Measures

This was a ruin.

Night had already fallen, and conflict raged everywhere.

Walking Corpses wandered the streets. Artillery fire lit up the sky, and the rattling of gunfire mingled with soaring golden beams, roars, vehicle engines, and mechs, ringing without end.

They heard the broadcasts. In some Inner Spaces, people were carrying out self-destruction.

There were heroes, after all.

Those who truly loved their own race chose to give up their lives and their struggles, calmly walking into the cities to accept their fate.

But most were still struggling madly.

At this final moment, terror and fear dominated everyone's hearts. Survival was the instinct of all life.

Xu Zhi had simulated the Sand Tables of countless civilizations. He had witnessed hymns to era after era, the vast wheel of history. Although the civilization before him was not his Sand Table but a real advanced civilization of the universe, it still followed the same pattern.

"Quick, the Empire is abandoning us! We need to find a way to hide in Inner Space!"

"Oh gods! Those monsters are evolving too quickly!"

"The neighboring Mirsa conglomerate has already issued a public rescue broadcast. They say their Inner Space land will accept outsiders seeking shelter, but they must guarantee they have not been infected by the virus!"

Countless people roared.

The thought of invading and attacking upscale villa districts had driven people completely mad.

They had already realized it.

There was not much time left. Outside, they were likely rapidly deploying Space Orbital Cannons to seal them in, preparing to fire Planet-Destroying Cannons.

They would plow the entire continent flat. Then, no life would be able to survive.

At that moment, two completely different attitudes emerged in certain aristocratic residential districts and villa areas.

The first was to completely cut off all external contact,