"And you haven't noticed?"
"In our galaxy, the Insect Race Civilization is the most powerful. Maybe there are other strong civilizations around, but they are all blocked by the Insect Race Civilization. We are located at the rear of the Insect Race Civilization's base camp, which is certainly dangerous."
"But from a certain angle, it also counts as being protected."
"Other powerful civilizations won't come here."
"Under the protection of the Insect Race Civilization, we can quietly develop until we finally amaze the world!"
"Try firing 10 more shots!"
Chen Mang, somewhat insatiable, smashed the crimson button on the control panel again. If these beams really hit any civilization, the counterpart would surely sense his goodwill, as he was only firing beams at 1-level attack strength, unable to kill anyone.
That kind of feeling.
Like receiving a letter sent by an old friend from hundreds of years ago.
Time always bestows numerous meanings on an envelope.
