Run Away, This Civilization Is Cheating!

While speaking those words, Shen Hao indeed had stored some of his power, and even a part of his consciousness within Yang Jun's body.

It would awaken when necessary.

This was also a usage of the "Emperor" profession combined with "Divine Descent."

During this period, Shen Hao was able to sit down and continued disseminating his power without interruption, quickly deepening his understanding of the "Emperor" profession.

This profession did not have skills that could be learned directly; everything had to be explored on one's own, but this process was also a continuously empowering one.

In fact, Shen Hao felt that the speed of his strength increase had further accelerated.

Reaching Level 17 also wouldn't take much longer.

Meanwhile, Yang Jun could indeed feel that powerful force within his body, a sensation of being in the presence of the President, which undoubtedly provided the greatest sense of security for a warrior deployed on a mission.

He saluted Shen Hao and then boarded the spaceship.

This diplomatic mission was naturally not chaired by Yang Jun, but by another distinguished Diplomat who was also one of the Chosen Ones. Dispatching Yang Jun was partly for safety, and partly because Yang Jun's power had become rather ineffectual on their Mother Planet.

Unlike others who could still be useful in digging holes at least.

Even Gu Qiuyue could easily crush heavy rocks and loosen the soil with her fists.

Only Yang Jun, even with the power bestowed by Shen Hao, might not match others who had become cultivators.

"Yang Jun's strength combined with my power should be foolproof," Shen Hao looked up in the direction they left, then continued with his own tasks.

The Chosen One Mall had just upgraded, and he had plenty of things that needed his attention.

As the Store Level increased, so did the scope of the domains involved. What was urgently needed and how much, all required research.

Even while sitting inside the Mage Tower, Shen Hao hardly had any downtime.

At this moment, on Planet No.3, the Emperor of the Siti Civilization and his ministers were still gathered together.

However, the atmosphere was even heavier than before.

Eight days had passed, and they had continuously used various methods to send distress signals to the clearly other-civilizational flying object in the sky, even attempting to send signals into outer space, but all to no avail.

And during these days, the blizzards continued to rage, and the temperature still dropped, with people seen dying from hunger and cold even in the Imperial City.

Countless individuals pleaded outside the royal palace, hoping their Emperor could save them, but to no effect.

They could only watch their subjects die one by one.

At first, Princess Karla wanted to offer comfort and give people courage, but she soon realized that in the face of such despair, her singing could only serve as a mournful lament at a funeral, and any inspiration became irony.

All were powerless, and order was collapsing; they had even lost contact with most of the regions.

Every day they awoke seemed to bring the countdown of civilization closer.

"We can't even count the living anymore," a minister said tremblingly, "but probably less than two hundred million, even within the palace, more than a quarter have frozen to death, and the temperature underground continues to drop..."

"Enough!"

Larry interrupted the minister, not with a rallying spirit, but on the contrary, he had become completely numb, even too numb to hear such news.

At this moment, it was Princess Karla who took over the conversation.

"Continue!" her voice was even more stable.

If it were in the past, no one would dare to openly defy the Emperor's word, but at this time, any command could offer a minuscule amount of courage.

So, after Princess Karla spoke, the minister indeed continued.

"We need to dig deeper, as deep as possible. The cold wave is continuously penetrating deeper into the ground, and the current underground palaces won't hold for long."

"Then dig! Gather all the Chosen Ones, and call for strong-bodied individuals from the Imperial City!" Karla directly bypassed the Emperor and commanded, "I want to survive, and I want you all to survive too, no matter how long, we must live until the very last moment!"

"Yes!" Commander-in-chief Al was the first to respond.

At this moment, this still firm voice was the only reason they could all still stand here.

Otherwise, they would have already been sitting quietly with their families, waiting for death.

Just like those missing from this great hall.

But as the others prepared to pass on the instructions, suddenly a beeping sound emanated from Al's body.

At that moment, everyone froze.

Even Larry, who had become utterly numb and had curled up, suddenly raised his head to look at Al.

"It's a response! It's a response!" Al trembled as he pulled out a terminal he carried on his person, which was connected to all signal-receiving devices!

It was unmistakably that spacecraft in the sky! From another civilization!

They had finally received a response!

The next moment, everyone's eyes widened abruptly, their facial expressions tightened to the extreme, and a weaker minister even fainted from the extreme stimulation after yelling out loud.

Everyone had already given up, believing that under the threat of the trial, other civilizations would not come to save them.

But then, a reply suddenly appeared out of this despair!

"What does it say?" Princess Karla tried to maintain her composure, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.

"They will send a delegation that will arrive in four days to assess whether we are worth saving," Al's tone was also trembling, but it was an uncontrollable excitement.

Although it was just a delegation, and they even used a cold word like "assess."

But this was undoubtedly hope!

They could survive and even provide more people with the hope of survival!

"Thank goodness!" A minister even wept at this time.

One by one, the ministers collapsed to the ground, some wailing, some crying, and some laughing.

No one could control their emotions.

Even Emperor Larry, seemed to want to say something at this time, but he too trembled and could not speak.

Still, it was Princess Karla.

Although equally trembling with excitement and her eyes bloodshot, she still clenched her teeth and forcefully said, "We don't know what they will assess, but we must show our best side! Open the storehouse, distribute some food to the people outside, and replenish the guards and maids in the palace, and the officials! At least get the Imperial City running again!"

"No, we can't!" Larry suddenly spoke up at this time, his gaze filled with fear, "That's the last of the food. Those people will not survive. If we still don't get any help, that food..."

"Do as I command!" Princess Karla cut off her father's words, her fists clenched tightly, she said emphatically, "Starting from now, I am the Emperor of the Empire! Make it known publicly!"

Larry trembled, disbelievingly looking at his daughter.

"You have given up all hope, you no longer have the courage to stand up again." Karla's tears finally flowed uncontrollably, "But I haven't given up, no matter what, I must seize this last hope!"

"..." Larry seemed to want to say something else.

But then, the words of the minister and Al interrupted him.

"Yes! Your Majesty the Queen!"

These two men expressed their attitude with their words.

So did everyone else.

In the face of such an apocalyptic disaster, past authority and power became meaningless.

People would only believe in someone who could give them hope, give them confidence.

Clearly, at this moment, Princess Karla was that person.

Perhaps she herself had not expected to become queen in this way.

No meticulous planning, no large-scale rebellion, not even any bloody struggle, but merely because she still wanted to struggle to seize the last hope that had appeared.

However, it was only when she sat on the throne that she became more acutely aware of the pressure her father had felt.

The entire nation, the entire species, might very well be completely annihilated in her hands!

"No! Absolutely not!" Princess Karla clenched her fists.

Three Mother Planet days later, four Siti days later, the delegation finally arrived on this planet, now covered in snow and ice.

The whole planet showed no hint of green, everything was blanketed with white snow and storms, and an even bigger storm was brewing with no signs of life in sight.

Yang Jun and the members of the delegation felt an indescribable heaviness at this moment.

Perhaps this civilization once had a similarly glorious, long history, characters worthy of epic tales, a unique culture and heritage, but now, everything would come to an end in the trial, heading towards extinction.

Compared to individual death, the death of a civilization was even more monumental, more shocking.

"About how many people are left in this civilization?" Yang Jun took a deep breath and made contact with the three Observers who had been sent earlier.

"According to the life reaction scan, about one hundred twenty million people, and the number is still decreasing," said the lead Observer, his tone very somber.

When he had first arrived, although the whole planet was already badly damaged, one could still see traces of people's movements.

They were so similar to humans.

Similar families, unique but also similar buildings, even factories representing the future of the civilization.

No threat from the Undead.

But as the temperature gradually dropped, until the snowstorms began, everything changed.

They witnessed the final lament of a civilization!