Sarah (Part One)

Over the years, Rowan not only sent gifts to his neighbors in the Origin star system, but also did other things.

On the back of the Red Moon stood dozens of enormous launchers. These launchers were much larger than the ordinary models, reaching heights of forty or fifty meters.

These enlarged models of the launcher have a much stronger firing capability. Once activated, they can even accelerate the speed of the "projectiles" to 20,000-30,000 kilometers per second, with a maximum speed that can even reach one-tenth the speed of light.

Of course, correspondingly, their accuracy is extremely poor. Even if they were to tossing a ball between the Yellow Moon and Red Moon, they would not be able to hit it accurately.

However, Rowan dared not attempt to use such a giant launcher between the two moons. After all, speed equals mass, and one-tenth the speed of light could amplify the mass of the Spore Sac to an unknown extent.

Rowan felt that neither the Yellow Moon nor the Red Moon wanted to be bumped like that.

These giant launchers are not actually for launch missions within star systems. They have missions that live up to their names: they are true Swarm Meteor Launcher.

Their "cannonballs" are also enlarged Spore Sac, nearly 10 meters long, three to four meters high, and about five meters wide. The surface of the "cannonballs" is covered with a thick layer of meteorite material. In addition to containing nutrients, Insect Empress, Worker Bee, and Excavator Ant eggs, the Spore Sac themselves also have many other functions.

Although these Spore Sac are byproducts of the Creep, they are closer to living organisms. They have multiple eyes on their bodies, and while they don't quite reach the level of Big-Eye Bug, they do meet the standards of Eagle-Eye Bug.

Their excellent visual abilities allow them to observe the outside world through deliberately left holes in the outer shell of the meteorite.

In addition, it possesses an even more powerful jet propulsion system. Rowan wasn't really using them as "cannonballs"; with such rapid acceleration, without appropriate safety devices, the only outcome would be a crash.

These Swarm Meteor are tasked with exploring Origin our star system. So, accuracy doesn't really matter; they're just shooting them outwards, hoping for the best.

If you're lucky, it might enter another star system, be captured by the gravity of a star or planet, and then try to land. If you're moderately lucky, you might encounter a comet or something similar and get a ride. If you're unlucky, it will probably drift in space until it runs out of energy and become a real meteorite.

Their jet systems are primarily used to change course. During flight, they will slightly alter their direction of flight at regular intervals.

Rowan wasn't sure if there were more advanced civilizations in the surrounding star systems. If the Swarm Meteor crashed straight into someone's planet, damaging plants and such, and that the planet traced its trajectory and came looking for it, that would be quite embarrassing.

Rowan is best at outsmarting thin air, so he would definitely take this situation into account.

Over the past decade or so, the Swarm has launched thousands of these Swarm Meteor into deep space.

Most of the resources mined on the two moons were used to create giant launchers and Swarm Meteor.

Rowan even specially arranged a team of Blade, granting them permissions to monitor the movement of these meteorites 24 hours a day.

However, it's unlikely that these meteorites will provide any feedback in the short term. After all, calculations show that the nearest other star system to the Origin star system is more than five light-years away.

Even if the speed of the Swarm Meteor were increased to the limit, it would still take decades, or even hundreds of years, to travel.

However, this nearest star system received Rowan's special attention, with more than half of the launched Swarm Meteor heading in that direction.

"Teacher, am I going to die?" In the palace of the Rat-folk Empire, in a luxuriously decorated bedroom, there was a huge, dark-colored wooden bed. The bed was made of fine wood, with exquisite carvings, and emitted a faint, calming fragrance.

The bedroom doors and windows were tightly shut, and all the servants in the room had been driven out, leaving only young Morgan sitting by the bed, looking at the now incredibly aged Empress Kerrigan lying on it.

"Judging from your expression, it's about right." The two had known each other for decades, Morgan had practically watched the Queen grow from birth to death; their relationship was quite close. Now, with no outsiders present, and not in the roles of ruler and subject, or superior and subordinate, but rather teacher and student, they were speaking much more casually, even able to tease each other.

"Teacher, do you think I can find the Kingdom of God after I die?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem. You have experience managing empires and are also proficient in strategy games. God needs someone like you," Morgan replied.

"Teacher, you don't have to emphasize the game."

"Haha, my mistake." The Queen was speechless. Such a perfunctory excuse wouldn't even fool a child. She was probably the person who knew Morgan best, and she knew he was just trying to lighten the mood.

"Teacher, I'm about to die, can you be serious?"

"Well, it's really nothing, Sarah. Just close your eyes, and we'll see each other again in a little while, faster than you taking a nap." Perhaps knowing that the Queen entering the Swarm Network wouldn't be a big problem, Morgan didn't feel much of the pain of parting from life and death.

"Yes, I know. As I get older, I feel more and more envious whenever I see you, teacher. Who doesn't want to be young? Actually, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Queen Kerrigan's eyes were cloudy and lifeless as she stared blankly at the ceiling, seemingly muttering to herself, "Ever since my teacher reappeared before me, I've been wondering, what exactly is a god? Did he really create the Rat-folk? If so, why did he create Rat-folk? Is it because they need faith? And did he return to the moon?"

"You'll find out soon enough, Sarah," Morgan replied.

But the Queen, on her deathbed, seemed not to hear Morgan's words, and continued to murmur, "I have seen all the changes in the empire over the years. I have seen what you have done. To be honest, I regret it a little. Your covert influence has already sidelined the royal family. But what could I have done even if I had disagreed back then? The Merican Kingdom perished inexplicably. If I had disagreed, what would I have used to fight against the gods? If I hadn't agreed to cooperate back then, I would have been found dead in the palace the next day, wouldn't I?"

Morgan remained silent.

"In the end, it's because the gods are too mysterious and too powerful; we simply cannot resist them. We can only hope that they are merciful and treat the Rat-folk well, after all, I am their queen."

"Don't worry, Sarah, God's ambitions won't be confined to this small planet. Otherwise, there wouldn't be Rat-folk." Morgan seemed to have thought of something, and his voice lowered considerably.

The Queen seemed to have heard these words; the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards, and she fell silent.

After a long while, Morgan stood up and said softly, "My student, you've surpassed your teacher in your ability to manage emotions. I almost cried just now."