“Yongchang!” A hint of barely perceptible confusion flickered in Councilor Li’s eyes. “What exactly does this Proxima Centauri civilization mean?”
Lu Yongchang reached out and helped the old man to the sofa next to him.
"To be honest, I'm also a bit confused by Proxima Centauri's bizarre actions." Faced with the old man's doubts, Lü Yongchang couldn't help but give a wry smile.
"However, with this information, we can at least be certain of one thing."
Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes showed even greater confusion.
“We don’t need to dwell on the so-called chain of suspicion anymore, nor do we need to think about Proxima Centauri’s attitude towards us.” Lü Yongchang shrugged helplessly. “We and they are bound to have a war.”
...
Inside a disc-shaped building on Proxima Centauri b.
Atocha's limbs were firmly bound to a frame made of steel.
This is his execution platform.
Not long ago, he was convicted of anti-civilization crimes and will be punished with the highest level of punishment in civilization.
Including the other Atochas, all Proxima Centauri were able to see the entire process of his death via broadcast equipment.
The gates of the circular building slowly opened.
Outside, there was a powerful, bright light.
At noon, the surface temperature of Proxima Centauri b reached an "astonishing" 30 degrees Celsius.
This is an extremely high temperature for the Proxima Centauri.
However, compared to temperature, the light from the host star is the greatest danger.
The light contains extremely strong radiation from the star.
Even with the dense atmosphere and ozone layer acting as barriers, the radiation at midday is enough to cause some damage to the body of a normal Proxima Centauri inhabitant.
This is why, on Proxima Centauri, black, which can absorb a large amount of starlight and radiation, became the most prestigious color.
Atocha squinted his three pairs of eyes, gazing at the intense light outside the door, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
Just then, several Proxima Centauri responsible for the execution quickly pushed the steel execution platform out into the outside world.
Under the intense light, Atocha instinctively closed his eyes.
A burning and stinging sensation came from my back.
Atocha knew that it was the effect of light from Proxima Centauri shining on him.
But this is not fatal.
Atocha turned his head to look to the side.
After pushing Atoka to the designated position, the Proxima Centauri officers responsible for the execution quickly ran to the side, retrieved a large, disc-shaped object, and placed it beneath Atoka.
Atocha looked at the disc-shaped object beneath him, hidden by a dark curtain, and a chill ran through him.
He knew what it was.
The dark curtain was suddenly pulled back, revealing what was hidden inside.
A huge concave mirror.
(Similar to a solar cooker)
Execution platform structure (solar cooker)
The instant he saw the concave mirror, an extremely hot sensation appeared in his abdomen.
Atocha stared intently at the executioners in the distance, who shared the same background and status as him, and let out a series of meaningless roars.
...
"Prepare for war, sirs."
On Proxima Centauri, inside a huge, disc-shaped building, a slightly high-pitched voice rang out from the very center.
The sound traveled through the dense atmosphere and bounced off the smooth interior walls of the building, creating layers of echoes.
The echoes gradually faded, and the crowded hall fell silent.
All the Proxima Centauri stared at their three pairs of narrow eyes, looking at Lyle, who was dressed in black, in the very center.
"Your Excellency Lyle, why do you say that?"
A Proxima Centauri dressed in dark gray stepped forward and asked in a respectful tone, "Can't we send another message back to the solar system to clear up the misunderstanding?"
Lyle, dressed in a black robe, glanced in the direction from which the sound came.
When he saw the dark gray clothing that represented royalty, Lyle's haughty expression softened slightly.
"Dear Rex, I can explain the reason to you."
As he spoke, an extremely complex ripple appeared on the top of Lyle's mind organ: "Everything, everything, originated from that arrogant Atocha!"
"Being executed in public is far too lenient a punishment for him!"
"He transmitted his genetic data to the solar system!"
Do you know what this means?
Lyle shouted excitedly, "This means that our race has been stripped naked and placed on the dissection table of the solar system civilization!"
"Once they reach Proxima Centauri, they can launch a genetic attack on us at any time!"
"At that time, the Proxima Centauri civilization will be completely wiped out!"
“Respected Rex, we cannot entrust the fate of our race to others.” Lyle’s tone gradually softened.
Rex, dressed in dark gray, nodded silently. Then, he turned to Lyle and asked, "What if they can't come?"
Lyle was silent for a moment.
"Even if they don't come, we still have to go."
Lyle's words caused all the Proxima Centauri present to gasp in surprise.
"Quiet!" Rex, dressed in gray, shouted in a deep voice.
As the noise in the room gradually subsided, Rex suppressed his anxiety and quietly inquired about the reason.
Lyle didn't answer immediately, but instead took a deep look at the various Proxima Centauri in front of him.
"This is the image I discovered using an optical telescope some time ago."
As he spoke, a holographic image appeared in front of everyone.
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