National development: I build a base on the rock beast

Just when Duan Ming was thinking about whether to drag Alya into the water, Bond took out a memory card from his pocket and handed it to Duan Ming.

"This is the power distribution map of the cult in the nearby star field. I hope it can be useful to you. This is all I can do now. I hope you can repel the cult."

Seeing this, Duan Ming quickly took it and said solemnly: "Leave it to me. If they come, I will make sure they never come back!"

After making the guarantee, Duan Ming turned to the crowd and said, "You wait here for now. Troops will come to pick you up soon. The governance of Mine 26 Planet depends on you."

After hearing Duan Ming's words, everyone quickly responded.

After learning that the cult might make a comeback, Duan Ming did not stay any longer and quickly returned to the fleet.

At the same time, on a dwarf planet a few light years away from Planet 26, a group of cult priests wearing various robes were holding a ceremony.

As many priests began to chant, the light on the altar gradually became dazzling.

However, just when everyone thought they were about to succeed, the altar suddenly shattered, and everyone who was chanting also suffered backlash, and all vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

After taking a breath, everyone walked to the altar and began to examine the reason for the failure.

One of the gloomy old men looked at the broken place of the altar and analyzed: "The purity of the ore is not enough, we need more rare minerals."

Another skinny old man said: "In that case, let Mine 26 send more ore. By the way, remember to sacrifice the craftsman who made the altar."

"Anyone who created such a shoddy project should be cut to pieces."

After hearing what the skinny old man said, the guards on the side immediately went to execute it.

However, after a while, the guard came back with an ugly face.

Seeing this, the skinny old man was a little confused and said: "What's wrong? If you are not an old man, the people below will stop."

The guard quickly explained in panic: "Your Majesty, it's not the case. News just came from the front line that the mine 26 planet has been lost."

"As for those craftsmen, they were already integrated with the altar when they were forging it."

Hearing the guard's words, the skinny old man frowned.

"Mine 26 has been lost? What does Bishop Mord do for food? Even if the civil strife in Kyria ends and the Royal Army attacks, they should be able to defend it for a while."

Hearing the skinny old man's question, the guard had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Bishop Maude has died fighting the priests stationed there."

"And it was not the Kingdom of Kyria's army that attacked Planet Mine 26, but an unknown fleet."

After hearing the guard's story, the skinny old man's brows furrowed even more tightly.

At this moment, a witch with a face full of tattoos sneered: "Mod, no, I told him to change his name a long time ago. Now it's fine, not only is the planet gone, but so is he himself."

"But then again, you Demon Tower Sect is really getting more and more stretched. Now any force that appears can steal things from you."

Being ridiculed by the witch, the skinny old man's original unhappy mood turned into anger.

He scolded the witch directly: "You old witch! You can't speak and no one will treat you as a mute!"

The witch on the opposite side refused to give in and scolded: "Why, don't let others say it. You Demon Tower Cult just can't do it."

"The bishop was given the unfortunate name of Maude, and the pope was also given the unfortunate name of Bu Xing. None of you can do it, and none of you can do it."

"Those who know it is a cult, but those who don't know it think you are just here to make fun of me."

Under the witch's cynicism, the skinny old man's face flushed with anger, and boundless pressure overflowed from his body, obviously planning to take action.

Seeing this, the witch did not give in. The same powerful ominous aura surged out, and she was ready to fight each other.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, an old man with a goatee said in a deep voice: "That's almost it. You really want to start a fight here!"

As soon as the old goat man spoke, the momentum of the skinny old man and the witch was instantly released. They snorted at each other and sat back to their original positions.

Seeing that the two of them calmed down, the old goat man said to the guard: "Tell me the specific situation."

After hearing this, the guards who were left alone quickly reported the situation on the front line to everyone.

"An unbreakable shield, a powerful and strange weapon. What do you think of the enemy's situation?"

The old goat man touched it and asked everyone.

The old man who first analyzed the reason for the broken altar said: "They should have mastered a more efficient energy source, thus upgrading their weapons and shields.

"Based on its characteristics, it should be antimatter."

Everyone was surprised when they heard the old man's words.

One of them said: "How is it possible? To reach that level, I don't know how much antimatter is consumed."

"With this amount, even if it empties the nearby star field, it won't be enough."

Regarding this person's doubts, the witch put forward a different view.

"What if it's people from a more advanced civilization? They might have mastered something similar to a method of artificial antimatter."

"After all, there are principles for the formation of antimatter. As long as we master the principles and overcome technical difficulties, artificial synthesis is not impossible."

Everyone was silent after hearing the witch's words.

Everyone felt that it was very possible that the witch said it, but no one wanted to believe it.

After all, they had worked hard for so long, making sacrifices and making terrible deals with evil gods to develop their power to this level.

Before it had time to expand further into neighboring countries, it encountered opponents from more advanced civilizations.

This is like a novice who has just left the novice village and is blocked by full-level players looking for a sense of superiority.

One can imagine his mood.

Just when everyone fell into silence and felt sad about the future, an old man said: "Don't be discouraged. As long as we complete the altar and contact that adult."

"It is bound to gain knowledge of more advanced civilizations. At that time, it was simply not a problem for advanced civilizations to master antimatter."

"When the time comes, maybe those of us who engage in occult science can have a technological advancement!"

After hearing the old man's words, everyone turned their heads and looked at each other as if they were fools.

The witch laughed and scolded: "It's time for your Alzheimer's disease to be cured. Without the rare ore of Mine 26, how can we complete the altar, perform rituals, and how can our technology soar?"

"It won't be long after we get it back?" the old man said a little confused.

Everyone sighed and said, "It's precisely because we don't know if we can get it back that we're worried! If we can get it back, what's the point of discussing it?"

The question went around in a circle and came back again.

However, the old man who put forward the opinion still did not respond. He kept mumbling: "I think my method is pretty good? Why doesn't anyone agree?"

Just when the top leaders of the cult were worried, Duan Ming also returned to the fleet and began intense preparations for war.