometers is insignificant at all.
In the eyes of low-level transcendents, moving mountains and filling seas, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving the map gun, and it is a mosquito bite if it hits them.
The mass lost by Bai Mo is only equal to the amount he ate in a few seconds inside the sun.
And the number of grapes he destroys per knife is roughly equal to the amount that Yi eats in a few seconds inside the sun.
If nothing else, the battle between the two of them could cost hundreds of thousands of years.
The most likely ending is that two guys who eat and fight at the same time eat up the sun and wipe it out in a battle that lasts for hundreds of years.
Bai Mo obviously didn't have that much time to spend with this star spirit.
From the beginning, he never intended to kill each other on the sun.
This is the absolute home of the protoss. If you really want to completely eliminate it, even if you are higher than the opponent by a few ranks, it will take at least a hundred years.
If he is really the kind of true immortal with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, it is not too wasteful to spend so much, but the curse of Taoism severely limits his time.
"Tao-Yan-"
In the endless battle of attrition between the white ink representing darkness and the Xing Lingyi representing nothingness, a layer of white light with some mysterious aura suddenly appeared.
There seems to be endless information, in the white light that can't live in these flames.
"What's this?!"
From the moment the white light appeared, Yi has been staring at the white light, even putting aside the battle.
It can easily read information in white light.
That's a whole, way to go!
The way is open to yourself without reservation!
Compared with what he "sees" in front of him, Yi feels that the inheritance in the Protoss clan is simply pitifully crude, even though most of those inheritances are made by himself.
But it’s no wonder that the primitive protoss civilizations have not developed their wisdom for a hundred years, and they don’t even have a mature protoss language. They all rely on instinct and feeling to cultivate, and there is no systematic summary and induction, let alone a system.
It is really incomparable to gather countless wisdoms with human beings and communicate and build the Transformation Dao Kung Fu.
What Bai Mo showed to it was that he thought up the original manuscript back then, and then threw one copy to the Federation, and one part was made public on the intranet of Baizhidadi.
In the follow-up, they also used supercomputer simulations, plus a large number of monks to improve day and night.
Cultivators with less than a cultivation level may not be able to directly toss this method of transformation, but after decomposing and simplifying it into countless small modules, they can still contribute to its optimization.
…
Yi is struggling.
That road that was completely open to him was so damned!
It is going to be reincarnated, and even the race has to be turned into the appearance of the other party.
That is a complete change from the inside out, at the true spirit level!
And less than half the success rate.
But there is a temptation that he can't resist at all - life span.
Protoss is an extremely short-lived existence.
The low-level Protoss at the lowest level has a natural lifespan of less than three years, and the flaming core will slowly extinguish like a candle in the wind, turning into a ray of sparks in the sun again.
In this ocean of light and heat, countless protoss cycle through life and death at the rate of one generation in two to three years.
It is as strong as the four head protoss, but it only has a lifespan of a hundred years.
If there were no such foreign enemies, they might have a good mentality.
Compared with the same race like meteors, it has been a long time since I have a lifespan fifty times longer than them.
But everything is afraid of comparison.
If you reincarnate into a human race, even if you're just a lowly guy, you can live a good life for 80 years.