Hilda stared blankly at the place where Darklight Island had once been. Now, only an empty void remained, along with the faint glow left behind after the force-field barges warped away. The island's holdout leader's impassioned declaration still echoed through the communicator, its final syllable lingering—righteous, stirring, and soul-stirring. But no matter how determined a holdout's spirit was, it could not stop professional movers who could dismantle and pack up an entire house.
Hao Ren sighed silently. "No matter how broad your thinking is, it still can't compare to having broad experience. How did I not think of this trick?"
"Didn't I tell you before? I found a lot of force-field barges." 883 shrugged. "The rental fees for these ships aren't cheap. We've already packed up and taken away one floating island, and there are ten more groups of force-field barges waiting in the fleet. Mark which floating islands you want to preserve, and I'll have them tow those islands to the World Gate for you. Once everything here is moved, whatever's left belongs to our fleet."
Only then did Hilda come back to herself. She hurriedly pulled out a small device. "Wait a moment. I'll have Vam send over the identification codes. We need to preserve several Ecological Domes."
"The Ecological Domes?" Hao Ren looked at Hilda in surprise. "You're not keeping the Isle of the Rising Sun? Your palace is on it."
"The palace can be rebuilt, but the Ecological Domes contain the foundations of our ancestors. Very little remains of Erem planet, and we can't throw away what little is left." Hilda smiled faintly. "Ever since we dismantled the planet, we've preserved complete ecological samples. We did so in the hope that one day we could find a new home and restore the forests and grasslands of