91: Let us shout in unison—

(Bonus chapter for the tip from 2S38 Plium)

(Cheers for the Russian Federation boss!)

(Currently owing 10 chapters)

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Under fast-forward playback, the footage of that space station reached its final scene.

After clicking send on a set of data, the bald man sat down and looked around — —

He was the last living person in this command station.

The remains of his comrades had long since decomposed, leaving only bones. The only things still accompanying him were the full-coverage Exoskeleton on his body and the command station that had yet to cease operation.

And today, the command station that had accompanied him for thirteen years finally exhausted its energy, issuing an alert for a full system shutdown.

Originally, thirteen years ago, he should have walked toward the end with his comrades.

But his gun jammed — — among the twelve warriors gathered in a circle, bidding each other farewell, only he was ruthlessly grabbed by the hem of his clothes by unreasonable fate and dragged back.

At that time, he just stared blankly at the eleven comrades who had fallen.

They had originally agreed to set off together, but he was left behind.

Yet, just as he was in a daze, the radar screen of the command station suddenly issued an alert detecting a Warship assembly.

The piercing "beep-beep" sound awakened him, causing him to numbly reload his weapon.

Looking at the large number of red dots on the screen representing the assembly of super capital ships,

He realized — — those damned aliens had actually turned this place into a forward base for invading humanity!

He, who had originally intended to follow his comrades, suddenly felt an unnamed fire ignite in his heart — —

Since he could no longer follow in his comrades' footsteps,

Then he would remain in this desperate world and take revenge on these aliens from the shadows!

He knew that due to a lack of foundation, those aliens' development of the Void was far inferior to humanity's.

If not for the tools captured from humanity, they wouldn't even be able to stably open the Void.

As it happened, the command station beneath his feet was equipped with a small Void Wave Radar.

Although it was a defective imitation from the Voyager Federation, not only was its operation slow, but it also consumed a massive amount of energy.

But for monitoring those aliens who basically had no air defense capabilities, this Void Wave Radar was practically like a dimensional strike!

Just like that, for thirteen whole years,

He repeated a set of actions for thirteen years — —

Wake up, turn on the Void Wave Radar,

Pray devoutly during the long wait — —

He didn't know any gods, nor did he believe in any religion.

He just prayed to the Second Empire Emperor from history who could lead humanity to crush all aliens, and prayed to the roaring Void Wave Radar before him.

He prayed for his own stable operation without being discovered, and prayed that the machine before him wouldn't encounter any malfunctions he couldn't handle.

Subsequently, after the detection was completed, he would send the exported results to the nearest star marker — — it would act as a relay, sending the signal to every corner covered by the Void Channel.

Whether some entity heard his prayers, he didn't know,

But this defective product in his hands, which should have been full of malfunctions, actually ran stably for thirteen years!

For thirteen years, he had not received any response, nor had he received any news from humanity.

Every day, the only things coming and going in his world were alien Warships.

He had fantasized countless times about the human army using the key intelligence he provided to destroy the alien fleet like a hot knife through butter, achieving one great victory after another — — whenever he fantasized about this scene, his heart would surge.

That was the only motivation that had kept him bitterly holding on for thirteen years — —

"Click!"

Suddenly,

All lighting systems turned off completely, and the hanging glow sticks slowly lit up.

The air circulation system, running at a minimum, would also completely lose power in ten minutes.

Sitting in the chair,

He stroked his bald head and looked through the narrow window at the twinkling the multitude stars — —

Inside the dark command station, the starry sky was incomparably bright and dazzling.

"So the universe is this brilliant?"

"I always thought it was black."

Gazing quietly out the window, this warrior who had just finished a 13-year-long expedition suddenly felt incomparably exhausted — —

Back when all his relatives and his hometown were shattered under the iron hooves of the alien race, he had been left with nothing but a shell filled with hatred!

"Air circulation system about to shut down."

"Repeating,"

"Air circulation system about to shut down."

"20, 19, 18, 17..."

"Hahahaha hahahaha!!!!"

He suddenly took off the Exoskeleton helmet and laughed up at the sky.

In an instant, the smell of decay rushed into his nasal cavity.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

He suddenly drew the pistol hanging at his waist and shouted with all his might — —

"I have not failed the name of humanity!"

"heretics will eventually be incinerated by the fury of humanity!"

"I will be in hell — — waiting for you!!!!"

"Bang!!!"

That pistol finally let out a roar that was thirteen years late.

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The footage ended.

"Time-Space Walker mission bar advancing."

"fifth era 0% —> 4%"

"Fourth Great Decay 0% —> 2%"

"Mission reward: proxima centauri coin * 12000, Encrypted Technical Archive * 16"

(Unlock new progress bar: 3000 proxima centauri coin, Encrypted Technical Archive * 5)

(Advance progress bar: 1000 proxima centauri coin per 1%, Encrypted Technical Archive * 1)

This time, Xi Hai was not attracted by the incredibly generous rewards.

Before him lay the remains of a warrior who had fought alone in despair for thirteen years.

His gaze turned to that corpse sitting in the chair — —

"Everyone, one minute of silence."

The heavy voice fell to the ground, reaching the ears of everyone present.

Whether it was the Clones wearing dark green powered armor, or the liberated Slave Laborer wearing blue powered armor,

Everyone lowered their heads.

The only sound left around was the whirring of machinery.

One minute later, Xi Hai raised his head again,

Admiration and determination slowly crept onto his face, into his eyes, and poured into his mind.

He growled in a resolute voice — —

"I have already felt your fury!"

"I have already understood your unwillingness!"

Immediately,

He turned to look at a few Marines, and with a twisted expression, ordered loudly — —

"Collect the remains of these thirteen warriors and preserve them in the deepest part of our flagship!"

"We will let them see with their own eyes humanity rising again!"

"Even if it costs the incineration of a thousand stars!"

"If humanity cannot be great again,"

"Then let the galaxy surge, then let the star sea burn!"

"If we are about to perish,"

"Then detonate the Void and let all heretics be buried with us!"

"Let all aliens — — or heretics who steal the fruits of human civilization's development tremble!"

"We — — that spark about to start a prairie fire, have arrived!"

"Yes!!!"

The people around him all clicked their heels together, stood at attention, and roared.