Black Tortoise Star, Central State City stadium.
The triennial "Alchemy Master Conference" is in full swing, with the stands fully occupied by spectators, no seat left empty.
At this mont.
All the alchemy masters have been introduced and are on stage, ready to start the first round of competition. After eliminating a portion of them, they will proceed to the next round.
But just then.
"Woo—Buzz—Woo—Buzz!"
"Woo—Buzz—Woo—Buzz!!!"
The piercing alarm resounds throughout the entire stadium.
No...
No, it resounds throughout the entire Central State City!
All the red indicator lights of the city are flashing urgently, and in just a mont, all light sources in the city transford into "red" and "green." A series of green indicator lights cover the city, forming countless vein-like patterns.
These green indicator lights are pathways leading to bomb shelters.
The spectators who were watching the competition abruptly changed their expressions and rushed out of the stadium using all sorts of thods; so took to sword flight, others piloted chas, and still others ran briskly towards the exits.
This is the highest alarm!
This alarm only goes off when invaded by "Insect Race Civilization"!
Everyone knows they are located in the "Star System 27," at the very western edge of the "Kasha Civilization Federation," closest to the Insect Race Civilization. Once war begins, this star system will be the first to be heavily targeted.
Yet for so many years, war never started, and initial concerns gradually turned into disregard of this matter.
Hundreds of years.
Enough to smooth out a lot of things.
But—
On this day, the Insect Race Civilization truly arrived!
The group of alchemy masters and the host on stage no longer cared about the triennial Alchemy Master Conference; everyone ran madly outside, the "bomb shelters" being their last refuge.
If the planet were to be affected, hiding in the bomb shelters might still save their lives.
But if the highest level of warfare truly erupts, with potentially hundreds of stars bursting, then even hiding in bomb shelters would be a dead end. In such level of warfare, it doesn’t matter where you hide.
Individual strength is virtually useless.
This is the power of civilizations, the clash between two major civilizations!
...
"..."
Chen Mang looked gloomily at Zhang Qiudao, who ran back with that young alchemy master from the "Poisonous Snake Sect," without saying a word, imdiately taking a few people through the fridge back to the Fixed Star Train parked outside the city, leaving the fridge behind.
He hadn’t expected the war to erupt so quickly.
He didn’t want the war to erupt.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn’t want it.
He hasn’t fully developed yet, his current Fixed Star Train is still very weak, and he hasn’t accrued enough resources. With Level 100 armor, he cannot influence this war, not to ntion influencing it, he might struggle to survive.
He hoped, before he fully developed, that no war would erupt.
But evidently.
Things went against his wishes.
Chen Mang stood inside the Fixed Star Train room, gazing at the "Star System Map" on the screen, which showed no sign of "Insect Race Civilization" army invasion. This is normal, the Star System Map can only show planetary distributions, not detailed troop movents.
He then looked at the screen of the "Target Detection Radar."
"None?"
He frowned slightly; his Target Detection Radar is Level 200, with a detection range of 0.1 light-years. At this mont, within the radar’s scope, only "Kasha Civilization" train troops are rapidly gathering in the star system.
No sign of any Insect Race Civilization army.
At least not within 0.1 light-years range.
His Target Detection Radar is Level 200, and he doesn’t think the Insect Race Civilization can evade his detection, aning... the "Insect Race Civilization" army might not have entered Star System 27 yet, a pre-emptive alert?
"We need to leave here imdiately."
Without hesitation, Chen Mang, after confirming with Ai that everyone had boarded the train without any ommission, imdiately prepared to pull the lever and depart from "Black Tortoise Star," with no ti to linger.
Star System 27 is about to be engulfed in flas of war, turning into a at grinder scorching countless stars into oblivion.
But at this mont—
Nurous extrely dazzling beams suddenly appeared in the originally bright sky.
Silently.
If it were normal tis, Chen Mang might even savor them, as they indeed looked beautiful. But now, he only had one thought.
It’s over.
All is over.
He couldn’t even capture the traces of Insect Race Civilization on the radar before the war erupted, almost instantaneously, those beams were manifestations of nurous "Akanon Light Energy Cannon" and other cosmic level seven-color firepower accessories erupting.
The Target Detection Radar clearly shows the intensity of those beams all reach Level 101.
Just beyond the defense capability of "Fixed Star" armor.
The cost of one such beam requires hundreds of billions of resources, yet now, as if money is no object, they continued to madly bombard and shoot in the sky.
At the sa ti.
The public loudspeakers in Central State City, parking lots, and other places simultaneously broadcast loudly.
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"Level One Combat Readiness."
"All those who leave the planet without authorization, and trains located in outer space shall be designated as targets for strike."
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"Return to Poisonous Snake Sect."
Chen Mang’s expression changed slightly, quickly scanned the remaining resources within the train, and upgraded the "armor" to Level 102. Rising only 2 levels consud almost all the stored iron ores in the train.
This armor level should essentially withstand frontal bombardnt.
The universe is temporarily out of escape options.
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