Me, Ultraman!Turn over to the country!

12 billion years later, even if it is still alive, it must wake up very weak. "

"Is it the Dark Zos galaxy?

Just look for it when you are bored. If that god of death is really in this place, take advantage of the weak time after it sleeps, gather all the power of Baltan, and give this so-called god of death a fatal blow, and see if you can completely eliminate those gangsters. The problem of the dead, they have become more and more rampant recently! "

"no!"

Mister Worrier seems to have changed places. The background of the holographic projection is switched to the endless starry sky, and the signal gradually becomes stable.

"Don't act on your own, you'll kill us all!"

"Could it be that you really believe..."

"It's not a question of believing or not, listen to me!!!"

Mr. Even more aggressively suppressed the audience. When he noticed that the eyes of all the colleagues in the audience were focused on him, he pondered for a moment and organized his words——

"Your logic is indeed self-consistent, but there are still problems!"

Baltan on the opposite side immediately showed a discontented expression.

"Let me ask you, are we Baltan strong?"

--of course!

All Baltans nodded without hesitation, including Miss Sharron who proudly held her head high.

"Compared with those old antiques?"

Miss Sharron hesitated for a moment. She had been in contact with those old antiques many times, but in terms of strength... she hadn't made a comparison, let alone a real contest.

——There is no need for that.

The old antiques seldom expand their colonies. They basically huddle in their home galaxy, as if they are deliberately limiting the size of their own civilization and the scale of development.

"How does it compare with those giant star beasts?"

More Baltans fell silent.

Compared with the ancient civilizations that only exist in the data records, the space behemoths are closer to them.

In some places in the universe, even the Baltans had to take the initiative to avoid them.

"In these years, I have been to places that none of you have been to, farther than any Baltan star."

Even Mr. Suicide waved his pliers, and a fast-filling progress bar suddenly appeared in front of the crowd—data transmission in progress.

Soon, the data transmission was completed, and Miss Sharron couldn't wait to click on the file.

Immediately, she was shocked by the sight in front of her——

On the three-dimensional super galaxy cluster overview map, the boundaries outlined by the entity protrude a huge light and shadow.

The faint dotted line outlines almost 1/10th the size of the physical plane.

"Have you been there before?" Sharon was dumbfounded.

Everyone in Baltan present had expressions of shocking my mother.

Of course, Sharon knew what the outline of the dotted line represented.

The expansion of the star map and the opening up of the unknown universe are not tasks that should be done by one person.

All the top intelligence personnel of the Baltan Interstellar Special Service were present, but they didn't even remember how long the territory of Baltan's star map hadn't been expanded.

Baltan has an extremely high level of welfare, with per capita resources exceeding one planet, and a very good standard of living.

In terms of development, the boundaries of the known universe are endless.

If it weren't for the cloning technology, Baltan's population would have shrunk even further.

Life is secure, all entertainment can be satisfied, and a Baltan person cannot travel to every Baltan star city in a lifetime.

Whether it is the pursuit of excitement or enjoyment, the huge territory can be fully satisfied.

In this way, who would be willing to go further afield to do such a... bloody thing?

Maybe one day, Baltan will shrink back to the mother galaxy like those old antiques, and just keep its own civilization alive.

But the star map in front of me cannot be faked——

Homologous star map data can only be seamlessly integrated into the existing official star map if it has actually arrived and been precisely tailored and observed with Baltan-standard equipment.

The star maps obtained from other civilizations are innumerable, and it is impossible to seamlessly integrate the star maps.

Now you tell me that a Baltan man has explored 1/10 of the distance of the known territory?

Although this is not a comprehensive expansion, the dotted line outlined is just like a sharp arrow piercing into the territory of the unknown universe.

But this is already an almost impossible feat!

The way Sharon looked at Mister Wicker changed, and the eyes of all the Baltans present also changed.

Even the one who was bullied by Baltan showed admiration, and the previous dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant.

What a joke, this Baltan on the opposite side is a hero!

From this distance, combined with his current age, it can be deduced.

Baltan in front of him has been doing this since he was an adult, and he has never stopped walking.

Stay away from civilization and hustle and bustle, and get rid of pleasure and prosperity.

He is walking alone on the unknown road, and he is a glorious pioneering hero who can be written in the history of Baltan civilization!

Only then did Sharon recall the previous mystery of Mr. More Willful to Death——

He never provided any valuable information and appeared transparent in intelligence meetings.

And now she finally knows the reason for this, combined with his previous rhetorical question...Sharon's complexion changed.

"You mean all the ancient civilizations and space behemoths you encountered..."

Even worse, Baltan looked over lightly, nodded silently, "Please continue to read."

Look?

What to look at?

Sharon subconsciously flipped the data interface in front of her, and the next moment, her pupils trembled——

In the dark and endless sky, a giant bird is slowly swallowing a planet with its five-pointed star-shaped organ in its abdomen—just right!

Bemonstein!

There is such a big Bemonstein!

Sharon couldn't believe her eyes.

But if it is Belmonstein, with its reproduction speed...

Even though she knew that there was no need to tell such a lie that could be revealed immediately, Sharon quickly clicked on the detailed observation data and real scene reproduction.

Suddenly, the bright secret room was dimmed, and the giant bird lightly flapped its black wings covering the sky and the sun, and slowly approached a poor terrestrial planet.

Perhaps because of living for too long, Bemenstein's bird's beak is already dark in color, and the horns of its head have turned into a golden appearance. Only the crisp bird's song is transmitted along the vibrating interstellar dust, and it is captured by the observer's perspective. Baltan recorded it.

eating...

Sharon silently stared at Bemonstein who was eating, her mind went blank.

Compared with such terrifying starry sky behemoths, the ones they had seen before could only be regarded as brats at best.

"Maybe you don't believe it."

Even more deadly, Baltan glanced across the audience.

"Neither the starry sky behemoths nor the very few civilizations that survived 12 billion years ago have not expanded their ethnic group and scale."

"At first, I always thought this was an inevitable trend of civilization, and those civilizations...keep their mouths shut."

He nodded again in the direction of Sharon, and the Baltan girl bowed back flattered.

"Not long ago, I visited a star field, and there is evidence that there was a splendid civilization in that space field."

"It took a lot of hard work to piece together the name of this civilization from the ancient ruins of more than a dozen different galaxies."

"Nuaza, the Universe...Emperor!"

117 Stay in Awe...Forever!

A ruined wall of the old past.

A few broken stone tablets floating in the cold universe for billions of years.

Dozens of scientific research stations still retain traces of civilization development.

Hundreds of death star cities that swim alone around the stars.

Nearly [-] galaxies that have been developed...

The ambitious blueprint for the development of a civilization is almost in sight.

Everything indicates the disappearance of a civilization that once existed and claimed to be the emperor of the universe.

And what caused all this to happen was a terrifying memory that hadn't completely disappeared for billions of years.

A deadly mist descends from the depths of the universe, and the single flame-blue eye, which heralds the arrival of a star of death, hangs high above the universe, casting a malicious gaze on all forms of life.

Death, Engel Colas, Malice of Death, God of the Void.

The Baltans were immersed in this terrifying story, watching the almost immersive scenes in the materials, as if they could see a glorious civilization slowly sinking into the mist of death under the watchful eyes of the terrible flame.

gradually--

Struggling, powerless, suffocating.

Death!

"It's worth noting that the god of death seems to be looking for something." Adding the same preface attracted the attention of all Baltans.

"Looking for...what?" Sharon raised her hand obediently.

"Pagon*"

Mr. Wicked to Death tried to imitate that weird syllable again, but he couldn't pronounce it correctly.

Soon, he stopped this effort that had failed tens of thousands of times, and continued:

"Death chased Pagon away, some civilizations survived, and there seemed to be some survivors who escaped from the destroyed Nuazamu galaxy.

That is the only lucky person who has faced the god of death and survived. If we can find the descendants of the survivors, we may have a better understanding of the power of Engel Colas, the god of death. "

The eyes of the Baltans gradually brightened.

"Let's help." Miss Sharron's eyes held traces of fear and uneasiness as she tremblingly raised her tongs.

"I'll come too!" Baltan, who had mercilessly mocked Sharon's naivete, agreed second.

As an elite intelligence officer of the Baltan Interstellar Secret Service, he is not a fool, and questioning Sharon is just a normal rebuttal that scrutinizes the details and finds that it is unreasonable.

Now, the iron-like evidence is in front of me——

The death sect that suddenly became active, the undead monsters that have suddenly increased in number, the ancient civilization with weird behavioral logic, the starry sky giant beast that violates the laws of biological development, and the remains of civilization 12 billion years ago.

Many unusual collisions together point to a huge crisis that is approaching the whole universe.

Destruction seemed to be on its way, but they didn't realize it.

"Apart from finding the location of the dark Zoth Nebula, what should I do? Also, do you want to inform all Baltan compatriots?"

"No!"

"no!"

"Can't!"

The multiple negations that sounded in an instant made Baltan a little overwhelmed.

"It is not appropriate to spread any news about Engel Colas, the god of death."

Even Mr. Suicide nodded his head in agreement.

"'Just knowing its existence may be dangerous.' This sentence should not be said casually. The old antiques and the starry sky behemoths have a tacit understanding, and we Baltan also joined in."

"Information control will be implemented from now on."