CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 80: I BROUGHT A WEAPON THAT CAN KILL VOID SPIRITS!

The opening of the Interstellar Civilization is no joke.

In terms of overall power, the Interstellar Civilization is probably the strongest of the three, and with its vast population and massive productivity, if the doomsday crisis faced by the Interstellar Civilization itself ever turns around—or even just eases up a bit—it’s not just a matter of the overwhelming Gray Mist. Any bit of freed-up productivity could massively help the other civilizations.

Shen Hao and Martial Arts Shen Hao have both been looking forward to this day.

Especially Martial Arts Shen Hao.

The crisis looming over his world is looking less and less like your average ice age or something—they’re even considering trading for a large migration ship and just up and ditching the planet.

But right now, those migration ships are strategic assets of the Interstellar Civilization, the lifeline for countless people. If their situation doesn’t improve, they probably aren’t trading any of those away.

This regular intelligence-sharing conference ends here.

Intersellar world Shen Yu returned to his own world.

At this moment, he was on a spaceship. Ahead lay a massive, pitch-black planet.

This was a frontline production planet, swathed in a dense network of shield generators, making sure the shields were always online; weaponry of every kind was everywhere and there were swarms of automated AI war machines.

Ironically, less than thirty percent of the surface was actually devoted to production; most of it was buried deep inside the planet.

Every day, huge amounts of equipment and materials arrived, and manufactured products headed out.

It’s worth noting that what was produced here wasn’t the finished products—but instead certain key components.

If the planet fell, the damage to the production chain would be felt far beyond just this one world.

"Elron Planet has arrived. Landing will complete in thirteen minutes," came the voice of the Goddess of Hope from inside the single-pilot ship. "I’ve upgraded your protected level again, to S3 Level."

"S3 Level?" intersellar world Shen Yu blinked. "Are you trying to make me a target for the Void Spirit Race?"

This designation meant that this individual’s importance was now sufficient to affect the life or death of all of Human Civilization.

It wasn’t the highest level—just "qualified"—but that was still an outrageous rank.

Plus, this was public protection status.

Normally, people protected at this level would be kept far in the rear, under heavy guard.

Forget coming to the front. If the frontlines showed even a hint of collapse, these people should be the first shipped off to escape ships, as the civilization’s seeds for survival.

"If the combat experiments work, the Void Spirit Race may flee. And this time, they haven’t brought any biological weapons. You’re actually in no real danger."

"..." intersellar world Shen Yu was speechless yet again.

So he really was bait.

Well, what did he expect? He’d conned the Goddess of Hope so hard—even the Resurrection Altar had come out—and after tricking the Goddess’s AI for a bit and briefly taking control of her code, the AI now fully believed everything intersellar world Shen Yu said; at least the logical probability was marked as very high.

Humans still have their instinctive doubts and suspicions, but AI only looks at data and facts.

In this situation, it was only logical to take advantage of anything you could.

But that led to another matter.

When intersellar world Shen Yu’s ship docked at the planet’s station, several high-ranking officers on the planet got the notification instantly.

The highest-ranking commander’s first reaction was: Had the Goddess of Hope lost her mind?

"What the hell, are you malfunctioning?" The commander—a hulking natural human, more than eighty percent cybernetic—shot up from his seat. "Don’t you know the Void Spirit are already here? Bringing an S3-level Civilization Level scientist to the front now—is that your way of making sure he dies?"

This really was totally against standard protocol.

But the Goddess of Hope merely replied calmly: "Notification is correct; with your clearance, you may know the following: One, this civilization-level researcher’s frontline survival rate is extraordinarily high; Two, this researcher is involved with two latest war-tech projects, and I myself am the frontmost breakthrough in one; Three, the levels of these two technologies are S4 and S5."

"S5!" The commander thought if he still had organic lungs, he’d be gasping right now.

S5—what did that even mean? That this technology could actually make victory possible for Human Civilization!

Likewise, S4 meant a technology that could potentially turn the tide of the whole war!

Normally, the appearance of a single technology like that would cause a massive sensation within its scope. Actually, right now, there was only one project that could possibly be rated S5—

The Goddess of Hope project.

Now, yet again, such a project had appeared—its researchers were actually here on the front lines?

The highest-ranking commander on the planet felt this news was even more shocking—by a mile—than hearing the Void Spirit had launched a surprise attack.

"Sir, sir!" At this moment, several sub-commanders burst in, yelling frantically. "Hurry, form up at the port—the Goddess of Hope really is nuts!"