Angel God Race, Entering the Central Control Room, Six Thousand Words

"Yes, yes, you guessed right!"

Douluo's frustration came quickly and left just as quickly, and now it had perked up again.

Qian Chaoguang asked again, "Then did I end up stranded on some Blue Star in this universe for some reason, or did I accidentally return here from outside this universe?"

This time, Douluo was clearly somewhat hesitant.

It froze for a few seconds before saying, "There's too little information, so I can't judge that. Back then... although the situation was urgent, the Empire should already have... That kind of situation shouldn't have occurred."

The familiar censored words again.

But Qian Chaoguang could still connect the context and vaguely infer a few things.

The other party had probably wanted to say that the entire Six-Winged Angel Civilization had already run away, right?

He just did not know why they had done that.

That was not something context could help him figure out.

But it was obvious that Douluo knew the reason. It was just blocked from saying it.

Since he needed a higher level of authority to resolve the secrecy measures, then all he had to do was find a way to raise it.

Compared with learning secrets that would not help the current situation much, Qian Chaoguang was more interested in what Douluo, this mainframe, could actually do right now.

For example, maybe it could produce some kind of planet-destroying cannon and aim it at the God Realm to blast the hell out of them!

With that thought in mind, Qian Chaoguang asked Douluo some more questions, carrying out a deeper discussion and exchange.

After a round of conversation between father and son (confirmed), Qian Chaoguang pieced together, partly by guessing and partly from Douluo's words, a few things.

The Six-Winged Angel Civilization was indeed a civilization where every