The galaxy has no name.
Under the dim starlight, a large number of old, weak and sick people of the Baizhan tribe were transported to nearby planets.
The atmosphere was very depressing, and even Chen An, who was hundreds of millions of kilometers away, could feel it.
[This is the only galaxy with stars that can be found so far, but the stars are about to burn out]
[A total of 20 million disabled Hundred Warriors were left behind. The train provided them with as much survival conditions as possible, but it was unclear how long they could survive.]
There is very ancient life on the planet, which is in the early stages of evolution. This place is not suitable for human habitation.
In the picture, countless robots are busy on the planet, building shelters in the shortest time possible. This is the key to their survival.
In fact, everyone knows that they will not live long, but they will not say it out loud. Instead, they will try their best to prolong their life.
As for whether there will be external threats, such as the fleet clan, there is no way to worry about it at this time.
Fei Yi: "This is a barren star field. If I had known earlier, I would have placed them in the star field with more abundant energy. Perhaps they could survive longer."
"But who knows? Blade has no prophet."
Feiyi asked, "If our train encountered the same situation, would you make a similar choice?"
Chen An smiled and said, "Don't torture yourself by thinking about such complicated problems. Wait until you actually encounter them. Where's Meili? I haven't seen her these days."
"Meili made some friends in the carriage, some silicon-based girls."
"It's a good thing to make more friends so she doesn't get bored. But remind her not to neglect her daily practice."
"Hehe, I know."
…
On the spaceship heading to the planet, Blade tightly grasped an old man's hand, with pain written all over his face.
"Teacher, as long as you can prove that your brain has been repaired, I can make the decision to let you stay."
The old man had a kind face and spoke calmly, "My brain is damaged, and I've long been a cripple. You must not grant me any privileges, or it will undermine the rules our ancestors worked so hard to establish. When I'm away, you must not act impulsively, and try to think more carefully. The words of the intelligent brain are only suggestions, and you must not trust them completely."
The old man turned out to be the smartest strategist of the Baizhan Clan, helping the train complete a lot of planning.
But because he was once affected by the war and became a disabled person, he is no longer valuable.
Daofeng was in deep sorrow. After his father passed away, the old man was his greatest support.
But now, all my support is gone, and I have to rely on myself from now on.
"Teacher, you must stay alive and well. Once we advance to a higher civilization, I will come back to pick you up."
The old man laughed heartily: "Okay, keep going!"
The spaceship landed on a dark and dry planet, and Blade personally sent the teacher to the shelter.
I saw many similar situations along the way.
Either a son sends his elderly father, or a mother sends her paralyzed son.
This is the rule of the Baizhan Clan. When a crisis comes, one must cut off one's arms to survive, otherwise the entire clan will be destroyed.
It is precisely because of these rules that the Baizhan Clan can shrink its resources and reproduce rapidly even if there are only a few tens of millions of people left.
The train stopped here for two days, and unexpectedly, the fleet clan did not come to harass us.
As they were about to leave, Blade promised the planet that he would come to pick them up later.
However, everyone understands that they can't wait any longer.
Without long of melancholy, Blade gave the order to move forward, and the train headed towards the darker starry sky.
Only half a day after setting off, the fleet attacked.
There is nothing to say. The Hundred Battles Clan has no room for retreat and must fight to the death.
The war gradually became tragic. Chen An lost his previous ease and his expression became solemn throughout.
Even Fei Yi and Qian Qiu, who were the most optimistic, were often shocked by this.
"In order not to burden the train, he was willing to die within the fleet. What kind of dedication is this?"
"I finally understand the advantages of a single race. We can all work together. If it were our train, my brother would have to use the Sword of Authority to issue similar orders. But the Blades don't need orders; they will do it on their own initiative."
"This kind of race is terrifying. If given the opportunity, they can become extremely powerful."
But as the number of wars increased, the burden faced by the Hundred Wars Clan became too heavy.
For example, there used to be 100,000 trans-rail guns outside the vehicles, but now there are only 10,000 of them, which poses no threat to the fleet clan.
Chen An often receives messages from Blade.
He couldn't offer advice, he could only encourage and give hope.
About half a month later, the train entered a highly toxic area.
Chen An did not predict it in advance, so he did not know that there was such a strange place in the starry sky.
[It's highly toxic, but has no effect on the Star Walkers. Since our train is tightly sealed, the poisonous cloud cannot penetrate.]
But the Baizhan Clan's train was too badly damaged, and the poisonous cloud could penetrate everywhere.
After entering the train, the poisonous cloud seeped into the carriages through various channels, causing extremely adverse effects.
In the cockpit, Blade clenched his fists, suppressing the pain in his eyes.
“How many people were poisoned?”
Xiao Lan: "A total of 17 million people have been poisoned, all of them below the level of Star Walker. Among them are 4 million children under the age of ten."
Among these four million children, Blade’s biological son is included.
"Can it be saved?"
Xiao Lan: "If we use all the power of the train, we may be able to research an antidote. But it's just a possibility, the success rate is not high. In addition, to avoid increasing the toxicity, it is recommended that the train sail at full speed to leave the area and activate the energy shield at all times."
silence!
Two minutes later, Blade sighed, "The train is running at full speed, but without energy shields. Let the Academy of Sciences focus on researching the antidote. We can't waste too many resources."
He turned and left the cockpit, his back hunched, and he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
…
"Fuyao, can we analyze the toxin?"
The Biological Research Institute concluded that the toxin is a genetic toxin, with no cure for infection. Even if someone survives, they will gradually die due to genetic disruption. Only internal irradiation by the Star Walker can eliminate it.
"What a horrible toxin."
But then he thought again, his train was full of Star Walkers, so he didn't need to worry about it.
"We are infertile, so we will never have children. But the Hundred Battles are different. They have children who will continue to go through the process of becoming Sky Ascenders, Star Walkers, and then Star Crossers. What's the situation now?"
The Hundred Battles Clan is speeding up their voyage as much as possible, attempting to leave the poisonous cloud area. Furthermore, they are wasting no time researching an antidote, but Blade's resource utilization limits will ultimately lead to no results.
Chen An did not intervene, nor could he intervene, he could only observe on a daily basis.
About four hours later, deaths began to occur on the Baizhan Clan train.
Then death spread, unstoppable.
Blade's son died the next day without much commotion.
During Fuyao's detection, Daofeng remained calm and continued to direct the train's navigation in the cockpit, calmer than ever.
Because at this time, he had nothing to lose except his remaining tribesmen and the train.
"We must reach the destination. This is our only hope." Blade's eyes were bloodshot and his will was firm.
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