Setting Out

He pointed to the Civilization Development Site scattered around the Origin Star in the star map.

"Besides, it's not just Tracing Light that needs to relocate. It's just that Tracing Light was the first to jump at the chance."

Yun Xiaoxiao pondered, "That makes sense. Besides, the Transmigrator Project hasn't even been fully implemented yet... It seems that Tracing Light has quite a few trump cards up his sleeve."

"No matter how many cards they have up their sleeve, it all depends on how they play them. From now on, it's up to them."

No matter how turbulent the undercurrents, or how overwhelming the overall trend.

The Great Expedition has begun.

On the rear of the Origin Star, millions of giant engines are inserted, with their nozzles pointing in the same direction.

The moment it was ignited, the entire galaxy saw that light.

The plasma stream was ejected from the nozzle and extended for hundreds of thousands of kilometers in the Vacuum, forming a dazzling blue trail.

From a distance, Origin Star resembles a planet with a blue comet tail, carrying three satellites in a special way, slowly turning and moving forward in the Void.

The Ling Sha Civilization watched in a daze, but unlike Tracing Light, they didn't have the ability to carry the ball away. They could only relocate their entire clan, taking as many resources as possible with them.

It was already quite an achievement for them to even get into this battlefield.

Just like a stray dog that was originally a Mortal Realm, who went through three calamities and nine tribulations to become an immortal and then became a stray dog in the immortal realm.

Ahead, the Void was deep and dark.

Those civilizations that were merely watching the spectacle remained hidden in the shadows, their presence obscured. Only a handful of civilizations allied with the forces of the Tracing Light followed silently from afar, uttering not a word.

The entire galaxy was silent.

It seemed as if only the roar of the planet's blue orbiting trajectory and the low hum of the escorting Warship could be heard.

Then, at some moment—

A loud explosion rang out.

The whole world began to shake.

The exploding artillery fire rose from the Void like white and blue clouds, stretching into a sea of red light like bubbles. From the flames, shattered corpses and flesh flew everywhere like splashes of water.

Even without sound, the scene of blood and fire still echoes in everyone's minds.

Faced with the boundless sea of Swarm matter ahead, Tracing Light chose the most brutal approach.

Grind it... onward!

Ahead lay an endless Swarm.

The hundreds of billions of Zerg Aggregation Cluster spontaneously spread out in the Void, forming a net to intercept any passing creatures.

This is one of the Zerg's major disasters in the galaxy: Bridge Blocking.

The Zerg's overwhelming numbers spontaneously blocked the entrances to various civilizations or major shipping lanes. Without strong warriors to clear the way or powerful map-clearing weapons, they could not move an inch.

However, 40% of the Warships with large-scale map-clearing capabilities in the entire galaxy are sold directly by Tracing Light.

The fleet of Tracing Light formed an arc-shaped defensive line in front of Origin Star. Tens of thousands of ships opened fire simultaneously, and all kinds of weapons flew out like locusts: nuclear bombs, energy cannons, Spell arrays... exploding into scorching Suns in the Swarm.

Each Sun can wipe out tens of thousands of insects.

But compared to the base of hundreds of billions, that's just a drop in the ocean.

The Swarm in.

They are not afraid of death. There is no fear, no retreat, only the instinct for endless reproduction and the desire to feed. The insects in the front row are vaporized by nuclear bombs, and the insects in the back row use their remains as leverage to continue their charge.

As the first wave of Zerg advanced to the front of the fleet, using the corpses of their own kind as cover, the launch silos on Origin Star quietly opened, and all sorts of missiles were launched.

Looking up from the surface of Origin Star, the sky resembled a million tiny flashbangs stacked together, continuously emitting light. The blinding white light obscured the real battlefield, leaving only a chaotic Chaos of light and fire.

Occasionally, a single Zerg manages to break through the barrage of fire and pounce on the fleet's formation, cutting through shields with its blades and corroding armor with its acid, preparing to overwhelm everything with sheer numbers.

But the strange shield couldn't cut through it, and the acid hydraulic roots couldn't get close; quantity was meaningless in the face of strength.

Origin Star moved forward resolutely and silently, ignoring the approaching dark clouds.

The most spectacular sight in the entire galaxy in decades has been born.

Where the dark clouds shrouded the land, red and white light emerged.

Where the blue light passed, the dark clouds dispersed.

Occasionally, a golden light would flash, rippling across the world.

At the top of the Life Tree.

Lin Yuan stood on a thick branch, with the Elf King beside him—the nominal supreme ruler of the Elf Race.

"By the Life Tree," the Elf King said, gazing at the shocking images of the battlefield in the distance, his voice tinged with barely concealed astonishment, "They are so insane."

Lin Yuan remained calm.

"The Suguang Civilization has too many resources and its technological development is too rapid," he said. "We should now be clearing out its stockpiles of old weapons."

"I originally thought they would use some other clever means to transport the Civilization Development Site there," the Elf King murmured, "But I didn't expect it to be so... direct."

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at her.

"I propose that we shouldn't just provide off-field assistance, but rather go directly onto the field."

The Elf King was taken aback.

"We Elf Race also have a need to relocate. The Gray Fog will Spread in five years."

Lin Yun's tone remained calm, after all, his usual persona among the Elf Race was that of a cold and aloof male god.

"... You must remember, you are the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, not the crown prince of Tracing Light." The Elf King withdrew his gaze, his tone becoming serious.

"I know."

"The greatest support the Elf Race can offer is material assistance. The Elf Race currently lack the capacity to support your desire to fight on the front lines."

Lin Yuan stared at her, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"I won't say who caused the Elf Race to lose their ability to fight back."

"Back then, sending so many powerful individuals to become Self-Destruct Truck alienated the Yuanshen. In recent years, they've been besieged, finding themselves in a predicament both internally and externally."

Lin Yuan showed no mercy and exposed the Elf King's true colors.

The Elf King's expression changed. "You!"

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Lin Yuan retorted without holding back. "You'd love to sell your house and flee into the Yuanshen!"

"I'm your mother..."

Just because you gave birth to me doesn't mean you're my mother!

"Huh?!" The Elf King was dumbfounded.

"Back then, you not only lost so many powerful warriors, but the previous Elf King also died at the hands of the Demon Prince. That was your mother!" Lin Yuan said, enunciating each word clearly. "You even ruined Old Feng's life!"

"You've gone too far, waaaaah..."

Lin Yuan stood there, watching her cry with a blank expression.

Just then--

A massive consciousness descended.

A branch emitting a white light emerged from the Void and lay between the two.

Lin Yuan and the Elf King both knelt on one knee.

"Mother Tree!"

The branch trembled slightly, and a gentle yet authoritative voice resounded in their hearts:

No need to argue.

"I will personally set off to follow Origin Star."

The Elf King looked up abruptly. "Absolutely not! Those civilizations that destroy civilizations will definitely take this opportunity to strike!"

It's alright.