619: People who let themselves go

Thinking of 1.4 billion people squeezed into an area less than 400 kilometers, with an average of one mech taking off for every 100 square meters, Lei Ming couldn't help but scratch his head:

“Aren't too many people coming?”

What is the concept of 100 square meters?

A square with sides of 10 meters, or a circle with a diameter of about 11.3 meters!

Excluding the common area, 100 square meters is just a bit larger or smaller than an ordinary person's house.

Such a small space might be just right for living.

But now, it's being used to control mechs for combat? And on average, every 10 meters, another mech is fighting?

That scene was too beautiful; Lei Ming didn't dare to imagine it.

It probably wouldn't just be the entire land being plowed over, even ant nests would be dug up to count how many ants were inside.

Yang Dian could visualize that scene.

However... “The announcement has been sent out. Now, as for how many people will come, I don't get to decide, and neither do you.”

As he spoke, Lei Ming followed Yang Dian's gaze towards the direction of the spatial gate.

The spatial gate kept spewing out mechs, as if endlessly.

He could imagine what was happening on the Huaxia Civilization land on the other side of the spatial gate.

At this very moment, people were probably constantly receiving messages from friends and family, learning that the authorities allowed individuals to control mechs and biological armor to enter the undeveloped Alien Planet as a vanguard to conquer the alien world.

Undoubtedly, everyone who received the news, no matter how many or few, would have the idea of taking a look at the alien world.

Even those who didn't originally have such an idea would, under the influence of others, develop the thought, 'Everyone else is going, so should I go too?'

'Did we really achieve the predetermined goal discussed earlier, with the entire population participating in the conquest of the Alien Planet?'

In his daze, Lei Ming saw a female mech carrying a baby mech emerge from the spatial gate.

A new mother carrying her newborn baby entered the battlefield.

Besides the new mother holding her child, there were also people walking dogs, walking cats, parrots flying beside them, and people riding polar bears... These were probably Hangzhou Citizens bringing their pets into the battlefield.

The term “pet mech” originated from Yang Dian.

He once customized a cat mech for the Little Black Cat, and the Little Black Cat would occasionally wear the mech to show off to other cats in the village.

Then, this scene was posted online by someone unknown.

As the strongest person on Earth, the Commander of the Expeditionary Force, Yang Dian's every word and action was naturally imitated by others.

Thus, a topic titled [We also want pet mechs] unknowingly appeared online.

The Wen Organization saw it and was delighted.

Humans are lazy; not everyone is a Genius who can improve with every Cultivate session.

The Bottleneck often accompanies ordinary people throughout their lives.

It's never rare for people to start with full passion and then gradually become tired and numb after not seeing results.

The Wen Organization was just wondering how to stimulate nationwide martial arts and scientific research enthusiasm when this ready-made solution presented itself.

With sufficient mineral resources, and even an oversupply of ordinary mineral resources,

the Wen Organization directly promulgated a policy: [As long as one's Cultivate Realm reaches a certain level, or their cultural subject scores increase by a certain amount, the state will help arrange a desired pet, or customize a mech for the pet].

As soon as the policy was released, the effect was outstanding.

Some people who had become gradually lazy in their Cultivate, and who treated their cats and dogs like their own children, began to Cultivate desperately.

Since the policy's promulgation, the number of people registering Realm improvements directly increased by several percentage points.

Other matters aside.

In short, as more and more mechs entered Tiannan Star, the military formation spread to the horizon, and the entire Tiannan Star fell silent.

Countless Tiannan People watching the live broadcast of the Dragon Ascension Platform all fell into a state of distraction.

[Are these the enemies that the United Army said might emerge from Subspace?]

As the first bullet comment appeared on the live broadcast screen, a barrage of subsequent comments covered the entire screen.

[So the United Army was telling the truth about the Subspace invaders; they weren't forcing us to take gene-enhancing agents just for our parts.]

[What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? How can we fight so many mechs from science fiction novels? Should we just surrender?]

[Surrender? How do we surrender? I don't think the Subspace Civilization sent so many mech armies just to show off their power; if it were just to show off their power, they wouldn't need to send so many troops.]

[Are the Subspace people really unable to communicate with us, just like us?]

[Didn't the United Army say they were building immigration spacecraft? Where are the spacecraft!]

Just as the Tiannan People were in a state of panic, the bullet comments gradually showed strange changes.

Some highlighted, specially colored bullet comments appeared on the live broadcast, directly covering the anxious remarks.

[Hello, friends of Tiannan Star, I am your King from Huaxia Civilization. This King has come to Tiannan Star to do only three things: conquer, conquer, and damn it, conquer!]

[Oh, the one upstairs is so chuunibyou, calling himself King. Who doesn't know you're just a small fry on Earth?]

[Brothers, being a small fry on Earth doesn't mean we are on the Alien Planet too. The Alien Planet's gravity is only one-third of Earth's. I can jump 80 meters here!]

[Woohoo~ The King descends from the sky, fiercely enraged, Alien Planet humans, welcome your Ya Zi!]

[Ya Zi? The one upstairs has good taste.]

[Do you believe me if I say I made a typo?]

[6, you can make a typo with consciousness input? I find it hard to believe you didn't do it on purpose.]

[By the way, when will the official war begin? My plasma longsword is already thirsting for battle. Three years of martial arts training, all for this moment!]

[Look at the Wen Organization's announcement, or wait for the Commander to give the order.]

[Alas, speaking of which, are we considered half of the Expeditionary Force for following the Commander's lead to conquer the Alien Planet?]

[The one upstairs, you really think too much. The Commander even opened a spatial gate to send me here. Am I considered someone served by the Commander?]

[The one upstairs, you're finished. Ya Zi is coming for you through the internet cable.]

[Can the visual System be adjusted? I find that the Tiannan People look similar to us, and it's a bit hard to attack them. How about adjusting them to look like zombies and adding a health bar above their heads?]

[Alien world virtual machine? Interesting...]

Looking at the colorful, gaudy bullet comments covering the black ones, the Tiannan People fell silent.

The Tiannan People's technology was a bit backward, but they weren't stupid.

How could they not know that their own network had been invaded by the Subspace Civilization?

'Tiannan Star, is there still hope?'

As countless Tiannan People had this thought, Yang Dian also received information from Ya Zi about the commotion the Citizens were causing on the Tiannan People's network.

“These guys.”

Smiling, Yang Dian tapped his wristband:

“Zero, how are the discussions going with the Think Tank? Have they decided how to conquer and develop Tiannan Star?”