They Didn't Understand-They Were Going to Die!
After using Future Timeline to forcibly clarify the true purpose of this alien team through the elimination method.
Even as an enemy, Su Mo also sincerely admires the people who are involved in this "Heavenly Garment Without Seams" plan.
This meticulous and exhaustive plan could never come from a foreign race with an IQ of less than 100.
Its origin is either from human spies or from high-level human beings!
"I didn't expect that these people with ulterior motives would target me before I notified everyone about the disaster."
"A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."
"It seems that I overestimated the bottom line of these people!"
Shaking his head, he glanced at the currently empty Great Canyon. Su Mo's eyes were dark, and he called directly in his heart to exit, and was carried away from Talisman Paper World by the light.
After learning the true purpose of the alien race, there is no point in continuing to waste time in Talisman Paper World.
Since their goal is Shelter Core, there is no need to rush to destroy it now.
They can wait one day, two days, or even three or five days, until Su Mo is completely gone, and then move out in full force.
In this case, even if Su Mo left a batch of equipment for Hope Village before leaving, it would not be able to stop the 20,000 aliens who were like wolves and tigers.
At that time, all the villagers will die, the village will be destroyed, Underground Shelter will be smashed to pieces, the core will be damaged, and the development potential will be completely lost.
And even if Su Mo already knows about this plan, the person who came up with this strategy need not panic.
Because there are only two ways left for Su Mo:
First, format your Shelter Core and take it away. All the advantages accumulated before will disappear, which is equivalent to starting from scratch.
Second, stick to the depression and wait for a lost alien race to come and kill people to get the permission to teleport.
But it is a pity that because of the control of Five Great Royal Clans, even if Su Mo waits until the end of the world, no aliens will pass by.
"Do you want to force me to format my refuge with just an insubstantial 20,000 alien race?"
Looking at the wasteland world that had reappeared in front of him, he put away the Heaven Stealing Secret talisman, Su Mo strode out of the cockpit, and went up the stairs to the ceiling of Captain's Cabin.
This is the highest place on the entire Hope except for the radar.
Sitting here, you can not only see the quiet depression under the moonlight, but also the Iron Stone Mountain that was under construction all night in the distance.
Before the disaster, the peaceful wasteland was just like the earth, full of life, making people unable to bear any worries.
He looked into the void and took out a bottle of Psionic Water. Su Mo tasted it slowly and slowly conceived the context of the whole thing in his mind.
The person who made this plan considered all circumstances, including the fact that Su Mo might have a mole in his hands and could see news from alien races.
Su Mo even believed that the 20,000 aliens used to restrain him were not around the depression at all, and they had not yet assembled into a large team!
They scattered into tribes, probably 500 kilometers away, maybe a thousand kilometers away, or even 1,500 kilometers away in circles.
Before the disaster came, these aliens who were afraid of death were so frightened by their glorious record of killing gods that they would not dare to approach the depression at all, even with Five Great Royal Clans's coercion and inducement.
Only when the disaster is about to come, they will receive the news one day or two days before the disaster, and set off in the direction of the depression.
Finally, they lurked near the depression and waited patiently for news of the gathering.
With such strict management and real-time communication with chat channels, even if one or two alien races betrayed them, it would be innocuous and would not affect the overall situation.
Unless Su Mo can get the location information of all alien races and can grasp it at any time, the missiles will cover them all in an instant.
Otherwise, the alien race in a state of movement and flight will never be completely wiped out!
This is a perfect plan, so perfect that even Su Mo nodded frequently after deducing the entire set of logic in his mind.
"If I were to put myself in my shoes, I wouldn't be able to do this."
"These people have really worked hard!"
Su Mo couldn't help but feel happy when he thought of a team of dozens or hundreds of people sitting at the table, discussing all night long how to target themselves and how to put themselves in Death Land to perfect this plan.
"No wonder every day I open the chat channel among aliens, there are more and more comments mocking me that I am about to die."
"In the human channel, those high-level people lurking under the water also swallowed their anger and watched me gain so much popularity and see so many ordinary people worshiping me."
"It turns out that in the eyes of these people, in the hearts of these people who know the inside story, I am already a dead person who is about to be crippled!"
"No one will target a useless person, and no one will bear the anger that this useless person may eventually explode!"
"So in your hearts, I am just a clown?"
Stroking the solid steel plate beneath him, he looked at the golden-red flag on the bow of the ship.
Su Mo's eyes were faint, as if penetrating the space of the wasteland, and he saw the regret and ridicule on the faces of these "careful" people.
They regret that mankind's Su God is about to fall, and they mock that mankind's Su God is overestimating its own capabilities.
At the same time, they are also afraid of Su God's final wrath, afraid of shooting the first bird and being targeted by Su God and dying together.
They don't think that they are clowns because they are afraid of revenge. They think that they are the hope of mankind.
They believe that the sacrifice of most of humanity is worth it and that it is the darkness that must be experienced before the dawn.
They want the "light" Su Mo to sink into the deep sea so that it can no longer illuminate the sky.
But
them
I really don't understand anything!
They don't understand that as long as Su Mo keeps silent, there will still be 20,000 aliens and there will be intrigues. Four nights later, they will die.
They don't understand that as long as Su Mo self-destructs, the entire human race, the entire alien race, and the entire wasteland will be reshuffled and chaos will be reopened.
They don't even understand... these people have a mouthful of steamed buns to eat and a mouthful of clean water to drink. They are ordinary people who smile even in their sleep.
These are ordinary people who are willing to starve themselves to the point of being skinny and bones in order to protect their children and shelter them from wind and rain.
These are ordinary people who work hard and work continuously for 15 hours a day in 35 degrees Scorching Heat to rebuild their homes.
These are ordinary people who sit in the chat channel every day, like dogs, begging for others to teach them some knowledge about shipbuilding.
These you, these me, these them.
What do you want? They only care about interests, they only care about results, they only care about themselves, they only care about what they say is the future of mankind! "The darkness has arrived, but the dawn is far from coming. I do not have the ability to help everyone reach the dawn."
"But these greedy and ignorant monsters hide in the darkness"
"None of these vultures who want to wait for me to weaken and tear out my flesh and blood to feed themselves can escape this time!"
Standing on Captain's Cabin, it was obviously the cold wind blowing in the wasteland, but the blood in Su Mo couldn't help but stir up.
When a person lives his whole life, he does not seek to be upright or upright, nor does he seek to save all sentient beings, but he seeks to have a clear conscience and clear thoughts.
This wave, if we don't kill people, there will be heads rolling, if we don't kill, the aliens will be stained with blood in the sea, if we don't kill, these miscellaneous fish under the water will be frightened. Su Mo is unhappy, Su Mo is unwilling, Su Mo doesn't want to!
"Dad, Mom, you must be by my side and support my decision!"
Looking at the stars in the sky, I thought of what Su Ba would often say after having a full meal at the dinner table. If there is a war, he will be called back.
When thinking about Su Ma, he would laugh and curse every time, old man, you are already over 50 years old, why are you such a big burden on the battlefield, Su Ba would say:
I can't go up, my son can go up, my son can't go up, but my grandson looks so happy when he can still go up.
Su Mo couldn't help but smile.
"People will make countless decisions in this life."
"But I believe that I will not regret this decision even in the future!"
Climbing up the stairs to Main Deck, closing all the hatches on the Hope, and when his feet returned to the ground, Su Mo's mentality had completely calmed down.
No anxiety, no anger, no panic.
On the way back to Underground Shelter, before we even got there, a general plan had already emerged in Su Mo's mind.
Pulling the winch, opening the door, going down to the shelter, and telling the fourth child not to disturb anyone, he felt his brain becoming more and more active.
Su Mo sat at the table, turned off the game prompts, took out a pen and paper, and started writing the first title.
The positions of 10,000 and 20,000 aliens
It is now eleven o'clock in the evening on February 17th of Doomsday Calendar, and the arrival time of Ocean Disaster is the early morning of February 22nd of Doomsday Calendar.
The remaining time, four days.
The aliens who have now received the task of attacking the depression should still be in the state of a small tribe and have not gathered together. This ensures to the greatest extent that even if there is a traitor, it will not affect the overall situation.
But this cautious approach is not without loopholes.
In order to avoid risks, there is a high probability that the alien races will start a small wave of gatherings in the remaining two days. The dispersed alien races will slowly begin to gather towards the depression, in order to maximize their combat effectiveness and impact in the event of a disaster.
After the disaster is over, they will slowly disperse and wait for the next order to assemble.
Therefore, the best time to investigate is the period from two days to before the disaster strikes.
As long as you carefully search for aliens in one direction during this period, you can always find some clues! The method of exploration is not difficult. With only a small means, you can easily obtain the real coordinate information of almost all alien races.
"I need two stable shortwave Radio Station, the kind of Radio Station that can send and receive signals thousands of kilometers away!"
"I need an upgraded Old Phone, a Old Phone that can detect the location of aliens within at least 300 kilometers!"
"I need a password, a message transmission password that can be unique to me."
Looking at the plans and requirements that were already on the paper, under the light, after searching Radio Station on Trading Market, Su Mo stretched and stood up with relief.
No one can deal with a time assassin, and no one can fight against his future self.
In the ever-changing Future World, Su Mo can get everything he wants.
Heaven Stealing Secret still has the last bar and a half of energy.
This hour and a half is not enough for Su Mo to enter the talisman paper again, survive the disaster, and sail to Great Canyon.
But for debugging Radio Station, it only takes two minutes to receive a short message.
90 minutes means that Su Mo can enter more than 30 times, which means that with the depression as the center, the aliens in 30 directions will be in trouble! The anti-theft seal will be refreshed in half an hour.