Chapter 869: Measures

Author: A Hundred Kilograms' SmileUpdate Time: 2020/04/15 22:38Word Count: 5727

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This was a ruin.

It was already night, and conflict raged everywhere. Zombies roamed the streets. Artillery fire lit up the sky, accompanied by the rat-a-tat of gunfire, golden beams shooting skyward, roars, the rumble of vehicles, and the clanking of mechs. A constant din filled the air.

Broadcasts reported that in some inner spaces, people were committing self-destruction.

Ultimately, there were also heroes. These were people who deeply loved their race. They chose to relinquish life and struggle, calmly walking into the city to accept their fate.

But most people were still struggling frantically. In these final moments, fear and terror dominated everyone's hearts. To survive was the primal instinct of all life.

Xu Zhi had simulated countless civilizations in his sandboxes, witnessing anthems of various eras and the vast wheel of history. Although the civilization before him was not one of his simulations—it was a real, advanced cosmic civilization—it too adhered to this fundamental law.

“Quick, the Empire is abandoning us! We need to find a way to hide in the inner spaces!”

“My god! Those monsters are evolving too fast!”

“The Milsa Conglomerate next door has already broadcast a public rescue message, stating that their inner space territories will accept outsiders seeking refuge, provided they are not infected with the virus!”

Countless people roared. The idea of attacking high-end villa communities had driven people to absolute madness. They had realized by now. Time was running out. Outside, they feared space-based railguns were rapidly being deployed to blockade them, and planet-destroying cannons were about to be unleashed. The entire continent would be razed, and no life would survive.

At this moment, two distinct attitudes emerged within the aristocratic and villa districts. The first was to completely sever all external connections and hide, preventing rioters from invading their inner spaces, looting, burning, and plundering. They chose to remain aloof. The second was to take the risk and offer assistance to others. This was because most wealthy individuals resided in colossal villa estates; many high-end villa compounds were even vast mountain ranges with lakes, animals, and wildlife, incredibly luxurious and capable of accommodating hundreds of thousands of people. These spatial villa territories were far grander and more luxurious than imagined.

At this moment, countless people were in disarray. History might forever record this land—if, of course, civilization could endure.

In the Imperial Council.

“Please, die for the sake of our civilization.”

As Emperor Thiel finished speaking, he seemed to have aged several years, his voice impossibly weak. “Chief of Staff Peter Hughes, tell me the next phase of the plan.”

He knew, of course, that most people would not obey.

“Yes, this series of actions—blockading and bombing the entire continent—can only, at best, significantly slow down the virus’s spread,” Peter Hughes replied. “Our next step is to dispatch specialized long-range robots into the blockaded Fulligarth Continent after the planet-destroying cannons have fired. In the ruins, they will destroy all sub-spatial territories that did not self-destruct. After that, we will conduct a second bombardment for complete annihilation.”

This was indeed the most perfect process, the optimal solution. First, a bombardment to level the land, curb the spread of the infected virus, and reduce any resistance from living beings. Then, combat robots—or even cloned deities—would be dispatched into the ruins to manually level sub-spatial areas that refused to self-destruct. After the shelters were eradicated, the robots and cloned deities would self-destruct, ensuring no biological matter remained before a second bombardment. This would completely flatten the area.

This was the optimal solution! The absolute best method of handling the situation. And the only way for civilization to survive.

As for filtering out uninfected ordinary people and rescuing some? That would be suicidal! The virus could evolve to become undetectable. With terrifying mutations and iterative updates, even the most foolish would not risk it. Every last possibility of the virus surviving had to be eradicated.

“However, the remaining local populace will resist, which won't be easy. Furthermore, the entire Fulligarth Continent is home to many of the Empire’s massive military-industrial conglomerates, such as the Milsa Conglomerate, which produces core components for the planet-destroying cannons.”

“What’s more, the Fidaya Construction Company, the Empire’s seventh largest construction and real estate firm, holds unimaginable spatial technology patents and research.”

“They possess equally formidable technology and will resist being purged. They will gather survivors, consolidate, and even fight back against the Empire’s robotic forces.”

These staff strategists were formidable, having already developed data models to this extent.

“Within the blockaded continent, spaceships cannot enter, and the virus is rampant. Our combat robots, in single combat, may not gain an advantage. Our staff’s suggestion is to invite the neighboring Planet Bird to assist. Their deities possess the strongest individual power in solo combat and can help clear the sub-spatial areas!”

This was the second incredibly drastic decision after the blockade and planet-destroying bombardment.

Emperor Thiel fell silent again. “You should know the extent of the animosity between our two sides.”

“As the Legion Commander holding military power, I am called their cruelest executioner. I have always spearheaded the wars against them, so I naturally know the extent of their hatred.” Peter Hughes remained calm. “But they are not foolish. For their own survival, they will cooperate with us to jointly resist this genocidal catastrophe and clear the sub-spaces. After all, they are well aware of the consequences if this ancient terrifying virus is unleashed, Your Majesty. I request to go personally for the negotiations.”

Emperor Thiel’s expression subtly changed; he knew this was tantamount to a lamb walking into a wolf’s den.

“The Enslavement Invasion Plan was my proposal. Your Majesty invested immense resources and wealth into this plan. I also encouraged the major conglomerates, promising them opportunities for brutal experiments and enormous profits, which made them so eager. I originally hoped this plan would become the ten-thousand-year cornerstone of our race, completely solidifying our civilization’s defenses. It was so close to success, on the verge of conquering them, yet now… this.”

Emperor Thiel suddenly fell silent, then slowly spoke, “You will know, your fate… it will be hard even for you to imagine. The methods those deities use to toy with mortals will be…” He sighed deeply, filled with emotion. The man before him was his most trusted subordinate. He was arguably his only true friend, a companion who had helped him ascend to the throne and establish the empire—more important than all his own princes and princesses.

“Your Majesty, what do deities live for? Perhaps to pursue stronger realms, to seek the legendary Dao. But what do *we* live for?” Peter Hughes’s expression remained calm as he slowly donned his dignified, deep-crimson diplomatic uniform. “I have pondered for a long time. Perhaps mortals, in their brief lives, simply live to pursue their dreams, to seek a life vibrant enough to be truly fulfilling.”

“My life has been vibrant enough, splendid enough.” He put on a pale-skinned facade, donned his tall military cap adorned with a pair of antlers, meticulously adjusting its brim and his hair. “Your Majesty, from the moment I assumed the role of Chief of Staff for Imperial Armaments and War Preparedness, I swore to protect this civilization and land for you. Those who willingly shattered their sub-spaces are heroes; they walked towards death. As a decision-maker, I too must walk towards death to set an example.”

“Ultimately, a civilization must possess its fighting spirit. In these final moments, if we do not awaken the madness deep within our bones, we will only perish.”

He strode away.

Emperor Thiel remained silent for a moment, looking at the remaining civilization plans. Using the Fulligarth Continent as a battlefield, deploying all high-energy weapon reserves, and even inviting deities from a transcendental civilization—this was already their utmost effort. If this still couldn't achieve complete annihilation, then escape was the only option.

He saw the two remaining plans: civilization continuation plans. They required simultaneous preparation, arranging a fallback plan in advance to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

The first plan was to encourage all geniuses, princes, princesses, and even the Emperor himself to seek entrance into the Garden of Renimansgar. The goal was to produce as many geniuses as possible to gain the attention of the entity residing there, and implore this entity to intervene and resolve their civilization's burgeoning crisis.

“Renimansgar…” Emperor Thiel sat on his throne, somewhat silent, filled with unimaginable longing. “If it comes to that, between a great being of that caliber and this virus, who would ultimately win?”

He lowered his head.

Second: The Wanderer Planet Plan. This involved abandoning everything, taking all of the civilization's elites, changing a planet's orbit, using a gravitational slingshot, and embarking on a long journey through distant space and time.

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