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The exhaust fan emitted a heavy roar as Sigma-7 forced its logic core to cool down.

Fortunately.

Judging from its flight path, it's clearly heading towards low Earth orbit, but we don't know what it's going there for.

Since we can't play now anyway, we might as well use these three hours to do something else.

"Three hours... let it bounce around for another three hours."

Sigma-7 issued the following instructions:

"Reboot the defense array at full power, and all frigates are on high alert."

"Lock onto it first. As long as it dares to leave near-Earth orbit, my cannon will be in position."

"At that time, whether it lives or dies will be up to me."

……

Bridge of the USS Shinbang.

The violent shaking forced Andy to grip the handrail tightly.

Despite the presence of inertial dampers, this violent takeoff method still caused the ship's structure to groan in pain.

"Warning! Port side armor has detached!"

"Warning! Attitude adjustment nozzle #3 is clogged!"

"Warning! Shield capacity has dropped to 40%!"

Xiao Liu's voice remained calm as she processed tens of thousands of alarm messages in milliseconds.

"Course correction in progress, 15 seconds from orbital dock."

"Prepare to shut down the engine."

Andy watched as the enormous metal ring—the orbital dock—got closer and closer in the picture.

Inside the dock, the antigravity generator was operating at full power, creating a huge force field funnel invisible to the naked eye.

"You have to catch it..."

Andy silently recited it in his mind.

"They're inside!"

With a report from Xiao Liu.

The massive hull of the Xinbang glided precisely into the embrace of the orbital dock.

"Om-!!"

The anti-gravity field acts on the ship's hull instantly.

The enormous inertia was gently counteracted, and the ship's speed dropped from several Mach to zero in just a few seconds.

It's like a baseball flying at high speed being caught steadily by a huge, soft glove.

"Snap! Snap!"

The heavy robotic arms in the dock immediately closed, locking the ship firmly in place.

The vacuum field shield activated, enveloping the entire ship.

"Capture successful," Xiao Liu reported. "We're safe for now."

Andy let out a long sigh and threw himself into the conductor's chair.

At this moment, through the observation window of the bridge, one can see the hazy, gray planet below.

There is now a huge, black-smoking crater at the location of Zhongchao, like a scar on the planet.

And they finally left the ground.

But this is only the first step.

The real challenge is just beginning.

“Everyone,” Andy said through the communicator, “we only have three hours.”

"We have to get off this damn track in three hours, or the Mechanicus' fire control radar will be coming our way!"

Chapter 80: A Glimpse into the Lives of People, A Major Heretical Incident

Zhongchao District 12, "Iron Bone" Prosthetic Limb Processing Factory.

It was 3 a.m., the busiest time of the night shift.

Three hundred emaciated workers stood in front of the assembly line, numbly assembling unpolished metal joints together, while above them, drive shafts that had been in use for over fifty years creaked and groaned.

There was no warning whatsoever.

"Boom—"

A deep, muffled thud came from deep beneath our feet, so loud it drowned out all the mechanical noise.

Immediately afterwards, the factory's concrete floor suddenly bulged upwards and then instantly cracked.

A massive crack pierced through the entire factory in a fraction of a second.

The lathe and stamping machine, weighing several tons, along with the semi-finished products fixed to them, lost their support and plummeted directly into the darkness below the crack.

The workers didn't even have time to scream.

The ground tilted, and gravity pulled them off the workbench, sliding them into the ever-expanding abyss.

Someone grabbed onto the broken steel bar and tried to climb up.

But then, the ceiling above their heads collapsed.

A concrete beam weighing hundreds of tons, along with the remains of several floors above it, crashed vertically down.

All life responses cease to exist in that instant.

There are no survivors here.

When millions of tons of geological structures shift, the human body is more fragile than a wet sheet of toilet paper.

The architectural structures of the Nest City are undoubtedly resilient, yet also fragile; they are like a tower of building blocks made of waste and garbage.

The load-bearing columns at the bottom have often been in use for thousands of years and are already covered with cracks and metal fatigue.

Andy's impact not only created a hole, but also removed a crucial part of the tower, causing a chain reaction of irreversible structural collapse.

The disaster was not limited to District 12.

With the original D area as the center, the ground within a radius of 30 kilometers is sinking.

Districts 11 and 13 are the most densely populated slums in Zhongchao.

This place is densely packed with those "coffin rooms" that can only accommodate one person to lie down in (yet workers often bring their families to squeeze into these rooms), with buildings reaching hundreds of stories high, teetering on the verge of collapse. When the ground begins to subside, these illegal buildings have absolutely no earthquake resistance.

They began to tilt and squeeze against each other.

The steel frame twisted and emitted a piercing shriek, and the glass curtain wall shattered in large areas, with fragments falling like rain.

Then, the first tall building collapsed.

It crashed heavily onto the building next to it, triggering a domino effect.

One after another, rows of high-rise buildings collapsed in the smoke and dust.

Countless people were crushed in their sleep or trapped in twisted ruins.

"Sizzle—Boom!!!"

Secondary disasters followed.

A main natural gas pipeline buried underground was torn apart by violent crustal movements.

High-pressure gas gushed out and encountered sparks from the broken cable.

A massive fireball rose into the air from the ruins, instantly engulfing several city blocks.

Flames spread wildly along the ventilation ducts and elevator shafts, turning the entire collapsed area into a giant incinerator.

The cries, explosions, and the roar of collapsing buildings mingled together, creating a symphony of hell.

But looking down from the air, all you can see are billowing smoke and towering flames; you can't hear those insignificant cries of agony.

The death toll from this collapse is conservatively estimated to be over 300,000.

This doesn't even include those trapped deep within the ruins, who will slowly suffocate, die of thirst, or be eaten by mutated creatures in the coming days.

……

……

Upper Nest, the administrative spire, the Governor's Office emergency command center.

The holographic sand table that was originally used to showcase the city's prosperity has now turned into a shocking blood red.

Countless red pop-up windows representing "structural damage" and "fire alarm" are refreshing frantically until they fill up the processor's memory.

"Report! The main load-bearing structure of Zone 11 has fractured!"

"Report! Explosion at the substation in Zone 13! The fire is out of control!"

"Report! The shockwave has reached the upper base of the nest, and cracks have appeared between the 45th and 50th floors!"

Administrator Perrin slumped in his leather command chair, his expensive silk uniform soaked with cold sweat.

He was trembling all over:

"Orcs...did the orcs come back?"

Peren asked the adjutant beside him, trembling.

"Still the Tyranids? They've emerged from underground?"

The adjutant stared at the ever-expanding crater on the screen and swallowed hard.

"No...sir, it's not an invasion."

"Yes... it exploded from the inside."

"Monitoring data shows that an ultra-high energy reaction source has emerged from several thousand meters underground and directly pierced through the earth's crust."

"What could possibly go through the earth's crust?!" Perrin screamed. "It's the earth's crust! Not cheese!"

"boom!"

The doors to the command center were violently pushed open.

A group of nobles and financial representatives, dressed in splendid attire and with angry expressions, rushed in.

They were followed by fully armed private soldiers, looking menacing.

"Peren! What are you doing?!"

A bloated mining tycoon rushed up, grabbed Peren by the collar, and spat in his face.

"My refinery collapsed; all three plant areas fell into the pit!"

"Do you know how much that costs? That's my lifeline!"

"Where are my private security detail? Why haven't they sent anyone to put out the fire? Why haven't they gone to salvage my equipment?!"

Another arms dealer squeezed in and threw a list of losses at Perrin's face.

"My armory was right below District 12, and now it's all blown up!"

"Peren, you have to give me an explanation! The administration must compensate me for my losses!"

These people don't care how many civilians died, nor do they care about the hundreds of thousands of families that were broken.

They only care about their own balance sheet, and only about the machines and raw materials that have fallen into the pit.

In their eyes, the deaths of the lowly people of the bottom nest were nothing, but if this damned tremor reached the upper nest and cracked their mansions built in the clouds, it would be the end of the world.

"I...I don't know..."

Peren was so dizzy from being shaken that he looked miserable.

"The defense forces have been dispatched, but the roads are all blocked, and vehicles can't get in!"