I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 1172 Destroy Them
I checked the First Star database; Mars' atmosphere is 95% carbon dioxide, there's solid water in the polar ice caps and underground, and the soil contains uranium and thorium.

Miss Hacker paused for a moment,
"If Seren's ability is adaptability,"
After adapting to Mars, did he come to Earth and waste time?

Didn't he understand that this place was just a few steps away from being transformed into a habitable paradise? Why didn't he continue with the Mars terraforming plan? Instead, he spent over a decade just building a transmission channel between Earth and Mars.

Of course, I'm not questioning the bias of Thrall's actions; I already trust him.

Miss Hacker gently ruffled Natsume's hair.

But Su Wen, unusually, didn't focus his attention on what she was looking for.

He simply said gently:

"Preparing to settle down"

"You two, please take your seats."

As for his instructions, Miss Hacker simply gently fastened the elastic straps to Chie's chair, then playfully smiled at him:
"Sit still?"
"I'm a data entity; even if your spaceship makes a hard landing and explodes, I won't be affected."

"Me too."

According to Fausta, he calmly delivered the finishing blow.

This left Su Wen speechless; he had completely forgotten this point:
"It seems I should leave Chie inside the main body of the planet Justa."

But even if he strongly objected, the little girl probably wouldn't be able to give up the opportunity the moment she heard about her grandfather's inheritance.

after all,

If they come to Mars again, they'll probably have to rely on the gravity slingshot from the Hinesbrot space station.

instantly,

The Star Shuttle Quantum Engine from the Silver Star City of the Third Era gradually dimmed its light, like a silent, metallic whale, slowly cutting into the gravitational pull of Mars.

The portholes in the bridge, which had previously offered a glimpse of Earth's pale blue halo, were instantly swallowed by a thick, crimson red:

That's the outline of Mars' atmosphere.

Like a giant red dome covering the entire globe, it gleams with a rusty luster under the illumination of stars.

[Has entered the ionosphere]
It is expected to encounter atmospheric friction in thirty seconds.

As soon as the shipborne AI finished speaking, the hull of the assault ship began to emit a low hum.

The view outside the porthole suddenly distorted.

The crimson atmosphere was torn apart by the high-speed passing hull of the ship, forming rolling waves of fire.

At first, the flames were a pale orange color, but as the depth increased, the color gradually turned into a fiery red, and finally became a dark red that was almost black, as if the entire spaceship had been thrown into a giant furnace.

And this place is: Mars.

Compared to the lunar terraforming programs already underway by several countries and Schlott Heavy Industries.

At least, the Mars adaptive habitation plan is still a secret in publicly available data.

Therefore, given that the [Identification] ability cannot take effect across such a huge scale, Su Wen had no idea how many eyes were actually watching this place.

But the Tokyo sinking crisis must be related to those views.

Thinking of this,

The handsome scholar simply clicked a few times on the virtualized interface.

In an instant, the heat-insulating coating on the porthole automatically switched to high-transparency mode.

This allowed the group to clearly see the turbulence formed by the airflow on the surface of the ship, like a raging red dragon, frantically impacting the energy shield.

The pale blue light emanating from the shield collided with the crimson flames, sparking countless tiny energy sparks that left fleeting patches of light on the porthole.

At the moment of complete entry,
The ship's gravity system briefly lost its balance, and everyone felt a strong push against their backs, their bodies involuntarily tilting backward. The indicator lights on the control panel flickered on and off amidst the turbulence.

But after all, this is a technological creation from the pinnacle of the Third Age:

[Shield energy is stable; peak atmospheric friction has passed.]

The AI's announcement quickly brought a slight sigh of relief to everyone. Of course,

The only one in real danger was Chie, but Su Wen had the ability to access save files, which is why he allowed the girl to take the risk.

As the assault ship continued its descent, the view outside the portholes gradually became clearer:

The outline of the Martian surface gradually emerged from a blurry reddish-brown.

The massive craters are like footprints abandoned by God, scattered across the earth's surface;
The dried-up riverbed, like a winding giant snake, carved lines of varying depths on the red desert.
In the distance, Mount Olympus soared into the clouds, its summit shrouded in a thin layer of white mist, standing out starkly against the crimson backdrop.

But at this moment,
Chie Natsume, who had initially thought there was no danger, felt somewhat uneasy.

As she missed her grandfather, she suddenly felt a resonance deep within her blood:
"I...I feel like something is watching us."

Then,

The alarm lights inside the bridge flashed frantically, like a scarlet pulse.

Su Wen, who had been calm, sat up straight and began to grip the control lever tightly.
Your hunch is probably right.
We need to be prepared for some bumps.

Meanwhile, around Olympus Mons on the Martian surface, tens of thousands of metal hatches suddenly rose from beneath the dunes.

The overwhelming hordes of sleeping cyborgs, like awakened ghosts, began to activate their pre-prepared weapons.

These cyborgs are all equipped with the Lesson Group's logo chip, and their bodies are covered with bio-alloy armor that gleams with a cold light.

Its eyes were a lifeless, dark gray, clearly indicating that it had long been deeply assimilated by the digital life parasite.

instantly,

Countless beams of light began to shoot out from beneath the Martian surface.

They actually started firing right away!
Crimson Martian dust instantly began to rage across the surface, and the Martian MARS within their sight was filled with the dull roar of the Resurrected forces' attack!
Tens of thousands of Resurrected warriors, equipped with bio-alloy armor, formed a dense square formation, the muzzles of their particle rifles gleaming with a cold, eerie green light.
More than a hundred “Cyphers of the Calamity” mechanical battle vehicles lay dormant like steel behemoths, their main cannons fully charged, with pale purple energy halos flowing around the muzzles.

Dozens of giant flying mechs hovered above the formation, their shadows covering the entire battlefield.

obviously,
After the mother of the revived patient shifted her center of gravity.

Indeed, a trap had already been laid here, just waiting for them to walk right into it!
However, faced with this ambush force, which would instill fear in the armies of any nation,

Su Wen simply stood at the top of the Star Shuttle spaceship's gangway, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

The howling wind lifted the hem of his black trench coat, but the handsome scholar simply pushed up his glasses.

A cold and arrogant smile curled at the corners of his lips, as if the thousands of troops before him were nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree.

“Accorsta,”

His voice traveled throughout the entire Star Shuttle via the quantum communication channel.

A calm yet undeniably resolute gaze.
"Do you remember when we first met in the main reception room of your planet?"
Did I tell you that?

The Star Shuttle's core control panel instantly lit up with a golden light.

According to Fausta's gentle female voice, it had a slightly metallic quality:

"Command log retained: 'I need a war.'"

"good."

Su Wen raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the virtual control interface, his gaze sweeping over the Resurrected forces at the edge of the battlefield, his tone completely flat.

"Now that I've helped you find Seren, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Let's begin.

Whether the mastermind behind this conspiracy is the Resurrected Ones' parent organization, the Fujiwara family of Tokyo, or the Les Endon Group and Wall Street's financial oligarchs.

I have only one request:

He paused, and each word he uttered resounded like thunder in the communication channel:
"Smash them!!!"

(End of this chapter)