I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

Xiao Ping felt as if he was in a dream.

From Yuanliao being shrouded in dark shadows, to the rise of the Federation's world, having its own place in the chaotic star field, all of this has undergone such a huge change in just a few years.

Things are different and people are different, and the vicissitudes of life may be nothing more than that.

But Xiao Ping knew that, in fact, the time in this world was far longer than he felt. During that journey in the starry sky, they sailed under time dilation, and their time was narrow.

Of course, at this moment, none of that matters.

Today is Xiao Ping's birthday. During dinner, he had told the kitchen to order a bowl of noodles for him, but He Xiuran personally brought a group of people to bring him a cake, and half of the high-rises of the building congratulated him.

Xiao Ping originally wanted to drive these people away, because he still has a lot of work to do, and everyone has a lot of work to do, and it is too much for human beings to manage the huge interstellar field with their limited energy. Difficult, for this reason, if they want to maintain the smooth operation of the entire Federation, they cannot do without more hard work.

What is a birthday compared to the future of the Federation.

But Xiao Ping changed his mind later, and swallowed back the ugly words that had come to his lips, and gave everyone a chance to congratulate. There were many people who came, and they were all people who could make the Federation tremble. Some of them had different purposes, but some of them really wanted to celebrate his birthday sincerely.

After the cake was distributed and everyone dispersed, Xiao Ping gave himself a rare vacation—he was going to rest for half an hour.

So he stood up from behind his desk, opened the window and walked to the balcony, staring at the city and sky outside.

A few minutes ago, he got good news. It is said that Su Chen woke up in the depths of the distant experimental field.

He felt a little relieved. This is the best birthday present he received today.

In terms of love, there are not many people in the Yuan Liao era.

Yu Li, the federation needs him to live.

During the short break, Xiao Ping's thoughts began to diverge. He thought that the "family" of Yuan Jingcheng that Joanna entrusted to him before seemed to have been appeased. He also thought that the new spaceship factory had already started construction on another planet... …

Looking up, in the sky, the spaceship of Rogia civilization has long disappeared.

They are afraid of the shadow of the original life, and dare not stay here, but choose to give up and leave. This is the prudence of civilization. They are full of the advanced technology of the Tandan people, but they are unwilling to take such a terrible risk. .

Sometimes Xiao Ping was also thinking.

Proto-life and Tandan, where are they now? Will it kill him in the blink of an eye?

Thinking of this, even Xiao Ping's mood will inevitably become less peaceful. He is not willing to imagine the scene of the current vibrant Federation turning into scorched earth.

However, that's really nothing. Because they have also spread the fire and opened up an unknown new home in the depths of the unknown starry sky.

That is still the Human Federation, but it seems that it has nothing to do with the Federation here.

But Xiao Ping wasn't really afraid of Tandan people or proto-life, because they were too powerful, and when the gap was large enough, they couldn't bring fear.

In the universe, there will never be such fears and threats.

In fact, when no one knew about it, Xiao Ping would quietly read the legends about the glorious era of human beings and the era when the twenty-seven gods shined in the starry sky collected from the chaotic star field and the empire information database, and he was quietly excited, but That's all.

Civilization has the appearance of civilization.

No civilization can really grow into a towering giant tree in a greenhouse. The universe is dangerous, and civilization is self-interested. If you want to move forward, you must first learn to breathe under danger.

The Federation is on the move.

The crystal cluster has already mastered the experimental field. Although the Federation has not yet gained any substantial benefits from it, it is only a matter of time.

The crystal cluster can't get along with its race, but it's just right for it to come to the Federation.

Xiao Ping needs it, and the Federation needs it. In fact, Xiao Ping didn't like crystal clusters very much, but that didn't matter anymore.

With the technology of the Tandan people, maybe more talented people can emerge from the Federation, and maybe those talented people who are stuck can also break through the bottleneck.

He saw the bright lights of the distant city in the night, and saw the silhouette of a huge spaceship looming in the sky above his head.

He is so small compared to this planet, this universe, this world, but he can do so much more.

He believes that the federation will become stronger and stronger.

He also believes that threats will always come, even if it is not Tandan people or original life, it will be other existences and other threats.

Whether they can survive or not depends on their own efforts.

Xiao Ping's eyes moved slowly, looking towards the distance of the galaxy, the direction of the empire.

He heard that the empire had parachuted a new Apocalypse Knight [Lu Shu], the four Apocalypse Knights had been re-staffed, and a newcomer took the place of Ma Qisi. It was the Apocalypse Knight hand-picked by the emperor. He was airborne, but the match was perfect. Before he became the new Lu Shu, his resume was even blank. Some people said that he was a dead man trained by the emperor before finally surfaced. On the surface of the water, some people said that he was Ma Qisi, but no one knew the real truth.

Guan Ling voluntarily stayed away from the capital to guard the frontiers of the empire.

The emperor was busy with drastic reforms, hoping to change the past and revive the glory of the empire for thousands of years.

The Empire and the Federation look far away, like two brothers competing with each other.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ping couldn't help but laugh a little. He pushed his glasses, and at this moment, the alarm clock on the table behind him rang.

Xiao Ping was slightly taken aback, recovering from the scattered thoughts.

It turned out that it was the half-hour break time.

The alarm clock was reminding him to return to his busy work and return to his post.

Xiao Ping took a step forward, returned from the balcony to the back of the desk, straightened his clothes, and then sat down slowly.

He turned his head and glanced at the picture frame on the table.

The glass photo frame is blank, and there is nothing inside, but in Xiao Ping's eyes, it seems that there is a family portrait inside.

In the family portrait, there are real family members whom he hardly cared about, as well as those comrades-in-arms of the Federation who died before him. Those names, those faces... have all been scattered in the galaxy, but they are forever engraved in Xiao Ping's memory , an empty photo frame, but it seems to have everything.

Xiao Ping asked softly: "Did I do it? Did I live up to your sustenance?"

The office was empty and no one responded.

Xiao Ping was silent for a while, and returned to work at his desk.

...

...