"Yongchang!" A little undetectable confusion appeared in Congressman Lee's eyes, "What does this Proxima Centar civilization mean?"

Lu Yongchang reached out and supported the old man to the sofa beside him.

"To be honest, I was also a little dizzy by Proxima Centauri's sexual manipulation." Faced with the old man's doubts, Lu Yongchang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"However, with the help of this information, we can at least be sure."

When the old man heard this, his eyes became even more confused.

"We don't have to worry about the so-called chain of suspicion, nor do we have to think about how Proxima Cialis is about us." Lu Yongchang shrugged helplessly, "A war will inevitably occur between us and them."

...

Proxima Centauri inside a disc building.

Atoka's limbs were tied firmly to a shelf cast from steel.

This is his execution platform.

Not long ago, he was sentenced to anti-civilization crimes and would be sentenced to the highest level of punishment in civilization.

Including other Atoka, all Proxima Centauri can use the broadcasting device to see the complete process of his death.

The door of the disc building slowly opened.

The outside world is a strong light.

It was noon, and the surface temperature of Proxima Centauri B reached an "amazing" 30 degrees Celsius.

This is an extremely high temperature for Proxima Centauri.

However, compared to temperature, light from the main star is the greatest danger.

The light contains extremely strong radiation from the stars.

Even with the dense atmosphere and ozone layer as barriers, the radiation at noon is enough to cause a normal Proxima Centauri to a certain extent.

It is also true that on Proxima Centauri, black that can greatly absorb stellar light and radiation has become the most noble color.

Atoka narrowed three pairs of eyes, looked at the powerful light outside the door, and countless thoughts flashed through his thinking organs.

At this moment, several Proxima Centaurs, who were in charge of execution, quickly pushed the steel-casting execution platform to the outside world.

Under the stimulation of the strong light, Atoka subconsciously closed his eyes.

A burning and tingling sensation came from his back.

Atoka knew that it was the effect of light from Proxima Centauri on himself.

But this is not fatal enough.

Atoka turned his head and looked aside.

The Proxima Centaurs who were in charge of the execution pushed Atoka to their designated position, quickly ran aside, took a huge disc-shaped object, and placed it under Atoka.

Atoka looked at the disc-shaped object under her, which was covered by a dark curtain, and a chill flashed in her heart.

He knows what that is.

The dark curtain was instantly uncovered, revealing what was hidden inside.

A huge concave mirror.

(Similar to solar stove)

The moment he saw the concave mirror, an extremely hot feeling appeared on his abdomen.

Atoka stared at the executioners who were of the same origin and status as him in the distance, and let out meaningless roars.

...

"Prepare for the war, everyone."

On Proxima Centauri, a slightly loud voice sounded in the center in a huge disc-shaped building.

The sound traveled along the thick atmosphere and rebounded for the first time on the smooth inner wall of the building, forming a series of stacked echoes.

The echo gradually disappeared, and the crowded hall was silent.

All the Proxima Centuries stared at their three pairs of narrow eyes and looked at the black-clad Lyle in the middle of the center.

"Dear Lyle, why do you say that?"

A Proxima Century dressed in dark gray stepped forward and asked in a respectful tone: "Can't we send another message to the solar system to clarify the misunderstanding?"

Lyle, in a black robe, glanced in the direction where the sound came.

When he saw the dark gray costume representing the royal family, Lyle's arrogant expression slightly relieved.

"Dear Ricks, I can explain why to you."

As he spoke, an extremely complex ripples appeared on the top of Lyle's thinking organ: "Everything comes from the ignorant Atoka!"

"It's so cheap to be executed in public!"

"He passed his genetic data to the solar system!"

“Do you know what this means?”

Lyle shouted excitedly: "This means that our race has been stripped naked and placed on the anatomical table of the solar system civilization!"

"Once they arrive at Proxima Centauri, they can launch a genetic attack on us at any time!" ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"At that time, the Proxima Centar civilization will be completely extinct!"

"Dear Ricks, we cannot hand over the fate of the race to others." Lyle's tone gradually calmed down.

Ricks, wearing dark gray clothes, nodded silently, and then he continued to ask Lyle in front of him, "What if they can't come?"

Lyle was silent for a while.

"Even if they don't come, we have to go."

Lyle's words made everyone present exclaim.

"Quiet!" Ricks, wearing gray clothes, shouted in a deep voice.

When the sound inside gradually decreased, Ricks pressed the anxiety in his heart and asked softly about the reason.

Lyle did not answer immediately, but took a deep look at the various Proxima Centuries in front of him.

"This is the picture I discovered through an optical telescope some time ago."

While speaking, a holographic image appeared in front of everyone.

In the image, it is a scene taken by Atoka during his lifetime.

The Lyle took this result without hesitation: "After my observations and calculations, it can be basically confirmed that this is an artificial object."

When they saw this dark-glowing object entering Proxima Centauri, everyone present let out a low voice again.

"Sir Lyle, what happened to our main star?!" A few sharp inquiries sounded from the audience.

Seeing the color of clothes worn by those who were asking questions, Lyle's three pairs of visual organs showed a bit of undetectable contempt.

"In the past few days, I have calculated a lot of data from the main star."

"After comparing, I found that this artificial object seems to be rapidly absorbing the energy of the main star."

Speaking of this, Lyle's visual organs were a little scared, and fine bumps appeared on the skin on the top.

"Our main stars are aging at an unprecedented rate."

There was silence in the hall.

Every Proxima Centauri showed more or less fear on her "face".

"A blessing in disgrace."

"Our main star belongs to the red dwarf."

"It won't have a red giant expansion, nor will it have a terrifying disaster like helium flash."

"It will only slowly fade and turn into a black dwarf that no longer glows and heats."

"This process originally took trillions of years to achieve, but now it only takes about 100-200 years."

The hall, which had been slightly slight discussion, fell into silence again.

One hundred to two hundred years...

You should know that the average life span of a normal Proxima Centauri is about five hundred years.
Chapter completed!