Marching Route

Although the fortress galaxy had been destroyed, the expanding clouds of matter and dust could still be converted into resources.

While flying beyond the dust cloud's range, Fei Fu gathered enough matter to swiftly produce ships and replenish the fleet's ranks.

Inside the flagship, a Dark Gate connected to Earth. The Blue White Society's first task was to send Zero Ten over here.

"Can you see imagination? We're already within the Sabi Civilization's sphere of influence."

Lan Mu had transformed into the Black Dragon Daoist and asked Reinhardt.

Reinhardt exhaled, waved his right hand through the air, and shook his head. "This is still Earthlings' imagination."

"I understand."

Lan Mu nodded. These were their ships, and everyone around them was their own people, so the visible imagination still belonged to Earth's forces.

He needed to find a planet belonging to the Sabi Civilization, land there, and let Reinhardt come into contact with the enemy's imagination.

After the fleet made forty consecutive jumps through star systems, it had also destroyed the observation stations in those forty systems and established Blue White Society observation stations there.

Thirty-five of those forty star systems had planets, and terraforming devices had been discovered on them. Clearly, they were projects intended to transform them into environments suitable for some race to inhabit.

"Master, these were not left behind by the Sabi people. They have no need for habitable environments. They live in quantum cores year-round. The greater their computing power, the broader their virtual worlds become. They cannot live on ordinary planets instead," Fei Fu said.

"Then they belong to vassal races..." Lan Mu said.

"Yes. According to the prisoners' databases, the entire Sabi Civilization has eight hundred vassal races. The vassal races alone have a population of five quadrillion. Centralized rule has brought peace, and