City: Build A Mecha At The Start

Chapter 316

After Lin Jun made sure that the water droplet alien civilization had not come, he was ready to leave his ‘home’ and go out for the first time to see the world.

His location is Long Academy of Sciences University, but it has been changed to “Prophet University.”

As soon as I went out, I saw a 300-meter-high statue a few kilometers away.

Prophet statue.

That is the face of Lin Jun.

“Lin Jun…”

A 30-year-old doctor saw Lin Jun’s back and walked over to say hello.

Lin Jun looked back and looked over.

After seeing Lin Jun, the doctor suddenly stiffened.

He felt that Lin Jun in front of him was different from usual, with an incredible majesty, as if he was the majesty of an imperial prime minister.

Lin Jun nodded slightly and recognized one of his own ‘colleagues’.

After nodding, Lin Jun turned and left.

The doctor was full of curiosity.

“What’s going on? How do you feel that Lin Jun has changed a person?”

Scratch your head.

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The next day, October 3, 3020, Lin Jun, after visiting the imperial capital, was ready to go to the next place——

House of the Prophet! !

The mysterious courtyard of the Prophet has never been known to outsiders, and only the senior officials of the Yanhuang Interstellar Empire know its existence.

Almost every member of the empire came out of the House of the Prophet.

The reason why the Temple of the Prophet is so mysterious is that it is hidden in another dimension of the earth.

This dimension, scientists call the shadow dimension.

It also has another name-Tomorrowland.

Tomorrow’s world has always been secret immigrants, secretly developing technology, secretly accumulating space battleships, waiting for the presence of aliens.

This shadow earth dimension is the place that Lin Jun and MSI attach the most importance to.

Enter the “Tomorrowland” secretly through a special spacecraft.

As soon as Lin Jun comes in, you can see the sky of Tomorrowland, full of densely packed warships, at least hundreds of thousands.

As if ready to fight at any time.

Soon, Lin Jun came to the Academy of the Prophet.

Lin Jun was greeted by the dean of the Academy of the Prophet. He was in his fifties. At the age when the average age reached 130, he was considered a young man.

“Lin Jun…. “…”

After seeing Lin Jun, he was stunned for a while, showing an expression of excitement.

“My Prophet?”

The attitude suddenly became respectful, Jiufen was excited, with a little uncertain doubt.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Master MSI, is it possible that Master Prophet, he really…”

MSI: “Yes, Zhang Qi, it is the Prophet who is standing in front of you, he is here…”

Dean Zhang Qi’s doubts suddenly became affirmation, and his beard was shaking with excitement.

“My Prophet!”

He was full of admiration and looked at Lin Jun, and bowed his body respectfully.

Then the news was quickly passed to everyone in the House of the Prophet.

The whole courtyard of the prophet suddenly became a sensation.

“My Prophet!”

“Unexpectedly, it was really fortunate to see Lord Prophet!”

“Uuuuu, die without regrets!”

Some elderly people even fainted excitedly.

The Academy of the Prophet, under the control of MSI, has been immersed in the glory of the Prophet Lin Jun for hundreds of years.

Throughout the entire human history, Lin Jun’s contribution is like a round of bright moon in the sky. No one’s brilliance can match Lin Jun’s glorious one-hundredth.

Without Lin Jun, after the alien invasions, mankind would have been enslaved.

If there is no “Prophet Code” left by Lin Jun, how can human beings successfully complete the interstellar colonization of many planets in just 1,000 years?

Lin Jun is a god in their hearts.

And now, Lin Jun is back.

They fainted with excitement.

Soon, many members and prime ministers of the Yanhuang Interstellar Empire came to visit Lin Jun.

Looking at Lin Jun one by one is like a younger brother or younger brother, admiringly watching seniors, older brothers, and bosses.

Binocular worship.

His eyes are eager.

The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief.

If the enemy comes, who is under the greatest pressure? Naturally, he is the actual ruler of the empire, the Prime Minister.

With MSI’s presidency, those who can become prime minister are naturally responsible and responsible.

When the Prime Minister sleeps every night, he thinks of 1.8 trillion human lives, pressed on his shoulders, and he cannot sleep well. He is only 80 years old and can only be considered middle-aged, but his hair is bald.

The pressure can be imagined.

And now that the Prophet returns, he can finally unload part of the burden.

Lin Jun felt those eyes, especially the eyes of the prime minister.

He was very pleased.

Human beings are not intrigue, but are united, which makes him very happy.

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at the same time,

Just when Lin Jun was in the Academy of the Prophet and was familiar with the current human situation,

Ten huge flying saucers with a diameter of 2,000 kilometers and hundreds of thousands of warships suddenly drilled out of anti-space and reached the outer solar system.

Command center.

A human being 3 meters tall, through the glass, looks at the distant sun and the blue earth in near planetary orbit.

“.” Master MSI, is this the earth? The home planet of our humanity? ”

After a long time,

A fluctuating voice sounded.

“Yes, this is the home planet.”

The sound is exactly the same as MSI.

At this moment, the entire fleet, 150 million humans, all boiled.

Looking at the azure planet, tears filled his eyes.

In 1000 years, 363,212 days, every day and night, the yearning for the home planet passed down from generation to generation has finally come true.

“Mother Earth, we are back!”

Although they knew that coming back this time, they might run into what MSI-sama said, leading to the destruction of the Tinder Empire.

But they were still in the referendum, with 93% of the votes, choosing to return to the earth and save their mothers.

“Even if I will die, I still have no regrets!”

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ps: The plot today is a bit difficult to write, sorry, I will continue tomorrow… just…

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