It is now 23:40 GMT.

Now, an old world is about to end. A new world is about to be born. Soon, the calendar change ceremony hosted by the Earth Federation Government will be held in Laplace, the Prime Minister's residence.

We have entered the era of building our own new world outside of Mother Earth. Tonight, we will become witnesses of history. Why not share this luck with all mankind and say goodbye to the departing DPR era with gratitude and emotion? Then welcome the new world with a smile, the beginning of the universe!

Goodbye! The Yuan calendar.

Welcome to the cosmic century!

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The violent explosion brought a strong vibration to awaken an old man who seemed to be a candle in the wind from the dream of the past memory structure. Looking at the steel ceiling on the top with a slightly blank look, the old and weak voice sounded quietly: "Is it coming again?"

Footsteps sounded, and a tall figure walked out of the shadow. The eyes flashing with complex emotions looked at the old man lying in the freezing chamber in front of him.

The old man turned his head slightly, raised his eyelids and looked at the tall man. The memory he had just woken up slowly revealed the identity of the man in front of him. But the old man could not call his name out, and finally said: "How?"

The tall man's expression changed a bit, and he finally said: "Bister is finished. Our base has been destroyed. The people have been evacuated to various colonial satellites. Now our remnants are rushing to the last shelter. But I am worried that those people will not let us go, let that box go."

After listening quietly to the tall man, the old man turned around and looked at the steel-forged ceiling and murmured: "Is that so? Then, will everything happen again?"

The tall man looked at the old man with a expressionless face, then turned around and left. When the shadow completely enveloped him, the old man's old and powerless voice sounded again: "Can you forgive me?"

The tall man stopped, and after a while of silence, he said quietly: "Who else will forgive you except me?" After that, the tall figure disappeared into the shadow.

"A hundred years of loneliness atonement!" The old man's sigh rang out in the quiet room.

Several lasers flashed through the vast dark universe, accompanied by a large number of missiles. Several warships converted from transport ships desperately accelerated the maximum range of the pursuit. However, due to their inherent lack of performance, the distance that was already far ahead was constantly reduced. If you don't find a way to get rid of the enemy, the next step will not be the maximum range, but the mobile suits flocking in.

At the bridge of the battleship headed among the three modified warships, a tall man walked in from the open automatic door. After comforting his lover who was in pregnancy, the tall man asked to the commander's confidant: "What's the situation?"

The confidant sighed, shook his head, and said helplessly: "The situation is not good. Our warships were modified. In terms of performance, they are much different from those built for war. We will be caught up in half an hour."

The tall man did not expect the situation to be so severe. As a few days ago, he originally thought it was just a routine meeting with the Federal Army. But without anyone expected it, the Federal Army suddenly turned over. With the help of a group of mysterious people, the Federal Army rushed towards the coordinates where the box was located almost like a straight line. When he saw through the intention of the Federal Army, his grandfather, who had woken up from his sleep, had repelled the Federal soldiers who rushed into the restricted area by mental control. Unfortunately, the box was affected. After urgently arranging the order of all personnel to evacuate and refuge, he also transferred his grandfather and the box to a warship modified by a transport ship. After everything was urgently ready, the three modified warships started their escape journey. Now, after a few days of escape, they were bitten by the Federal Army.

"Is that the end?" The tall man, as the second-generation leader of Bister, was young and promising, and he was full of energy. But the current situation gave him a wake-up call, and the situation in this situation was a curse - a curse called the box of Laplace.

"Master, don't worry. There will be a solution! Order! Go forward at full speed! Even if the engine is burned out, it doesn't matter. Use all your strength to speed up! Ship 3, please!" After comforting the tall man, he ordered. Finally, he said meaningful words to the captain of Ship 3.

The captain of Ship No. 3 was slightly stunned and laughed a few times: "No problem. I didn't expect it to reach the end so soon. I still want to watch the birth of the little head of the family. I'll ask you for the future."

"Wait! Don't do stupid things!" The tall man immediately knew what the captain of Ship No. 3 had intended, and quickly spoke out and stopped him.

However, the communication of the No. 3 ship was cut off after the captain of the No. 3 ship said. Only a scattered snowflake was left on the screen. The next second, the image was restored, but the No. 3 ship accelerated toward the pursuer's warship in the fire. It kept tilting its own firepower towards the pursuer and doing its best to delay time.

After looking at the scene silently for a while, his confidant shouted loudly: "Quick! Quick! Accelerate! Accelerate! Even if the engine is burned out, the speed will be increased!"

After the efforts of the engine area staff, the engine nozzle of the warship finally burst into flames, and the surging power pushed the speed of the bulky modified warship to a peak. With the large fireworks turned into by the No. 3 ships, the remaining No. 1 and No. 2 finally got rid of the pursuers at a very fast speed caused by engine damage.

The night is always charming, and the moonlight like a veil is floating from the window. There are two figures on the wide bed. The slight gasps and collisions make the room indulge in a charming peach-colored environment.

"My beautiful female president of Bister! My subordinates reported that your relative escaped at the cost of a warship. This time, you can't get to the position of the president of the consortium." The silver-haired man stroked his tender skin and sighed slightly.

The woman lying in the silver-haired man's arms enjoyed the aftermath and said indifferently: "Is that so? I know their destination. They can't escape. Now I want it once. How about it?" The woman's eyes were charming and tempting, and her slender fingers gently circled the silver-haired man's chest. The silver-haired man was amused, and then the waves were turned up, and there was a burst of spring.

After saying goodbye to the white Trojan horse, the King Kong returned to Moons 2 again. After extracting the G3 Gundam, which remained in Moons 2, He Moming transferred Timro and Dr. Mosk-Han to the King Kong warship according to the mission needs. After everything was ready, He Moming let King Kong control the King Kong warship and head towards the location he knew.

He Moming, who was worried along the way, had no time to argue with Timro and the others. After just asking King Kong to try his best to meet the research requirements of the two, He Moming threw himself on the table to draw. On the way, Lin Mingmei, who was curious, pulled King Kong and watched for a while, then left He Moming in confusion and ran to the bridge to see the video downloaded by the smart terminal.

When He Moming looked at the fragments of debris on the picture, the worst idea in his heart seemed to have become reality. At this time, He Moming felt powerless. If the box named Laplace was really the core of the world, then what kind of liberation would be after the layers of corrupt federation lost its shackles after being destroyed? He Moming didn't know and dared not think about it. Because the next main task must be extremely difficult.

"Really! According to the pattern I imagined, scan the maximum power. Can it be done?" He asked inexplicably.

"Yes. But it may have some impact on the master. I suggest that Master, you can turn on the changer and Lin Mingmei to sing support. After all, just reading the memory directly will have a certain negative impact." After a while, Zhen was silent, he gave a positive answer.

He nodded at Lin Mingmei who was standing beside him for no reason, reached out to hold Lin Mingmei, and smiled: "Please, please! King Kong, pay attention to the surrounding environment! Don't let the enemy attack you."

Lin Mingmei and King Kong nodded at the same time. The singing sounded, and He Wuming's eyes burst into golden light. It really floated above He Wuming's head, emitting blue light bands, surrounding He Wuming's head. After a slight headache, He Wuming knew that he really started scanning.

Maybe soon, or maybe for a long time. I really stopped scanning, as if the energy was exhausted and floated on He inexplicable shoulders. The sound that could simulate emotions in the past had become cold and rigid: "No target was found. I searched again and found a huge energy reaction. I suspected that it was the energy traces generated by the battle between warships. The coordinates have been marked."

He Wuming patted Lin Mingmei's hand and signaled that he could stop. Looking at Lin Mingmei's slightly tired face, after comforting her for a little while, He Wuming rubbed his head, which was still a little painful, and looked at the screen. According to real speculation, this is the residual energy left by a warship chase. There is no doubt that this is definitely a road map for the survivors of the Bister Consortium to escape. Most of the 100 chasing behind them are Federal troops or challengers, and it is more likely that they have both. So, should I catch up? The answer is undoubtedly.

"Vajra, can you catch up?" He turned around and looked at Vajra for no reason and asked.

King Kong's head was slightly raised, his charming lips curled up in a beautiful curve, and he said confidently: "As you wish, my captain, new arrivals, please pay attention! Please catch the items around you who can fix them immediately! The explosion mode counts down to five seconds!"

After hearing this, He hurriedly helped Lin Mingmei, who was sitting beside him, tied up the fixing straps on his seat. As for Tim and Mosk, they asked for great blessings.

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

"Explosion mode, turn on!"
Chapter completed!