Start a Base

Li Yunpeng's fleet continued to move forward in the darkness.

Looking around from the battleship, the universe starry sky completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a black mass of wriggling monsters.

The dark red armor makes the whole world red.

Li Yunpeng has always had a worry in his heart, that is, whether these red-armored creatures are sporadic or commonly exist among galaxies.

The planetary shield of the fleet is consumed extremely fast, and it will take more than a year to reach Saturn by itself.

If Saturn is besieged by red-armored creatures at this time, will the seven thousand layers of planetary shields in reserve be able to last until he rushes back.

There is its own foundation there! Living with a wife and children!

Once these red-armored creatures break through the defense, no one will be spared.

Because there are so many of them.

Murphy's Law, sometimes it is so mysterious, I am really afraid of what will happen.

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Jupiter orbit.

Metal pipes extend directly from outside the atmosphere to the outer layer of Jupiter's atmosphere, and then continuously extract hydrogen, helium and other substances from it.

The length of each metal pipe is tens of thousands of kilometers.

The reason why such a huge metal pipe can transport substances stably is because the outer wall of the pipe is equipped with a nuclear fusion engine every few hundred meters.

It is the power provided by countless nuclear fusion engines that can resist Jupiter's strong gravity and maintain its orbital position.

Walcher commanded the fleet and was transporting these materials non-stop.

"Let's work harder, we are not far from the goal of 3 billion tons!"

Wascher encouraged all his subordinates through the internal communication channel.

3 billion tons, according to Wang Lang's standards, is enough for all 300,000 soldiers of his fleet to hide on Saturn.

These Ameras are doing their best for this goal, at great risk.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, don't worry, in half a month, we will definitely complete the goal!"

The ministries made a solemn promise.

Wascher was very satisfied. During this period of time, they were non-stop around the clock, people resting on warships, continuously transporting supplies to Saturn and Moon, and finally they were going to get together the task of 3 billion tons.

3 billion tons! I don't know how many times they can go around Saturn and Moon.

Walcher stared at Jupiter and swore secretly in his heart.

"If you survive this catastrophe, I swear to use all means to return the humiliation I suffered today!"

No wonder it is so resentful. Washer, who has been cantilevered across the north for tens of thousands of years, has destroyed countless first-level and second-level civilizations. He didn't expect that he would become a porter of a newly promoted second-level civilization!

Its cold eyes turned, and then the pupils shrank suddenly. Washer accidentally saw that a metal pipe extending into Jupiter's atmosphere suddenly broke into countless sections.

While the pipe was flying, a group of crimson UFOs were rushing towards it.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Walcher reacted in a jerk, and immediately shouted.

Although they were working as porters, the Ameras, who were always threatened by catastrophe, responded very quickly.

They dropped all their work and immediately returned to their combat positions without shouting at all. The only thing they could do at such a close distance was to fight to the death!

Outside the atmosphere of Jupiter, the Armera fleet fought with the red-armored creatures.

Although the Amera Fleet can do nothing about Saturn's planetary shield, the level of close combat is really not to be underestimated.

Every melee combat machine can face two red-armored creatures. Thousands of monsters that suddenly appeared were quickly killed on the spot.

Wascher looked around in horror, and after confirming that it was completely wiped out, he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, these things, wouldn't they be the so-called catastrophe? If so... this... .This... run away!"

After Walcher spoke, his voice began to tremble.

Because it saw that from the direction where the barefoot creature appeared just now, a crimson cloud was rapidly approaching.

It is impossible to estimate how many red-armored creatures this cloud is composed of.

The Ameras, who had just won the victory, were frightened by the situation before them before they were happy.

Fortunately, after being reminded by Washer, he reacted, controlled the spaceship to turn around and run away.

All kinds of weapons are fired to the rear like no money.

In a very short period of time, all the hydrogen bombs in the inventory were thrown out at once.

Saturn is not far ahead, and the light from countless hydrogen bomb explosions behind him is stronger than the sun. Wascher doesn't even have the desire to look back.

The record of defeating thousands of monsters is nothing but tens of millions of monsters!

Moreover, these red-armored creatures are obviously not that easy to deal with.

The hydrogen bomb wiped out a lot, but it didn't reduce the size of the red armor army at all to the naked eye.

These things can actually fly at the speed of light in a short period of time, and even most of the conventional flight speeds are faster than the American warships.

"This, this is the real catastrophe!"

Wascher's heart was trembling. He saw with his own eyes through the camera that the backward battleship was dismembered, and his soldiers were pulled out. The large pincers on the mouth of the barefoot monster were directly inserted into the soldier's body, and then the soldier's body , shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, only a few

In seconds, it turned into a withered body and was discarded casually.

Walcher has seen brutal murderers and barbarians eating raw flesh and blood, but he has never seen such a weird thing.

"Quick, quick, stop them, stop them!"

Wachel yelled loudly while running wildly.

However, after witnessing the horror of the scarlet-armored creature, no one dared to hesitate half a step, and all fled desperately.

Whoever runs slowly will only end up being sucked into it.

Vacher fought and fled, and after experiencing some tough resistance, he left half the corpses and battleships of his fellow soldiers, and finally escaped back to Saturn alive.

Before the people arrived, they directly covered Saturn with radio bursts.

"Wang Lang, Wang Lang, let me in quickly, the catastrophe is coming! Hurry up!"

Not only Wang Lang received Wascher's call, but everyone on Saturn who had radio receiving equipment also received it at the same time.

The people suddenly boiled up, and those who can initiate radio bursts must not be idle people. What is the catastrophe he talked about... What is it?

Fortunately, human beings have always been plagued by disasters, so the nerves of ordinary people have become much more relaxed, and there is a lot of discussion, but there is no confusion.

The high-level human beings put down all the work at hand and ran to the military headquarters immediately.

The commanders who have been here have come up with preliminary countermeasures and let Vachell in. Although the catastrophe blocked the invasion, the black hands behind the Amera civilization do not know who it is, so it cannot die.

After the opinions are unified, Wang Lang will implement them.

"Washer, I just sent you a coordinate. There is a temporary interstellar port. All your warships and weapons must be left there, and then return to the atmosphere by our cargo spaceship. Note, we only Soldiers without any weapons are allowed to board the ship, and if anyone is found to have hidden weapons, they will be executed on the spot!"

The situation was urgent, and Walcher asked straightforwardly: "The fleet stays there, you won't steal...won't you take it away?"

Wang Lang sullenly said, "When is it? As long as your fleet is still there after the catastrophe, they will still be yours!"

Wascher just instinctively asked if there was any room for bargaining.

"Well then..."

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