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"Brother! Stop hitting! It's me!" Dai Litong shouted.

Half an hour later...

"You little brat! What do you think you're doing?" Ding Yuwen finally believed that the person in front of him was really his sister.

"Brother, I'm sorry! I just wanted to show you that I'm very strong now too," Dai Litong said coquettishly.

"Alright, alright. First, restore everyone," Ding Yuwen said gloomily.

Being taken down by his own sister didn't make him happy.

"Okay~"

Dai Litong issued an order, and all her subordinates recovered.

"Okay, tell me, how did you come here?" Ding Yuwen asked.

"We are also warriors now, belonging to the Blueberry Merchant Guild as sailors."

...

Dai Litong roughly introduced what the Blueberry Merchant Guild was and what sailors were.

"So, your main body is still in the Mars base?" Ding Yuwen understood.

He thought to himself, Dongfang Chen wouldn't let the families of sleepers come out to take risks.

"Yes!" Dai Litong nodded.

"Then what is your current mission?" Ding Yuwen asked.

"Our first mission was to take over the base, and now it's complete. The current mission is to build subspace sentry towers around the base," Dai Litong replied.

Sailors are different from ordinary future warriors; they have much greater authority.

Nata unlocked the tech tree for them, allowing them to freely develop the base.

At the same time, they also have great control over the deployed Queen Bees.

Because Dai Litong knew where her brother was, she went straight to her destination, making her one of the faster ones to bind to a base.

However, most sailors don't know where their relatives are, so they need to enter a base first and then share information after finding the sleepers.

Afterward, they readjust their base according to the location of their relatives.

Therefore, this work was not fully completed until three days later.

September 27, 2068, Summer Calendar.

All 312 bases within the borders of China completed the construction of subspace sentry towers.

Dongfang Chen once again regained control of the Blue Star bases.

At the same time, the 100,000 celestial soldiers sent to Mars by Old Qin were completely wiped out by the four-dimensional antimatter ion cannons without any surprises.

He didn't get angry about it.

Three months later.

January 18, 2069, Summer Calendar.

A new situation appeared on the other side of the wormhole.

An extremely large beehive-shaped object was rapidly approaching.

This beehive-shaped object was about 300 kilometers wide and over 400 kilometers high.

It was generally brownish-gray and covered with dense holes.

"Launch chaos bombs and clear it out immediately!" Old Qin ordered.

He didn't think this thing would be difficult to deal with, he was just worried that too many bugs would fly out of it, and it would take time to eliminate them.

"Yes!"

Ten escort ships launched simultaneously, and 20 missiles carrying chaos bombs flew towards the beehive.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes...

Twenty minutes passed, and the missiles still hadn't hit the target.

"Are the missiles flying so slowly?" Old Qin asked, looking at the screen in confusion.

He saw that the missiles were always flying in the direction of the beehive, but they never seemed to reach it.

"Commander, according to distance estimates, the time for the missiles to hit the target after launch should be within 30 seconds. Based on the currently analyzed data, our missiles are constantly decelerating," the staff reported.

"Decelerating? Have any spatial fluctuations been detected?" Old Qin asked.

"No," the staff replied.

"What about the data returned by the missiles?" Old Qin asked.

"This is the strangest part. The data returned by the missiles shows that the flight speed has not decreased," the staff replied.

"??? What does that mean?" Old Qin was dumbfounded.

The data returned by the missiles showed that the speed was normal, but the actual observed data showed that it was constantly decelerating.

Wasn't this a contradiction?

"It feels like the space near the beehive is constantly being stretched," the staff replied.

"Didn't you say that no spatial fluctuations were detected?" Old Qin asked.

"Yes, none," the staff said, which was as good as saying nothing.

Another half an hour passed.

The missiles still hadn't reached the beehive.

And the beehive was already very close to the wormhole.

"Send 100 celestial soldiers to take a look," Old Qin said.

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, 100 celestial soldiers immediately flew towards the beehive.

Another half an hour.

The celestial soldiers hadn't reached it, and still seemed to be constantly approaching the beehive.

At this time, the missiles still hadn't arrived.

"Let them use subspace technology to fly directly to the beehive," Old Qin said, almost dying of anxiety, urging them.

"Yes!"

After the order was issued, the celestial soldiers did flicker, as if they were constantly teleporting.

But after each jump, they were still on the road, just unable to reach it.

Whether it was the missiles or the celestial soldiers, they now seemed to be extremely close to the beehive, but that last bit of distance was like being worlds apart, yet right in front of them.

Five hours later.

The beehive had already approached the wormhole extremely closely.

But Old Qin had sent several waves of celestial soldiers in succession, trying to stop or destroy it, but none of them succeeded.

Any weapon was trapped on the road, unable to hit the target.