I know this ancient god

Everyone's expressions became serious, especially Yin Huazang's. He is someone who has personally experienced the disaster in the Shaoyang Galaxy and understands how much destructive power an ancient god can produce.

As the commander of the fleet, he saw with his own eyes the people of the Shaoyang Galaxy being massacred by the ancient gods, and even his subordinates had no chance of survival. He was the person who could not let go of the disaster in the Shaoyang Galaxy the most.

He would never allow a similar disaster to happen again.

He solemnly said: "I will lead the fleet back as quickly as possible! How much time do we have?"

The leader shook his head slightly: "If the predictions of the Academy of Sciences are correct, there is still plenty of time, just return at normal speed. Don't be too anxious, don't damage the sub-god server."

Yin Huazang nodded: "Understood!"

The leader was silent for two seconds and then said to An Beike: "Have you decided on your code name? What is it?"

Anbei replied seriously: "Hope."

A smile appeared on the leader's face: "Hope? You want to bring hope to the people of the Federation, right?"

Anbei replied: "Yes, leader."

"I believe you can do it." The leader smiled, "I really can't wait to talk to the new god of our federation in person."

Anbei lowered his head in embarrassment.

There were vague whispers on the other end of the communication.

The leader apologized: "I still have some official business to deal with, so I won't disturb you. Just finish the deployment and come back."

"clear!"

The light screen goes out.

Yin Huazang looked around everyone in the conference room, and finally his eyes stopped on An Bei's face. He said seriously: "Start Plan B and return immediately. This operation will be a test of the results of the God-Creation Project. There is no room for error. lose."

Anbei nodded seriously.

Yin Hua Zang held up the water cup containing the bitter concoction and said, "Then let's dismiss the meeting."

Everyone got up and left.

After everyone left, there was a continuous coughing sound in the conference room. Yin Huazang slumped on the chair, clutching his chest, with a mouthful of bloody phlegm floating in the water glass in his hand.

He took out a capsule from his pocket and swallowed it. After a long time, he gradually regained his composure, and then stared at the dark metal ceiling and fell into silence for a long time.

Plan B proposed by Yin Huazang is a special plan specifically designed to deal with emergency recalls. This plan will abandon some facilities and restore the fleet's operational capabilities as quickly as possible.

At this time, all the sub-god servers have been moved back to the fleet. With Plan B mobilized, the fleet can set off in less than a day.

The time soon came to 6pm local time.

The fleet returned.

The pitch-black machinery group converged in a certain airspace, forming a mighty steel army, spraying blue flames and disappearing into space after a burst of bright light.

The fleet returned fully loaded with the power of faith filled with servers and slowly sailed into the space base near the Northern Star.

Tang Xuan and Lin Wan were about to leave the battleship together, and they walked side by side in the corridor.

Tang Xuan inquired: "How much do you know about the resurrected ancient god?"

Lin Wan replied: "I heard that he is an ancient god related to thunder. He is resurrected in no man's land. It is much easier to deal with than the last time."

Tang Xuan nodded: "This is good news."

The location where the ancient god revives directly determines the difficulty of the crusade.

If the Ancient God resurrects on the living planet, the Federation will inevitably be unable to use weapons of mass destruction. Without using weapons of mass destruction, it will be almost impossible to defeat the Ancient God.

And if the ancient god resurrects on the living planet, his strength will grow very fast. The ancient god from the amusement park last time was able to resist the space bomb not long after his recovery.

But if the ancient god resurrects in no man's land, everything will be different. The Federation can unleash space bombs at will, and now Anbei is also there. The opponent cannot quickly increase its strength by absorbing human faith, and the success rate of the crusade has skyrocketed.

Lin Wan whispered: "More importantly, this ancient god who controls thunder is the only ancient god we know of who is related to thunder and lightning. The Academy of Science suspects that this ancient god is related to Anbei's ancestors."

Tang Xuan was stunned.

Anbei is a favored person with the power of thunder.

During the crusade against Magma, the souls trapped in the Kingdom of Magma showed respect to Anbei because they saw the power of thunder displayed by Anbei.

Apparently the God of Thunder is a powerful deity.

But it's still the early days of the ancient gods' revival. If this god related to thunder is the god that Anbei's ancestors believed in, is it too early to appear?

Tang Xuan's eyebrows wrinkled.

He knew more than the Federation. He knew that the ancient god would hide part of his power before falling asleep and inherit it after falling asleep.

The ancient god in the amusement park last time was very strong. His strength was partly due to his resurgence near the living planet, and partly because he inherited the power he left behind.

If the ancient god who resurrected this time is really the God of Thunder believed by Anbei's ancestors, their troubles this time will definitely not be small. Because the more powerful the ancient god is, the more power he has left for himself, and the God of Thunder is definitely not a weakling.

Tang Xuan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Lin Wan asked confused: "What's wrong with you? Your expression is so serious all of a sudden?"

Tang Xuan said seriously: "Please convey this to me and let the federation be fully prepared. The ancient god who has resurrected this time is likely to be much more powerful than we imagined."

He was worried that the Federation would despise the resurrected ancient god just because the god-making project was successful.

"How do you know? But I will tell the Federation." Lin Wan took Tang Xuan's arm and said, "Actually, even if you don't say anything, the Federation will not relax. After all, the tragedy of the Shaoyang Galaxy is still very close. In front of you."

Tang Xuan said seriously: "I hope to blow up this planet directly and kill the ancient god before he can revive."

That's what he really wanted to say.

He heard that the Federation had already digested part of the knowledge he brought and expanded the production line of space bombs based on this knowledge, preparing to gradually deploy space bombs as regular equipment to major fleets.

There are more and more space bombs. Instead of waiting for the ancient god to revive, passively accept them. It's better to take the initiative and blast them and the sleeping planet to rubble before the ancient gods revive.

Lin Wan shook her head and refused without thinking.

She explained: "We can't do this. The ancient gods' bodies are in the sequence space, and the planet is just the anchor point they set. Destroying the planet will not kill them, it will only delay their recovery. It makes no sense to obscure their recovery position."

Tang Xuan frowned.

So, no wonder those powerful technological civilizations in the past did not discover the ancient gods. It turned out to be because their sleeping place was not in the real world, and they were probably not well hidden.

In this way, we can only wait for the ancient gods to jump out on their own.

The two stepped off the battleship.

This is a military base. Although there are speeding cars everywhere, everyone is very busy and no one specially comes to greet them.

"Damn it! I won't let you go!"

The strange man stood in the void with a gloomy expression, clutching his right wrist tightly. His entire right hand was covered with criss-crossing deep purple veins, and there were three deep claw marks on the back of the hand that were emitting a strange purple light.

This man is none other than Parmachus.

He planted a name-seeking crow on Tang Xuan, hoping to cause trouble for Tang Xuan after the banquet. But when Tang Xuan found out, he decisively reported it, and the gray cat butler punished him severely.

The mysterious cat clan is famous for its strange methods.

In order to heal himself, Bamachus deliberately used rare herbs. But not only did the herb not heal him, it was also ignited by the substance contained in the claw marks, causing more profound secondary damage to him.

"It hurts. Let's go back and analyze it first."

Bamachus wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with a thought, winding black lines lit up in front of him. The spreading dark lines outlined the outline of a door in front of him, and the strange man stepped in and disappeared.

Parmachus appeared in a magnificent palace.

"See the secret master!"

Accompanied by the roar of the audience like a tsunami, a crowd of people knelt on the ground under the throne.

These people were summoned by Parmachus before attending the banquet. At that time, he felt that the time spent attending the banquet was only a realistic second, and it was completely too late to hold the meeting again after attending the banquet.

Balmachus snorted angrily.

The constant pain in his hands made him have no desire to lecture these people.

The people who knelt under the throne felt frightened and pressed their upper bodies lower, their foreheads almost touching the floor.

Parmachus called in his heart: "By grace, come quickly."

A white figure appeared next to the throne.

"Secret Master, what's wrong with your hand?"

This was a handsome young man. He glanced at Bamachus's hand and asked with concern in his voice.

Parmachus said displeased: "When I meet a guy who doesn't know how to live or die, sooner or later I will cut him into pieces."

This young man only looks young, but his actual age is about the same as Bamachus. He is a medical technician of the organization. He has mastered all the currently known medical spells. He is also a rare talent in the vast void. In the organization His status is only slightly lower than that of the Secret Master.

"Help me see what unscrupulous tricks those cats used on me." Bamachus endured the pain and said, "I applied a medicine myself before, but it had the opposite effect."

"What did the Mysterious Cat Clan do to you?"

The young man raised his hand and shot a light green light at Bamachus' right hand. The fresh fragrance of flowers and plants spread in the air, and the painful look in Bamachus's eyes suddenly became much weaker.

Balmachus looked down and saw that his hand was wrapped in a hazy green light. As the green light rippled, wisps of coolness flowed over the wound, which effectively contained the pain.

He clenched his right hand and asked, "What kind of technique is this?"

The young man shook his head gently: "This is not a technique, this is the life spring of the elves."

When he heard the words "fountain of life", Bamachus understood.

The spring of life is an extremely precious medicine. It was brought into the void by the elves and underwent an amazing transformation. It can heal most injuries, relieve pain that cannot be cured, and prevent the deterioration of injuries.

Balmacius looked down at his hands.

The wound has not healed, it just doesn't hurt so much? So the spring of life water cannot directly heal him.

"Let me see what the essence of this technique is."

There are many ways to leave wounds that cannot be healed on the human body. Maybe it is leaving a highly adhesive alien energy? It may also be releasing some substance that prevents healing.

He had to first figure out what the flashing purple light on the wound was? Then he could prescribe the right medicine.

The young man gently held Bamachus' hand.

Bamachus gasped in pain.

The young man comforted him: "Don't be nervous, relax."

He stared curiously at Parmachus's wound.

The Mysterious Cat Clan has always been wild, and healing the wounds caused by the Mysterious Cat Clan is a challenge to him to some extent.

He raised his hand and set up a silent barrier.

"The Eye of Truth!"

In an instant, his eyes turned silvery white, and his body exuded a bone-deep coolness.

Parmachus asked: "What is it?"

The young man's expression suddenly changed: "Not good!"

He let go of Bamachus's hand and peeled off the spring of life from Bamachus' hand, but his movement was still a little slow, and the nearly half of the spring of life that had not had time to be peeled off suddenly started to burn.

Bamachus wailed in pain: "Ah!!!"

Terrifying waves of sound surged in all directions, and the silent barrier was shattered by the impact. The people under the throne looked at the ferocious-looking Parmachus in the throne in confusion. They didn't understand what was happening.

The boy quickly strengthened the silent barrier and injected an anesthetic into Bamachus.

Half a minute later, the spring of life was burned out? Bamachus leaned back on the chair exhausted, and the strange purple veins had spread to his elbows.

He asked in horror: "What's going on?"

"Your wounds and blood vessels are covered with a kind of purple bug." The young man said slowly. "This kind of bug usually stays asleep. When it encounters energy-rich substances, it will wake up. Then it will swallow these substances and reproduce. Wait until it is finished. Then he continued to sleep."

Bamachus gritted his teeth and said, "Gu?"

The young man sighed and said: "The medicine is ineffective? It can only be removed through surgery. Please be patient."

Bamachus nodded slowly.

The young man stretched out his index and middle fingers, and a sharp blade appeared out of thin air between the two fingers, with light like water droplets flowing on the blade.

Balmachus's hand floated in mid-air.

The boy's expression became serious.

"here we go."

The sharp blade traveled up Bamachus's arm, cutting through Bamachus' skin and blood vessels as smoothly as a hot knife cutting through butter. The young man was the best healer, and he quickly peeled off Parmachus' arm completely.

Bones, blood vessels, fat, and muscle fibers were all clearly exposed to the air. The knife edge was not disordered at all. It cut everything that should be cut and avoided everything that did not need to be cut. The closely connected human tissues looked like a A carefully crafted piece of handicraft.

Threads of purple substance flew out from the cut place and gathered into a small rotating ball in the air.

Bamachus looked at the little ball expressionlessly.

After a while, the young man put away the knife and all the purple matter was extracted. He nodded to Bamachus and said, "Okay."

As soon as Bamachus thought, his cut arm healed quickly, leaving no trace of scar in the blink of an eye. He clenched his fists without feeling any pain, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

The young man raised his hand and sucked the purple substance floating in the air into a reagent bottle: "Let me study these, maybe they can become our new weapons. Speaking of which, how did you offend the mysterious cat?"