Chapter 286: 142 Isn’t This a Coincidence_2

“Since the whole-area defense system is rather troublesome, we’ll use simple sensors and detection devices for monitoring.”

Lyu reminded, “To monitor a planet, at least five surveillance satellites are needed, estimating roughly, we need at least six hundred surveillance satellites. Moreover, if the opponent discovers these satellites, they will certainly adjust their landing points.”

Yang Ming turned the chair halfway, continuously calculating at heart.

The cost of six hundred monitoring satellites was one issue, and getting them done in a short period was another.

Even if purchased through international channels, it would take at least half a year.

The current problem was that Wind had a weak foundation, and the New Federation was too aggressive.

The New Federation might bury the insects in a couple of days, and the only thing we could do now was to have warships patrol everywhere.

Lyu suddenly asked, “Boss, with Miss Hera’s sensing abilities, could she feel the presence of insects from a close distance?”

“She is currently passively receiving information.”

Yang Ming slightly shook his head, eyes flickering with faint light, and added, “Lyu, you mean to let her know my identity on the surface?”

“Yes, boss,” Lyu replied, “if you don’t allow, she wouldn’t have a chance to leave anyway; letting her know won’t pose any risk.”

Yang Ming hesitated for a few seconds, then calmly nodded, “Alright, go arrange it, see what she can do.”

Lyu’s projection shook slightly and disappeared immediately.

“No matter what, we can’t wait idly,” Yang Ming said, “026, draft a notice, shortly instruct the Third, Fourth, and Sixth Fleets to dispatch formations to patrol around Wind’s eleven administrative stars.”

“Yes, boss!”

026 responded meticulously, then began to work busily.

Dabiji said, “Father, I’ll continue to refer to the historical data of the Milky Way civilization’s confrontation against the insects; it might give us some insights.”

“Thank you,” Yang Ming squinted with a smile.

After Dabiji’s figure disappeared, Yang Ming gently sighed.

026 asked softly, “Boss, what’s wrong?”

“Too weak,” Yang Ming replied, “going to the New Federation made me realize how comprehensively backward Wind is; if not for the discarded ships from the Sherman Empire, Wind wouldn’t even have a proper fleet.”

“But boss.”

026 thought carefully, muttering softly,

“No matter how weak Wind is, it is a country with its citizens and culture; the New Federation’s invasion is unjust and bound to fail.”

Yang Ming could only smile without saying a word.

“By the way, 026, your hometown is on the Fifth Administrative Star?”

“Yes, boss.”

026 said worriedly, “The rebels there are still resisting desperately, affecting many people’s lives, with several cities in chaos; I heard various crimes occur every day. The rebels, being cornered, have become somewhat insane.”

Yang Ming smiled, “After resolving the Insect Race matter, I’ll have the Sixth Fleet pacify the rebels. I had previously planned an expansion, considering using the Fifth Administrative Star as a training ground.”

“Boss, you just follow the plan,” 026 felt somewhat anxious, “I was just… just casually complaining.”

Yang Ming asked, “Have you been practicing operating the mecha recently?”

“Yeah!” 026 said seriously, “I want to join the fight earlier; Sister Lyu is helping me retrofit two sets of mecha that can connect directly to my back.”

Yang Ming nearly laughed out loud.

With her weak temperament, going to the battlefield to kill the enemy… Well, she indeed could boost the enemy’s morale for charging forward.

…

Wind?

Insect Race?

Imperial Palace cannon?

Hera lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep as these pieces of information kept running through her mind.

Originally, the image of the secret agent Yali in her mind had gradually blurred, but now it was becoming clear again.

Suddenly learning these pieces of information, Hera thought deeply and found that the mist around Yang Ming not only wasn’t dispelled but rather grew thicker.

Did he come from the Sherman Empire?

Such a powerful transformed person, mingling in a poor and backward vassal state like the Luofeng Empire, did he have some ulterior motive?

Or, did he simply want to protect the country from the New Federation’s invasion?

Unable to sleep, Hera simply got up, went to the nearby wardrobe, grabbed a long coat for herself, and returned to the desk.

She opened the projection screen, searched the database, and information about the Insect Race popped up one by one.

The mysterious assistant who gave her these pieces of information also briefly reminded her.

If she could connect to the information network of the Insect Swarm, it would mean there was a possibility she could find the location of the Mother Worm–just like a normal Insect Race individual.

The information scrolled quickly on the projection screen as Hera kept browsing through it.

The history of human civilization in the Milky Way resisting the second natural disaster could be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago when the Sherman Empire was just emerging.

The Insect Swarm activities had large and small cycles.

The small cycle meant that every 300 to 700 years, the Insect Race would enter a century-long active period.

The large cycle meant, in units of ten thousand years, the Insect Race would have an intensive outbreak period, and now happened to be in a non-intensive outbreak period.

The possibility of direct communication with the Insect Swarm…

Hera continued to ponder, occasionally making some notes.

Unknowingly, she fell asleep on the desk, her small face filled with fatigue.

In the corridor, Yang Ming strolled over.

Yang Ming waited for a moment, let Lyu control a robot to bring a sleeping agent, sprayed it near Hera’s nose, then gently carried her, carefully laying her back on her bed.

She was so light.

Yang Ming tucked her in with a blanket and went to the sofa not far away.

…

“Let’s start the discussion now.”

In the corner of the bridge of the flat transport ship floating in the interstellar wilderness, seven middle-aged men and women gathered together, most with very relaxed expressions.

The comprehensive star map of the Luofeng Empire appeared on the sand table they surrounded, over a dozen planets were specially marked.

“After our preliminary survey, these planets are suitable for burying points.”

“We must complete the mission as fast as possible, drop these damn things on the target planets, and leave quickly, the farther away the better.”

“Don’t be nervous; we’ve erased all elements related to us; this is an almost abandoned transport ship from a small country, it was merely accidentally captured by insects drifting in the starry sky.”

“Don’t mention that word!”

A woman seemed a bit emotional, and the seven were silent for a while.

Soon, someone spoke, “Just choose any place; Wind can’t have any defense.”

“Yes, this operation will have no record, and we’ll also undergo memory erasure surgery,” one person said, “Execute it as an ordinary mission; this is for the happiness of more people.”

“What about this planet? Located in the Constant Star System near Ilando Star, when a natural disaster erupts, it can directly threaten Ilando Star.”

“There are patrolling warships here periodically, making abnormal activities easy to spot. I heard from superiors that it would take only a few months for these damn things to rapidly develop a group capable of spanning constant star systems.”

“We can’t be too far from their Administrative Stars, don’t forget, if these things possess space-jumping capabilities, their population must be very large.”

“How about here?”

One after another, they proposed their preferred insect-burying points, but each was vetoed in turn.

“What about this planet? An abandoned Resource Star, located near the Fifth Administrative Star, according to our investigation, there have never been any traces of warship visits here, it’s off the trade routes, worthless.”

“This place looks good.”

“It just happens to lie in an unstable gravitational zone.”

“Indeed, it looks good; let’s zoom in on the terrain… There are many canyons here, and the atmosphere is relatively thick, making it a good place. Moreover, it’s quite hidden, not too far from an Administrative Star.”

“The equipment on this ship can deliver the Mother Worm to the mantle layer without any issue.”

“It’s decided then, plot the course, prepare for the transition!”

Thus.

Seven Galaxy Times later.

026, Lyu’s projection, and Dabiji’s projection stood in front of the main projection screen of the Feinan, observing radar data transmitted from the Dark Star Base and the large transport ship appearing on the edge of the radar map, tilting their heads simultaneously.

The great Insect Queen, carrying her shipload of insect eggs, successfully arrived outside the Dark Star.