Then, soone let out a scream, "Oh my God! Look at Source Star!"
Everyone finally reacted and looked up.
The people belonging to the old faction showed no expression. After all, in their eyes, this was the fate of the wild people and low-level citizens, reasonable and expected.
Dying in a violent explosion is ultimately happier than having one's brain harvested one by one, at least it is painless and without fear.
The ti is too urgent, they must leave imdiately, otherwise, the leaders of the old forces believe Viscount Ren Zhong would choose to harvest everyone's brain before leaving.
Although the Source Star Colony had already exceeded the human brain planting task, now the starship embryos are nearly all dead or injured, and the loss is considerable. After all, those are 18 billion human brains, considered hard currency and assets in the Empire, which could sowhat compensate for the lack of starship embryos.
But the senior personnel from Ren's Group showed another expression.
Their pupils suddenly dilated, their mouths opened wide.
Being so shocked, everyone's nostrils unconsciously expanded as their bodies started to lean back involuntarily.
In their eyes, the originally blue Source Star had turned into a massive fireball.
A mushroom cloud rose to the sky, violently breaking through Source Star's atmosphere, throwing air out.
A great beam of light ca diagonally like a flying knife piercing into Source Star, tearing apart the cloud cover and creating ripples that spread in all directions.
So people's gaze followed the beam to the distance, seeing the star system level main cannon charging for a second ti.
Further away, the skies above Yuanjin Star and Mars also glowed with the light of destruction and death.
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune appeared to have been crowned with blazing wreaths.
Between the orbits of Jupiter and Mars, on the inner and outer asteroid belts beyond Neptune's orbit, small fire spots appeared.
Only the forr rcury, now the body of the "Net," escaped harm, having already departed the ecliptic plane, ascending to a higher position, and was being pulled by hundreds of transport ships operating at full power, along with its own engines, in pursuit of the main fleet.
A loud thud was heard from the front of the hall, followed by a burst of crying, then hysterical roaring.
"It's over, all over! Everything is over! Hanyu, Wen Lei, Yujin... all over! Why, why is this? What the hell is this? Boss, why did you do this! Everyone trusted you, you clearly said... I don't understand! I don't understand!"
Ou Youning, sprawled on the ground, slamd the floor hard, shouting hoarsely into the darkness ahead.
Beside Ou Youning, Zheng Tian clenched his fists, his face pale, his body trembling uncontrollably.
If it was the old Zheng Tian, he might have also thrown himself to the ground like Ou Youning, crying and thrashing. But now, knowing her identity as the fleet's second military command, she had to hold her composure.
No matter how much doubt, sadness, or incomprehension inside, she must hold firm.
Her vision blurred montarily as the darkness behind the throne seed to transform into a flood, threatening to pull her down.
She bit her tongue hard, using the sharp pain to stimulate her brain, planting her legs firmly on the ground to support herself against collapse.
Further ahead, Ma Xiaoling sank limply to the ground, muttering to herself, "I was wrong. I really was wrong."
On the battlefield, she was a fearless warrior, almost omnipotent.
Killing without blinking, over the years, there were billions dead by the hands of the moral committee she ford.
Though Ma Xiaoling was always guiltless, at tis she questioned herself about killing too much, once seeking comfort from Ren Zhong.
Ren Zhong told her, as long as those killed deserved to die, there is no guilt. You are the executor of the law, the arbitrator; you act for the law, you are not the executioner. Those who really killed them were themselves.
Ma Xiaoling believed him and erged from the shadows.
But now, she was on the brink of collapse.
She thought of Yu Chengde. Before leaving, she tried to persuade this long-lost blood relative to board the ship with her.
But Yu Chengde said: "Xiao Ling, your father has passed away. I'm only left with you, other family long laid to rest here. Where they are is my ho. I'm too old to travel far. Empire matters can be left to you youngsters. You know I'm good at training people; perhaps you'll need support in the Empire, so I might as well stay on Source Star, just in case we can pick up a few combat geniuses among these 18 billion, like you and Ren Zhong. Besides, if you all leave, there must be a master left here, I naturally should take it up. You can rest assured."
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