Chapter 152: 151: This Is How Our Primitive Civilization Is – 4K, Please Subscribe

The March civilization is a very young civilization; when the Great Summer discovered the March people, they were still at a very early stage of civilization.

They had not developed any technology, and the ceiling for supernormal individuals was also very low.

The Summer dynasty explored the March realm using a clumsy method: launching probes toward the destination at the edge of the star system, and further increasing the probe's speed by several large arrays along the launch path.

By this method, humanity's probes could traverse the Oort Cloud at maximum speed and, following a preset program, reach the target location.

After arrival, a long period of observation would follow.

When the mission was complete, the probe would begin its return, using a gravitational slingshot around a massive body in that star system to accelerate and set off homeward.

Three hundred years for the outbound leg, two hundred years for exploration, nine hundred years for the return, totaling fourteen hundred years.

As an extremely young civilization, there were many things the March civilization had never encountered.

Or, as a newborn, they had not yet been polluted by this bizarre twisted universe, nor had they witnessed many strange, twisted things.

Being unable to wield a high degree of supernormal power is not necessarily a bad thing; after all there is a saying, "Ignorance is fearlessness."

But now, when this newborn civilization steps into the graveyard of another pioneer civilization, they will also receive the impact of that contamination.

In space, corpses can certainly not be properly dealt with.

Even within a planet's atmosphere, despite the atmospheric barrier, a poorly handled corpse will still turn into those bizarre twisted monsters.

And here, in the unshielded outer space, it is even more so.

The soul cannot leave the dead body, trapped in a highly twisted cage, day after day, year after year, never to be reborn.

Three calamities entering the body, eight difficulties entangling the body, the resulting things are thousands of times stranger and more bizarre than the "evil corpses" within a planet's atmosphere.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha……"

When this massive ship appeared, countless corpses floating in space were awakened, rushing to collide with the ship.

One after another, in just thirty seconds, this five‑kilometer‑long vessel was already covered with countless evil corpses.

Their gazes could pierce the thick armor plates straight to the interior of the research ship, and their sounds likewise.

At this moment, an extremely bizarre laughter echoed through every inch of the ship.

"He he he, ha ha, ha ha ha ha……"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

They kept pounding the ship's armor, the sound reverberating inside as if it were only a thin sheet of iron.

Just a glance at their faces would be enough to deliver a massive mental shock to a person.

This is something that the vast majority of people in this world have never encountered in their lifetimes.

It is not the kind of "bizarre" found in movies or novels; it is a genuine, reality‑based distortion.

"Audience friends, there is no need to panic."

Just as all the March people became stunned and dazed by this extremely bizarre, strange scene, a voice suddenly rang out.

That voice contained a certain power sufficient to calm hearts and steady souls.

The voice prevented everyone's consciousness from freezing due to self‑preservation mechanisms and allowed their thoughts to flow again.

Of course this was not Wang Wu's doing; Wang Wu was still outside watching the spectacle.

A few people in strange uniforms appeared on the bridge, also appearing in the eyes of all the March people watching this live broadcast.

"Space is a very dangerous place," a handsome man stepped before the camera, taking over from female host Luo, and spoke to the camera.

"It is not only those dangerous celestial bodies; it also includes the universe itself."

"For many years we have discovered many bizarre things in space; they represent distortion and also chaos."

"We have not widely announced those things, because knowing them would only bring disaster to the whole world."

"But as humanity steps into the universe, some things inevitably must be faced."

"Comrades," the man spread his arms, directing everyone's gaze to the screen.

"What you are now seeing is the true nature of this universe."

As the man finished speaking, the five‑kilometer‑long massive research ship burst into blue light in the pitch‑black starry sky, and all the evil corpses clinging to its hull were instantly consumed by the blue illumination.

"Whoa, that's pretty fierce."

Seeing the blue‑lit warship, Wang Wu was also a bit surprised.

These March people still have a couple of tricks up their sleeves, but it's not surprising; after all, they can already perform spatial curvature navigation—how could they explore the universe without some skill?

So after thinking it over, Wang Wu decided to go inside the ship and take a look.

The steps to enter the spacecraft were the same as when he previously entered the East Horizon Star outpost base.

Knock, then go in, done.

Although he could not understand the March people's language at all, nor could they understand his, gestures were already sufficient.

Body language is always the most useful language.

"When will the Federation fleet arrive?"

In a certain room of the warship, Xu curled up in Bai's arms, asking his lover.

Of course this was not something they accomplished in one go a few days ago; they simply do this every day.

"Why ask that?"

Bai gently kissed his lover and said:

"Their generals' affairs have nothing to do with us, and such secret operations they could never tell us their movements."

"Our ship has already reached the border planet, and will soon enter its atmosphere; haven't you always wanted to see that civilization's city? We'll see it soon."

While saying this, Bai's waist continued to exert force, watching his lover's brow furrow and his breathing deepen, a sense of achievement rose in his heart.

Since achieving transcendence, his physical strength has become incomparable to before.

Life on the research ship is very dull; although technology now allows humanity to transmit data at faster‑than‑light speeds, it remains an extremely costly technology, so crew members cannot surf the internet at any time.

But even without the internet, the internal LAN is still fine.

The long voyage can be passed with various forms of entertainment, and for someone like Bai who already has a companion, there are naturally even more ways to amuse themselves.

Moreover, even though it's only half a year, the ship's umbrellas have already consumed more than half of their stock.

"No, no… we still have to… in a moment…"

Xu struggled to push her lover away, but the other's strength was hard to resist.

In the end, the time still arrived twenty minutes later.

Xu came out of the bathroom and changed clothes. The research vessel had by then entered the atmosphere of the border star, and the researchers were about to begin their work.

What they didn't know was that, in the dark starry sky, a fleet was slowly approaching from that direction.

Yin people's starships lack long‑range jump capability, but by using a special "network channel" within the system, they can travel at faster‑than‑light speeds freely inside this Solar System.

This network channel is technology provided and built by the Star people.

It was the work of the Zhou people who once tried to restore the territorial peak of the Great Summer dynasty, but everyone already knows how it ended.

Nevertheless, the network channel is still useful; even after tens of thousands of years without maintenance, its quality remains solid.

Inside the atmosphere of Quarrel Meteor Star.

"This is…"

Although she had previously seen photos and models returned by probes, seeing it with her own eyes still deeply shocked Xu.

The ship's researchers didn't descend, but thanks to the sensors on the robot, those lying in the control cabin could still clearly sense the allure of this alien world.

"So beautiful…"

While operating the robot and looking around, feeling the planet's extreme cold and watching the city completely frozen by ice, Xu sighed.

"Indeed," her lover nodded as well.

"But the civilization here seems to have regressed to a prehistoric level," a voice said, belonging to neither Xu nor Bai.

The Solar System, another planet, that is Earth of this world.

A massive vessel tore through space and appeared in the sky of that planet.

Capsule drop pods shot from the ship's belly toward the ground, and amid clouds of dust, soldiers clad in powered armor emerged from those "capsules."

Even though the world before them was pitch black, the powered armor's special visor could easily pierce the darkness.

"What a strange planet, winter here is perpetual night all day."

In a powered‑armor squad, a soldier glanced at the cavalry constantly charging from the distant plain toward them and laughed over the comm channel:

"Wow, this cavalry seems pretty fast."

Soon, the 'distant' cavalry had surged to within only a few kilometers.

At that moment, realizing the speeds were mismatched, it was already too late.

Two hundred and forty kilometers per hour.

When the HUD on his helmet displayed the enemy unit's speed, his whole body went numb.

He hurriedly raised his weapon to aim, but the captain gave no order, so they naturally would not fire on their own.

Soon, the ancient cavalry rushed to their front in a very short time.

"@@……《【】》hdxv?"

The rider's mouth opened and closed as if to say something, but because of the language barrier, communication was naturally a wishful hope.

"Raise your guns," the captain's command rang over the comm channel.

In an instant, all team members raised their weapons, aiming at the cavalry squad.

"It seems there's no way to communicate with these outsiders, and they appear hostile."

Seeing the March people squad raising their weapons, the cavalry unit's captain Huo Lin said to his men.

"What should we do?" a cavalryman rode forward and asked Huo Lin.

"Then kill some first, and capture some," Huo Lin decided quickly and ordered, "Begin."

"Yes!"

In an instant, all cavalry raised their hand‑crossbows.

"Fire."

Following Captain Huo Lin's command, a dozen steel needles whistled out, targeting the powered‑armor soldiers ahead.

The powered armor, normally resistant to armor‑piercing rounds, became extremely vulnerable at that moment, easily pierced by crossbow bolts rotating at nearly twenty Mach.

Then came a violent explosion, with flesh and shattered armor plates scattering everywhere.

Just a dozen crossbow bolts were enough to annihilate the entire powered‑armor squad.

"So these are the March people?"

Huo Lin rode forward, looking at the corpses on the ground, his face under the helmet showing some embarrassment.

He hadn't intended to kill all the March people; their armor was indeed solid, but…

But honestly, it's more show than substance, isn't it?

That's a bit too trashy.

He sighed, Huo Lin raised his hand and instructed again, "

Continue, keep searching; there are many of those things that fell from the sky, remember to leave a hand, they're truly fragile."

"Understood."

The hooves clattered as the cavalry rode toward the distant places where flames flickered.

This was probably the most lively Great Cold in nearly a century, the sky lit by massive flames, turning perpetual night into perpetual day.

Wang Wu was now on Quarrel Meteor Star; although he couldn't understand the March people's language, the monitor he left outside the Solar System alerted him as soon as the March fleet jumped toward the interior of the Solar System.

Without hesitation, after receiving the alert, Wang Wu immediately notified Tian Ling.

During the Great Cold, the whole world was shrouded in darkness, clearly unsuitable for military action; heavy casualties would lead to disastrous consequences.

But sometimes, there are things that just can't be helped.

"What is that!?"

"What on earth is that!!!?"

An object shot toward the warship at 517 Mach, yet because of its payload it inflicted little damage.

In the bridge of the warship, March Federation First-Class General Ke stared at the missile exploding on the ship's hull, utterly bewildered.

What bewildered Ke wasn't the 517‑Mach missile, but the people.

One person after another.

Their speed was over 300 Mach—much slower than that unknown missile, even about half as fast.

Yet what reached that speed was not some "thing," nor an artificial construct.

Because it was "human" itself.

"Heh heh, what's the matter? You look scared."

Inside the bridge, a woman whose beauty Ke could not describe floated in the air.

She looked down at Ke and let out a "heh heh" laugh.

Ke didn't know what it was; Ke only knew one thing:

When that cold blade flashed, the warship I was on turned from fully enclosed to open‑top.

(End of Chapter)