Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 495 The Beast King's Old Seal, Stars Over the Vast Sea

Golden Mane Reinhardt's gaze slowly swept across the hall.

Wherever his gaze fell, the elders, tribal chiefs, and generals of all races were petrified as if they had been petrified by the legendary serpent demon.

I dared not move an inch.

Among the recent generations of Beastmasters, Reinhardt can be considered the most powerful and influential.

This is not because Reinhardt had outstanding military achievements. On the contrary, in the glorious history of the orcs' conquest over the past few hundred years, he was one of the least successful.

Compared to his ancestors, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a spendthrift.

Strictly speaking, orcs were not originally a wasteland race, but a plains race. More accurately, 99.99% of the ancestors of these orc tribes today can be traced back to their homeland of Crystal Plains and Clearwater Plains.

That is, the north and south sides of Silvermoon Forest.

They could be considered fellow countrymen of the elves and neighbors of the humans.

Clearly, as the common origin of intelligent life forms such as elves, humans, orcs, and half-orcs, that place must have some significance.

What secret does this place hold?
Different races have their own legends, but whether it's mythology, folk songs, or even the biased historical records of various countries that are purely for the purpose of catering to the monarchs, they are all like looking at the moon through the clouds or flowers through the fog.

None of them are reliable.

Fortunately, there is the Eastern Xia civilization, which has a particular fondness for studying history and is adept at getting to the bottom of things.

Among the supplies that Chen Mo transported from the Starry World to Blue Star Dongxia, the first priority was the [Life] series of potions and elixirs, and the second priority was various documents and historical records, which were even ranked higher than strategic resources such as spirit crystals.

Meanwhile, Dongxia also gathered a large number of historians, sociologists, geographers, biologists, and other leading figures from various disciplines to repeatedly analyze and study all the available data.

To some extent, the Eastern Xia people know more about the history of the Starry Continent than the native inhabitants of the Starry Continent.

Regarding the origin of intelligent life among the stars, the technical expert team of Dongxia [Cihang] believes that it is inextricably linked to the World Tree of the past.

They proposed a hypothesis about the World Tree's spiritual awakening. This theory holds that the World Tree, which once grew in the Silvermoon Forest, not only transformed the environment, harmonized the climate, and nourished the soil and water, but also had an extremely significant impact on native organisms, leading to the full intelligence and spiritualization of the organisms within its sphere of influence.

They are more intelligent and stronger, and can cultivate themselves; they can be called an intelligent race.

This may be a strategy employed by the World Tree to cultivate a group of protectors for itself in this world.

As it turns out, World Tree's thinking was far too simplistic.

Apart from the single-minded and unwaveringly loyal tree people, the elves who were the first to stand out could barely be considered qualified bodyguards; every single other intelligent race was a traitor.

There was no way around it; the elves had the advantage of getting the best spot first, so other races had no choice but to try and take it.

If we can't grab it, we'll destroy it, and nobody will have a good time!

The Dongxia technical team created a massive and detailed phylogenetic tree of life. After screening and analyzing the data in chronological order, from earliest to latest, the expert group concluded that during this round of awakening of intelligence triggered by the World Tree, organisms differentiated into various types based on the different influences they received.

The elves are the biggest beneficiaries.

As the civilization closest to the World Tree and the first to complete their evolution, they not only had the earliest intellectual development but also received a significant boost in lifespan. Furthermore, they established their own cultivation system adapted to spiritual energy very early on.

Next is the human race.

Perhaps because their settlements were farther from the World Tree, or because they had been associated with the World Tree for a shorter time than the elves, the evolution of humans lagged slightly behind that of the elves. However, humans had a stronger reproductive capacity, produced more mutated individuals, and after stealing the psionic cultivation system from the elves, they quickly developed and popularized it, eventually becoming the dominant species on the Starry Continent.

One interesting phenomenon caught the expert panel's attention.

Chen Mo photographed some ancient elven stone carvings in the central courtyard of Silvermoon Forest. The rough lines depicting the scenes suggest that the earliest elves were also quadrupedal.

The ancestors of humans and orcs are no exception; they are all lying down, but in different ways.

However, under the influence of the World Tree's magical power, these creatures gradually began to walk upright.

A biologist from Dongxia, combining known information with directly observable forms of undead creatures, unseen but clearly documented forms of elemental creatures, and other legendary accounts of visitors from other worlds, made a groundbreaking deduction.

The civilization that first planted the World Tree may have been a humanoid, bipedal civilization, which experts have named the "Progenitor Civilization".

For some unknown and special reason, the seeds of the World Tree were scattered throughout the universe. Each seed, after taking root, sprouting, and growing into a World Tree, would then nurture and modify native organisms according to the image of this "ancestral civilization" in its genetic memory.

The more profound the transformation, the closer its image will be to that "ancestral civilization".

According to the evolutionary tree compiled by the Dongxia expert group, the beast race was divided into three categories during its evolution.

Highly intelligent beasts are called orcs. Although they still have furry heads and tails and retain some beast-like features, their skeletal structure is already highly similar to that of humans, and they have achieved completely upright walking.

Those who were not fully transformed for various reasons became orcs. Most of them achieved upright or near-upright posture, but retained a considerable number of significant primitive biological characteristics.

For example, the lower body and hooves of a centaur, and the hunched spine and drooping arms of a goblin.

Those that have not evolved completely or not evolved at all retain the form of primitive wild beasts.

According to this theory, the orc race is: the tigers, lions, bulls, bears and other wild beasts that originally lived on the plains were enlightened and became upright under the influence of the World Tree, and transformed into many different orc tribes with different forms and styles.

Perhaps due to differences in physical structure, or perhaps due to congenital factors that prevent their brains from evolving properly, most orcs are unable to cultivate magic. As a result, they embark on a path of berserkers who highly enhance themselves and use various additional spells to stimulate their physical potential.

So how did these scattered orc tribes eventually unite into one?

There's no need for guessing; history records the truth. The history books of various countries are filled with self-satisfaction—it was all forced upon them by the human race!

Back then, when the Sky Empire was flourishing and had invaded the Eastern Continent, it not only launched an attack on the Elf race, but also indiscriminately wiped out all intelligent races.

Inferior creatures should all be eliminated or enslaved.

Faced with human cultivators armed to the teeth, wielding magic and spiritual energy, and all sorts of beastmen of all sizes, heights, and builds who once roamed freely on the plains, the beastmen suffered heavy casualties and rivers of blood.

Finally, they had no choice but to abandon their homes on the plains and flee to the remote corners of the continent.

In this process, various orcs who originally existed at different positions on the food chain were forced to put aside their grudges, band together for mutual support, and fight against the terrifying and invincible human forces, eventually forming the current wasteland orc tribe.

In fact, in that history of human conquest, it wasn't just the orcs who suffered misfortune. The dragons, who once soared through the skies and crushed the continent, are now pitifully munching on frozen dried fish in the icy wilderness of the far north!
In any case, in that relatively clear historical record, the orcs eventually managed to survive in a corner of this wasteland, living in constant fear of the next human attack.

Then, the human race split apart.

Humans are at war.

While the humans of the Sky Dome and the Eastern Continent were fighting fiercely, the orcs gained a rare respite, established a foothold in the northern wasteland, and began to desperately reproduce and expand their population.

When the Moonlit Elves, the Fog Moon Elves, and the Silver Moon Elves joined forces to form the "Moon Alliance" and defeated the Eastern Continent Governor's Office of the Sky Empire, the various orc tribes worked together to conquer the entire wasteland and build a unified orc empire.

When Qiyue and Wuyue joined forces to severely damage the elves, and then began fighting amongst themselves, the orcs, having gathered their strength, spurred their troops south, sweeping across Bailu and firmly establishing the dominant position of orcs attacking and humans defending in the northeastern part of the continent.

Because the orcs' greatest victories during their expansion were achieved during the reign of the legendary chieftain of the Goldenmane Clan as Beast King, which gave the Goldenmane Lion Clan unparalleled prestige, the policy of collectively electing the Beast King within the orc tribes quickly became a mere formality.

Regardless of whether the chiefs of the various tribes still have the idea that "fortune changes hands," the one sitting on this high throne, no matter how they are elected, will inevitably be the direct descendants of the Golden Mane.

The achievements of his ancestors were so brilliant that they left Reinhardt an immeasurable political legacy, but at the same time, they also brought him an immense mountain of performance targets.

Given the orcs' organizational and logistical capabilities, controlling the White Deer Plain would essentially be the limit of their military projection capabilities. To go any further, they would have to relocate the royal court and main force to the White Deer Plain, shifting the orc race's main base and military center southward, before they could continue large-scale offensives.

However, all the chieftains of the orcs throughout history have reached a consensus: they cannot go.

The orcs on the White Deer Plain have fallen too quickly!
The eleventh Beast King of the Orc Empire, who was also the grandfather of Goldenmane Reinhardt, once carved this prayer with his claws on Mount Urgo.

"If the orcs leave the wasteland, we may never be able to return to the Holy Mountain."

So, here's the question: If a beast king cannot gain prestige through illustrious achievements in territorial expansion, how can he maintain his supreme position?
Goldenmane Reinhardt, after all, inherited the excellent traditions of the Lion Clan Orcs. Since external military campaigns were not yielding any results, he could use his troops internally.

According to rumors circulating among some gossipy orcs, the conflict between the plains orcs and the wasteland orcs, as well as the struggles between the major tribes, all have the shadow of this Beast King behind them.

Then, these liars were placed on the white bone base of the royal palace.

Iron-fisted, bloody, and ruthless. Reinhardt's thunderous methods have led to the current situation. Even though the spring and autumn hunts have repeatedly failed, and even though the White Deer Plains have suffered a crushing defeat, this Beast King still moves with trepidation in every gesture.

However, it's not good to keep losing battles.

The loss of White Deer Plains severely damaged Reinhardt's reputation, and now, those despicable enemies have gone even further, "brutally" smashing the gates of the wasteland.

The shadow of being abused and oppressed by humans, the shadow of being driven away like a stray dog, once again loomed over the Orcish Royal Court.

At this moment, Goldenmane Reinhardt was extremely agitated.

"Tell me, how was the Savage Stone Gate lost?"

The message came from four different sources: the earth-sounding drums and war horns, the smoke signals and battle flags, the messages from wyverns and thunderbirds, and the "Whispers of Dreams" from the orc shamans.

This last method is the most amazing; in fact, most human nations are unaware of its existence.

The so-called "Whispers of Dreams" refers to the shamans on the front lines raising their souls from their bodies and traveling through a mysterious spiritual passage to the orcish holy mountain to deliver messages to the shamans remaining in the temple.

Well, that's roughly equivalent to a dream!
This method of communication is extremely fast, detailed, and uninterruptible. Moreover, it is not limited to basic text or graphics; it can convey more complex and dynamic information through dreams, making it far superior to the human race's teleportation altars.

However, it is rarely used by the Orcs and is little known.

The main reason is that the Apocalypse Priest is a high-ranking priest among shamans. It takes decades of time and a huge amount of resources to train one, comparable to taming a behemoth.

Secondly, it's easy for the soul to ascend, and it's not difficult to send a message in a dream, but if you want to go back... well, you can't go back!
One "Whisper of Dreams" consumes one Priest of the Apocalypse.

We simply can't afford it.

This time, faced with the sudden and devastating defeat at the Desolate Stone Gate, perhaps sensing the urgency of the situation, or perhaps realizing that the Apocalypse Priests at the front lines could not return, two Apocalypse Priests burned their souls one after another to send back "Whispers of Dreams".

In the dream they described, the sky was obscured by giant birds that could not be reached high above, and explosive and shock magic descended from the sky, engulfing the earth. Steel and fire spread throughout the battlefield, shattering the warriors' charge, and there was the Sighing Wall that the orcs could never break through...

The priests who remained on the sacred mountain danced a bizarre and fantastical dance while chanting loudly:
"Your Majesty the Beast King! Commander Broxigar is mortally wounded; the Savage Stone Gate has been utterly shattered; the gates of the Wasteland are wide open; those enemies from the south, riding the storm, their weapons stained with the blood of orcs."

"Your Majesty, in accordance with the supreme divine will of Urgo, grant divine guidance to the lost people!"

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes.

"Summon the twelve princes, the four army leaders, the war lords, and the divine servants of the heavens!"

"This is a life-or-death battle for the orcs. The supreme Urgo protects and shelters us on the holy mountain!"

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The Orcish royal court sounded the horn for a full-scale war, while the Han Hai human race, or rather the Dong Xia human race, had gradually returned to calm.

On their expedition to a foreign world separated by countless light-years, facing a "barbarian" opponent they had never encountered before, no matter how skilled they had been in previous exercises or how thorough their preparations, everyone couldn't help but feel a little worried.

But that's how war works. After a relentless thrashing of the orcs, the army, from top to bottom, reached its peak in terms of confidence and morale.

Next, the air force continued its bombing campaign, and the ground forces continued their rolling advance, allowing the forward command post at Qingfeng Mountain some time to do other things.

For example, arranging a temporary delegation to visit the Earth.

The person who most wanted to go was undoubtedly Chen Mo. More than anyone else, he longed to return to his beloved hometown, to walk around, to see the familiar air, and to see the city he loved.

But he can't go back.

He is the unique and irreplaceable "leader" connecting the two worlds.

No one knows what chain reaction will occur once he crosses the portal he himself built.

So, despite his regret, Chen Mo could only force a smile and watch the cross-border exchange delegation depart.

"It's okay, there will be opportunities!" He waved his hand vigorously, as if comforting others, but more like comforting himself.

"Watch carefully and learn diligently!"

Since Chen Mo can't go, the most qualified person to lead the group is Liu Shuang.

Although only a very few people in Dongxia know her name, those who do are people who can shake the earth with a single stomp.

To welcome Liushuang, all the senior elders except one who remained in the capital to oversee government affairs arrived at the Tianhe base, where a grand welcoming ceremony was prepared.

Accompanying Liu Shuang on her visit was a large group of prominent figures from the Hanhai region.

For example, the first academician of extraterrestrial origin from Dongxia, Scholar Anthony, with a large badge on his chest, was holding a thick stack of research manuscripts on the combination of magic from the Starry World and modern technology from Earth. His fingers were trembling slightly with excitement.

He wanted to find his old rival with whom he had always engaged in fierce debates, a love-hate relationship.

For example, Chen Mo's mentor, Tang Si, whose presence was almost non-existent, was regarded by most people as a seasoned fisherman.

His greatest wish is to cast a fishing rod and try his luck in this magical space-time on the other side.

Also present were Qiu Yeyu, the chief representative of the Han Hai Jiu Quan troops; Norton Tie Mei, the engineering master of Han Hai Project No. 001; Xia Yuanchen, the student representative of the lord; and Liu Zaiyue and Niu Tanqin, who served as guards and ceremonial attendants.

Chen Mo stood outside the teleportation portal, waving goodbye with reluctance, watching the group disappear into the soft light.

Then he took a deep breath, rubbed his face hard with some regret and loneliness, turned around and jumped into the off-road vehicle that was already waiting next to him.

"Let's go to the rocket launch site."

Here, the first sounding test launch is about to begin.

At night, the lights at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain are as bright as day.

As night deepened, the bombers of the Fifth Group continued refueling, loading, taking off, and bombing; the ground forces of the Third and Fourth Groups continued their all-out advance towards the plateau; the engineers of the Second Group worked tirelessly, sweating profusely; and the First Group coordinated with the forces of the Vast Ocean to confront the creatures of the underworld…

The sixth cluster, the space launch cluster, ushered in a glorious moment that will be recorded in history.

The satellite launch site is located in a valley 20 kilometers southeast of Qingfeng Mountain. This area was originally the winter pasture of the "Long Teeth" tribe. The terrain is flat and open, surrounded by hills, which not only facilitates concealment and reconnaissance but also provides a certain natural windbreak.

At this moment, a huge launch tower has been erected in the center of the flat valley.

Calling it a "tower" isn't entirely accurate; it's actually a steel behemoth assembled from modular metal components.

At the base of the launch pad, twelve thick support pillars extend downwards, deeply embedded in the bedrock. At the top of the launch pad, two giant "pincers" open outwards, firmly gripping the launch vehicle standing in the center.

The intense lighting from bottom to top illuminated the silver-white rocket in the center of the stage, making it appear as if it were the main subject under a spotlight.

Major General He Zhiyuan, the chief commander of the space launch project, stood on a makeshift command tower, clutching a walkie-talkie and repeatedly shouting into it.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was etched with exhaustion, and his voice was completely hoarse, like a speaker with its outer skin torn off. Even the life-giving water sent from the vast ocean could not restore his severely damaged vocal cords.

Only those eyes are still shining.

All the engineers, technicians, operators, and even transport drivers, forklift drivers, porters, and assemblers on site had been working tirelessly for over ten hours without sleep. In less than a fifth of the time it would take on Earth, they forcibly erected a comprehensive launch tower capable of supporting the launch of a medium-sized carrier rocket on this alien land with almost no infrastructure.

It has created yet another engineering marvel.

He Zhiyuan took a deep breath and looked at Lao Zheng, the chief engineer beside him.

A gaunt old man in his fifties, wearing thick glasses, was staring intently at the row of monitors in front of him, where data was pouring down like a waterfall.

"Old Zheng?" He Zhiyuan asked softly.

Old Zheng ignored him.

"Old Zheng!" He Zhiyuan pinched his throat and raised his voice slightly.

Old Zheng still ignored him, but simply raised his left hand and waved at him.

Quiet down, I'm busy!
He Zhiyuan shook his head with a wry smile, gestured to Chen Mo and Han Mu who were standing in the viewing area to wait a moment, and then turned to look out the window.

Outside the window, the 42-meter-tall carrier rocket stands quietly on the launch platform.

Its paint job is the pure white of Dongxia's signature, with only a few striking blue stripes in the middle of the rocket body. In the most conspicuous position on the rocket body, four powerful black characters are printed, which are clearly visible as "Hanhai Aerospace".

Well, this way it doesn't count as encroaching on the right to use outer space of the Starry World, since the Vast Ocean is a local power.

Time passed second by second, and the waiting time became exceptionally long. Finally, he heard the tired voice of Chief Engineer Zheng.

"okay."

He Zhiyuan's spirits lifted, and he grabbed the communicator, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Attention all units! Conduct final checks and prepare for launch!"

The indicator lights in the central control room lit up one after another, and commands were given incessantly.

"Fuel loading complete!"

"Fuel No. 2 refueling complete!"

"Oxidant tank pressure is normal!"

"Telemetry system self-test complete!"

"The joint test between the Star and Rocket has passed!"

Outside the window, spotlights shone from all directions, illuminating the arrow until it shone brightly. A thin layer of white frost had formed on the arrow's surface, gleaming brilliantly under the light.

The smooth and elegant arrow pierced straight into the night sky, like a long sword pointing towards the heavens.

And at the tip of this longsword lies the unfamiliar starry sky of the Starry World, untouched by life on Earth.

"So beautiful," He Zhiyuan murmured.

Old Zheng looked up, followed his gaze, glanced at him, then lowered his head again to continue typing.

"Beauty is useless if you can actually hit it."

"..."

"Big brother, uncle, grandpa, you're my own grandfather! Please say something nice! Don't jinx me at this crucial moment!"

"Sweet words are useless!"

"First shot, looks tough!"

"..."

First inspection, second inspection, third inspection.

Before the final launch window arrived, engineers checked the details again and again until the final instructions came.

"Final status confirmation for all units!"

"Fuel System One Confirmed!"

"Fuel system number two confirmed!"

Gas supply system confirmed!

"Power system confirmed!"

"Telemetry system confirmed!"

"The final joint debugging of the ground control station is complete, and signal reception is normal!"

"Optical tracking system is ready!"

Finally, the launch reached the final countdown stage. A young female voice, clear and articulate, spoke with a slight, barely suppressed tremor.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

He Zhiyuan put down the screen, stood in front of the window of the command tower, gripped the window frame tightly with both hands, his veins bulging, and stared intently.

"Six, five, four..."

Old Zheng straightened up, took out a crumpled cigarette, soaked with sweat, from his shirt pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

"Three, two, one..."

The entire launch site fell silent as everyone looked up at the rocket about to take off.

"ignition!!!"

A dazzling white light shot out from the bottom of the launch platform, like a blazing sun appearing out of nowhere, instantly tearing through the surrounding darkness.

The white light rapidly expanded, transforming into a churning ball of orange-red flames, with large amounts of smoke billowing out from beneath the base, instantly creating a massive "cloud."

Amidst the raging flames, the white rocket slowly rose, initially very slowly, so slowly that the local soldiers of the vast sea who were watching felt that it might fall down at any moment.

But it was as if it was being held up by an invisible, gentle giant hand, rising inch by inch, higher and higher, faster and faster, until at a certain moment, it completely broke free from the shackles of gravity and soared into the sky!

The rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, pierced the night sky and soared into the heavens.

The tail flame traced a bright trail across the night sky, like a burning sword cleaving through the deep darkness of the starry world.

The light spot grew smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared from people's sight.

Everyone turned their attention back to the screen, where the announcer's voice continued.

"Booster separation normal!"

"Level 1 separation normal!"

"Fairing jettisoning normal!"

"Secondary ignition—"

Suddenly, her voice trembled.

"Level 2... Abnormal posture!"

The minds of everyone in the hall went blank with a "buzz," as if a stun grenade had exploded in their ears.

He Zhiyuan was slightly better off. Having prepared for all the worst-case scenarios, he forced himself to calm down in just a fraction of a second.

Throughout his decades-long career in aerospace engineering, he has experienced countless thrilling moments, but this one is particularly significant!

"Data!" he roared, his voice completely hoarse.

"Unknown cause, yaw angle exceeds design maximum! Attempting to switch to backup control channel!"

He Zhiyuan grabbed the communicator: "Optical tracking, give me real-time images!"

On the tracking screen, a blurry dot of light was tracing an eerie arc across the night sky. The trail of its tail flame, which should have risen straight up, began to slowly curve into a weak arc, occasionally punctuated by one or two violent twists.

That was the control system making a final effort.

Without orders or commands, all emergency backup measures were deployed on-site according to plan.

"Emergency procedures have been initiated; attempt forced stabilization of the attitude nozzle!"

"The engine has been reignited!"

"Backup channel switching failed!"

"Out of control, the arrow is tumbling!"

"Telemetry signal lost!"

"Radar tracking...the target split into multiple echoes..."

"boom!"

Old Zheng slammed his fist on the control panel, and the cigarette he was holding rolled to the ground.

He Zhiyuan, however, had fully regained his senses: "Analyze the parameters and prepare for the next launch!"

According to the normal space launch procedure, after a failure, a complete review of the entire process is required immediately, including fault investigation, cause analysis, determination of corrective measures, and then preparation for the next launch.

But this is not Earth.

This is a world of stars, a world where every second counts!

The machines on site roared again as the No. 2 rocket, already loaded with the satellite, was slowly and steadily pushed toward the launch pad by the rocket station assembly.

Again!
This is a saturation launch from Dongxia.

"If one shot doesn't work, then two; if two shots don't work, then three or four!"

"As long as the launch site is still there, as long as people can still move, keep firing until we succeed."

In the central control room, the personnel and machines that had just been silent suddenly started running again, as if a machine had been turned on, even more rapidly and intensely than before.

"By the way, Lao Zheng, how was the second shot? Still not enough?"

"How would I know? You need to put the rocket on so I can get a feel for it!"

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The same rocket, the same white paint, and the same big blue lettering—HanHai Aerospace.

It's as if everything has just been reverted to a previous state.

Refueling, inspecting pipelines, adjusting telemetry, calibrating guidance...

Once, twice, three times!
"Old Zheng, how are you feeling?"

"It's likely to succeed...it's 80% likely to succeed!"

"okay!"

Countdown!
ignition!

Another rocket soared into the sky.

"Level 2 flight normal!"

"Level 3 ignition preparation—"

"Stage three ignition!"

"Level 3 separation normal!"

He Zhiyuan punched his own palm.

"Countdown to Star-Rocket Separation—"

Everyone held their breath.

"Star-rocket separation successful!"

"Satellite solar panels deploy!"

"Telemetry signal is normal!"

"Orbit insertion parameters are normal!"

The young woman's voice suddenly paused.

"HanHai Aerospace's second satellite launch a success!"

The entire launch hall erupted in cheers!

Cheers, shouts, applause, and even tears of uncontrollable joy.

Although they had heard the words "launch successful" countless times, this was probably the most beautiful sound they had ever heard in their lives.

He Zhiyuan stood by the window, gazing for a long time at the rocket that had long since disappeared into the night sky, and slowly gave a military salute.

"Old Zheng."

"Ok?"

"You can light a cigarette now!"

"Hurry up and finish this, we... need to have another round!"

Outside the window, the night sky remained silent, and the stars continued to twinkle.

But from this moment on, in that brilliant starry sky, there is a star belonging to Dongxia, belonging to the vast ocean, silently and steadfastly orbiting this unfamiliar world.

(End of this chapter)