I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 431 This is a big shot!

Upon receiving Lu Shimeng's request, Yuan Lang immediately set off to meet Ma Liang, the master painter.

Assistant Qiu Xiaomei asked curiously, "Boss Yuan, didn't you and Sister Lu have a falling out?"

As Yuan Lang sat on the sled, before he could even put on his goggles, the blizzard blew his face away.

bah bah bah.

Since Ma Liang's magic paintbrush arrived in the Antarctic Circle, the temperature has dropped another ten degrees Celsius, and strong winds blow for 360 out of 365 days a year. The sudden change in weather has killed a large number of penguins and seals.

The two got on the sled and turned on the protective shield, which prevented them from shivering from the cold.

Under Qiu Xiaomei's persistent and inquisitive gaze, Yuan Lang said helplessly, "We have disagreements, but we're not breaking off our friendship. The morale on her side has dropped, making it difficult to lead the team. We should learn from this."

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” Qiu Xiaomei shrugged. “Professor Liu has done the statistics; all children born after the Dark Era have some kind of problem. Not only can they not awaken, but they also…”

Qiu Xiaomei couldn't find the words to describe this strangeness.

Schizophrenia, emotional apathy, depersonalization, psychogenic amnesia, and many other symptoms are extremely varied.

Yuan Lang had heard about this, but he didn't expect it to be so serious: "Have you had a physical examination? Is it a physiological or psychological reason?"

"I've had a checkup, and there's nothing wrong with my physical health. The psychologist said I have a mental illness, but they're unsure if there's a connection."

Yuan Lang touched his white hair, looked at the vast white expanse outside the protective shield, and sighed: "They were born in darkness and have never seen the sun. It's normal for them to have some problems. We should be more tolerant of them and guide them."

Principal Lin never gave up on students because they had done something wrong.

Yuan Lang naturally learned from Principal Lin.

The sled traveled for more than two hours across the ice field before finally arriving at an ice castle.

The terrain here is modeled after the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, with flowing glaciers meandering and finally converging on a square platform.

In the center of the platform stood a Tai'a sword made of ice, emitting a chilling aura.

Qiu Xiaomei clicked her tongue lightly: "Just how much trauma did the Ancestral Dragon leave you? You managed to recreate it exactly one-to-one!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, exclaimed with delight, "Really? It looks so much like it?! Number 11839 is too stingy; they've surrounded the area so tightly that they won't even let me take a look."

The Tai'a sword gleamed with light: "I'm also planning to make some ice terracotta warriors. Terracotta warriors should be unique, right? Do you have any relevant materials?"

“Yes!” Yuan Lang replied, “We have photos of every single terracotta warrior.”

"Oh, that's great!" Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush was delighted. "So? What do you want to trade with me?"

Yuan Lang asked bluntly, "Are Star Alliance members coming? Can you tell me more about them? What are they coming for?"

Ma Liang, the master painter, said casually, "Oh? Them... they're nothing special. The first wave should be the Orc Empire. They worship the Zerg, and their evolutionary path is similar to the Zerg. The Zerg like to devour carbon-based life forms, so they naturally follow suit."

Qiu Xiaomei's face turned green: "Eating people?! They really treat us like a dish to be served on the table?!"

Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, gave her a strange look and asked, "Why would you think that? How could you possibly be on the same wavelength? Number 11839's slogan is 'Buffet! Eat as much as you want!'"

This made even Yuan Lang's face turn green.

Qiu Xiaomei gritted her teeth: "I knew it! How could they be so kind, both adopting orphans and encouraging childbirth, as if they were afraid that humanity would become extinct!"

Hemp egg!

She, Qiu Xiaomei, could not tolerate this humiliation!

Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, comforted them, "Don't worry, you humans reproduce quite quickly, just grow slowly. Number 11839 has already established sperm and egg banks, ready to create offspring at any time. You humans cannot be wiped out." As for the human civilization of Blue Star, well, good luck to them.

According to the approach taken in number 11839, this is currently only in the experimental stage. A portion of the Earth civilization can be preserved. Once the experiment is completed, some of the existing structures will no longer be necessary.

Yuan Lang: "What is their relationship with number 11839?"

"When there's a buffet, it's definitely a close and inseparable companion."

Yuan Lang closed his eyes tightly; it was truly unfortunate news.

First came the tigers, then the wolves—is there really any hope left for Earth?!

Ma Liang, with his magic brush, gazed towards the direction of the Guixu Army's Antarctic base, looking on with obvious longing: "Is Principal Lin still not awake?"

Yuan Lang shook his head: "No."

If Principal Lin wakes up, what business will you demons and monsters have?

A buffet?! It's a miracle that number 11839 was left with a whole body; Principal Lin was incredibly kind!

Ma Liang, the magic paintbrush, instructed again: "If Principal Lin wakes up, please notify me immediately."

This makes it convenient for them to worship, to curry favor with, and to receive Principal Lin's teachings!

They only respect the Star Alliance and Principal Lin; they respect no one else!
Seemingly realizing that he still needed the help of the carbon-based humans before him, Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush offered a crucial piece of information: "You don't need to worry about the Orc Empire. As long as they are well-fed, they won't cause trouble."

"What you should be more concerned about is another important figure!"

"A big shot? How big?" Qiu Xiaomei's heart was pounding in her throat.

How powerful must someone be to make Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, a great figure?!

What merit do they have, a mere asteroid, to attract so many extraterrestrial civilizations?

Is the universe always this crowded?

Ma Liang, the master of magic paintbrush, lowered his voice considerably, as if afraid of being overheard: "The Sui Xing Civilization, honored as Jormungandr! The one who survived from that place and eventually broke through to become a super figure of the [Domain Lord] level!"

"Domain Lord?" Qiu Xiaomei and Yuan Lang were completely bewildered, not understanding the weight of this term.

When it comes to the Domain Lord, Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush has a lot to say.

"According to the classification of civilizations in the universe, a Type I civilization is a planetary civilization, capable of fully controlling and utilizing all the energy and resources of its planet. You cannot do that, so you are at Type 0.7."

A Type II civilization is a stellar civilization that can control and utilize all the energy of its star (such as the Sun), thereby gaining control of the entire star system.

A Type III civilization is a galactic civilization, whose control extends to the entire galaxy (such as the Milky Way) and can utilize the energy of special celestial bodies such as black holes.

Type IV civilizations are intergalactic civilizations that have begun to grasp the concept of dimensional manipulation.

"From this perspective, a Domain Lord is equivalent to a Level 4 civilization. One Domain Lord is comparable to a Level 4 civilization! This is a true god! Many civilizations never see a Domain Lord from their birth to their demise."

"You are very lucky to be able to admire the demeanor of a Domain Lord at the level of 0.7."

"You must understand, if a civilization can produce a Domain Lord, even if the entire population is illiterate and consists of primitive people, they can still enter the core ranks of the Star Alliance!"

Ma Liang was so excited that the sword trembled.

Yuan Lang and Qiu Xiaomei's hearts sank to the bottom. The Domain Lord had come to Blue Star—what was he after?!