It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

While talking, an extremely complicated ripple appeared on the top of Lyle's thinking organ: "Everything stems from that ignorant Atoka!"

"The ending of being executed in public is really too cheap for him!"

"He transmitted his genetic data to the solar system!"

"Do you know what that means?"

Lyle shouted excitedly: "This means that our race has been stripped naked and placed on the dissection table of the civilization of the solar system!"

"Once they reach Proxima Centauri, they can launch a genetic attack on us at any time!"

"At that time, the Proxima Centauri civilization will be completely extinct!"

"Dear Ricks, we cannot leave the fate of the race in the hands of others." Lyle's tone gradually calmed down.

Rex, who was wearing dark gray clothes, nodded silently, and then he continued to ask Lyle in front of him, "Then, what if they can't come?"

Lyle was silent for a moment.

"Even if they don't come, we have to go."

Lyle's words made all the Proxima Centauri exclaimed.

"Quiet!" Ricks in gray shouted in a deep voice.

After the sound in the room gradually decreased, Rex suppressed the anxiety in his heart and asked the reason softly.

Lyle did not answer immediately, but took a deep look at the various Proxima Centauri people in front of him.

"This is a picture I discovered through an optical telescope some time ago."

While speaking, a holographic image appeared in front of everyone.

In the video, it is a picture taken by Atoka during his lifetime.

That Lyle unceremoniously took this achievement as his own: "After my observation and calculation, it is basically certain that this is a man-made object."

When seeing this dark object entering Proxima Centauri, everyone present let out a low sigh again.

"Master Lyle, what happened to our main star?!" From the audience, several shrill inquiries sounded.

Seeing the color of the clothes worn by those who asked the question, Lyle's three pairs of visual organs revealed a bit of imperceptible contempt.

"In the past few days, I have calculated a large amount of data of the main star."

"After comparison, I found that this artificial object seems to be rapidly absorbing the energy of the host star."

Speaking of this, Lyle's visual organs showed a bit of fear, and the skin on the top also had bursts of fine bumps.

"Our host star is aging at an unprecedented rate."

There was silence in the hall.

Every Proxima Centauri person's "face" showed more or less fear.

"Lucky in misfortune."

"Our host star is a red dwarf."

"It will not expand the red giant star, nor will it produce such a terrible disaster as a helium flash."

"It will only slowly extinguish and turn into a black dwarf that no longer emits heat."

"This process originally took trillions of years to realize, but now, it only takes about 100-200 years."

The hall that had some slight discussions fell into silence again.

One hundred to one hundred and fifty years...

You know, the average lifespan of a normal Proxima Centauri is about 500 years.

One hundred to two hundred years is too short for everyone present!

Chapter 191 Death Spiral

Inside the black disc-shaped hall, everything was quiet.

Only the sound of breathing in and out of the breathing holes remained.

Every Proxima Centauri person is thinking about the meaning contained in this news.

"So, what should we do now?"

Rex's voice sounded again, attracting the attention of all Proxima Centauri present.

Facing Rex's inquiry, Lyle restrained his disdain and contempt for the rest of the Proxima Centauri.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "According to the current situation, interstellar immigration may be our only way to survive."

"Interstellar immigrants?"

Rex narrowed his visual organs slightly: "Our technological level should not be able to lead all Proxima Centauri away?"

Lyle responded with a natural tone: "Of course."

"To be precise, we can only take away [-] Proxima Centauri."

The voice fell, and there was a commotion in the hall.

One hundred thousand Proxima Centauri.

what does this mean?

It means that more than 99% of the Proxima Centauri will have to face the gradually extinguished star in the course of their lives.

This process is very tormented and painful.

As the energy released by the host star gradually decreases, the surface temperature of Proxima Centauri b will become lower and lower.

Even with a dense atmosphere that would maximize heat retention, surface temperatures would drop rapidly below freezing over a period of a few decades.

By then, there will be no liquid water on the surface of Proxima b.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the ecosystem of Proxima Centauri b.

With the help of the energy generated by the fusion reactor, the remaining Proxima Centauri can still live in buildings, or in other words, in dungeons.

But this is just the appetizer of the whole disaster.

Over time, after 150 years, the surface temperature will drop to a critical point.

That's the temperature at which most gases in the atmosphere liquefy, or freeze.

At that time, Proxima Centauri b will have no atmosphere.

Proxima Centauri will also completely lose the right to survive on the surface.

Once the situation develops to this point, the hope of survival for the Proxima Centauri who are left on Proxima b is very slim.

Although the fusion reactor can maintain the temperature in the dungeon, the raw materials for the fusion reactor are limited.

Especially after meeting the needs of the long-distance fleet, the helium-[-] resources stored on Proxima Centauri are only enough to consume the entire civilization for decades.

Although there is a gaseous planet inside the Proxima Galaxy, which contains extremely rich helium-[-] resources.

But according to the current productivity of Proxima Centauri, it is tantamount to wishful thinking to obtain helium-[-] resources from that gaseous planet.

A few minutes later, Rex in gray opened his breathing hole and took a deep breath.

"In this case, as you said, prepare for the interstellar immigration plan."

"It's just... Dear Lyle, where are you going to choose your target?"

Lyle didn't speak, but silently looked in the direction of Atoka's execution.

"You mean, the solar system?!" The smooth skin on the top of Rex's thinking organ suddenly appeared huge and fine bumps.

Even as a royal family, he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, but he was frightened by Lyle's thoughts.

The frequency of his breathing was a little quicker for an instant, and a sharp voice sounded: "This is the end of the road!"

Seeing Lyle's slightly indifferent eyes looking at him, Rex felt a chill in his heart, and quickly lowered his posture: "Your Excellency Lyle, forgive me for being unreasonable."

"It's just that our genetic data..."

Lyle shook his head lightly.

"Ricks, I know what you mean."

"But this is the only way for the Proxima civilization to survive."

"The nearest two stars, Nanmen [-] A and Nanmen [-] B, although these two stars form a relatively stable binary system, there are no planets for us to live in."

(Nanmen [-] A, Nanmen [-] B, and Proxima Centauri form Alpha Centauri, which is a triple star system, but Proxima Centauri is farther away from the other two stars and has a smaller mass, so it does not form the so-called The three-body structure, the orbits of Nanmen [-] A and Nanmen [-] B are more inclined to stable binary star systems.)

Rex's eyes dimmed slightly.

Of course, he is clear about this.

only……

"Why not choose Barnard's Star, which is also a red dwarf like Proxima Centauri." Rex continued to ask, "According to our observations, the structure of Barnard's Star System is also similar to that of Proxima Centauri. , both have a gaseous planet and a solid planet.”

Lyle was silent for a moment.

"Ricks, do you know how far Barnard's Star is from us?" Lyle's voice became sharp again, "6.55 light years! Damn it, that's 6.55 light years!"

Lyle's emotions suddenly became intense.

He angrily kicked some decorations around him to the ground.

Harsh sounds echoed in the disc-shaped building.

The thinking organs of all the Proxima Centauri people present were more or less frightened.

In their impression, Lyle would never show such a gaffe.

"We are only 4.22 light-years away from the solar system!" Lyle continued hysterically.

"The itinerary has increased by 55%, tell me, how do we get there?!"

Rex lowered his thinking organs, and retorted in a low voice: "Perhaps, we can choose to bring fewer Proxima Centauri."

Lyle's breathing hole opened slightly, and a series of rapid and high-pitched screams came out.

He walked up to Rex angrily, stretched out his thick forelimbs, and grabbed Rex's gray clothes: "If we go to Barnard Star, we can only bring [-] Proxima Centauri!"

"Do you know how many people are needed to maintain the current level of technology? At least [-] million Proxima Centauri!"

"One hundred thousand people from Proxima Centauri, even if these 10 people are all elites, our technological level will still undergo an unprecedented setback."

"Ten Thousand Proxima Centauri, do you want us to go back to the Stone Age?!"

Rex didn't answer Lyle's question, but just lowered his head and looked at the dark ground.

At this moment, deep despair appeared in his thinking organs.

A thought that made his hair stand on end gradually surfaced.

If the purpose of the object that entered Proxima Centauri is to destroy the Proxima Centauri civilization, then it has obviously completed its mission.

One hundred thousand people from Proxima Centauri will definitely not be able to support an interstellar civilization.

Even if they escape by chance, they will fall into the death spiral of technological decline.

In other words, unless there is a miracle, the Proxima Centauri civilization has entered a countdown to extinction.

Lyall let go of his forelegs, and the breathing holes on his body opened and closed rapidly.

He gradually calmed down.

"So." He scanned the crowd with fierce eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Get ready for war, everyone!"

"I'm not joking, this is the only way for the Proxima civilization to survive!"

Chapter 192 "Earth, Departure"

Solar system, Earth.

"Professor, it's time." A soft light shone in the slightly dim office.

Zero's avatar gradually appeared at the desk: "Most of the scientific researchers have already evacuated, it's your turn and the chairperson."

Lu Yongchang nodded silently, picked up the white coat hanging on the side, and put it on himself.

Then, he walked towards the door of the office.

The moment he put his hand on the doorknob, Lu Yongchang turned his head to look at the dark room again.