Captain, your ship has exploded again.

Deep within the satellite mines of Spero, inside a building distinct from the factory above.

"If the ancestors of the Spello people had such foresight, why are their descendants so short-sighted?"

Zhang Xun walked through the huge and empty shipyard, where this thing was discovered during the disinfection process.

Spero's security measures were very comprehensive, but even though the TX Terminator was a stripped-down version, their technology far exceeded Spero's expectations.

Zhao Wanyang adjusted her glasses and spoke based on the scanning information displayed on them.

"This shipyard should have previously housed two Ark-type spaceships. Judging from the placement of the hull blocks, their size far exceeds that of the Executor at nineteen kilometers."

Zhang Xun nodded and said, "None of that matters anymore. What matters is my spaceship, which is right here! Those damned Speros, how dare they steal my ship!"

Ignoring Zhang Xun's hysteria, Zhao Wanyang shook her head and said, "Idiot, you only conquered this place. Everything inside wasn't originally yours. Besides, judging from the state of this place, your spoils were sold off a long time ago."

Based on the information gathered, Spero is severely desertified. Even though there are many comets and asteroids in space (most of which contain a lot of ice), their large-scale impact on the planet would cause a sharp drop in temperature, making Spero's condition even worse.

At that moment, Yun Ruomin, who was deciphering the factory equipment, shouted, "Zhao Wanyang, I've found some information!"

A race that can sell even the ark spaceship left by its ancestors would certainly not leave behind any central computer for future generations to admire. Of course, it would sell everything it could. The device that Yun Ruomin is cracking is just some residual permanent recording device.

Zhao Wanyang pulled Zhang Xun, who looked unwell, to Yun Ruomin's side. In front of them was a logistics recording computer embedded in a metal wall.

These computers were originally connected to the central processing room, with automatic recording functions and anti-tampering and anti-theft designs. Their purpose was to prevent anyone from using their power to obstruct the plan.

However, it is clear that the people in power who established the base could never have imagined that Spello's successor would be such a scoundrel.

The XXXX yuan racial migration plan was threatened and put on hold.

XXXX yuan, an abnormal stellar eruption caused a brief power shortage at the base, resulting in the loss of 73 personnel (list below).

XXXX yuan, the Ark Base is now completely completed...

Whether it was a custom of the Spello civilization or a way to showcase the bravery of their ancestors, the information records were displayed in reverse chronological order, and Zhang Xun and the others were not interested in these things.

After using the SkyNet feature in a portable quantum computer to forcibly crawl all the data through overload, this recorder, which had been running for an unknown period of time, finally ended its mission.

"Tsk, it's burned already? This thing was an antique, it should be worth a lot of money if it were taken apart, what a waste!"

Having had enough, Zhao Wanyang chopped Zhang Xun on the head and said, "Shut up. How did the Four Little Vendors turn you into a money-grubber? The amount of supplies your fleet consumes in a day is enough for you to haul away these damn antiques in trucks."

"Damn it! This is such a waste of money! Can't the spaceship just be grounded? I don't even have a place to collect taxes. Aren't I going to be broke in no time?"

Zhao Wanyang slapped herself in the face. She hadn't expected that Zhang Xun, who possessed divine power, had only fallen ill a little later than them.

For some reason, the word "patient group" suddenly popped into Zhao Wanyang's mind. Should she use this as the name of her faction for the next mission universe?

The offline Tianwen system, which is equipped by individual soldiers, has a much smaller computing power than the networked version used by the fleet, and it took a considerable amount of time to process this massive amount of data.

"Zhang Xun, come here. Stop tearing up your floorboards. There's no way you could have missed anything here."

Zhang Xun, who had been summoned by Zhao Wanyang, reluctantly stood up from the ground, patted the metal shavings off his armor gloves, and slowly walked towards Zhao Wanyang.

However, all of this was just to mislead Zhao Wanyang. At this moment, a gold coin was lying in the disinfection and storage on the side of his armor. Obviously, Spero also had a similar custom of using money to protect the house.

"Did you find any useful information?"

With a solemn expression, Zhao Wanyang sent the message to Zhang Xun's armor.

Zhang Xun glanced at the yellow-level information, which was mostly outbound data. His expression was quite unpleasant when he looked at the red-level information.

A civilization marked by Sparrow as the 'Darkness of the End' has emerged.

"Based on the outbound anomalies here, in the timeline of the Spello civilization, this 'darkness of the end' spanned more than a thousand years of their civilization's history."

If we could obtain data from their home planet, we could roughly determine whether the civilization that planned the attack on us was this so-called 'Darkness of the End.'

Zhang Xun reviewed all the records marked in red. It was clear that the name on this automatic recorder was given by the wise leader of Spero. After checking the information before and after the red records, Zhang Xun boldly guessed that Spero's biotechnology must have been created by them.

"It's useless. A dark force hiding in the shadows, enslaving and destroying a civilization, would not leave information on the slave's capital planet. The data here was preserved entirely because of the anti-tampering settings from the beginning. Didn't you see that the most recent record here is from hundreds of years ago?"

Although the factory records overhead were a complete mess, the basic dates were still normal. As supporting equipment for the Ark Shipyard, most of its original functions had been sold off, and what remained, including later upgrades, were all basic material manufacturing equipment.

Zhao Wanyang patted Zhang Xun on the shoulder and said, "It seems that you, the sixth brother, are about to meet your match. The fact that the other party was able to scheme against the Spero civilization more than two thousand years ago proves that they were not much different from the Spero civilization back then."

But you should know that the information we have from the Ancient Lan Empire indicates that a great empire existed in this universe over a thousand years ago. Perhaps it will be an interesting opponent, won't it?"

Zhao Wanyang licked her lips, and excitedly stroked the corner of her lips with her fingers.

Since leaving the solar system, the extraterrestrial civilizations that humanity has officially encountered have all been reckless and aggressive. The discovery of this venomous, snake-like civilization proves that there are still many advanced, level-six civilizations in this universe where might makes right. After all, when you find one cockroach, it means there are already many cockroaches lurking nearby.

As for the great empires of this universe more than a thousand years ago, no one can guarantee just how dark this 'darkness of the end' truly is, given that this cosmic history requires the participation of archaeological teams.

"Hey, can you guys stop getting so excited and discussing something so terrifying? This is a civilization from over two thousand years ago! If we had that time, we'd have at least forty million warships."

Zhao Wanyang shook her finger at Yun Ruomin and said, "Wrong. The 200,000 battleships a year is the limit due to various material constraints and the maintenance of the mission empire. If humanity had two thousand years, the number of battleships would increase exponentially, reaching at least tens of billions."

"Damn it, are you bullying me because I'm less educated than you?"

Yun Ruomin stomped her foot angrily, put her hands on her hips and pointed at Zhao Wanyang, saying, "Don't look down on us just because you have a formal scientific research background. Even if one human pilots one warship, there won't be enough people to operate a warship worth billions. If mechanical intelligence were really that useful, other civilizations would have turned the Milky Way into a junkyard long ago."

"What a clever little brain!"

Zhao Wanyang tapped Yun Ruomin's forehead with her finger. As the head of the technical department, she could certainly tolerate her subordinate's offense due to 'illness'.

"But don't forget, the number of ships Zhang Xun lost in battle alone is enough to reach tens of millions. Of course, there were also contributions from the mission universe forces, but the number is still terrifying enough. The Milky Way will not become a junkyard. Not to mention the Guiwu civilization would not allow it, the battlefield scavengers would not allow it either."

If Zhao Wanyang's prediction is correct, the civilizations that harassed the Gliese star system should mainly be these battlefield scavengers. Only a civilization that has been completely enslaved would not have enough tribute items to risk scavenging.

Just as the two women were arguing about the number of warships, a sharp scream rang out in the mining area.

"Zhang Xun~~~!"

Even though the voice was distorted due to cracking, Zhang Xun could still recognize that it was Natal. At this point in time, the only thing that could excite her so much was the problem that had occurred on Spero's home planet.

"Damn, how did we get discovered so quickly? You two hold them off, I'd better get out of here."

Before Zhang Xun could escape, Zhao Wanyang's arm grabbed Zhang Xun's armor. The sudden stop at his neck caused Zhang Xun's legs, which were already exerting force, to be lifted high into the air.

"As the saying goes, it's better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than to sacrifice myself. Zhang Xun, I think it's better to sacrifice you than to sacrifice both of us."

"Cough, cough, holy crap, Zhao Wanyang, you've changed!"

Before Zhang Xun could finish speaking, Natal, who had already appeared in front of him, grabbed his arm and said as they walked.

“Zhang Xun, you must explain to me clearly today what exactly happened to Spero, how they started killing each other. Didn’t you say before that their independent consciousness had been completely erased because of the brain implants?”

They even said that a race with a completely 'unified' ideology would only be annihilated by external enemies due to the corruption of its leaders, so why are they attacking each other now!

Zhao Wanyang and Yun Ruomin waved to Zhang Xun as he was being dragged away, as if they were sending a friend to the execution ground. There was not a trace of reluctance in their eyes; instead, their eyes were full of excitement and a thirst for gossip.

"Damn it! You two, I'll be back for revenge!"

Natal, who was dragging Zhang Xun away, heard Zhang Xun's roar and turned around angrily, punching Zhang Xun's helmet.

"Revenge, revenge, all you know is violence! Can't you love the world a little more? The universe needs your salvation, you must..."

At this moment, Zhang Xun's vision was completely dark. He prayed that Yi Jiu would quickly open the next mission universe. Who could have predicted that his bugged jump between mission universes would cause the time travel function to reset.

Damn Warhammer Four Gods, it's all your fault!