Lü Yongchang frowned slightly.

He bent his knuckles and tapped lightly on the desk in front of him.

Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing exchanged a glance and subconsciously held their breath.

They all noticed the conflicted look on Lü Yongchang's face.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound echoed in the office.

At this moment, Lü Yongchang is considering the next course of action.

Should we choose to significantly interfere with the Proxima Centauri civilization and help them rebuild it, or... allow the Proxima Centauri civilization to develop freely?

As the chief scientist, Lü Yongchang was well aware that the current human civilization on Proxima Centauri has entered an extremely dangerous zone.

It can be said that it was only a step away from complete destruction.

Admittedly, he could lend a helping hand, but for the Proxima Centauri civilization, in some ways, it wouldn't be a good thing.

Perhaps, with the remote assistance of the human fleet, the human civilization on Proxima Centauri can overcome this difficulty and once again embark on a path of smooth development.

But what about later?

He cannot be online all the time like a robot, constantly answering inquiries from tens of light-years away.

Moreover, from Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing's accounts, Lü Yongchang keenly perceived the enormous problems hidden within the Proxima Centauri human civilization.

It lacks sufficient foundation.

Because most of those who survived were from the new generation, the humans of Proxima Centauri had no experience of the Earth era, and their methods of solving various problems were extremely unfamiliar to them.

This would be fatal for an interstellar civilization.

If this is the case for natural persons, then it goes without saying that it applies to those who are publicly supported.

Compared to the natural beings of Proxima Centauri, the public-owned human population is like a blank sheet of paper. It is now almost impossible for them to smoothly take over the human civilization of Proxima Centauri.

Thinking of this, Lü Yongchang's expression gradually hardened.

"……clatter."

Lu Yongchang stopped tapping on his desk and asked softly, "What are you planning to do next?"

"First of all, I want you to understand one thing."

"Don't place your hopes on the human fleet. We won't give you much help, nor can we give you much help."

"You two should understand this principle."

Upon hearing this, Ren Feng's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still nodded solemnly.

The humans of Proxima Centauri are, after all, an independent civilization, not an appendage of the human fleet.

To rise from the ashes and become a true interstellar civilization, such setbacks and difficulties can only be overcome through one's own strength.

After a moment of contemplation, Ren Feng turned to look at Zhang Zhengqing and said in a deep voice, "Professor, we do not need the help of the human fleet."

"Next, we will make one last attempt."

"if……"

Ren Feng paused, his expression turning tragic: "If we still fail, then consider the Proxima Centauri civilization as extinct."

Lü Yongchang fell silent again.

for a long time.

He sighed softly: "I will have relevant personnel from the Academy of Sciences contact you. If you have any questions, you can ask them."

"However, I do not want you to simply copy the model of human fleets."

"This is the only help I can give you."

"...Thank you." Ren Feng lowered his head slightly and thanked him in a low voice.

"Next, we will keep our promise and transmit all the data on the social welfare system over the past eighty years to the human fleet."

"hope……"

"Our failure will allow the human fleet to go further."

"May glory endure for mankind."

...

The communication has ended.

The holographic projection slowly dissipated in the air.

Sitting behind his desk, Lü Yongchang closed his eyes and sighed again.

In his view, unless a miracle occurs, the human civilization on Proxima Centauri is doomed to perish.

Let's set aside the question of how likely Ren Feng's so-called "last attempt" is.

The drastic decline in population and the death spiral of technological decline caused by war are not something they can easily escape.

After calming his complicated emotions, Lü Yongchang reached out and unfastened the electromagnetic adsorption device on the chair, then got up and walked towards the office door.

The human civilization on Proxima Centauri has once again sounded the alarm for him.

The human fleet is not yet out of danger.

In the vast universe, a mere Level 2 civilization is hardly capable of protecting itself!

Limited by resources, interstellar civilizations are like boats sailing against the current; if they don't advance, they will fall behind.

"Zero, have Cao Liangcai and the others come to Laboratory One."

As he stepped out of the office, Lü Yongchang said in a deep voice, "Tell them it's time to start researching magnetic field shield technology."

...

Earth One Laboratory.

As the main laboratory inside the Earth, Laboratory One is capable of undertaking extremely high-precision experimental tasks.

Before Cao Liangcai and the others arrived at the laboratory, Lü Yongchang took the lead in making preparations.

"Zero, tow out one of the secondary flagships of the Lator civilization."

Lu Yongchang reached out and turned on the holographic projection, issuing the order: "Dispatch the robots and prepare to begin the dismantling work."

"Professor, the spaceport is still under construction," Zero's voice came through the speaker.

Lü Yongchang frowned slightly.

Because the focus of construction is on the surface cities of Dawn Star, the construction efficiency of the spaceport has been reduced considerably.

How much longer?

"At the current pace, it will take more than three months. Should we adjust the construction plan?"

Zero's answer made Lü Yongchang's face darken.

Three months?

That's been way too long!

"Forget it, no need for the spaceport." A glint of light flashed in Lü Yongchang's eyes. "Just install simple power modules on your robots, and we'll dismantle them right here in space!"

"receive."

At the stern of the fleet, a warship with a style completely different from the human fleet emitted a ghostly blue light.

Under Zero's control, the warship slowly accelerated and headed towards the vicinity of the Earth.

At the same time, the port hatch of the Earth slowly opened.

One after another, the Xuan Nu II ships emerged from them and waited quietly at the designated location, while the robots inside began to install various functional modules.

"professor."

Along with the sound of the laboratory door opening came Tao Yuda's excited voice: "Are we finally going to start researching the magnetic field shield?!"

Before Lü Yongchang could reply, Cao Liangcai's voice rang out.

"Whoa!"

"Professor, this is quite a grand affair."

Clearly, he saw the image projected onto the holographic screen in front of Lü Yongchang.

One after another, the Xuan Nu II ships stood ready, while in the distance, a secondary flagship of the Lator civilization was gradually approaching.

Hearing the voice of an old acquaintance, Lü Yongchang felt much better.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the researchers who were entering the laboratory one after another, and responded with a smile.

"certainly."

"It's time for human civilization to advance to Type III."