Chapter 122: The Trisolarans are so miserable, Ultraman is preparing to send warmth!

Just as the myriad realms were heatedly discussing the Trisolaran civilization's survival condition.

The Trisolaran officials, who had remained silent all along,

finally posted an extremely high-profile bulletin in the Wanjie chat group.

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: Friends of the myriad realms, you see!

This is the curse borne by our Trisolaran civilization! Our survival environment is as harsh as purgatory, and our bodies are as lowly as weeds!

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: But! This cruel universe has taken away our emotions, yet cannot take away our yearning for light!

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: When the great heavens descend, when we see the great Ultramen of the Land of Light fighting to protect the weak,

Our Trisolaran people's ice‑bound souls finally welcomed the dawn!

Our admiration for Ultraman has already surpassed the limits of cosmic dimensions!

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: May the Supreme God Civilization be above us! The Trisolaran Fleet wishes to forever follow Ultraman's footsteps!

Even if we go through fire and water, even if the fleet is destroyed, we will not retreat half a step!

Please, great Land of Light, bestow your mercy and take in us, these wandering souls of the universe!

These words were extremely earnest, even abject to the extreme, and immediately caused an uproar in the chat group.

However, before anyone could respond, that extremely eye‑catching pink bulletin slowly drifted out again.

【Darwin's Mutation Universe—Qu (Ultraman King‑filled version)】: You old folks sure talk a lofty game—talking about following light, about going through fire and water.

Put bluntly, you just can't stand the torment of those three suns, and you want to hurry up and kowtow to the big shots of the Land of Light so they'll act as your free 'Hou Yi' to shoot down the suns for you!

【Darwin's Mutation Universe—Qu (Ultraman King‑filled version)】: If the Ultramen can't help you solve those three suns, would you still kneel so properly and speak so affectionately?

Stop pretending to be devout believers—you just want to freeload off the great kings' power!

This Qu has already seen through your faces!!

This vicious, extreme‑level criticism directly pierced the Trisolarans' bottom line.

Inside the flagship of the Trisolaran First Fleet.

The Executives' collective brainwaves instantly plunged into a violent overload state.

Having their thoughts laid bare in public by an alien meatball,

For the Trisolarans, who uphold absolute rationality,

this is more painful than killing them.

The Trisolaran Leader immediately seized back the highest authority and launched a frenzied counterattack.

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: Shut up! You filthy, disgusting, sin‑laden mutant mass!

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: Our Trisolaran civilization's reverence for the Supreme God Civilization is a truth etched deep in our minds! How dare you, a lowly alien fit only to eat filth, desecrate this here!

【Trisolaran Fleet Official】: The greatness of the Supreme God Civilization lies in upholding cosmic rules and in spiritual resonance!

You pitiful creature, whose fake kindness comes only from forced brainwashing, have no idea what true reverence is!

You are nothing but mud under Ultraman's feet—get out of the chat group!

Faced with the furious, flustered barrage from the Trisolaran officials,

【Darwin's Mutation Universe—Qu (Ultraman King‑filled version)】: You're already crying in frustration.

Land of Light, headquarters of the Universal Defense Force.

Several high‑ranking Ultraman warriors,

watching the Trisolaran officials and Qu argue on the light screen like market‑women squabbling, they all felt a moment of speechlessness.

"Is… this what inter‑universal communication normally looks like?"

Taro scratched his horn, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to this style, "I always feel their bickering is very down‑to‑earth."

Ultraman Father withdrew his gaze, hands clasped behind his back, his mighty eyes showing the sorrow of an elder.

"That Qu's nature has been twisted, so it's bound to be a bit mischievous."

Ultraman Father spoke solemnly, "But this Trisolaran civilization indeed took me by surprise."

He looked toward Seven and Zoffy:

In the universe, almost all civilizations that survive extreme adversity become extremely aggressive, like a starving wild wolf.

But the Trisolaran civilization, though weak and its survival environment extremely harsh, still maintains such high respect and reverence toward us.

Their urgency and anger in the bulletins are merely because their faith in us has been misunderstood.

Ultraman Father gave a slight nod,

"Rare, truly rare."

No comparison, no harm!

After enduring the impacts of alien Qu and the like of Charlie Lucy and other heaven‑defying aliens,

Ultraman Father now felt the Trisolarans were really too delicate‑featured.

A civilization, struggling to survive in such an extreme environment,

has not given up hope of continuing life, but instead tenaciously resisted.

Most importantly, the Trisolarans appear kind and peace‑loving.

After all, a civilization that venerates Ultraman as a supreme god—how bad could it be?

For a moment,

Even Ultraman Father, this tens‑of‑thousands‑year‑old Old Ao, felt a little tearful.

At last…

A normal civilization has arrived.

A civilization like the Trisolarans, mired in fire and water, now needs the Ultramen to save them!

Seven stepped forward, his red fist pounding his palm.

"The captain is right."

Saiwen spoke solemnly, "Gazing at the Trisolaran civilization's such passion and resilience, having bitterly endured 197 attempts in the blazing fire, they never gave up their longing for light."

"If we don't lend them a helping hand, I feel we would be betraying the original intention of our Ultraman spirit."

"Yeah."

Zuofei laughed and responded from the side, the star medal on her chest flashing with dazzling light,

"Helping the weak and protecting those struggling lives at the edge of the universe is naturally our Cosmic Security Force's unavoidable duty."

"The Trisolaran civilization has put things this far, so sincere, it actually makes us old soldiers feel a bit embarrassed."

"Several Ultraman warriors exchanged glances, each seeing affirmation in the other's eyes."

"As embodiments of justice, they have a natural lack of immunity to the halo of the Virgin Mary for this miserable and help‑seeking species."

"Saiwen stood with hands on hips, gazing at the distant horizon, a longing look in his single eye."

"I am a planetary observer by background."

"Saiwen volunteered,"

"Once the sky curtain finishes its scan, let me first go to the Trisolaran star system."

"He paused, his tone carrying a hint of beautiful anticipation:"

"The will to survive of these strong Trisolarans in dire straits."

"As similar as the Earth I once garrisoned and the humans I deeply love."

"Two species equally resilient and equally yearning for peace."

"Saiwen, full of anticipation, planned the future:"

"Once I help stabilize those three runaway stars in the Trisolaran star system,"

"Perhaps I can play matchmaker, introducing the Trisolaran civilization and Earth's humans to each other."

"They will surely become great friends, walking hand in hand across the sea of stars, together composing a fine tale of cosmic peace!"

……

"The sky curtain continues."

【197 times civilization's destruction did not completely erase this species' will.】

【In the terrifying cycle between the chaotic era and the stable era, Trisolarans never gave up the hope of continuing civilization.】

【In order to find a new home where they could thrive under blue skies and stable stars, the Trisolaran civilization exhausted all resources and built a massive interstellar fleet.】

"The picture then changed."

"In the black depths of space, thousands of Trisolaran warships were arrayed in a strict formation."

"The cold, hard metal shell reflected the violent light of the three stars."

"The engines spewed ethereal blue plasma trails."

【Every individual in the fleet is the Trisolaran civilization's finest elite.】

【They bore the species' last fire seed, embarking on a long and unknown cosmic wandering journey.】

【All for the sake of finding, in the vast universe, a place suitable for continuing civilization.】

"Wandering Earth, Navigator Space Station."

"Liu Peiqiang hovered beside the hibernation pod, staring at the massive fleet on the sky curtain."

"He raised his hand and pressed his twitching brow."

"It is likewise a wandering civilization."

"Liu Peiqiang spoke softly,"

"Trisolarans face three suns looming in the sky; we face a solar helium flash."

"Their desperate situations are remarkably similar."

"For the sake of species survival, they were forced to abandon their home star and sail into the unfathomable dark universe."

"Liu Peiqiang felt an indescribable resonance."

"On the adjacent metal hull, a red circular electronic eye slowly turned."

"MOSS's synthetic sound echoed in the quiet cabin."

"According to data‑model calculations, the Trisolaran civilization's escape is an absolutely rational survival choice."

"The red light frequency was steady."

"In an extremely harsh celestial system, abandoning the home star while preserving core genes and technology for interstellar wandering is the optimal solution for continuing civilization."

"This is highly consistent with the underlying logic of the Wandering Earth Plan. MOSS hereby expresses its approval."

"Super Beast Armored World,"

"Huo Linfei looked up at that solemn interstellar fleet."

"He clenched his fists tightly, brows furrowed."

"For the sake of continuing civilization, they actually became cosmic wanderers en masse."

"Huo Linfei sighed aloud,"

"No home, no endpoint, only able to grit their teeth in the cold void of space. These guys' bones are really tough."

"Star Human Federation, flagship of the Fourth Fleet."

Grand Marshal Sidney sat in the command chair, coldly observing the droplet-shaped warships on the sky curtain.

He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the barrel of his sidearm.

"A pack of homeless dogs driven out by the sun."

Sidney threw the handkerchief onto the ground,

On the myriad-worlds barrage, many civilizations' sympathy for the Three-Body made her very uncomfortable.

Aliens are aliens, don't be fooled by their pitiful appearance!

Such a fleet fleeing into the universe will only become space pirates that plunder resources, even posing a threat to humanity!

There's absolutely no need to pity them!

Warhammer 40K Universe,

Primarch Roboute Guilliman gazed at the formation of the Trisolaran fleet, a hint of solemnity crossing his deep eyes.

Capable of reshaping civilization through repeated destruction, and even stepping out of their homeworld.

Guilliman rested both hands on the table,

Such extreme tenacity and fervor for survival are precisely what the Imperium most needs when facing Warp demons.

Deep in the Warp.

In the ever-shifting crystal labyrinth, Tzeentch let out a sharp laugh.

That laugh pierced the dimensional barriers.

Suffering. Struggle. Drifting.

The Lord of Change plucked at the invisible threads,

The melody of fate is truly wonderful.

The more a soul craves survival, the sweeter the energy it erupts with when faced with betrayal and despair.

Trisolaran World,

Earth,

Space Army Underground Base.

Zhang Beihai stood before the massive screen in a crisp uniform.

Inside the base, other officers chattered about the Trisolarans' tragic fate.

Zhang Beihai remained silent.

His gaze was locked firmly on that wandering fleet.

He was analyzing.

From the length of its wake and the engine's spectrum, he calculated the fleet's maximum speed.

From its droplet-shaped hull, he assessed the armor's protection rating.

Sympathy is meaningless.

Although the Trisolaran civilization's plight is tragic, to Earth they are indeed genuine aggressors, unforgivable.

Sympathy and pity for the enemy are utterly ridiculous!

Zhang Beihai's fingers hanging at his side rubbed lightly.

This fleet will be humanity's greatest nightmare.

At the same time, Red Coast Base.

The bitter cold wind howled.

Ye Wenjie stood beneath the massive radar antenna in a heavy coat.

She lifted her gaze to the sky, her aged face showing no extra expression.

Once, she regarded the Trisolarans as the lord who would descend to Earth and save humanity's flawed nature.

But now everything has changed.

Since seeing the Land of Light's roster on the sky screen and witnessing the miraculous power granted to mutant aberrants by the Ultraman King,

Ye Wenjie's faith shifted completely.

What kind of lord are these Trisolarans who can't even control their own homeworld's climate?

The Ultraman of the Land of Light possesses the mighty power to alter rules and reshape souls, and is filled with selfless love.

They are the true prime deities!

You are nothing but a pitiful bunch of refugees.

Ye Wenjie coldly gazed at the Trisolaran fleet on the screen, her tone flat.

The life or death of the Trisolarans is utterly meaningless to her.

At that moment, the Land of Light.

On the plaza of the Universal Defense Force Headquarters, the atmosphere was fervent.

After watching the full report on the Trisolaran civilization's tragic history on the sky screen, Ultraman Father withdrew his gaze.

He turned to look at the Ultraman Brothers behind him.

These lives struggling in dire straits prove their resilience.

Ultraman Father's voice boomed, 'They neither blame heaven nor resent others; through relentless effort they have sent the fire of civilization into space.'

Taro crossed his arms and nodded repeatedly.

Their admiration for us on the barrage comes from the heart.

Taro turned his head to look at Seveng,

This is a kind and hopeful civilization; they deserve to be saved.

Zoffy adjusted his red cape, indicating agreement.

The mission of the Universal Defense Force is to protect such a weak yet tenacious species from being consumed by stellar disasters.

Seveng stepped forward and pressed the ice axe on his head.

His eyes flashed with determined light.

'Captain, let me contact them.'

Seveng called up the communication panel beneath the sky screen, 'They've been drifting in the dark for too long.'

We should give them a bit of the Land of Light's warmth.

Father of Ultra nodded slightly, agreeing to the proposal.

Sàiwén extended their finger and quickly entered characters on the panel.

【Land of Light—Sàiwén】: Hello, Three-Body Civilization. I am Sàiwén, the planetary observer of the Land of Light, Ultraseven!

We have seen your plight on the firmament; if possible, the Land of Light is willing to extend a helping hand.

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