On the aircraft.

As Han Ling and Roderick got into their conversation, Han Ling couldn't help but ask:

"Are the scientists in those cutting-edge laboratories also of a specific race?"

Roderick immediately shook his head:

"No, every race has them. Intelligence is determined at birth, and most Zerg are not suited for scientific research."

Especially the cutting-edge laboratory, where the researchers are geniuses selected from 900 billion female insects across the entire star system.

Han Ling nodded in deep agreement.

The aircraft moved forward rapidly, and the group chatted as they went.

In just over an hour, the aircraft landed in front of a pile of ruins.

At this moment, the surrounding mountains and landscapes have changed.

On the desolate Gobi Desert, a few withered plants are scattered here and there.

The sand, gravel, and rubble have been polished into fine, rounded pieces by the constant winds, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Roderick led the way, guiding the group over a building ruin and onto the other side of the ruin.

It was a thick, broken wall, only a little over a meter high.

Immediately afterwards, it is unknown what mechanism Roderick triggered.

A transparent protective shield was faintly visible.

The strong wind blew, and the sandstorm dispersed.

At the foot of the broken wall, the entrance to a dark underground passage was revealed.

Roderick went down first, and in the narrow, dry passage, he solemnly gave instructions:

"Once inside, please do not touch or handle anything. Try not to touch anything in the cutting-edge laboratory!"

Upon hearing this, Parsons instantly thought of some illegal experiments. His face turned slightly pale, and he cautiously asked:

"Could it be that everything researched in the lab is poisonous?"

Roderick shook his head:

"No, there's no poison in the lab, but the lab will try to extort money from people."

The experimental equipment here is all custom-made, and nobody knows how much it costs.

However, if you break a measuring cup, you'll know its price.

Your 30 billion yuan year-end bonus might all be lost.

Upon hearing this, even the wealthy Han Ling's expression changed drastically.

We can't afford to play this game, we really can't!

The laboratory, built with money, was laid out before everyone's feet.

After arriving underground, the group passed through a long metal tunnel and underwent dozens of rounds of identity verification before finally reaching the cutting-edge underground laboratory.

"Sizzle~"

After the hydraulic doors of the underground cutting-edge laboratory were opened.

Their office style was not as cold and serious as Han Ling had imagined.

Several scientists dressed in white sterile gowns were seen chatting and laughing, each holding a glass of water.

Their smiles didn't stop when they saw Roderick at the door.

One of them waved to Roderick:

"Hey, here comes the blood pack. We just finished an experiment."

Roderick straightened up and respectfully addressed the researcher:

"Professor, did you see the question I asked you on the StarNet just now?"

The professor nodded and smiled:

"I see, the problem is easy to solve."

Although we can't see where aurora life is, there are more than a dozen ways to get rid of it.

Marshal Lu Da, standing nearby, asked excitedly:

"Professor, is there any feasible solution? Please guide us!"

The professor lowered his head, took a sip of water, and said slowly without any hurry:

"Think about it, why is the night sky still dark even though countless stars are shining?"

Because the speed of light is lower than the speed at which a planet expands and moves away.

Aurora life forms travel through light, as long as the female insect's speed exceeds the speed of light, reaching the speed of the universe's expansion.

Wouldn't that get rid of those aurora creatures?

After saying this, the professor shook his head and chuckled:

"How about that? Isn't it simple? Given Roderick's experimental skills, he should have thought of this method as well."

Roderick pursed his lips, unable to resist asking further:

"Professor, this is just a hypothesis. Do you have any specific experimental methods?"

For example, how can we make the female insects move faster than the speed of light?

The professor shrugged, his eyebrows lowered, and said innocently:

"There are many, such as large particle colliders and particle accelerators, but it seems that the Zerg die after using these devices."

Han Ling, who was standing to the side, gritted his teeth as he listened. What kind of old rascal was this? If it weren't for his high reputation, he would have really wanted to hit him!

Just then.

The professor suddenly put down his water glass, pointed at Han Ling, and asked:

"I remember your name is Han Ling, right? That passage, what's that passage called?"

Han Ling, whose name was called, adjusted his ferocious expression and obediently nodded:

"Yes, it was a spatial teleportation channel that I constructed using my mental power."

Upon hearing this, the professor became interested, took a few steps forward, and began to talk to Han Ling face to face.

"How did you construct the spatial teleportation channel? What method did you use to dissect a person into atoms and then reassemble them intact?"

Upon hearing this, Han Ling broke out in a cold sweat. He explained:

"I didn't dissect people into atoms and molecules. Hmm... I used special methods, mental power."

Spiritual energy exists in another dimension of spacetime, like dark matter in the dark side of the universe. I don't know how to explain it.

Han Ling wasn't an expert in mental power, so he couldn't answer the question either. He could only mumble and repeat the same things, like someone with dementia.

The professor scratched his head after hearing this.

After a long pause, the professor interrupted Han Ling's dazed speech and spoke first:

"Although I still don't understand what you said."

However, I believe you can help those parasites exceed the speed of light.

You can use a teleportation portal to get rid of them.

Transmission speed is also a type of speed.

I have studied your spatial teleportation channel. The teleportation speed is lower than the speed of light, about 320 meters per second slower than the speed of light.

Now, all that's needed is a booster to help the females gain acceleration, allowing them to escape the parasitic life forms of the aurora.

Marshal Lu Da was thrilled to hear this; finally, there was a solution!

He couldn't help but put his hand on the professor's shoulder, patting him as if praising his general:

"Professor, is there any way? Please help us design one!"

Click!

No sooner had Marshal Lu Da finished speaking than a crisp sound rang out at the laboratory door.

It seems something has been destroyed.

Marshal Lu Da raised his hand in disbelief, only to see a broken, slender glass rod stuck in the professor's arm.

The professor said with a hint of helplessness:

"How did you break my blender? This blender cost me 39 billion credits! It was a custom-made rare model."

Marshal Lu Da looked at his hands in surprise, not understanding why his claws had suddenly become uncontrollable.

39 billion credits is a huge sum for an upright marshal, who only has the contribution points of the legion!

Parsons fell silent, wishing he could bury his head in the ground—it's so expensive!

Han Ling lowered her head and covered her eyes with her hands, seemingly unable to bear witnessing this forced sale.

After a long pause, Han Ling lowered his hand and said, enduring the pain:

"Marshal Lu Da, let me pay for this."

Thank you very much for your help, Professor. Could you please help us develop a feasible method?

The professor nodded, then skillfully opened the personal terminal and sent his account information.

"Just transfer the money, the credits, to this account."

A short while later, a crisp, cheerful sound rang out from the quiet laboratory entrance.

"Your account has received 39 billion credits."

The credits arrived, and the professor retrieved his personal terminal, smiled, and said:

"Please wait here for a moment. I'll go back and calculate the specific data."

"I'll send you the method in a little while, maybe half an hour, uh, ten minutes is fine too."

The professor then turned around and returned to the lab table.

While the professor was writing, the four people at the door were frantically waving their limbs.

Han Ling stared wide-eyed at Roderick, silently asking with his eyes: Were we tricked?

Roderick couldn't help but nod vigorously: Yes!

Han Ling grimaced and clutched his chest. No wonder the researchers were so happy when they arrived!

So it turns out we can rip off the big spenders!

After Marshal Lu Da went mad, he said seriously to Han Ling:

"Mr. Han Ling, rest assured, we have all seen and appreciated Lingtian Company's contributions during this crisis."

As soon as he finished speaking, the professor, who was bent over his desk, said without looking up:

"Remember to give our Advanced Lab some credit too. The 39 billion you mentioned earlier was just compensation for the stirring rod. The method I wrote to drive away the aurora life was provided to you by the Advanced Lab for free!"

Marshal Lu Da gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes, Professor."

Five minutes later.

The professor took out a piece of paper covered with calculation methods.

Then he handed the paper to Roderick and said:

"This is what you need to do. As long as you reach this speed, you can force the Aurora Lifeform to passively detach from the female insect's body without harming her."

Roderick took the paper and glanced at it.

Then, his expression hardened, and he frowned as he said:

"Professor, we probably can't reach that speed yet, unless we use thermal weapon thrusters, but the female insect's body will be destroyed by radiation."

Marshal Lu Da tilted his head and glanced at the note.

Upon seeing that number, Marshal Lu Da's face darkened. No winged insectoid race could reach that speed!

Their legion has trained countless soldiers; this speed is absolutely impossible to achieve!

The professor, still with that nonchalant attitude, held his water glass, took a sip, and said:

"Everything has a price. How can you learn a lesson if you don't pay the price? Some insectoids are destined to have their wings stained with blood, and destined to shine brightly."

After saying this, the professor returned to the lab bench and resumed his lively conversation with the researcher.

Roderick stood there, stunned, clutching the paper in his hand, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

After a while, he turned around and led everyone outside.

"Let's go, we should leave."

They left the underground cutting-edge laboratory and returned to the Gobi Desert.

After crossing the ruins of broken walls, they boarded Marshal Lu Da's flying machine.

Sitting in the aircraft, Han Ling held Roderick's hand and comforted him:

"Go ahead and do it, I'll help you."

Rodrik, who was in a daze, was awakened by the warmth of Han Ling's palm.

He turned his neck slightly to look at Han Ling, and when he met Han Ling's gaze, Roderick made up his mind.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I have made my decision."

Upon hearing Roderick's words, Marshal Ruda, sitting opposite him, frowned and asked:

"What should we do? The Zerg cannot reach this speed. You have undergone the most rigorous training, so you should know the speed limit of the Zerg."

Roderick nodded:

“I know where the Zerg's limits are. Notify the Seventh Construction Legion to assemble on the Central Star.”

What!

Marshal Lu Da was startled. He straightened up, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't utter a word.

After a long while, Marshal Lu Da sighed deeply. He took out his personal terminal and sent several messages to the communication group of the eight army marshals.

Now it's time to tell them about the aurora life.

Marshal Lu Da edited the good news, recounting the situation and events that had occurred on the capital planet in the past few days in the group chat.

Soon, the other marshals appeared one after another and started a lively discussion in the group.

—So it wasn't a successful experiment, it was an invasion!

No wonder! No wonder Roderick went there.

—Is there a solution? Are we able to detect aurora life now?

—Starfield Technology still needs improvement; it's probably not detectable yet.

While the marshals were chatting animatedly, Marshal Lu Da sent another message.

[Roderick just ordered the female soldiers of the Seventh Construction Legion to come to the capital planet.]

As soon as these words were spoken, the marshals who were chatting disappeared.

After a while, a message came from the marshal of the 7th Construction Corps:

"receive."

at this time.

On the aircraft.

Han Ling reminded him:

"Tell the female soldiers of the Seventh Construction Corps not to set off yet. Once I've built a connecting spatial teleportation channel, they can just cross over directly."

They are now on the capital planet, and the coordinates of the entire star system are constructed based on the capital planet.

As long as he has coordinates, Han Ling can go wherever he wants.

Going to the headquarters of the Seventh Construction Corps is also an option.

Marshal Lu Da sighed and continued to send out notifications in the group chat.

Parsons sat down next to Roderick and couldn't help but ask:

"Your Highness, why did you summon the Seventh Construction Corps? Do they have more advanced equipment?"

My brother and his friends, even though they're in military academy, their flight speed really can't reach that level. He's an A-grade female insect; if he can't even reach that genetic level, let alone other levels.

After a moment of silence, Roderick began to explain:

"The Zerg's flight speed depends on the heat generated by air friction."

The reason we keep our flight speed at a critical point is that if we go too fast, the Zerg's wings will spontaneously combust.

There is only one way to reach the speed the professor gave.

That means sacrificing wings to push speed to its limit.

"Ignoring wing temperature, the Zerg's flight speed is far higher than this value."

Lost wings?

This is far too cruel for the Zerg!

Parson felt a dull ache in his spine whenever he thought about losing his wings.

He pressed further:

"Then why the Seventh Construction Corps?"

Han Ling waved his hand and said:

"Stop asking questions. It's a matter of cause and effect; you reap what you sow."

Han Ling remembered that during a previous meeting, the marshal of the Seventh Construction Corps had said that he was responsible for communicating with the Aurora Lifeforms.

Although their original intention was for the better development of the Zerg.

But at a time like this, who should be sacrificed?

They are all innocent people who have been dragged into this matter.

Han Ling said to Roderick:

"Don't overthink it. Once we get back to the Third Protection Legion headquarters, I'll start building a space teleportation channel to connect with the Seventh Construction Legion."

But before that, I think we should go to the Flo Literature Society building. What do you think?