Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Ten days passed by in a flash, and now the important moment of unveiling the curtain of time has finally arrived.

During these short yet long ten days, Yang Cheng always stared intently at every subtle movement in the time fault.

I saw hundreds of billions of workers working hard on the surfaces of dozens of huge planets like densely packed and countless ants.

In large-scale shipyards, brand new warships are being built in full swing.

What’s amazing is that only ten days have passed in the outside world, but for the people inside the time fault, it feels like a full thousand years have passed!

Yes, a full thousand years! During this long period of time, several generations have devoted their precious lives to the great cause of building warships without reservation.

When their father unfortunately passed away, their son took over his unfinished work without hesitation; and when the son also passed away, their grandson resolutely took up the burden of the family and continued to fight on the front line of warship construction.

It is with this spirit of never giving up, passed down from generation to generation, that one magnificent warship after another gradually took shape under careful command and was eventually completed perfectly.

"It's over, it's all over..." Yang Cheng murmured softly, his body gradually floated up, as if losing gravity, and slowly rose into the air.

The breeze gently blew the corners of his clothes, and his deep eyes stared ahead with a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

As he continued to rise, he soon arrived at the periphery of the barrier. This barrier was like an indestructible wall, emitting a dazzling golden light, completely isolating the world inside from the outside world.

Yang Cheng stood quietly in the air, silently raised his arms, and then gently placed his palms on the huge barrier.

Just as his palm touched the barrier, a deafening roar rang out: "Boom!" The sound was like thunder in the universe, spreading around at an astonishing speed. The terrifying whistling sound swept across the entire galaxy in an instant.

I saw that the originally extremely solid golden light began to slowly dissipate, as if it was forcibly torn open by an invisible giant hand.

As the golden light gradually dissipated, the scene hidden behind it finally appeared before Yang Cheng's eyes.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

The Imperial Navy members standing by stared with eyes wide open, looking at the scene inside the galaxy in disbelief. They saw tens of thousands of heavy cruisers and battleships neatly docked at the starports of each planet.

Their huge bodies were like giant steel beasts, giving people an incomparable sense of oppression. And around these giant battleships, hundreds of thousands of small battleships of various types had also docked, densely filling the entire space, forming a spectacular steel ocean.

The golden Sky Eagle flag fluttered in the sky. At that moment, countless crew members and officers hugged each other excitedly, and the sages of the Mechanicus also began to take over these warships.

When the sages of the Mechanicus boarded the starport with great expectations, an eerie silence came over them.

The entire star port was silent, as if shrouded in an invisible fear.

The sages looked around and saw nothing else except various sophisticated equipment neatly arranged and ready to go.

"Go to the planet's surface and check the situation." The great sage gave the order with a serious expression. His deep eyes revealed his alertness to unknown dangers.

Accompanied by the powerful airflows ejected by the two landing craft, they flew like arrows through the sky that had become dark and gloomy due to exhaust emissions.

Finally, the landing craft slowly landed on the surface of the planet. As soon as the hatch opened, several anxious mechanical sages rushed out impatiently.

However, the moment they stepped out of the cabin, what they saw made the leading sage's metal speaker make a noise, and then a harsh mechanical sound came from his metal speaker: "Oh, Messiah!" What appeared in front of everyone was a wide street, but at this moment this street had become a dead silent hell.

The streets were littered with corpses, all of them skinny, shriveled and powerless, looking horrifying.

A careful observation revealed that, judging from the special marks left on their bodies, some of the dead were hard-working workers created through cloning technology; while others were obviously professionals such as craftsmen responsible for building important facilities such as warships.

"Detect the cause of their death, and then move on..." The leading mechanical sage gave orders expressionlessly. His metal face, which was flashing with cold light, revealed a chilling majesty.

Behind him, several Skitarii dressed in bright red robes filed out and landed smoothly on the ground from the landing craft.

Then, the team marched in unison, closely following the Mechanical Sage, and together they explored deeper into the interior of this mysterious building.

Not long after, the mechanical priest in charge of detecting the cause of death walked quickly to the sage, bowed slightly, and reported in an emotionless voice: "The cause of death has been found out. They all died of overwork. According to preliminary judgment, the time of death was about 78 years ago, and the age of the deceased should be around 46 years old at the time." After saying that, he respectfully handed over the data report in his hand.

The Mechanical Sage took the report, quickly glanced at the densely packed numbers and charts on it, and simply nodded slightly in response.

Then, a low sound came from his cold and ruthless voice machine, as if it was the noise made by countless gears meshing and turning with each other: "So he was exhausted to death, no wonder..." This strange voice echoed in the empty and silent space, making people shudder.

The Mechanical Sage slowly stepped forward, his eyes falling on the bodies of the workers lying on the ground.

He carefully observed the posture and face of each corpse, as if trying to interpret more stories behind the tragedy. The mechanical priest standing aside stared at the sage quietly, waiting for further instructions.

After a moment, the leading mechanical priest seemed to suddenly realize something and said, "Now I roughly understand why this happened. I also understand why His Majesty the Great Emperor did not arrange for the relevant personnel to undergo life-extending surgery before carrying out this construction project. In the final analysis, the reason is just two words - efficiency." As he spoke, he looked around, his eyes lingering on the huge machinery and equipment that were still running.

"In our huge imperial factory system, every worker must devote all his efforts to production. If they can exert all their strength to manufacture products, then usually within a few years or even more than ten years, they will eventually die of extreme fatigue at their posts. However, it is this seemingly cruel method that ensures the rapid development of the imperial industry and the smooth completion of various construction tasks."

Judging from all this, the so-called life-extending surgery is useless because none of these workers can live to be 100 years old.

Before they turned 100, they had already died suddenly at work due to overwork.