Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Get on the boat!" Shouts echoed one after another over the vast star port.

Hundreds of judicial police officers from the Ministry of Justice, dressed in neat uniforms and with serious expressions, were busy working in an intense and orderly manner.

They stood in front of the hatch of the starport, constantly waving the pointers in their hands, guiding the endless stream of technicians to move in the designated direction and gathering them one by one.

A rough estimate is that the first batch of this mission will involve up to 10 billion Mechanical Sages.

In addition, a staggering 750 billion technicians of all kinds and hundreds of billions of workers will also join this massive action.

Such an unprecedented investment of manpower is enough to demonstrate the vital importance and significance of this mission to the entire empire.

In order to ensure the successful completion of this difficult task, the empire even resorted to a series of radical measures.

For example, they have decisively stepped up the pace of producing human clones.

After biological sages worked day and night to study, a new cloning technology came into being.

This advanced technology not only greatly improves the efficiency of clone breeding, but also strengthens the memory injection process of clones through clever means.

Once these clones have their memories implanted, their own growth rate will be dramatically increased.

In just a dozen seconds, a hungry baby can quickly grow into a vigorous teenager; and in just about a minute, the teenager can transform into a young man in his prime.

Such an incredible growth rate is truly amazing.

You know, before this, this kind of technology has always been regarded as a taboo within the empire.

However, under Yang Cheng's instruction, these forbidden technologies that were once shelved were finally able to see the light of day and put into practical use.

Accompanied by the roar of engines, huge transport ships cut through the sky like arrows and rushed straight into the distance.

Their destination this time is an industrial star zone located on the edge of the Solar Star Region - the core area affected by this time fault event.

Malcador stared at Yang Cheng beside him, and said solemnly: "In the Dester sector, we have twenty industrial planets and three forging worlds here."

Hearing this, Yang Cheng looked up at the deep sky and responded thoughtfully to Malcador's words: "However, the situation has changed now..."

"Immediately order the Inquisition's Legal Department to mobilize in full force and make sure to completely eliminate all potential dangerous factors in that sector! For those workers and technicians who are willing to stay at their posts and continue to work, their families must be given generous pensions and follow-up matters must be properly arranged; at the same time, forces must be quickly organized to safely and orderly evacuate all non-essential personnel in the sector."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cheng turned around resolutely and walked towards the depths of the palace.

The heavy responsibility weighed on his shoulders like a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe and leaving him no time to take care of other matters.

At this moment, Trajan quietly came to Malcador's side.

The two of them silently watched Yang Cheng's gradually receding back until he disappeared from their sight.

After a long time, Malcador broke the silence and said in a low and firm voice: "My lord is really too tired. Let me take care of everything that happens next." Hearing this, Trajan nodded slightly to show his agreement and support, and then the two left the palace together.

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"How far is it? I feel dizzy and my stomach is churning. I'm afraid I'm going to vomit..." Farol said weakly, holding his forehead with one hand while holding the handrail beside him with the other hand. He looked a little shaky.

At this moment, he was wearing a white safety helmet and leaning against a corner of the cabin, looking extremely embarrassed.

Hearing Farol's complaints, his companion who was sitting not far away responded, "Okay, stop complaining! We'll reach our destination in about an hour, so take this opportunity to close your eyes and have a good rest." After saying this, the companion pulled his helmet down, covering most of his face, as if afraid of being disturbed. Soon after, he began to hear snoring.

"Oh..." Farol responded softly, but he knew very well in his heart that he couldn't fall asleep in his current state.

He suppressed the discomfort, tried to prop himself up, and looked out through the porthole, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

After all, this was the first time in his life that he was so close to the Solar Star Region, and also the first time that he was so close to the core area of ​​the entire empire.

However, what appeared before his eyes was not the prosperous scene he had imagined, but endless darkness.

Except for a few stars that flickered occasionally, nothing could be seen. This scene made Farol feel lost, and the joy in his heart disappeared without a trace.

In desperation, Farol had to lie back on the cold ground, close his eyes tightly, and try to force himself to fall asleep in this way.

Despite the noisy sounds and unpleasant smells all around him, he tried his best to ignore these distractions, hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible to relieve his physical discomfort.

"Hey, hey, hey! Farol! Farol! Wake up!" Accompanied by a series of rapid and excited shouts, the dazzling sunlight like a sword shone directly through the porthole onto Farol's face with his eyes closed.

Farol's companion was standing beside him with an anxious look on his face, shouting loudly and slapping his cheek mercilessly.

"Don't sleep! We've arrived! We've arrived!" Seeing that Farol still didn't respond, his companion bent down, grabbed Farol's shoulders tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to pull him up from the icy ground.

Then, he supported the still dazed and staggering Farol and walked slowly towards the exit of the cabin, step by step.

The moment they finally stepped out of the cabin, a strong heat wave mixed with a suffocating, pungent smell of engine oil instantly hit them in the face.

At the same time, the deafening roar of steel machines continued to hit the eardrums of the two people, as if to drown the entire world.

Farol was suddenly awakened by the sudden stimulation. He subconsciously used his hands to block the dazzling sunlight that almost blinded his eyes, then widened his eyes and looked at the strange and busy scene in front of him in disbelief.

Looking down from the sky, the vast ground was densely packed with countless engineers and technicians.

Some of these people were busy shuttling between the huge machines, holding various tools; some were gathered in groups of three or five, discussing some plan intensely; and some were standing on the tall scaffolding, pointing and talking below.

And in the distant sky, transport ships loaded with personnel were streaking across the sky like meteors, rushing towards this side at lightning speed.

Wherever they passed, they left behind a series of long white trails. From a distance, they looked like giant, winding dragons dancing and circling in the air.