Cutting-edge Technology: I Provide the Brains, the State Provides Everything

262: An invitation from an alliance calling itself the ”Guardians of the Galaxy”!At the center of the Milky Way Galaxy, the embers of war had not yet completely cooled.

The two-dimensional scroll, spanning several light-years, still hung silently in the darkness, like a colossal tombstone, silently narrating the demise of the Star Devourer civilization. In front of the scroll, the massive, silver-white hull of the expedition was bathed in the faint radiation of the Sagittarius A* black hole’s accretion disk, appearing exceptionally cold and sacred.

On the bridge, the atmosphere was strangely relaxed.

”Boring, truly boring.”

”War Wolf” propped his feet, large enough to crush alloy, on the command console, shaking half a bottle of soda he’d acquired from who-knows-where, a look of utter boredom on his face. His jet-black ”Xingtian” power armor still bore a few un-wiped scorch marks, medals from the previous charge, but now they looked more like some trivial decoration.

”I originally thought these bugs would last a bit longer, giving us a good workout. But no, Commander Lu made his move, and they were instantly flattened into a picture. It feels like I took my pants off, and this is what you show me?”

The other Super Soldiers around him also burst into laughter. Although they were complaining, the pride and relief in their eyes were impossible to hide. Once upon a time, humans had to worry about being abducted and dissected by aliens. Now? We’re dissecting others and complaining it’s not satisfying enough!

”Alright, don’t be ungrateful after getting a good deal.”

Su Qingying rolled her eyes exasperatedly at the group of warmongers. On her holographic tablet, astronomical data streams were rapidly scrolling. ”You only care about fighting, do you know how troublesome it is to clean up the battlefield? heavenly craft is currently busy analyzing the remaining database of the Star-Devouring Hive Mother. That’s billions of years of civilization accumulated; even a little residue is enough for us to digest for several years.”

At this point, she turned to look at Lu Chen, who had been sitting in the captain’s chair with his eyes closed, resting. Her gaze instantly softened with reverence.

”Lu Chen, the gravitational waves around the black hole have stabilized. According to heavenly craft’s calculations, our current position has become an absolute forbidden zone for the entire Milky Way Galaxy.”

”Forbidden zone?”

Lu Chen slowly opened his eyes, those jet-black pupils seemingly hiding two bottomless abysses. The corners of his mouth curved slightly into a half-smile.

”If it’s a forbidden zone, then why are so many flies buzzing around outside?”

”Huh?”

Su Qingying and War Wolf simultaneously froze, instinctively looking at the radar screen.

The next second, although no piercing alarm sounded, heavenly craft’s cool voice instantly spread across the bridge.

[Master, large-scale space jump reactions detected.]

[Bearing: Towards the Milky Way Galaxy’s Third Spiral Arm. Quantity: Three thousand ships.]

[The對方 has not activated weapon systems, shields are in minimum standby mode, and they are sending peace signals across all frequencies.]

”Peace?” War Wolf suddenly jumped up, tossing the bottle in his hand, his eyes shining. ”Is it those guys who were secretly peeking earlier? Damn it, I haven’t even gone to find them, and they’re delivering themselves to our doorstep?”

The holographic screen instantly switched. In the previously empty star map, dense points of light suddenly appeared.

Immediately after, accompanied by ripples of spatial agitation, a massive fleet of diverse and peculiar designs slowly warped out of hyperspace.

This fleet was truly a ”United Nations” of sorts: there were transparent spacecraft made entirely of crystal, biological warships resembling giant plants, and geometric ships purely constrained by energy fields. They represented dozens of different advanced civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy, each of which, in the past, was an existence that Earthlings could only look up to.

But now, this joint fleet, which should have been awe-inspiring, behaved like a flock of startled quails.

They cautiously docked at a safe distance of ten light-seconds from the human fleet. All their weapon muzzles were lowered and even physically locked, and their engine power was suppressed to the minimum, as if fearing that even the slightest noise would invite disaster.

This posture wasn’t diplomacy.

It was — pilgrimage.

”Connect them.”