Propelled by blazing flames, this rocket, powered entirely by chemical fuel, began accelerating violently.
In the Lantu Ke People settlement, Momo Lansi gazed at the bright sun in the sky with a measure of awe.
The technology was terribly backward—so backward it was practically barbaric. What era was this, and they were still using chemical-fuel rockets? But...
Being able to build such an enormous rocket was fucking spectacular.
For some reason, he felt as though he were reading a history book and seeing how his ancestors had managed to construct gigantic buildings hundreds of meters tall in an age when they had not even mastered ironworking.
"This civilization... is strange in every way.
Its technology is so backward, yet it can conduct deep-space exploration simply by building rockets this huge;
They are clearly just gunpowder guns, yet they can defeat our armed fleet;
There are so many of them, yet they coordinate so seamlessly. Every single one gives their all without complaint. Is their civilization really this united...
Most strangely, they all look so alike, but I cannot ask about it. If I do, I get tortured. It seems saying they look alike is an insult to them. How strange..."
Momo Lansi let out a soft sigh and cautiously retreated into the residence assigned to him.
Now, he wanted nothing but to cooperate with all his strength, suffer a little less torture, and survive until the civilization's main fleet arrived.
By then, I'll be free...
By then, I'll definitely ask again why all their people look so alike. Let's see if they still dare torture me...
In space, Li Qingsong watched the giant rocket gradually recede, his expression grave.
Amid the violent combustion of liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen, its speed had now reached more than ten kilometers per