Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Although Fang Yu's momentary daze lasted only a few seconds, it did not escape the eagle-like eyes of those experienced and sharp people in the conference room.

Especially the big boss.

His eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, stayed on Fang Yu's face for a moment, but he did not ask any further questions.

He just smiled slowly and meaningfully. In that smile, there was understanding, consideration, and the gentle care of an elder for the younger generation.

"It seems," the chief laughed, his hearty laughter instantly diluting the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room that was solidified to the point of almost murderous intent, "our Comrade Xiao Fang is exhausted."

He stood up, stretched, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Indeed. You've come all the way from the base to the imperial capital, without even a sip of hot water, to attend this 'battle of gods' meeting. Even the strongest person can't handle it."

"I think we'll stop here for today."

He turned to Mr. Lu beside him and said, "Inform them and adjourn the meeting."

"Take a half-hour break. Let everyone go out for some fresh air, a cigarette, and some time to think...about it."

The last sentence "Think about it" was very meaningful.

Everyone stood up as if they had been pardoned, and walked out of the meeting room in twos and threes.

The tense nerves were relaxed for a moment, but everyone's face was still solemn.

Fang Yu also stood up. Instead of following the crowd out, he walked alone to an inconspicuous corner of the conference room, where there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was the starry and tranquil night view of the imperial capital.

He looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the window, but his entire mind had already sunk into his own vast sea of ​​consciousness.

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly upgrade?"

In his heart, Fang Yu questioned the new system that called itself "Nuwa" in an extremely vigilant tone.

"You just mentioned 'Anunnaki'. Could it be that all of this... is related to you?"

He is not someone who would easily believe in "pie in the sky".

The system has existed in him for so long, and has always been just a relatively passive tool that provides technical blueprints.

But now, it suddenly possesses such high intelligence that it even proactively mentioned "extinction-level" threats and "emergency plans."

There must be deeper reasons behind this.

"Yes, host."

Nuwa's new, slightly rhythmic voice responded directly to his consciousness.

"This upgrade is an emergency response plan triggered by the large-scale, active reawakening of the Atlantean technology on this planet, the first detection in twelve thousand years."

Immediately afterwards, what appeared before Fang Yu's eyes was no longer the night view of the imperial capital, but a series of magnificent, dynamic three-dimensional images that looked like epic murals.

"As you can see, the Eagle Sauce leader is half right and half wrong."

In the picture, there is a blue planet.

But on the planet, there coexist two super civilizations with completely different styles, but equally brilliant and extremely glorious.

On the vast continent of the East, cities floating in the air like fairy mountains and pavilions are looming in the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge interstellar battleship with a golden dragon head was quietly anchored above the clouds.

The "gods" dressed in gorgeous flowing golden robes and with vertical pupil marks on their brows, either drove glittering flying boats or rode in chariots pulled by strange creatures, shuttling between cities.

Their architectural style is full of oriental harmony, nature and grandeur.

"We, your ancestors, did not call ourselves 'Anunnaki'."

"That's the rough general term used by the barbarians in the West to refer to all 'aliens'."

"Our clan name is 'Cintāma?5?5i'. It means 'the jewel of light manifested in the mind'."

At the same time, on the western ocean, another even larger metal city composed of countless concentric rings and full of precise geometric beauty is standing quietly.

The buildings there are angular and full of a cold, rational, and extremely developed industrial atmosphere.

Countless disc-shaped aircraft, like worker bees, fly in and out of every corner of the city.

Their men, dressed in tight, silver-white uniforms, were equally handsome, but their eyes revealed a cold, undisguised arrogance and aggression.

"And the alien race that landed on this planet with us, a race of our same origin, called themselves the descendants of 'Atlantis,' which means 'the island of Atlas, the god holding up the sky.'"

"Our two races share the same roots. Both were sowers from a more distant galaxy. But from the very beginning, our philosophies have fundamentally diverged."

The scene changes and we arrive at the vast African continent.

Countless primitive humans who are still in a state of ignorance and have just learned to walk upright are being driven into a huge, bottomless mine by a group of Atlanteans holding energy whips, just like driving livestock.

"The Atlanteans were absolute elitists and conquerors. In their eyes, everything in the universe was merely a resource to be exploited. They viewed the primitive life on this planet as tools to be transformed and enslaved at will."

"From the very beginning, their purpose in creating Homo sapiens was simply to more efficiently exploit the planet's scarce resources in order to satisfy their endless ambitions for expansion."

Meanwhile, in the eastern lands, the golden-robed Zhendan people were patiently teaching a group of primitive human ancestors how to make fire by drilling wood, build houses, and identify herbs.

There was no contempt in their eyes, only gentle guidance like an elder looking at a child.

"As for us, the Aurora people, we believe in 'coexistence and enlightenment'."

"We believe that every civilization in the universe, no matter how strong or weak, has the value of its existence and the right to develop."

"We prefer to act as guides and guardians, observing and helping young civilizations embark on their own correct paths."

The two completely different philosophies inevitably and eventually came into the most intense conflict.

The images became incomparably grand and tragic.

The sky was torn apart and the ocean was roaring.

The dragon-headed battleship in the east spewed out golden flames that were enough to evaporate everything.

The Western disc-shaped mothership responded with an absolute zero beam that could freeze space.

Weather weapons, genetic monsters, space weapons, causal weapons...

Those things that Fang Yu had only dared to imagine in the craziest science fiction novels before, at this moment, like the most ordinary conventional weapons, were poured onto each other's land by both sides without hesitation.

It was a true war between gods.

"We and the Atlanteans have been engaged in a brutal war on this planet for thousands of years. Neither of us can do anything to the other."

"Our technology has reached a bottleneck, a terrifying equilibrium point where we can destroy the enemy a hundred times, but still cannot completely eradicate them."

"In the end, it was just as you heard. The Atlanteans, driven to desperation and increasingly frantic, took a desperate measure."

"They activated the ultimate weather weapon, which even they themselves couldn't fully control, in an attempt to completely wipe us out, along with the continent we protect."

“Then came the great flood that swept the entire world.”

At the end of the image, there is a massive flood that submerges all the continents.

The glorious city of Atlantis, along with all its "genetic backups", sank into the deepest trench in the natural disaster and our final counterattack.

And Zhendan's floating fairyland also became dilapidated after paying a heavy price.

"After the cataclysm, our leader, Fuxi, realized that the planet's ecological environment had been completely destroyed by our war and was no longer suitable for us to live in."

"He believed that rather than remaining in this ruin, struggling to survive and ultimately facing self-destruction like the Atlanteans, it would be better to place our last hope in the boundless universe that we have yet to fully explore."

"So, he made the final decision. He led the last of his people, less than one ten-thousandth of whom remained, aboard our last intact Genesis-class mothership, the 'Ark'. He activated the warp drive and left this... sad place forever."

"Before leaving," Nuwa's voice seemed to carry an unprecedented solemn sense of mission, "Chief Fuxi, to protect the Dragon Nation people who carry part of our bloodline on this land and whom he considers 'distant descendants', so that they won't be completely destroyed one day by the evil legacy technology of Atlantis."

"He left me, the avatar of the main system 'Nuwa', and some of the most core permissions for 'Divine Technology'."

"As for my main body, as well as the largest and most complete civilization database and energy core of the Zhendan clan..."

"It has always been sealed in the last main base before we left Earth..."

"—It's on the top of the Kunlun Mountains in the west of your Dragon Country."