The Insect Race Civilization possesses a main cannon capable of obliterating an entire civilization with a single shot.
What level might that main cannon be? Level 80, 90, or even as high as Level 100?
Shuttle ships have already departed together, to draw slower monsters away, aiming to gather all the monsters in the pink area "Tropical Jungle" here for a one-ti resolution, while Chen Mang at this ti is controlling the Fixed Star as it slowly moves above the giant pit.
The powerful magnet sucks all dropped items into the refrigerator inside the train cabin.
"Doomsday Death Certificate" *178.
Indeed.
When killing high-level monsters in the pink area, there’s a chance of dropping Doomsday Death Certificates, but the drop rate isn’t very high, although he obtained 178 Doomsday Death Certificates in one go.
But his Level 25 missile killed nearly ten thousand high-level monsters in one shot.
Only dropped 178 Doomsday Death Certificates.
Which is equivalent to a probability of 178 in ten thousand.
Not very large indeed.
Next, as long as a doomsday morial service is held, it can satisfy the conditions for the train to reach Level 22.
"..."
After a mont of silence, Chen Mang picked up the intercom and softly said: "Old Pig, a guard died in the Undersea Maze of the Fixed Star in the green area ’Shahe Plain’, what was the number of that guard?"
"That guard’s number was 78."
"Prepare a morial service for him, arrange for mourning and trumpets."
"No problem, Master Mang."
Since the developnt of Fixed Star, not many people have died; this guard who died in the Undersea Maze is almost the only one.
He then looked at other items dropped by this batch of monsters.
Many can be useful.
For instance, there are many Accessory Blueprints, with the lower quality ones like white and green being the least in number, and they were left aside, while so red ones he deed useless were left in Neon City.
The most suitable accessories for the Fixed Star Train are only two types.
"White" and "Seven-Color".
After a brief organization, he looked towards the Target Detection Radar, nurous red dots gradually appeared within the radar’s range, and another batch of monsters was approaching the designated spot following the shuttle ships.
In terms of sheer number, the monsters in this area aren’t many, but they are all high-level indeed.
...
"Mourning?"
Sitting in the No. 7 carriage compartnt, Old Pig imdiately thought of the big guy with resident number 1998, who served as a vanguard on the Fixed Star, completing many exploration missions, and worked in mourning ceremonies before doomsday.
This kind of thing is most appropriately handled by this big guy.
"President Ai, please contact resident number 1998 and have him co over to ."
Then he looked at the notebook on the table with a slightly complex expression.
The developnt of the Fixed Star has been growing larger and larger.
This ans anyone could be useful; even an experience like working in mourning ceremonies before doomsday, seemingly irrelevant, can co in handy.
It’s quite good.
...
Old Pig worked efficiently, starting the morial service in the residential area rely ten minutes later.
"Doomsday Death Certificate", nowhere near as difficult requirents as the Doomsday Marriage Certificate.
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"Special Tool": Doomsday Death Certificate
"Item Effect": Holding a morial service for a deceased train resident under the witness of at least 100 train residents, significantly increases the train’s ’Human Progress’.
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It doesn’t increase any Heritage Value.
Nor does it increase any Reputation Value.
Unlike the Doomsday Marriage Certificate, there are no gold, silver, or copper options, extrely simple.
"Drip drip drip!"
Alongside the highly recognizable trumpet sound, amidst the sound of gongs and drums, eight n dressed in black with white cloth on their heads carried a steel coffin on their shoulders, observed by hundreds of residents, and walked toward the earthen pit.
The gong stopped.
The man with resident number 1998, dressed in black with a grief-stricken face, walked onto the stage, looking toward all the residents.
"Dear family mbers."
"Today we gather here not to mourn the end of a world, but to rember the traces he once existed."
"The sky may no longer be bright, the earth may be riddled with scars."
"But—"
"Human dignity and the choices faced before death still shine brightly in the last monts!"
"This is the first funeral hosted by the Fixed Star, and it certainly won’t be the last."
"In the green area ’Shahe Plain’, a guard with resident number 78 sacrificed himself in the adventure map Undersea Maze to protect his teammates."
"Nearly two years have passed since the birth of doomsday."
"We have created beauty, and condoned destruction, but at this mont, please touch the hand of the person beside you, this may be the last temperature of Water Blue Star Civilization."
"The Fixed Star will be the Noah’s Ark in the doomsday, everyone who can board the Fixed Star Train, you are blessed."
"Now."
"Let us together hold a mont of silence for this martyr who sacrificed for the developnt of Fixed Star."
The man on the stage first lowered his head in grief, and the residents below also bowed their heads in silence, while only a trace of helplessness flashed in Zhang Yiren’s eyes in the crowd, knowing that the identity of the martyr was set, he surely wouldn’t get the resident number 78.
That number will remain vacant there forever.
No one can take it.
However...
Upon learning that this man died protecting his teammates, it also brought him a slight sense of solemnity.
He admits he is not a good person, and it’s difficult for him to sacrifice for others, so when he hears this kind of thing, he often holds it in high regard.
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