I know this ancient god

Tang Xuan asked: "If an intelligent life wants to install peripheral programs for itself, how long will it take?"

Daybreak No. 1 replied: "Based on the size of the opponent's fleet, the minimum time required is no less than one month, and the maximum time is no more than three thousand years."

Tang Xuan was surprised and said: "How long is the longest?"

Dawn One dryly repeated: "Up to three thousand years."

Intelligent life has a very shallow concept of time. For them, no matter how long it takes, it is just a matter of turning on and off.

Tang Xuan smiled bitterly. He felt that he might not be able to obtain the space technology of the woman in the white dress.

He reached out and tapped his watch a few times and dialed Lin Wan's number.

Lin Wan answered instantly.

Tang Xuan didn't wait for Lin Wan to speak, he said first: "The transaction is completed, let everyone know that we are ready to go home."

Lin Wan asked with concern: "Is everything going well?"

Tang Xuan shook his head: "There are some twists and turns. I'm afraid we won't be able to get the space technology she promised us."

He told Lin Wan the speculation about the missing woman in the white dress and Daybreak One.

Lin Wan thought for a while and then asked: "Are you going to wait here for a month or leave directly?"

"We have been stagnant here for a long time. We must go back and take a look." Tang Xuan paused. "I plan to leave a few broadcast beacons here. When she wakes up, she should be able to see it."

Although he is anxious to return to the Federation, this does not mean that he has given up on the space technology of the woman in the white dress. He will leave a few beacons here and tell the woman in the white dress to put her skills in the beacons when she wakes up, and he will send someone to pick them up.

Lin Wan agreed: "This is a good idea."

Tang Xuan nodded slightly: "Let everyone prepare, I will use the neutron battle star to take us back later."

The neutron battle star has the ability to jump in groups and has sufficient energy reserves to take the entire crape myrtle star away. By comparing the star map, he already knew the position of himself and the Federation, and could return at any time.

As for the other two planets here, he will adjust their orbits before leaving to ensure that they will not collide due to the gravitational imbalance caused by the return of the ball.

They have received the technology provided by Ziwei Star. I believe that there will be rapid development in the next hundred years, and maybe they will be able to meet them in the wider universe soon.

After receiving the news that they were about to return, the people on Ziwei returned home from the streets and waited anxiously for the jump. They had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

"Mom, can we go back to find dad?"

A little girl nestles in her mother's arms.

Her mother caressed her cheek lovingly: "Of course, baby."

Mom quietly looked out the window and saw an ocean-like blue sky that was very different from usual.

Planet Radio:

"Countdown to return!"

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Seen from space, both the Neutron Battle Star and the Ziwei Star are wrapped in a ball of blue energy. At the moment when the countdown ended, the faint blue energy enveloped the Neutron Battle Star and the Ziwei Star and rapidly shrank inward, as if they were crushed.

call out--

The two planets disappeared without a trace.

Chuchuchu!

boom!

The communication channel was filled with the sounds of gunfire and artillery fire. In addition to these two sounds, there was also a sound that sounded like tearing cloth, but this latter sound was often accompanied by heart-rending screams.

"Detachment A0054 requests fleet fire support!"

The voice was filled with fear and panic.

"Detachment A0054 requests fleet fire support!"

"Repeat! Request from Detachment A0054!"

The call for support ended abruptly in the screams, the equipment seemed to have been destroyed, and a blind beeping tone came from the other end of the communication channel.

This communication is not unique.

The atmosphere in the battleship was heavy. Everyone was staring at the old man at the end of the long table. They were all waiting for the old man to give them orders.

"General, what should we do?"

A male officer asked with a sad expression.

The old man snorted coldly: "I just read the information. The monster just woke up from its slumber. It should be still very weak. The Marine Corps suffered heavy losses because those untouchables usually neglected training."

He opened his mouth and branded the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles below as untouchables, and mocked them for neglecting training.

However, no one sitting at the table uttered a rebuttal.

The old man looked very unhappy as he thought about the reported battle damage figures. He originally thought that this was a fat job. After killing the resurrected monster, he could make a fortune by selling its corpse.

Now it seems that it will be good if he can use that money to stop the public in China. It is really a loss-making business!

The air in the conference room was stuffy and made him feel restless.

He asked dissatisfiedly: "Why is it so hot here?"

Another male officer wiped his sweat and replied: "General, our battleship's temperature control system has recently had a problem. It sometimes works and sometimes doesn't work. It works in some places and doesn't work in other places. We haven't had time to report it for repair."

The old man was not in his flagship at this time, but in an ordinary main battleship in the fleet. There was no other reason. The battle situation on the ground became increasingly fierce, and he had to change to a warship with a complete communication system to serve as the headquarters.

The old man said angrily: "The temperature control system is faulty. Why didn't you tell me before I moved the headquarters here? Do you know how dangerous this is? What kind of crime is this?"

To put it more seriously, a failure of the temperature control system may cause the entire ship to abnormally heat up, causing everyone to be burned to ashes; or it may drop the temperature so much that everyone is frozen into ice.

To put it mildly, since modern warships have multiple safety procedures, unless there is a particularly serious temperature control system failure, a slight temperature fluctuation will make people uncomfortable, but it will not cause any major problems.

The temperature control system of this warship only malfunctioned slightly intermittently in some areas, which was not a major problem. In addition, this is an emergency dispatch and there is no time to repair the battleship, which is excusable.

Whether to punish the battleship commander or not, whether to punish him lightly or severely, is all at the whim of the old man.

The male officer replied cautiously: "You didn't ask either."

This sentence made the old man very angry.

He pointed at the male officer's nose and said loudly: "You"

"I am Minister Singh's nephew." The male officer blinked, "If you want to punish me, it's best to ask my uncle's opinion first. He doesn't like his family to be dealt with at will."

The old man's anger had already welled up in his throat, but he swallowed it back after hearing this.

Minister Singh—Minister of Defense?

This bastard turned out to be Minister Singh's nephew. No wonder the Ministry of National Defense approved equipment for me more quickly than for other people. It turns out that there is such a young man hidden in my fleet.

The minister's nephew teased: "General, what did you just say?"

The old man seemed not to have heard the slightly disrespectful words of the minister's nephew. He said in a gentle tone: "You go out and cool down. It's too hot here. Don't suffocate you."