Humanity is missing, luckily I have billions of clones-Chapter 392: Interception

Tom did not plan to stop midway on this long voyage, nor did he set a clear destination or a specific star to stop by.

The current direction of flight was precisely the direction of the Flying Star that the Purple Moon Civilization had used to release the Human Civilization’s compatriots.

Of course, with Tom’s current speed, it was impossible to catch up to that Flying Star, but at least for now, he was flying in that direction, which would save some travel time if he wanted to retrieve it when technology broke through in the future.

Tom would continue flying until this Flying Star was depleted, and during the journey, he would continuously prepare for the assault on the Gravity Civilization.

Time flowed silently, and the people living in this fleet continued their normal lives.

When there was nothing to do, they lived in their residential Flying Star, as all facilities for food, clothing, housing, travel, and entertainment were readily available.

When there was something to do, there were also regular shuttle Flying Star flights between different residential Flying Stars, allowing for convenient transportation.

Everything was just like living on a planet.

Time quietly passed for over 300 years under these circumstances.

Of course, that was 300 years within the fleet.

Because the fleet’s speed was too fast, causing a noticeable relativistic effect, about 680 years should have passed in the outside world.

Tom’s fleet had already traversed a vast distance of nearly 600 light-years.

But this was not enough; it needed to be a bit longer.

On this day, another full scientific meeting was held in the Human Building.

Outstanding scientists from various races, as well as Human scientists disguised as clones, gathered here to comprehensively review the technological progress of the past 30 years and formulate regulations for the next 30 years of technological research and development.

"...In the past 30 years, in terms of basic physical theory, deep space observation, metal materials, Strong Nuclear materials, and propulsion technology, we have basically completed the analysis and assimilation of the Purple Moon Civilization’s technological data.

However, in aspects such as biotechnology, computing technology, radar technology, quantum mathematics, and spatial mathematics, we still have some gaps.

And these shortcomings have already constrained the overall technological progress of the civilization.

I suggest that for the next 30 years..."

A Human "scientist" was speaking on the podium.

But at that very moment, for some unknown reason, all the alarms in the entire conference room that could sound went off simultaneously.

The sharp alarm instantly filled the entire hall.

All attendees simultaneously looked up to check their surroundings.

The "Head of State’s" voice appeared in the hall through the communicator.

The Head of State, who usually remained calm and seemed unperturbed by any changes, now had a voice full of solemnity.

"All attendees immediately evacuate and follow the guidance to Shelter 773, immediately!"

People immediately stood up and followed the service personnel orderly to the shelter.

Although their hearts were full of questions, no one asked at this moment.

This sharp alarm not only appeared in the Human Building.

At this very moment, every residential Flying Star, every warship, industrial Flying Star, aerospace carrier, scientific research Flying Star, shuttle Flying Star, and so on, every Flying Star in the fleet, all its internal alarms went off simultaneously.

Hundreds of billions of intelligent life forms of various races simultaneously stopped what they were doing and looked up to survey their surroundings.

The bustling commercial street instantly became quiet at this moment.

Everyone was frozen as if under a petrification spell, not daring to move easily or walk around.

Schools, hospitals, squares, amusement parks, research institutes, and so on, all were the same.

A trace of panic quietly spread in people’s hearts.

At the very first sound of the alarm, Tom noticed the anomaly.

At this moment, Tom’s heart was unprecedentedly solemn.

He knew that the worst had happened.

He clearly saw that the universe, which was vast, deep, and tranquil just a moment ago, instantly brightened for some unknown reason.

The entire universe, front, back, left, right, up, and down, in all directions, brightened at this moment, emitting dazzling white light.

Moreover, that white light subtly showed a tendency to turn blue!

And Tom clearly knew that in blackbody radiation, the higher the temperature of the radiating body, the bluer its color!

At this moment, it was as if his fleet had instantly plunged into a blue giant star!

Infinite high temperature and furious radiation assailed this small fleet.

In that instant, Tom even felt like a small fish falling into a boiling ocean, with nowhere to escape or hide!

The entire universe seemed to be boiling at this moment!

Even before carrying out the supernova detonation mission, Tom had been pondering a question.

Would the Destroyer Civilization become enraged and act against him?

After comprehensive analysis, Tom believed that this was a possibility, but not a high one.

The reason was simple: the universe was too vast, and he could escape a considerable distance before the supernova’s impact reached the battlefield.

Even with the Destroyer Civilization’s capabilities, it would probably take some effort to find him in such a vast starry sky.

Furthermore, there were the Space-level Demonic Eye and the Red Star Alliance holding them back.

A small fry like himself was probably not worth such a great effort from the Destroyer Civilization.

Coupled with the Red Star Alliance’s goodwill towards him and the clone he had preemptively placed in other solar systems, Tom ultimately decided to carry out this mission.

But now... had he ultimately failed to escape the Destroyer Civilization’s pursuit?

The scene he was witnessing at this moment, besides a Space-level civilization, probably no other force could achieve it.

And who else but the Destroyer Civilization could be acting against him with such fury?

Escaping was impossible, and hiding was impossible.

Tom gritted his teeth and immediately issued an order.

"Officials of all races and ranks immediately evacuate the populace to the shelters!"

His voice, broadcast, reached the ears of every intelligent life form.

The next moment, the intelligent life forms, who had been frozen as if under a petrification spell, finally reacted, and the administrators bravely stepped forward, shouting loudly and organizing people to quickly move towards the shelters.

At the same time, Tom also activated all Flying Star energy shields to maximum power, and all heat shields and reflectors were taken out and laid on the outside of every Flying Star, trying to block or reflect as much of this heat and radiation as possible.

This might be meaningless, but it was the only thing Tom could do at this moment.

The space where the fleet was located became increasingly bright and hot.

Some smaller Flying Stars on the periphery of the fleet, with lower defensive capabilities, had already melted directly, and even the larger Flying Stars at the core of the fleet showed signs of overload.

Gazing at the vast starry sky, Tom sighed softly, and a hint of despair quietly rose in his heart.

At this moment, he was like a primitive man facing a monstrous tsunami.

Facing such cosmic power, humanity had no chance of resisting.

After checking on the intelligent life forms who were already in the shelters, discussing what had happened with terrified faces, Tom sighed again in his heart.

Those shelters were all located in the most central and most heavily protected parts of the Flying Star.

In interstellar warfare, unless directly hit by large-yield hydrogen bombs or similar, most other types of attacks would have a relatively high defense capability.

But at this moment, facing what seemed to be malice from the entire universe, the protective capabilities of the shelters he had painstakingly built were akin to a thatched hut before a monstrous tsunami.

"I’m sorry, I tried my best, but I can’t protect you all.

Alas...

All the technology I have developed over the years, all the technological creations I have accumulated, will probably all be destroyed here.

Transferring my consciousness to the clone hidden in other solar systems and starting over is the only feasible path.

I don’t know if my consciousness transfer ability, based on unknown principles, will still be effective under such a large-scale attack from the Destroyer Civilization..."