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Chapter 408: Chapter 408 Purification Chapter 408: Chapter 408 Purification The bright glow of the super-space-time engine at the rear gradually subsided, and the Imperial Fleet finally drew close to the planet that Reynolds had marked for us. As he had described, there was a dying sun here, its light had not yet dimmed, but that was merely the last radiance from its core’s fuel supply nearing exhaustion. Our detection revealed that the star’s core, now unsteadily releasing light and heat, was filled with liquid high-temperature iron. Their abundance was so astonishing that it nearly reached the endurance limit of a star. In a few hundred years, it feared that the nuclear fuel contained within, the hydrogen, and the helium would be entirely depleted in a series of reactions, all transforming into this metal element that could release no nuclear energy whatsoever. By then, the star would collapse due to the loss of its internal drive, eventually exploding into a red giant star as internal pressure and temperature surged drastically. This tiny star system would also vanish into smoke, returning to its mother’s womb–theoretically speaking, there was nothing vulgar about my statement.

There were only three planets, even fewer than the famously impoverished Solar System. Both the first and second planets were too close to the sun with surface temperatures often exceeding hundreds of degrees; Big Sister opined that such direct sunlight would severely damage her skin, so they were immediately discarded from our consideration. Moreover, the average earthquake occurring every thirty seconds on those planets hardly met the building specifications of ISO9001–if such a thing existed. In this regard, Reynolds didn’t deceive us; the third planet, by contrast, was much better indeed.

Although that purplish-black planet didn’t look very pleasant to the eye.

We were now on the bridge of the flagship. The enormous holographic projection here was indeed much more exciting than the star map in the war research room.

“Hubby, I’ve detected some life reactions on the surface of the target planet.”

Just as I was about to give the command for the fleet to stop and enter orbit, Bubbles’ voice suddenly rang out on the bridge, nearly making me fall off the spot.

Reynolds, who had been standing next to me incognito as Passerby A, curiously turned his head, his scruffy face carrying the aftertaste of just sobering up from alcohol, “I might have misheard, but… was that your wife? Quite a peculiar way of speaking…”

Before I could respond, Bubbles had already taken over the bridge’s massive holographic projection. In front of us immediately appeared the image of a little girl floating in the middle of a crystal prism, and behind her were several identical crystal prisms, each containing a loli, blinking innocently with big eyes at us.

“Hello, humans. I am the core computer here,” Bubbles’ voice echoed, “Also, if you have any doubts about my relationship with my hubby, I’ll throw you into the reactor.”

I patted Reynolds on the shoulder, whose expression had just turned to one of horror, and whispered soothingly, “Don’t overthink it, she’s absolutely serious.”

After successfully making Reynolds’ expression even more horrified, I looked up at the seven-meter-tall image of my wife and asked, “Life reactions? What kind of things are they?”

They say the universe is desolate, human scientists have been searching for so long without finding other life forms in space–perhaps they all congregated in this star zone?

“Insect Race,” Bubbles’ voice dropped, and the projection of the entire system immediately zoomed in, revealing the scene on the planet’s surface. True to form, there was a disgusting sight of insects and their organ-like ‘buildings’ everywhere, “They have covered nearly two-thirds of the planet. The viscous insect mucus has turned the entire planet’s surface purplish-black. It’s best to clear these things before landing, but luckily, they are all low-level insects. Conventional race extermination weapons can kill them.”

We had hardly reacted when Reynolds had already drawn a sharp breath, clenching his fists tightly, causing a crackling sound from his knuckles.

“How could these insects appear here,” the uncle, who had dealt with the Insect Race for half his life, spoke very seriously, “This planet has hardly any resources and isn’t worth conquering at all.”

“The other side might have come here by chance,” Bubbles was continuously switching the holographic projection, showing those disgusting creatures from various angles, “The insect swarm covering this planet is basically made up of low-level units, with only one Brain Worm leading them. A Star Burning Bomb can instantly destroy all low-level insect races, and that Brain Worm will not have any resistance after the explosion.”

“Prepare the EOP-03,” Sandora made a decision without much thought, “No need to plan any tactics for such a target.”

Just as we were about to push the lethal Star Burning Bomb into the launch platform and prepare to ignite it, a series of alarms suddenly blared across the bridge, and a synthetic electronic female voice kept announcing, “Warning! Warning! Detecting a gravitational anomaly burst; unknown units about to perform a super-space-time jump, unknown units about to perform a super-space-time jump! The identity of the other party is unknown; this is the optimal interception time.”

Pandora, who had silently been a doll beside me all this time, suddenly came back to life, rushing over and shaking my arm fervently, “Big Brother, if we suddenly activate the gravity trap now, we can definitely bury the enemy in the uncontrollable space storm!”

Can you not say such chilling things with the attitude of a little sister throwing a tantrum?

I decisively stopped the interception moves of the “Imperial Admiral,” leading tens of thousands of warships to boldly spectate as another, much smaller fleet emerged not far from us.

These were a group of starships completely different in style from human spaceships, and could certainly not be compared to Xyrin spaceships, with their streamlined designs adorned with glowing energy shields, and crystal-like functional structures visible throughout– this last point was somewhat similar to our own ships. From the first impression, these newly arrived vessels seemed far more advanced than Reynolds’ fleet, at least the energy shields that swept over their hulls were simply incomparable to the layers of cumbersome armor on Reynolds’ Hibernian.

The newly appeared fleet wasn’t large; discounting the drones flitting around the mothership like moths, there were only about a hundred vessels that could be considered large warships. Leading them was an especially massive spaceship, resembling a combination of several oval-shaped capsules, of course, the massive here is in comparison to Reynolds’ Hibernian–a warship several kilometers long was impressive to humans, but in comparison to the hundreds of kilometers long “Imperial Admiral,” it was merely an escort ship.

“Divine Race?” Reynolds muttered in surprise, “They’re actually here? Seems like wherever the Insect Race appears, the Divine Race follows easily–though these two races haven’t appeared in this star zone for several years.”

“Detection of an energy form similar to Ghost Energy, target energy sample analysis in progress…”

While Qianqian and I were appraising the aesthetics of our opponents’ ships, the “Imperial Admiral’s” automatic scanning radar suddenly issued such a prompt, silencing the entire bridge in an instant.

Everyone, including Visca who was never quiet and Sandora who was forever composed, was stunned.

“What’s happening?” asked Reynolds, who naturally didn’t know why we’d suddenly fallen silent. He could only feel that the atmosphere had abruptly turned strange; anyone beside him could tear a Gundam apart with their bare hands, and the strong force field we unintentionally revealed made him instinctively sense danger.

Even Tex, who always looked carefree with a cigar in his mouth that he would never light, involuntarily touched his forehead, where sweat was glistening.

“Child’s father, we’ve received a communication request from the other party, shall we accept?”

Bubbles’ voice broke the tense atmosphere on the bridge. Although equally shocked, the pure logic module of the Xyrin Host prompted her to instinctively continue her work.

So “child’s father,” a tear-jerking phrase, had become part of her instincts too, huh?

While instructing the relevant personnel to begin scanning the energy patterns on the opponent’s ship, I tidied up my clothes and expression, letting Bubbles connect the broadband line.

Right before us, the holographic projection immediately showed an ET… ahem, a Protos Clansman. The unique appearance of the other party inevitably aroused the curiosity of me, Qianqian, and a few other Earth natives, with their blue, slightly rugged skin, large stature, blue-white glowing eyes, and in comparison to World of Warcraft’s Draenei concocted by Blizzard, the real Protos were obviously much more aesthetically pleasing, at least besides their elongated facial structure and the tentacles on their chins, this alien generally conformed to human facial features.

The conclusion I came to in the end was that they closely resembled the Draenei from the World of Warcraft.

This must be a male… uh, probably a male.

“Human?”

After seeing my appearance, the Protos Commander first voiced such doubts, “But humans couldn’t possibly have such a fleet.”

What am I supposed to say?

I shrugged my shoulders, “In fact, it’s quite surprising to find a race in this star zone that resembles us so closely–we come from the Xyrin Empire.”

The expression of surprise on the Protos Commander’s face was clear; obviously, he had never heard of such a race in this star zone before (this really brings tears to my eyes, tears…), but quickly, he regained his composure and nodded to me in greeting, “It’s a pleasure to encounter a fellow traveler in the vast universe. I am a commander from El, Du Han.”

The other party greeted me politely, introducing his identity according to the customs of interstellar space, without the haughty demeanor I had expected from the “Divine Race” of the Protos. Of course, this might be due to his pride being imperceptible when facing a huge starship with a single arm as long as his entire fleet, and which showed high energy reactions in any random scan.

I nodded back with a faint smile, “It’s a pleasure to encounter a fellow traveler in the vast universe, Commander Du Han. I am the Emperor of the Xyrin Empire from another star zone, Chen Jun, here to purify this area of the dangerous insect race.”

“You’ve come for the insect race?”

The Draenei… *cough*, Protos Commander Du Han’s facial expression changed, but sadly, while I could understand simple expressions, such complex muscle movements seemed to me merely a waltz of tentacles.

I nodded to the side, indicating that the Star Burning Bomb could enter into firing position, while smiling at Du Han, “According to this native friend here, your goal seems to be to eliminate the insect race on this planet as well. But now you can save your own ammunition–release the EOP-03.”

At my command, the Star Burning Bomb, which had long been in launch mode, was immediately unlocked. A two-kilometer-wide door opened near the bottom of the immense Cross Starship, revealing a rectangular launch channel. A bright glow shimmered in the channel and finally condensed into a semi-solid mutation bomb. It then turned into a silver torrent under the force field accelerator and burst into the murky, dense atmosphere below.

EOP-03, one of a series of no-holds-barred weapons created by the Xyrin People, mostly non-solid in structure, it instead used a mutated Ghost Energy Crystal as its core. Utilizing a series of stable force fields, the vast ghost energy released by the crystal was confined into a semi-material state, with a variety of calcium, iron, zinc, tin, vitamins… okay, honestly, I have no idea what all that stuff is. In any case, once unlocked, this bomb, upon contacting a sufficient amount of matter, would produce an intense energy release. The parts nearly like Abyss Energy would cause a chain reaction, assimilating and activating the planet’s crust, causing these substances to generate pure heat. The instant release of heat and strong radiation often sufficed to kill all life on a planet, with the rapid “explosion” effect lasting less than an hour. Aside from completely melting the planet’s crust, it hardly impacted the planet’s stability. Truly a wonderful thing for murder, plundering, and territory conquest.

Even though the production costs of EOP-03 could cause heartache, at least it left us with a whole colonization star, much more cost-effective than those Sniper Star Cannons that could disassemble an entire planet into single atoms.

The activated Star Burning Bomb, trailing a splendid band of light, struck the planet’s surface violently. For the first two seconds, there was no reaction. But then an unprecedented flash blinded every pair of krypton gold dog eyes present.

A series of gray shock waves spread rapidly, blowing the planet’s atmosphere away, wrinkling its solid crust. These substances ignited while floating, tinting the subsequent shock waves an increasingly glaring red. The speed of these waves far exceeded the sound by dozens of times, while the deadlier ghost energy radiation swept across the planet’s surface at a sub-light speed. In just a few minutes, the entire nameless planet turned into a sea of fire.

Red, searing, like a second sun–the visual effects were incredibly powerful.

“Daddy, job done.”

Bubbles’ voice interrupted the praise in my heart, and I quickly vibrated my stiffly frozen face thirty times per second without a trace, soothing a poker face that had temporarily solidified due to surprise. Then, I gently patted Reynolds, who had become a complete wooden statue, and said, “Hey, wake up, it’s all over.”

Reynolds shivered as if he’d seen a ghost, and then his eyes finally moved from the now-flaming Nameless Planet to my face.

“Bubbles, release the Xyrin Host to the surface,” I checked the planetary energy remnants we’d scanned briefly, “Besides, send two high-level Apostles with elite troops to protect the host and, by the way, kill off that brain worm with enough life force to take a spa in magma. Who wants to go down?”

No sooner had my words ended than I felt a gust of wind beside me. When I turned my head, Pandora and Visca, these two little guys who’d been dying to get out, had already disappeared.

Are you guys really that anxious?

“Emperor of the Xyrin People, since the insect race of this planet has been purified by flames, I believe I should take my leave.”

After the heavy assault ship carrying three Xyrin Hosts had left the Imperial Admiral’s landing platform with a personal escort from Pandora and Visca, entering the atmosphere of the Nameless Planet, that Protos commander finally spoke, indicating his intention to leave.

Indeed, just as I remember, the Protoses often display a certain indifference and detachment towards lives outside their own race, not out of arrogance, but a natural insensitivity–they seldom care for anything beyond their own convictions.

“Of course, I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing. I hope we have the chance to meet again in the future. May victory and freedom always be with you.”

As my words came to an end, the massive Imperial Fleet symbolically moved back half a kilometer, a distance that was negligible compared to the combat radius of a cosmic warship, but it nevertheless visibly relaxed the already high-strung Du Han. Subsequently, the Protos Fleet, having played no part, disappeared from our sight.

The efficiency of the Xyrin Hosts was astounding; in just a few hours, the magma-ravaged surface of the planet began to form three shining silver patches that were expanding rapidly. Compared to building complex military bases, shaping alloy ground using nanomachine swarms was unbelievably fast.

On the fiery Red Giant Star, the silvery bright patches spread with alarming speed, like a rapidly worsening case of psoriasis…well, something like that. The entire planet looked as if it were being infected by something, gradually being covered with a layer of armor.

“Imperial Fleet prepare to land. Flagship emit navigation commands.”

Bubbles’ voice mingled with that of a synthesized electronic female voice as a pre-set portion of the landing warships, including the massive “Imperial Admiral,” slowly detached from the array and descended towards the ground.

“Wow, I swear their calves must have been cramping when those ‘Divine Race’ left,”

Watching the silvery white alloy ground rapidly expand in his view, Tex exclaimed to disguise the fact that his own calves were cramping.

Reynolds gave his old friend a sideways look, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his statement, then continued to observe with curiosity those rapidly “growing” alloy grounds. This method of building was clearly different from any of the three major races in this star zone, and even if he wasn’t a scientist, his curiosity was fully piqued.

The “Imperial Admiral” finally landed on the largest of the three silver patches, which by our landing had expanded into a metal whole one thousand kilometers on a side. Not only was it formidably robust, but also isolated the still semi-molten Earth’s crust below. Along with the swift expansion of this metallic ground was a huge Energy Shield, perfectly simulating the ecological environment of Earth: even though my body had been enhanced to the point of being able to travel in outer space, I still wasn’t too keen on aerobic exercises in an atmosphere of three hundred degrees Celsius filled with highly poisonous volcanic steam.

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