Chapter 746 Border Outpost
Border of the Enroget Alliance.
The border outpost, which is flat on all sides and convex in the middle, is shaped like a flying saucer and quietly stays in this vast universe, guarding the border of the Enroget Alliance.
Hume sat silently in the observation room and cast his eyes on the picture outside the porthole.
Outside the porthole is the unchanging starry sky.
Outpost watchman, this is its position and its code name.
It sounds good, but in fact, it is a hard job that no one wants to do.
Its mother civilization is an inconspicuous third-level civilization in the Enroget Alliance.
Almost all outpost watchmen come from third-level civilizations.
This is normal.
The individual scientific literacy of first- and second-level civilizations is too low, and the training cost is too high, so they are not in the candidate range of outpost watchmen.
As for the fourth-level civilization... they already have a lot of say, so they naturally look down on this hard job.
No one wants to stare blankly at the unchanging starry sky all day long.
What's more, in a sense, staring blankly is already the most ideal situation.
In case of any unexpected situation, the name of the outpost watchman is often the first to be written on the death list.
Thinking of the "shocking scene" some time ago, Hume felt a deep fear in his heart.
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The border of the alliance has been peaceful for a long time, and the civilizations in the surrounding star fields all know that this area is the territory of the Enroget Alliance.
Especially after the Enroget civilization mastered the grand unified theory and was promoted to a level 5 civilization, the border watchman almost became the most idle job in the alliance.
Hume never thought that one day he would encounter such a situation!
That day, the alarm of the quiet border outpost sounded loudly, and the blue warning light flashed at a very high frequency.
Then, it saw the signal light of the highest warning level light up, and at the same time, three extremely conspicuous signals appeared in the tachyon radar.
Hume subconsciously held his breath.
This situation has only appeared in the training materials.
Because the situation happened too suddenly, its thinking organ was blank and it completely forgot what operations should be performed.
The blue warning light flashed wildly, and the signal strength in the tachyon radar continued to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All this stimulated Hume's fragile nerves.
It panted and trembled violently as it searched for the operating manual that was thrown away somewhere.
Finally.
Hume found it on the dining table next to him.
He didn't care about the oil stains on the manual, and stretched out his slender fingers to turn it to the last page.
"Five... Five-level civilization invasion..."
"Should, should immediately... report to the Alliance Council..."
Plop.
It sat limply on the cold deck, and various memory fragments flashed through its mind quickly.
It was a marquee.
There was no way, being at the border of the alliance, the first thing the invader saw was it.
That was a five-level civilization!
If nothing unexpected happened, it would be the first to die.
How could it not panic? !
Although countless memory images flashed through his mind, in reality, only one or two seconds had passed.
It suddenly came to its senses, crawled to the control console with its hands and feet, and sent a report with its slender fingers.
More than ten minutes later.
The information from the Council appeared in front of Hume.
Looking at the line of cold text, Hume's body, which had finally recovered, trembled again.
Attack!
The Alliance Council was going to launch an attack directly!
It was just a small outpost watchman, and all it could do was execute orders.
Although it was extremely terrified, thinking of the consequences of disobeying orders, it still sent out three of the latest models of curvature missiles according to the training process.
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Hume's body trembled slightly and broke free from the memory picture.
According to the poem feedback from the tachyon radar, the three level 5 civilization detectors had been confirmed to have been destroyed, and he didn't need to panic at all.
But no matter how it hypnotized itself, the inexplicable fear still lingered in its heart.
That's why it hardly slept a full night in the past few days!
It stared at the tachyon radar display screen in front of it with a dull look and subconsciously.
The unchanging straight line suddenly had a slight peak.
Hume's eyes widened suddenly, and the sleepiness that had attacked him disappeared instantly.
Under his gaze, the peaks expanded instantly and the number increased rapidly!
Although he did not understand the working principle of the tachyon radar, he still realized the problem when he saw the peaks with higher intensity and more number.
"One, two, three..."
Hume's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Thirty detectors!!!"
With experience, he pressed the warning button on the console with ease and uploaded all the detection data to the Alliance Council.
Obviously, the Council was already prepared.
The order to attack appeared in front of him again.
He skillfully unlocked the permission and sent ten curvature missiles to the predetermined target.
At the same time, near the outpost where he was, the other two outposts also received the same attack order.
A total of thirty curvature missiles were fired from three outposts and flew towards the target at a speed of 50c!
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It was a few days later.
It was different from the leisurely days some time ago.
These days, Hume exudes an air of exhaustion.
It hadn't slept for a long time-since it learned that the second attack had failed.
Hume's mind was blank as he looked at the ten signals approaching from the tachyon radar.
The other twenty signal sources had changed their direction not long ago.
It knew that was the direction of the two nearby border outposts.
As an outpost watcher, there was no word for retreat in its dictionary.
It had to obtain the most critical data for the alliance.
Even if the cost of this data was its life.
Looking at the approaching wave crest, Hume's expression gradually became complicated.
For a moment, it couldn't tell what kind of mood it was in.
Panic? Anxiety? Or confusion?
Time passed by.
Finally, under its gaze, the ten wave crests overlapped with the position of the outpost.
Then, the wave crest intensity rapidly decreased until it dissipated.
It suddenly raised its head and cast its eyes towards the large porthole.
Under the illumination of high-intensity searchlights, in the deep and dark universe, ten silver-white detectors were quietly hovering in front of the outpost.
The detector was spherical in structure, with almost no redundant structure on it.
Even though it knew nothing about the structure of the aircraft, it still sighed from the bottom of its heart.
"It's so beautiful..."
At this moment, it suddenly realized its true feelings.
It was expectation.
Watching the invaders approaching step by step every day, the strong panic and anxiety turned into expectation unconsciously.
Looking at the ten silver-white detectors from a distance, Hume's mood suddenly calmed down.
