Ultraman: The Serious Talents Become Light

Chapter 542 Please Die

At this time, all the people on the star fixer were fleeing or waiting to flee, but Jun Takano was standing peacefully in the room, looking through the window at the collapsing red sun.

The surface of the huge fireball still looked fiery red, but in fact, extremely drastic changes had taken place. The energy emitted by the sun was rapidly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The scorching temperature and terrifying gravity caused changes in the surrounding space.

Although the star fixer is stable, the changes in the red sun are too drastic. The fixer, which is forged with the most advanced technology of the Mefilas people, has begun to shake.

At this time, the power of civilized science is obviously insignificant compared to the giant stars.

Because the process of the red sun collapsing into a white dwarf was influenced by the Mephilas, the current process is happening extremely suddenly and rapidly.

The surrounding gravity is getting stronger and stronger, and is getting stronger at a faster rate. The part of the fixator close to the red sun has already twisted and broken.

What is even more despairing is that some people have noticed that some of the ejected escape pods were captured by the hidden red sun and fell into that fiery hell.

And this scene was right in front of them, appearing like a close-up.

despair!

Those sporadic falling points of light brought even deeper despair. Even if the material of the escape pod could block the high temperature for a certain period of time, once it fell on a blazing star, what would change the outcome?

No matter how strong a person is, no matter how terrifying a civilization is, they will still be insignificant when faced with such a situation.

Mephilas certainly possesses the power to destroy or detonate stars, but that kind of technology is not for setting off fireworks.

At this moment, some people have awakened from despair. They are still in despair, but they have not given up hope in their hearts.

They stepped out of the crowd, put on special uniforms, turned around and walked towards the lava passage.

"We may die, but we will never just wait to die."

Someone said: "We have lived with the Red Sun for so many years, no one here knows it better than us."

"Now it's furious and wants to take our lives, but are we really going to just sit there and wait to die? We are maintenance workers, we are..."

"Stellar Maintenance Man!"

With each call, dozens of people who were familiar with each other turned around, put on the uniforms that they already hated, picked up the tools that they were so familiar with, and once again embarked on the only mission path in hundreds of years.

Everyone's choice is different. Some people want to turn back and try to calm the sun down, while others stand there, waiting for the next escape pod to open...

Another person stood on a high place, watching their choices, his fingers tightly gripping the railing.

"The dark watchers... It turns out that we have become the driving force of those old guys without knowing it, hehe~"

The older you get, the more experienced you become. As the stationmaster was the most experienced person here, he quickly guessed the truth of the matter after remembering Jun Takano's identity.

"It's so damn good."

"It's so damned!"

For thousands of years, the stationmaster had been prepared to die in the sun, but this was not the kind of death he wanted, not to die in some conspiracy.

Looking at the mother planet in the distance, the stationmaster seemed to be making some kind of choice in his heart. He whispered to himself: "Let go, or hold on."

As the stationmaster, he knew very well that the old guys who designed the star fixer had already considered the possibility of the red sun collapsing, and they had also made corresponding arrangements.

However, once the choice is made in accordance with the arrangement, the Red Sun will completely revolt and can no longer be suppressed.

But in this situation, the webmaster is really unwilling to accept it.

He didn't want to die like this, die in such an unclear way at the hands of those politicians, but once the "button" in his heart was pressed, it would mean that the Mephilas galaxy would most likely disappear completely in the universe.

Just when he was about to make a decision, a person suddenly appeared outside the fixator, an extremely elegant yet old Mefilas alien.

"Great Earl!"

The stationmaster immediately recognized the Grand Earl, whose status was second only to the president on the planet Mefilas. In a sense, the Grand Earl was the number one person on the planet Mefilas.

Noticing the stationmaster's gaze, the Great Count used his ability to teleport to his location.

The Mefilas had no expression, but the great count saw hesitation, anger and unwillingness on the stationmaster's face.

He said nothing, but just lowered his head slightly and squeezed the cane in his hand.

The rising temperature around him seemed to have no effect on him. He was as elegant as a black swan.

"Where is he?"

The great earl asked.

The reason why he came here was that he was still a little worried. After all, the uncontrollable curse was too ancient.

The stationmaster was stunned for a moment, then he guessed who the earl was talking about. However, he did not answer directly, but asked:

"Your Excellency, was this a decision made by the President? Does the President know about this?"

The Earl nodded slightly: "The President doesn't know that this matter was planned by us old nobles from the beginning. After all, some old people are brainless and want to drag billions of civilians to live and die with them."

He told a lie.

It wasn't necessary, but he did lie.

The president knew about it and approved of it.

Although the Earl did not like this female president, it was undeniable that this female president, who was above everyone else in history, was an extremely intelligent person.

After he dies, the female president will lead the Mefilas people to recover quickly and reach new heights again.

After hearing this, the webmaster's eyes flashed and he had made a decision in his heart.

"He's in dormitory No. XX."

After saying that, he put on his uniform, held his helmet and pushed open the door.

When he had raised one foot, he paused and turned to the Earl, asking, "Will you flee?"

"will not."

The Earl replied calmly: "I love the Mother Planet more than anyone else."

"That's good."

The stationmaster stepped out of the room, walked to the front of the crowd, raised his helmet, and shouted hoarsely to everyone: "Everyone, the situation is very bad now, so bad that I am waiting to die. Everyone should understand that we can hardly escape."

Everyone was silent.

The stationmaster continued, "But is there really nothing we can do except wait to die? Look up, look at the beautiful planet Mefilas in the distance..."

He hammered his chest with his helmet and roared hoarsely: "Our families, our friends, and our fellow tribesmen are up there. We can die, but we can't wait to die!"

"They should be fleeing from their home planet at this moment. If we all give up, then only one in ten of them will survive..."

"so……"

The stationmaster lowered his arms and calmed down for a moment. He looked at all the familiar faces below, all the people he could call out by name.

His body trembled slightly, then he bent down and bowed.

"Everyone, please be a star maintenance worker for the last time!"

Due to the trembling voice and hoarse throat, not many people could hear clearly what the webmaster was saying. But at this moment, everyone understood what the webmaster was asking of them.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

silence!

silence!

Still silent!

Facing death, everyone hesitates.

But this hesitation only lasted for a moment. When the stationmaster thought that no one responded to his request, a hand grabbed his chest.

"It's clearly our mission, why would the stationmaster ask us for help?"

Then, two hands, three hands, four hands...

Looking at all the people entering the passage below, the Earl took off his hat and, where no one could see, performed the most respectful etiquette among the nobles towards these maintenance workers.

(End of this chapter)