"And you haven’t noticed?"
"In our galaxy, the Insect Race Civilization is the most powerful. Maybe there are other strong civilizations around, but they are all blocked by the Insect Race Civilization. We are located at the rear of the Insect Race Civilization’s base camp, which is certainly dangerous."
"But from a certain angle, it also counts as being protected."
"Other powerful civilizations won’t co here."
"Under the protection of the Insect Race Civilization, we can quietly develop until we finally amaze the world!"
"Try firing 10 more shots!"
Chen Mang, sowhat insatiable, smashed the crimson button on the control panel again. If these beams really hit any civilization, the counterpart would surely sense his goodwill, as he was only firing beams at 1-level attack strength, unable to kill anyone.
That kind of feeling.
Like receiving a letter sent by an old friend from hundreds of years ago.
Ti always bestows nurous anings on an envelope.
Like aged wine, rich and intoxicating.
After getting a thrill, he then manipulated the Constant Star Train to set off on its return journey. He could no longer test the attack intensity; once out of the universe, he would try on other planets to see the power of the Level 50 "Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon."
The only pity is.
Upgrading consus too many resources.
From Level 1 to Level 50, it consud a whopping 4.5 billion units of iron ore.
As he glanced just now, the resources required for subsequent upgrades are even more expensive. So, without hundreds of billions of units of iron ore, it won’t reach Level 100, though he doesn’t need such a high-level main cannon for now...
...
Seven-Color Region, on the equatorial core.
A middle-aged man glanced around, and when he saw no one was noticing him, he leaned the pickaxe on the ground and started to slack off, whispering to a man who was busily working beside him: "Buddy, the guards aren’t watching over here. Why work so hard when nobody’s watching? No one sees it."
"Why not take a break together."
Humans are social animals.
The greatest significance of a criminal gang is not how much help the gang mbers can offer you, but that it allows you to commit misdeeds more comfortably.
For example, if a person is punished by the teacher to stand, he may feel fearful, but if seven or eight people are punished to stand, there is so reliance on the numbers.
This is the greatest significance of a gang’s existence.
Just like the lazy man at this mont, who wants to slack off but feels a bit uneasy seeing everyone around him working hard, desperately hoping soone will slack off with him, which would make him feel much more at ease.
"..."
The mining man glanced at the middle-aged man, smiled, and casually replied: "Pink Zone ’Tropical Jungle’, a newcor to the Constant Star Train, right?"
"You missed a good ti."
"Back then, the resident treatnt was upgraded quickly, when it ca to you, there were not many ores left to mine. Now that you finally have a pile of ore to dig, why not hurry and dig more, otherwise I’ll worry about you, how will you upgrade your resident treatnt."
"You really have a big heart."
"The current resident treatnt is quite good, as long as you can eat enough, have a place to live." The middle-aged man squatted on the ground and muttered quietly: "I know that in Neon City, one unit of iron ore can be exchanged for a Fixed Star Coupon."
"Yet you all excavate so much ore just to receive that little Fixed Star Coupon, I don’t understand your thinking."
The man originally didn’t intend to waste ti responding to this middle-aged man, but upon seeing Pig Train Captain coming over from the corner of his eye, he seriously spoke: "Brother, your awareness is sowhat lacking."
"First of all—"
"You need to understand, Neon City’s client base is for the Train Captain. Those train accessories, can you use them?"
"Secondly, you must know that we were able to excavate so much iron ore not because we are so capable, but because Master Mang can find so much iron ore. You cannot believe all the credit is yours just because you mined the iron ore."
"Finally!"
"During Doomsday, Master Mang protected my safety, provided with a place to live and food, allowing to have basic dignity during Doomsday. I feel paying a bit of iron ore in return is without any issue."
"Your awareness, honestly resembles living before Doomsday, not surviving during it."
Just then—
Beside him, Pig Train Captain ca over smiling, sowhat surprised looking at the man: "High awareness indeed, worthy of being an old resident of the Constant Star Train."
He then casually glanced at the middle-aged man who quickly stood up pretending to work.
"Take him away, send him to a few days of political lessons."
"This guy’s ideological awareness is sowhat low, needs improvent."
"Yes."
Imdiately, two burly guards stepped forward, holding the middle-aged man in their arms, heading towards the refrigerator not far away.
...
Neon City, the streets crowded with people.
Due to the gradually increasing number of people, the originally defined area is already sowhat inadequate, and an additional street has been opened to accommodate more people.
At this mont.
Many Train Captains were gathered at the bulletin boards on the sides of the streets.
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"Neon City ownership belongs to Constant Star Train."
"It’s unfortunately announced to everyone."
"Water Blue Star is expected to collapse and perish within 2–3 years. This is an irreversible process, and the Constant Star Train plans to start in a month, leaving Water Blue Star to escape the encirclent of the Insect Race Civilization and seek life."
"Train Captains interested in joining the Constant Star Train for Interstellar Escape can visit Sun City for a detailed understanding."
-
This bulletin board has already been on display since more than ten days ago.
And it had also given all the details to everyone about the current situation of the universe. They also knew that Water Blue Star was located at the rear of the Insect Race Civilization and understood the terrifying nature of the Insect Race Civilization.
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