Black Technology Brings Humanity to Upgrade Civilization

Therefore, there must be a fleet that is stronger than them or multiple fleets that are as strong or weaker than them are rushing to us...

Unless the solar system is an area where their civilizations are recorded..."

"..."

"I'm going to notify the parents."

Gao Linlin swallowed, nodded with Guo Yi, and rushed to contact the parents.

This matter is not a joke!

A flagship ship that has gone through the war has already made everyone panic, if there is a complete fleet in the future...

Nima, is this the rhythm of playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?

"Originally, I was just a little familiar, but I didn't expect such a thing to exist."

Guo Yi narrowed his eyes and exclaimed: "Sure enough, on Earth, we are just frogs in a well.

The universe is so big, full of wonders.

This magical plant actually exists! "

Everyone was speechless when they heard that Guo Yi was still lamenting that there was nothing strange: This doesn't seem like the time to sigh, right?

He Zhijun was the first to bear it, and said anxiously with Guo Yi: "I said, shouldn't we think of a solution quickly?

Guo Yi, what can we make now, hurry up and move!

The most powerful ones, such as water droplets, two-way foils, black hole missiles, gravitational distortion bombs...

Oh yes, you should block that ghost life fluctuation first, can you block it? "

"..." Guo Yi looked at He Zhijun who was anxious at the side, and couldn't help but help his forehead: "Calm down!

This thing has already started sending signals, and now it is too late to intercept.

Unless you are willing to put this fruit on the spacecraft, and then send it outside the galaxy.

And now I only know a little superficially, I haven't understood it deeply..."

"..."

Just launch away?

Maybe there is a way.

But the premise is that the aliens launch the fruit out of the galaxy before they come.

Otherwise, if people intercept it halfway, they will also discover the existence of the earth.

As for destroying corpses and eradicating traces?

Is it the sun or the earth?

In these two places, the only living thing is the earth.

This other people don't vent their anger on the earth, do they vent their anger on the meteor?

Hot potato...

"Whoo~"

Elder Zhou looked at the calm Guo Yi and asked curiously, "Do you have a solution?"

"Hehe~"

Guo Yi narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed: "First confirm what kind of civilization is inside, then I will know if I can do anything about it.

If it is still that kind of genetic side civilization, then draw its blood, study its genes, and make a gene bomb out.

If it is other similar civilizations, there are corresponding restraint methods! "

"So, now we are going to tear down that fruit!?"

"Ah."

"Let's go then!"

"..."

When the factory started to get busy, the parents also received news from Gao Linlin.

Afterwards, the parents took a deep breath and told the news to others...

094: Galactic Civilization-Rabbit Alliance listing

Eight days.

Eight days have passed since the parents and others relayed Guo Yi's speculation.

At first, the melon-eaters saw everyone gathering at the rabbit, thinking that some super big melon would come out.

The results of it?

On the first day, everyone sat in a row, waiting for the big melon.

It's a pity that the whole day has passed, and there are no melons.

The only thing that counts as a melon is that tomorrow I will start being a social animal again...

The next day, everyone thought they would come out and say something personally.

As a result, the people who eat melons only saw that Rabbit dispatched relevant personnel to contain the alien wreckage of the sand sculptor.

Moreover, the chaebol of the Sand Sculpture House was very active in cooperating, wishing they could pack it up and deliver it to Rabbit's house.

In this way, it was another day with nothing to eat.

On the third day, everyone thought that after the sand sculptor lost the leader of the dragons, it was time to play a "free symphony" concert.

As a result, the chaebols of sand sculptors paid a lot of money to prove to everyone that there is no problem with putting a dog behind the table.

Facing the "performers" among the sand sculptors who wanted to give a concert, the chaebols spread their hands, a black muzzle in one hand, and a shining small money in the other.

In the end, most of the "performers" obediently returned to their normal lives with their performance fees.

As for the top "performers", the grass on the grave is almost three feet high.