Mike Dunno stared at the somewhat unfamiliar sky. The star field of this planet seemed a little barren.
Fortunately, the residents of this planet have not yet left their home planet, and the material resources on the entire home planet have been well preserved.
But here's the bad part: they're not the first to target this planet.
In addition to them, there are also evil forces from distant star fields who have discovered this planet that is defenseless to them.
Mike Dunno understands them. They don't have the warmth of humans, let alone any fetters outside the group.
Under their cold shell is a will that is colder than flesh and blood.
In the distant past, Mike Dunn's galaxy resisted their invasion.
It was an extremely difficult and dangerous period. If the relevant technology in his galaxy had not made leaps and bounds, they would have had no hope.
Even now, they have never thought of revenge.
After all, hatred is indispensable to maintain the continuation of civilization, but it cannot make it the main subject.
"Zi...Zi..."
The crystal energy extraction facility inserts the energy extraction device deeply into the earth, and a torrent of energy is extracted by it.
This strange energy has many names, and for Mike Dunn's galaxy, they named it "D energy".
Just like the certain humanistic qualities endowed by D itself, it symbolizes the highest peak of normality in the energy field.
That is to say, when the form of energy is still in a certain stable state, D energy can exert its most superior properties.
Not every planet can contain D energy, and its birth is not just the condensation of matter.
According to research by relevant scholars, D energy is related to some kind of mental fluctuations that are born when intelligent beings think.
Mike Dunno didn't understand this, but he knew that what he was undertaking was an important mission related to the development and continuation of civilization.
After all, finding, formulating, and implementing a plan related to extracting G energy from a planet requires paying an unusually high price.
Once the plan is implemented, interruption will bring huge losses.
So even after sensing the covetousness of his old rival, Mike Dunn'o still took his soldiers and took the risk to come to this plane.
This is a primitive enough plane, and the intelligent beings on it are still at a very low level.
For Mike Dunn'o, he is not like some kind of soldier who kills these low-level intelligent beings for fun.
But Mike Dunno doesn't have any psychological pressure to kill those intelligent beings that may block energy harvesting.
On the cold display, dense collection data kept popping up. Mike Dunnou leaned on the seat of the mecha and was a little confused for a moment.
Of course, he was not thinking about his soldiers killing tens of thousands of intelligent beings these days, but was thinking about his future.
Interdimensional collection work is indeed a job whose pay and social status are worthy of its dangers.
But Mike Dunno also needs to consider something more practical: how his sweetheart sees it all.
Mike Dunn is not sure, but he feels he is lucky enough.
So, he needs some help...
"What do you think she would like?"
Mike Dunn'ou didn't look back, he said to the cold screen of the mecha.
Mechas without relevant plug-ins would naturally not respond to him, but another voice responded to him:
"In these nine days, you asked me this question twenty-seven times."
"Maybe I should answer you: What do you think she would like?"
Listening to the voice coming from the mecha, Mike Dunn's expression did not change at all.
But following some fluctuations in his will, a sound of gasping for air due to some kind of pain came from one of the mecha's communication tools.
"Wrong answer..."
Mike Dunn'o ignored his prisoner, but controlled the abnormal report about a certain node that was reflected in the mecha.
"Found humus creep?"
Mike Dunn's brows instantly knit together, which is not good news.
The dark plane of this planet has been penetrated - that was caused by their spacecraft entering it.
Because of this, a large number of dark plane creatures appeared on this planet.
Naturally, they have made some kind of cover-up and temporary repair work for this, but judging from the current situation of the mushroom carpet, it is obvious that those measures have failed.
They will eventually have a direct fight with their old rival on this planet...
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"The saint is suspected to be a meditation teacher in that magic academy?"
Sun Daoren looked at the internal intelligence information Zhifei gave him, his face full of astonishment.
But after thinking for a long time, Sun Daoren shook his head:
"I don't know where you got the information from, but I can tell you with certainty: the saint is not in this world."
"Not in this world?"
Zhifei's eyes flickered for a moment, and the relevant micro-monitoring equipment installed on him immediately transmitted this information to a more distant area:
"If we analyze purely based on what he said, I think my conclusion is correct: the universe is not unique, then we can consider..."
"At this point, we will open a new chapter that belongs to us!"
A rather old scholar stood up and said with excitement.
At this moment, dozens of top scholars in various fields are sitting here.
In addition, more scholars in psychology and related disciplines are studying the conversation between Zhi Fei and Sun Daoren.
After the general trend of the magic particle wave was determined and implemented, a group of scholars who gathered the power of a country was born.
This is a group of scholars that was born after eliminating the interference of political factors as much as possible. It will study how the descendants of the yellow land can gain a foothold in the new wave.
The plan related to the special study class for teenagers in the new era is also the first plan after the birth of this scholar group.
However, most scholars disagree with what the speakers said.
After all, the reason why the other party can appear here is not because of his profound academic attainments.
Just because: before this, he spent a long time studying the mysterious field.
He did provide the scholar group with many new and different ideas, but many of them were not very practical.
In other words, he doesn't think much about how to achieve it, but only thinks about what to achieve.
In a sense, it feels like Party A.
This is of course not impossible, after all, the fields covered by scholars are tolerant and inclusive enough.
However, it is obviously not that easy to get everyone's approval.
In the conference room, many scholars were discussing intensely.
They all have their own views and understandings on how to open up the new era.
In the confrontation between thinking and thinking, it is not just a simple game of knowledge, but also prospects and expectations for the future.
At this moment, a scholar suddenly said:
"Perhaps we can discuss plans for the tenth set of broadcast gymnastics?"