Age of Cataclysm: I can light up the technology tree

Levi didn't respond to Lyle's words.

He turned to look at the window on the side, silently looking at the hard-working Proxima Centauri people below.

"Think about it." Lyle walked up to Levi and patted him on the shoulder.

"Join us."

"The Academy of Sciences can ensure the safety of you and your family, and even your friends can enter the escape starship as soon as possible."

"Academy of Sciences..."

"Get out!" Levi shouted angrily, interrupting Lyle's unfinished words.

Lyle obviously did not expect Levi's reaction.

He was stunned: "What?"

"I said, get out!" Levi's tone became more and more violent.

At the same time, he pressed the white button next to him, and a piercing alarm sounded outside the door!

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open, and more than ten guards filed in, looking at Lyle as if they were facing a formidable enemy!

"Hehehe." Lyle came back to his senses. Not only was he not angry at all, but he chuckled softly.

"I'm sure you'll come to your senses, Levi."

"We are the same kind."

"I'm waiting for you to come to me."

…

Proxima Central Academy of Sciences.

A man in black robes, Lyle, came to a closed door with a hurried expression.

He raised his short forelimbs and gently knocked on the door in front of him.

A crisp and ethereal sound sounded from the tapping point.

"who?"

"Dear Lord Augustus, it's me, Nartus."

No response.

But the closed door quietly opened.

An old Lyle staggered out of the door.

His slightly cloudy visual organs glanced at Lyle in front of him, and asked expressionlessly: "Nartus...has the mission been completed?"

Upon hearing Augustus's question, Nartes quickly and respectfully replied: "Your Excellency Augustus, the mission has been completed."

"Levi's reaction was exactly as you said. He was a little angry at our proposal."

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the old Augustus: "Well done."

"I believe that he will come to us in a short time."

Nartes raised his head and cast a doubtful look at Augustus: "Sir Augustus, why do you pay so much attention to an ordinary Proxima Centauri with a low status?"

"Under the focus of high-energy laser weapons, as long as we give an order, they will not have any reaction time."

"When the time comes, wouldn't it be great if we took over those escape ships?"

Augustus slowly shook his head: "Levi is different. He plays a big role in my subsequent plans."

Hearing this, Nartus's eyes changed slightly.

He recalled some rumors in the Academy of Sciences during this time.

"Your Excellency Augustus, is it because of the Solar System Fleet?" he asked cautiously.

Uh-huh!

For a moment, Augustus' stern eyes glared at Nartus in front of him!

"How do you know this?!"

Nartus's breathing holes opened and closed rapidly, and a small pimple appeared on the skin on the top of his thinking organ: "I, I heard that."

Augustus slowly closed his visual organs, opened his breathing holes and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Forget it, it's okay if you know this."

"Is there really a solar system fleet?!" Nartus lowered his voice and asked in horror.

Seeing Augustus nodding, Nartus was even more frightened!

"Moreover, according to the continuous observation of observers, they are coming towards us at 10% of the speed of light." Augustus dropped a bombshell lightly.

"What..." Nartus felt like a pair of invisible hands were choking his neck. He struggled for a long time and was unable to utter a complete sentence.

Augustus turned and walked into the room: "Follow me."

…

Watching August's retreating back, Nartus hurriedly followed.

"According to predictions, they will reach the outer reaches of Proxima Centauri in fifty years."

Augustus said softly as he reached out to open a monitor.

There was deep darkness in the monitor.

But in the endless darkness, there is a pixel with a slightly strange color.

"This is their fleet." Augustus reached out and tapped the pixel and said in a deep voice.

"Then, what should we do?" Nartes' tone was full of panic, "Escape in advance?"

A cold light flashed in August's visual organs.

"War is inevitable!"

Before Nartus could speak, he explained on his own: "Our main star is expected to have a lifespan of 120 years."

"It's ridiculous to say that the creation of that advanced civilization actually allowed a red dwarf star to complete its extremely long life course in just 190 years."

As he said that, Augustus shook his head: "In 120 years, we simply can't build an escape starship that can carry enough people."

"Even if we escape briefly, our civilization will eventually perish."

"All we're doing is hanging on."

"However, the emergence of the Solar System Fleet changed this ending."

August's rapid breathing revealed his inner agitation.

"We don't have to rush to escape."

"Relying on our home planet and building defenses, as long as we defeat them and capture their spaceship, we can take more people away."

"Our civilization can continue to exist in this universe!"

Narts was silent for a moment, then asked softly: "But...what if we didn't fight?"

August opened his breathing hole and blew out a mouthful of hot exhaust gas: "Impossible!"

"Even if their technological level is higher than ours, after a 4.22-light-year interstellar journey, their fleet will definitely not have many resources left."

"And we, with the resource advantage of our home planet, can drag them to death even if we force them to die!"

"What's more, from the intelligence sent back by the detector at that time, it can be seen that their technological level is far lower than ours."

Narts did not speak, but nodded silently.

He was not qualified to speak on matters of this level.

August turned his head and glanced at Narts: "This is the time for Levi to play his role."

"What?" Narts was stunned, his brain obviously did not keep up with the speed of Augustus's topic jump.

August did not care about Narts's reaction.

"So far, only Levi can make those Proxima and Marus work wholeheartedly."

"That's why Levi plays a big role in winning this war."

"He must join us!"

"Let those Proxima and Marus transform spacecraft for us and build defense measures."

"Then push them onto the battlefield to serve as cannon fodder..."

"There is no better solution than this!"

Augus' voice continued to echo in the empty room.