Chapter 91 Star Date

"You have always been known among the Thirty-Six Border Armies for your compassion for the soldiers. In the current situation——"

Far away in the First Fortress, Nader gently stroked the gorgeous gemstone scepter in the real-time video. Duke Beta had an extremely elegant smile on his face, but beneath the gorgeous words were a strange undercurrent:

"Breaking the principle of humanity's 'only strategy' and arbitrarily mobilizing the Expedition to formally declare war on the Zerg, although it can be reported that it is necessary to eliminate the hidden dangers of the 'golden eggs', it is too aggressive to do so without Yindu's final decision and instructions."

"Not to mention I heard that you had other reasons for going to such a dangerous place alone..."

"All of this would be fine if it didn't involve the Expedition,"

"I'm sure you'll weigh the pros and cons again."

Chris' heart sank. She glanced at the private message Albert had sent her on her personal messenger. Even though she had a dull political sense, she immediately understood what Nader was planning.

He was planning to make a big fuss about the existence of 'Su Xi'.

In ABO society, under the pressure of group evolution, due to the almost hungry demand for "fresh matches" in the human gene pool, high matching between AOs has always been encouraged and pursued, both in terms of public opinion and customs and in terms of laws and regulations. But after the War of the Roses, the "bloody romance" in the army became a taboo relationship restricted by legislation.

In addition, the equal rights movement between AB is now in full swing in the imperial capital star 'Yindu'.

Chris looked down at his personal messages and saw Albert had circled a reminder that the 50-year probation period for inheritance rights is approaching.

She felt embarrassed and couldn't help looking in Fitzgerald's direction.

However, Fitzgerald remained silent and replied calmly, "Duke Nadel, if that's all you want to say, then there's no need for you to attend the next meeting."

Unexpectedly receiving such an impolite order, the blond duke's expression froze in the meeting video.

"In view of your responsibilities as a special envoy, I allow you to continue to listen. But you do not have to express any opinions on what follows."

He finished his conversation in two or three sentences, even omitting the honorific title.

Nader felt the familiar sense of humiliation again, but in the face of the familiar yet slightly different subtle changes in his political enemies this time, a vague idea flashed through his mind so quickly that he didn't have time to grasp it specifically.

What is it? Although the tone is still bad, they are candidates for the Empire who have undergone strict etiquette training and rarely abandon honorifics in such formal occasions. Such a reaction...

Nader's face was gloomy, but he was pondering slowly in his heart.

On the other hand, Fitzgerald signaled Chris to cut off Nader's unilateral signal, so that the other party could listen in from beginning to end but could not communicate or join in the real-time exchange.

Not to mention the wonderful expression on Nadel's face at this moment, the three-party online meeting between the First Fortress, the Expedition and the Sun-Swallowing Shuttle has just begun to enter the normal agenda.

"The meeting will last fifteen minutes."

It was still a concise opening, and Chris and the others immediately focused their attention. Even Albert, who was laughing and watching Nader's embarrassing situation a second ago, became serious.

Fitzgerald tapped the panoramic sandbox of the "Great Wilderness" shared by the Expedition in real time with one hand, and redefined the scope of the battle line:

"I saw two plans for 'star rekindling' given by Expedition 2. I prefer the second one, but I want to add a variable."

"There are currently only three flying dragons blocking the planet. The Zerg will only send reinforcements and will not retreat."

"Got it!" Albert knew that this was within his scope of responsibility: "I will increase the power of 'stellar preheating'. But considering that the Great Wilderness Star Region borders a Class III antimatter energy contaminated area, what value should the explosion limit be controlled at?"

"According to the number of Wormnet nodes, the current Golden Queen can only use two seventh-order dragons and six fifth-order dragons."

"Prepare for the worst by deploying all the flying dragons to fully energize the defense."

Fitzgerald did the math and quickly gave a specific number.

"What do you think?"

Usually in a single-point battle like this involving only two parties, Fitzgerald would give the newcomers a chance to train and perform.

But due to a 'small reason' that his breathing was slowing down and he was about to fall into a deep sleep, this time the red-haired alpha just wanted to quickly end the regular meeting in front of him. He directly gave the answer and even provided many detailed arrangements for the follow-up.

Chris and Albert, who always had a tacit understanding, naturally had no objection after quickly browsing the part of the redesigned 'strategic sandbox' that concerned themselves.

Mary, who was attending the meeting, did not want to give up this opportunity to perform, but her boss Chris had not spoken yet, so Mary hesitated for a moment.

Fitzgerald discovered.

The always reserved red-haired alpha patiently called out her name: "Mary."

Mary was a little nervous for a moment, but she quickly expressed her opinion and doubts: "Report to the commander!"

"The first 'stellar ignition' scheme uses a stellar ring to heat the white dwarf with long waves, in order to activate the dense 'carbon-hydrogen' core in the inner core and re-form a micro supernova... Although this scheme is costly, it is stable and clean, and most importantly, the output can be controlled at any time."

Ellen glanced at her, said nothing, and muttered to herself that she was stupid.

Mary's implication was that the first plan was a bit expensive but effective.

You know, although the First Fortress's funding is very tight under Yindu, everyone knows that it has always been supported by the commander's own private property. His Highness, who owns 1/3 of the empire's core minerals, is not short of money.

But can you say this in such a roundabout way?

Obviously, Mary did not notice Ellen's gaze at this time. She continued with a serious expression:

"The second plan of using a long-range aircraft to drop a 'nuclear oxygen capsule' is simple and easy to implement, but once the aircraft carrying the capsule is captured by the gravity of the white dwarf, its detonation frequency and trajectory will be difficult to control later..."

After Mary finished speaking with a nervous mood, she saw Allen winking at her with twitching eyes, while Chris and Albert had blank expressions. She immediately felt extremely regretful and thought a little annoyed that since the higher-ups had decided, then there must be no problem. She must have left a very bad impression on the commander.

However, Fitzgerald's words immediately cheered her up the next second.

"Mary, you are the 93rd batch of elite students graduating from the Conductor Department."

"Yes!" Mary answered promptly.

"From a conventional tactical perspective, it's not wrong," Fitzgerald explained calmly without showing any displeasure, "but there are two mobility factors that you didn't take into account. First, the stellar heating ring needs to be built as a whole before it can take effect, and this process can be easily interrupted and breached. Second, the biggest advantage of the 'capsule bullet drop' in option two is its mobility, and it can also change its trajectory as an attack weapon when encountering obstacles."

"In actual combat, winning beautifully is not important."

"Simple and crude methods are sometimes the most effective means."

Fitzgerald concluded.

He turned to look at the other people in the Expedition waiting to speak in the conference screen, and noticed an eager look:

"Sir Colot, what do you think?"

On the Expedition, which had already entered the Great Wilderness Star Region's far-solar orbit, Kolot, who was accompanying the army for the first time, seemed a little excited. This gray-haired old scientist put forward his own considerations from another perspective:

"Based on their group habits, it is almost impossible for the Zerg to implant all important 'eggs' into one incubation planet. Spreading risks is their normal practice."

"Moreover, this is the last batch of 'golden eggs'. Is it possible that the ones on planet BV32-II are just a batch of inactive 'dead eggs'? And the truly energetic 'golden eggs' are hidden somewhere else?"

As Kolot said this, he pulled up a graph of the energy transfer fluctuations between the 'golden eggs'.

Fitzgerald was surprised for a moment, and looked at Collot with admiration. The old scientist straightened his back and waited for his answer with eager eyes.

The heir to the empire with absolute authority hesitated for a moment, but replied: "You are talking about a possibility. From what I saw in the 'worm net', the more than 300 golden insect eggs on the planet BV32-II must be the largest number, if not all of them."

"Now that we have discovered it, we cannot allow it to become a potential threat."

"Total destruction is imperative."

But there was still deep worry in Collot's tone:

"Based on the special nature of the inter-dimensional 'energy transfer' of the Zerg, I am worried that if this batch of 'golden eggs' is destroyed, the large amount of instantaneous energy transfer that will be generated will directly lead to the final hidden 'golden eggs', forming the ultimate hatching of the 'next queen' in the process of competition and devouring."

Fitzgerald listened carefully and said, "Although the 'only strategy' that humans have been using for a thousand years has given humans a temporary advantage, the so-called 'rules' are still dead. Even if the Zerg are trapped in the end of the universe, they have not stopped evolving."

He recalled what he had witnessed in the worm nest. Regardless of whether humans accepted or resisted, the trend of doomsday "integration" had already begun little by little.

Fitzgerald's face became more gloomy.

"Instead of looking back and hoping for a so-called 'perfect' tactical plan, it is better to move forward boldly at the most appropriate time."

"Even if this leads to the ultimate hatching of the 'next queen', the transition period between the old and new queens is actually the weakest time for the Zerg."

"If the situation you're worried about happens," Fitzgerald smiled gently, "it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The red-haired alpha's cold smile carried a kind of violent pressure, which was rooted in the alpha's nature of fighting and bloody enthusiasm. Chris, as a Beta, had long been accustomed to it, so he didn't react much, but Mary and Ellen, who were present at the scene, immediately tensed their backs, and under the pressure of the sudden high-level alpha hormone burst, they couldn't help but sweat dripping from their backs.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down and expressed his gratitude to Colot: "Sir Colot, thank you for your return. It is a blessing for the empire."

Kolot no longer objected. He suddenly realized that this heir to the empire, who was portrayed by the media as having a cold temperament and following precise rules, was actually a high-risk person who did not follow the "rules".

This brief experience of attending the front line of the war made him question the role played by the "strategic prediction" AI system in previous battles, which was claimed in every military war report.

From his brief observation, they were still well-equipped and relied heavily on the war AI, but it seemed that the final decision was very different from the AI's speculation.

"You are too kind, Your Highness." Kolot returned the greeting and laughed loudly: "I am very happy that I can contribute to you and the First Fortress in the last period of time after the loss of my gene telomere activity."

Fitzgerald nodded, and after Collot left the meeting, he turned to the gloomy-looking Nader on the other side of the video:

"Your Excellency the Duke, I believe that you have been delayed in the First Fortress long enough and it is time for you to return to Yindu."

"Albert."

"exist."

"Get this done."

"Got it. Don't worry."

Ignoring Nadel's stiff expression on the other side of the video, Fitzgerald responded to his previous provocation directly without any hesitation:

"As for His Majesty, I believe he and the House of Commons have their own judgment on whether the Expedition was illegally transferred."

Having his voice communication cut off, Nadel could only passively listen to the other party. The red-haired alpha looked at him with a cold and arrogant look, and declared to him that the "House of Commons and Lords" had their own judgment.

This alpha is declaring that he is not afraid of public trial.

Nader secretly grasped the dimmed gemstone scepter.

"Okay. Meeting adjourned."

As the last sentence fell, the conference communication time was exactly at the fifteenth minute, and the communication screen went completely dark.

Bang! Clank—

Nader, whose movements were restricted in the First Fortress, kicked over the access port equipment in the conference room.

"Very good." With his soft blond hair draped over his shoulders, Nader, who suppressed his anger, raised his head and said with a sinister expression: "When we return to Yindu, we'll see who will have the last laugh."

His personal guards seemed to be accustomed to this situation and surrounded him as he left.

*

And on the planet BV32-II.

Fitzgerald, who had just finished a meeting, motioned for Chris to stay, and Mary and Ellen stood at attention and saluted before leaving his private safe house.

Chris knew his habit very well, so without much greeting he explained everything that had happened since they met, which he had not had time to report in detail.

Fitzgerald frowned. He knew about the sequelae of promotion. He had experienced it several times himself, but according to Chris's description, the 'sequelae of promotion' that Su Xi encountered seemed a little unusual.

He tapped his slender index finger lightly on the table as he thought.

"How is the progress of tracing the source of the UFO batch of omega experiments?"

"Once we found Rose Star, all clues were cut off."

Chris said in a low voice, unable to help revealing a hint of self-blame.

"You've done a good job." Fitzgerald expressed his approval of her, and then said, "Return to the First Fortress, I will personally investigate."

"yes."

The omega inside was breathing evenly, apparently having fallen into a deep sleep. Fitzgerald leaned over to hear her deep, peaceful breathing for a moment.

Then he motioned for Chris to continue.

Chris lowered his voice again and quickly recounted what happened next.

As for Fitzgerald, he knew most of the things that happened later, and he had indirectly observed his omega's ferociousness through the 'worm net'.

Until one word caught his attention——

"Planetary language?"

"Yes. According to the ancient parchment scrolls handed down by the Zuo family, it is a manifestation of cosmic consciousness. But this is just a legend. As far as the 'facts' that humans can explore today are concerned, cosmic consciousness is just a 'false theory'."

"But," Chris thought of the flight in the 'safe zone' that perfectly avoided the magnetic storm, "the 'safe zone' she predicted was extremely accurate."

Chris's voice became more and more serious. After all, this was an absurd and terrifying fact.

Fitzgerald frowned.

planetary language.

Of course he knew that it was——

He suddenly fell into an extremely complicated emotion.

However, at this moment, the red-haired alpha, who had been paying close attention to his omega's deep sleep, suddenly changed his expression.

He took a step forward and opened the partition almost roughly, and saw the petite omega falling into deep sleep with a pale face, a heartbeat that had almost stopped, and breathing only continuing at an extremely slow frequency.