In the small park very close to Han Lang's house, three people were eating roujiamo and drinking hot chocolate together, just like they looked when they first met two years ago.

However, no robbers dare to approach the earth now. The strong rise of the Federal Air Force has brought the earth a longing for many years of tranquility and peace. The Earth Air Force, which has a flying dragon class and three Nether Axe class aircraft carriers, can be ranked among the top 300 in the alliance fleet.

Han Lang was eating roujiamo and watching the people exercising in the small park. When he was a child, Han Lang remembered that the elderly who exercised in this park were worried, worried about the future of the earth and the work of their descendants.

Now, the haze surrounding the earth has dissipated, and there is sunshine on their faces. It is no longer a discussion about the children not being able to find a job, but about whether to join the Federal Air Force or the Federal Engineering Corps.

"The sculpture holding the bronze bull in his hand seems to be Pang Zuolin." Han Lang said, pointing to the stone statue in the middle of the turntable road in the distance.

"It was him. If it weren't for your permission, the city would have been full of your sculptures. When we were young, we grew up listening to Clark's stories, and now the children are listening to the stories of Hard Bones Han Lang. My little nephew knew that you and I were classmates, and kept clamoring to see you." Li Qi said with a smile.

The fat man Chen Chong also laughed and said that Han Lang is now a hero on earth. However, after a change of topic, Chen Chong asked curiously again: "Brother, is there something wrong? You have always been busy and don't even know how to have time, so why did you suddenly have time?"

Han Lang smiled bitterly and said, "Because I found that my busyness is actually in vain. The Galaxy Alliance has its own system. A small person like me cannot play any role, so I am back. As a person on earth, it is the most important thing to take good care of my compatriots. As for those people outside the earth, saving them is God's job, not mine."

Everyone could hear the sadness in Han Lang's words, but he refused to say it, so Li Qi and Chen Chong did not continue to ask. They all knew that Han Lang's superficial smile was actually pretending, and all the pressure was hidden in his heart by him.

"Do you want to go to my house to sit?" Han Lang invited Li Qi and Chen to say seriously.

Chen Chong laughed heartlessly. Han Lang asked him why he laughed, but Chen Chong refused to say it.

Leaving this small park and turning a corner of the street is the community where Han Lang lived.

There was actually a queue outside the community, and the sign in the community was covered by a larger copper sign, which read the words "Han Lang's former residence".

Han Lang frowned angry and funny and said, "What is the former residence? First, I have not left yet, and second, this is still my only house on earth, and I have not moved yet."

Li Qi said: "It's not anyone's fault. I heard that you lived here in the past. Many people came to visit every day, which made the surrounding area frustrated. The government had no choice but to manage the order of the community. Over time, it became a scenic spot."

Han Lang had to accept the fact that his home had become a tourist attraction. He stayed in the hotel overnight and met his classmates and friends who had been there. The next day, he left Shanghai at noon and went to the Nasca base.

This wasteland is still the same, but there are many large buildings. With the expansion of the earth's army, more and more soldiers will come here and gradually develop into a city dominated by soldiers.

Han Lang met many people here who needed to meet, the Big Three, Clark, Lao Mo, etc.

However, Han Lang did not tell anyone about his concerns, and he was still talking and laughing. Now the production of the flagship production line has reached the speed of producing one Nether Axe-level every two months, which made Han Lang very excited.

After the first two days of frequent meetings, Han Lang locked himself up. He rarely met guests, nor did he participate in federal military or political meetings, and focused on his own practice and research.

Han Lang got the news from Sanchi that the protector was about to come to Earth. Han Lang was a little excited about seeing this legendary figure in the Milky Way.

But Han Lang also knew that the asylum could not affect the attitude of the Galaxy Alliance, otherwise he would not have been expelled many years ago because of the shocking theory of the Galaxy collapse.

About a week after Han Lang returned to Earth, the asylum arrived as scheduled. Under the escort of a small fleet, he brought a group of his students, and many Han Lang could tell at a glance that he was the guards of top masters.

On a tropical uninhabited island, Han Lang met his asylum.

This is an old man who is blind. Although he has no eyes, he still has excellent insight into the surrounding environment. When he walks off the spaceship and comes to this white beach, he doesn't need anyone to support him.

This is how Han Lang entertains the shelterers with a row of recliners and parasols, freshly squeezed juice and ice.

Half lying on the chair, the shelter smiled and said, "Your hometown is a very beautiful place. Judging from your condition, it seems that you are on vacation?"

Han Lang said: "You can say that, after getting used to it, I suddenly became idle. I am slowly adapting to this rhythm of life. However, you are not like you are on vacation, bringing so many people, and they all look worried."

The asylum said, "Not blame them, I have figured it out, they haven't."

"What have you figured out?" Han Lang asked curiously.

The asylum sold a secret and said, "You talk first, what do you think about the alliance?"

Han Lang breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the distant coastline, and whispered: "It's terminally ill, hopeless."

The shelter gently patted his hands, "Yes, this is something I figured out. It is inappropriate to use surgery to save a terminally ill patient. He should give him a plan of comfort medicine."

"You may also know that all the time, my people and I have been working hard to save this alliance, and we have done a lot of work for it, but now, I suddenly find that the alliance is hopeless. This makes me feel much more relaxed. In any case, it is impossible to save a patient who will definitely die."

Han Lang curled his lips, "You old man came to the earth all the way, aren't you telling me about this?"

"Of course not." said the asylum: "I came here to invite you to join my butterfly program."

Han Lang said lightly: "Let me listen carefully."

The shelter said: "I have asked someone to investigate your experience and found that the reason you have today is because you have a persistent belief in your heart, wanting to protect your hometown and save your compatriots."

"But now, I think you should be a little discouraged, right? After you finally understand the corruption of the alliance."

Han Lang said: "I am indeed a little disappointed. Human beings are not the most powerful species in the universe. Faced with the unknown universe, we can only survive by constantly moving forward and striving constantly. Covetten comfort will only kill us."

The shelter nodded, "I agree with you very much. Only the most cautious and persistent persons are qualified to live in this universe, so I am here this time to provide you with a choice."

"Your obsession is to protect your hometown and save your compatriots. Obviously, with the return of prehistoric civilization, you cannot do both at the same time. If you join my Butterfly Plan, you will not be able to protect your hometown, but you can save your compatriots and let one hundred and fifteen billion people on earth survive this catastrophe."

Han Lang was slightly stunned, frowned, and listened carefully.

"Everyone thinks that I used vector models to calculate the demise of the Milky Way, but this is wrong. I am not a prophet, but just a mathematician. A friend of mine told me about this, but I didn't believe it, so I created a set of vector model algorithms to calculate the prophecy he told me."

"You guessed it, and I calculated the same result as his prediction, so I established a shelter in the Forgotten Land and became the shelter in people's mouth."

"My friend also gave me a bid. He said that it was a very hidden, ultra-long-distance natural wormhole. Through the wormhole, you can reach a distant but safe star field."

Han Lang was stunned and said in surprise: "The Butterfly Plan is to leave the Milky Way and live in another star field?"

The shelter said without comment: "You are right to say this, but that is only part of the plan. Without other choices, we can only choose to preserve the bloodline of the human race. Only when humans continue in the vast universe will everything have hope."

Han Lang asked in a deep voice: "How far is the star field you mentioned from the Milky Way?"

"Five million light-years."

Huh ~

Han Lang breathed a sigh of relief. The diameter of the entire Milky Way was only 120,000 light-years. It was really far away to live 15 million light-years away. Without natural wormholes, even the fastest spacecraft would take a long 57-year sailing to reach it.

I'm afraid even the most famous exploration family in the Milky Way, Maple Forest Ancient Leaves, has never been to such a faraway place.

"How many people will be willing to immigrate to the new star field?" Han Lang asked again.

"Not too much." The asylum smiled bitterly: "Without the support of the alliance, we promote the news that the Galaxy is about to perish. Not only does it violate the law, but it will also be regarded as a lunatic by the vast majority of people. After all, humans have been comfortable in the Galaxy for too long."

"My compatriots are still desperately learning new technologies and new technologies, and are preparing to do a big move to improve the level of civilization on the earth." Han Lang said as a self-deprecating person.

"Assisting in the Butterfly Program can also improve the civilization level of the earth. You also know that there are many masters with top skills in the Forgotten Realm." said the Shelter.

Han Lang smiled and said, "Those people"

Han Lang originally wanted to say that there was no good person in the realm of Forgotten, but he suddenly thought about it and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Good man?

What is a good person?

The three cynical people cannot be considered good people, but they are all masters with top skills. Han Lang was able to survive until today because he took a evil path and learned many skills that were explicitly prohibited by the alliance.

From Han Lang's perspective, this evil path is right!

Although he was despised by the alliance, what supported Han Lang to live to this day was drugs, combination beasts, robot technology, and forbidden techniques!

If you participate in the Butterfly Project, isn’t it equivalent to pushing all the people on earth on the same evil path as you?

Break out of the various constraints of the alliance and directly learn from the most notorious guys in the alliance. For the weak earth, it may be a way out. If you want to survive in the dark jungle of the universe, it is not enough to abide by the laws and regulations, but you must be cruel enough!

"Don't rush to answer me. After all, this is an important decision that concerns the 15 billion people on Earth." Although the asylum was blind, he heard Han Lang's heart beating faster and whispered: "This is a huge plan. I have to make a lot of preparations for this. Now I have to leave. If you have a decision, please contact me again."
Chapter completed!