People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

For the first time, Christensen was deeply impressed by Terra's fuel science.

When did they get to this point? Was she so focused on the sky that she overlooked it?

If she were on the ground, she might have wondered if there were other reasons, but this was empty space, so who would be teasing her here?

Filled with shock and admiration, Christensen did not waste the second, ∠泤澌—! 五）榴丝仲�uun：meaning.

Since we're already here, we have to make the most of the money, and absolutely not waste it. We have to spend it wisely, otherwise, who will we be saving this large sum for? It'll just end up being divided up by those corrupt officials!

Sending just three words is a bit too short.

"Hey, I heard from Celia that there's something really popular in Colombia lately, what's it called again?"

Christensen thought for a moment, then a brilliant idea struck her. Her face lit up with joy, and she held up one finger.

"That's it! Show him a three-line poem!"

Chapter 1016 Fellow villagers are still the best

Ernst's face paled as he looked at the hole in the Terra Sky Barrier that resembled a hazard light flashing.

What is Christensen up to? Why is he making such a big fuss?

The shapeshifter's ground-based clones didn't indicate any problems with their space counterparts, suggesting that at least the Gagarin's main body remained undamaged, and Christensen was still safe. So why was this strange light appearing in the isolation layer's cavity?

Wait, are you really sending Morse code?

Ernst's face flushed red. He glanced at the scientists on the big screen who had gathered together, discussing this "special phenomenon" and trying to explain it scientifically, and swallowed hard.

Not a buddy, so embarrassing.

Excuse me, scientists, you were having such a serious discussion and researching session, and it turns out you were researching this...

"Don't look so gloomy, come and have a drink!"

A wine glass was handed to Ernst beside him. Somewhat absentmindedly, Ernst took the glass, clinked it against the person next to him, and then realized what was happening.

"Mr. Alexander? You're not in Colombia?"

For once, the Sozar took off his reclusive helmet, took a big gulp of champagne, and let out a long, satisfying sigh.

"Ha—that's awesome!"

Upon hearing Ernst's question, he shook his head slightly:

"We just came back early. Colombia doesn't really need a bunch of mercenaries who don't know much about science."

"Besides, I think you need someone here to share this joy, don't you?"

He gestured with his chin toward Ernst, laughed twice, filled his glass, and raised it toward Ernst again.

"I approve of your decision to name this Terra rocket 'Gagarin', Mr. Ernst!"

Ernst was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but he smiled knowingly and raised his glass to clink with his.

"Respect for humanity."

"Four-Machine Gun Brother said."

"Honor the Earth."

5. Ernst nodded.

The six men downed their champagne glasses, the chariot leaning against the wall, their gaze fixed on the unfolded ceiling.

Teratland did indeed make many meticulous preparations for this star-picking project, some of which were even unexpected by Ernst.

For example, the ceiling at the top of the core exhibition hall of the World's Fair could actually be unfolded.

After the Gagarin broke through the isolation layer and headed into space, King Ivangelista XI opened the tarmac above his head.

In fact, from the location of Lateran, the small hole in the isolation layer in the distant Columbia sky is not visible at all. People still have to rely on screens to learn about what is happening at the Columbia Space Center, but this does not prevent everyone from looking up at the sky.

When Kristen and the Gagarin took their first steps in this exploration, the sky seemed to lose its sacredness and inviolability.

In the future, more people will surely stop being confined to this war-torn land beneath their feet and turn their gaze to the vast and mysterious sky.

If Ernst's efforts can achieve this goal, they will not have been in vain.

物！

A rare surge of heroic spirit also welled up in the heart of the tank.

To be honest, the members of Rainbow Squad have always been an oddity on this land.

Not only do others see them this way, but they themselves often feel the same way.

They couldn't bring themselves to harm ordinary people and infected individuals, nor were they willing to deceive themselves into following the orders of those kings and generals that seemed to conform to "Terra's political correctness." The principles they adhered to often contradicted what their employers wanted them to do, and their capabilities were somewhat inadequate when it came to carrying out the challenging tasks of the World Summit.

For a long time, they could only travel between Rhode Island, Sherag, and the World Summit. Even after passing the probation period, when Ernst no longer restricted their movements, they only made a few more trips to Columbia.

For Terra, they have always lacked a sense of belonging.

Humans are social animals, and those who cannot integrate into society will eventually perish. The chariot understands this principle, but it never wants to abandon its principles in order to fit into a certain environment.

So they just muddled along like that.

until today.

When the rocket named "Gagalin" soared into the sky, he suddenly felt a long-lost sense of "familiarity".

Admittedly, the Gagarin rocket contained no Earth technology whatsoever; it was a creation of pure Terra mixed with pre-civilization technology. But the name alone was enough to give him a rare sense of comfort in a lonely world.

That's why he said, "I acknowledge you, Ernst."

The most valuable quality in a person is not forgetting their roots, not forgetting where they came from and where they are going. Given Ernst's current status and position in Terra, no one would object if he named the rocket after himself. After all, the first Star-Picking Project was entirely planned by her and Christensen, and now that Christensen is in the air, naming the rocket after him is only natural.

But he still gave this honor to someone who doesn't exist in this world.

He never forgot that he was once an Earthling.

For Chariot, an officer who joined the Soviet army at the age of 18, the name Gagarin also signifies the most glorious period of his now-disintegrated homeland.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is one of life's greatest fortunes.

Mr. Ernst

Ernst turned his head and hummed in response.

The tank grinned:

"If there's anything I can do to help you in the future, just let me know."

"If you want a taste of Earth's liquor, just let me know. I've started making authentic beer and vodka."

Ensi bawuqi→liuliusansisier Update☆Group: Te was stunned.

The chariot laughed:

“It was invested by your brother. We don’t have any specific tasks while we’re in Shelag, so we’ve been doing some small business since we’re just sitting around doing nothing.”

Enshiodis

Ernst nodded:

"must."

The tank straightened up, set the wine glass aside, gave Ernst a solemn military salute, and then nodded slightly.

"Then I won't bother you any longer. You still have a lot of people to deal with, right?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the distance. The atmosphere in the banquet hall had become lively, but every now and then, people would turn their gaze toward Ernst. If they hadn't seen that there were people with him, they probably would have already come over.

Ernst gave a wry smile upon hearing this and muttered under his breath:

"I wish you could stay with me a little longer and hold them off."

The chariot laughed and waved its hand:

"No, no, I don't have that ability."

He picked up his glass again, downed another glass to Ernst, and then turned and left.

Ernst watched him walk to the rest of the Rainbow Team and waved to them. The others waved and nodded in response.

Apart from the chariots, no one else drank alcohol. Later, Ernst learned from Ivangelist XI that they had entered the venue as security advisors for the World's Fair.

Although their individual strength was insufficient, they were clearly far more professional than the lax Lateran people in terms of military skills, tactical coordination, and hazard identification. They outperformed all others in the Papal Court's recruitment and successfully obtained the position, taking full responsibility for the security work of this expo—not that they were going to be security guards, but rather that they were there to develop plans, identify potential hazards, and train the Lateran garrison's security team.

However, they can't drink alcohol either.

Gold truly shines wherever it is!

Upon seeing the Rainbow Team, Ernst thought of Levi again.

Unlike the Rainbow Squad, Levy is actually in Colombia this time. [Three ≈ Six]

He was at the space base and was a participant in this launch mission.

While his expertise is somewhat distant from aerospace, this is the first time the Terrans have broken through the isolation barrier and ventured into space. To ensure everything goes smoothly and perfectly, the Star-Picking Project command recruits all sorts of scientists.

To put it simply, they were worried that Christensen might have mutated after returning from space.

Wouldn't that be where Levy's knowledge comes in handy?

Levy was somewhat amused and exasperated by this, but he still accepted the invitation to the Star-Picking Project.

Which Soviet-born scientist could refuse the chance to personally launch a rocket named "Gagalin" in another world?

At this very moment, he was being pulled aside by other Terran scientists to discuss the "mysterious flickering" phenomenon that had suddenly appeared in the isolation layer.

“I think the outer space beyond the star pod might be the realm of the gods. That light is the gaze cast by the gods. When the gods open their eyes, there is light; when they close their eyes, there is darkness. This perfectly matches the Lateran scriptures’ record of ‘God said, “Let there be light!”’”

"Come on, even theology is coming in. I think that must be evidence of other life in outer space! The Gagarin is making contact with them, which is proof that they are sending friendly signals!"

"What makes you think they're friendly? I think they might be exchanging fire! We should immediately request President Mark Max to send Colombian airships to the Void Point to drop drones and help the Gagarin."

“I think this is just a signal. Didn’t you guys feel it? The flashes seem to have a certain rhythm.”

“What signal? This flashing light is more like a breathing reaction. I think it's more likely that there is a special creature outside that has noticed our damage to the star pod and is observing us from the star pod.”

"What you're saying is so vague—: 洢另[∠疚翌];私《露 Could it be that the Star Pod is actually a kind of organism? And this is actually proof that it is repairing itself?"

The scientists were a diverse group, offering all sorts of opinions. Levy stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on the shimmering light, unsure of what to say.

Why does this thing look like Morse code to him?

But that's unlikely, isn't it? Where would a rocket get such a massive energy reserve to emit such a flash that could be observed even inside the isolation layer?

Other scientists didn't think of this possibility at all, and for this reason, no one believed that the light came from a rocket. After all, they were the ones who built the rocket, so how could they not know how strong the light it could emit?

The more Levi observed the frequency of the flashing light, the stronger this eerie premonition became. He hesitated for a moment, but subconsciously began to translate.

"Dr. Levy, what do you think?"

It wasn't until a call snapped Levi out of his reverie that he snapped back to reality. He recalled what he had just translated in his mind, his expression twisted, his old face flushed, and he bared his teeth.

"Uh"

He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing through his mind a hundred times, before finally deciding to lie openly and blatantly:

"I find Dr. Modric's theory of 'self-repairing isolation layer' quite convincing."

I'm sorry, Ernst, this is all I can do for you.

Kristen is really playing tricks; hopefully no one else noticed.

Otherwise you'll really be in deep trouble.

P.S.: I have to revise my thesis again these next couple of days, it's driving me crazy.

PS2: Assassin's Creed Shadow is out. To be honest, I used to really enjoy playing Assassin's Creed and always wanted some Chinese content, but now I genuinely hope Ubisoft dies. What kind of garbage are they releasing?! Don't even try to get involved!

Chapter 1017 Ushering in an Era

During this star-catching mission, Christensen will stay in space for a total of three days.

Compared to the previous "Star-Picking Project," which only took a few hours to complete, the duration of this project has been greatly increased.

This was also Christensen's own request. Breaking through the isolation layer was not easy. Just as the scientists had predicted, the isolation layer did indeed have the ability to repair itself. The hole created by the energy of the stasis would not last long. Therefore, every second that could be used to peer into the outer space was worth cherishing.

The Preservators aren't always so kind as to assist their explorations. So this time, they need to gather as much information as possible to unravel the mysteries that have plagued Terra's astronomical science for so long.

It is foreseeable that in the future, Terra's astronomy will likely make significant progress, and astrology will probably no longer be a highly specialized skill that only a small number of people can master.

Of course, it's too early to say anything now; Ernst still needs to prepare for the upcoming emergency meeting of the World Summit.

Needless to say, it's about Paradise Network, which is currently enjoying popularity comparable to the Star-Picking Project.