My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 579 - 542 Dark Matter Weapon

Li Qing had traveled this path before.

Professor Wales's Primordial Era Civilization and Sicily's Dark Matter Cosmic both share the same origin in essence.

Professor Wales emerged from the Dark Matter Cosmic... Ning Guochang came from there as well, and I too am a zombie fellow of theirs!

At their core, they are the same civilization, linked by blood.

The Li Qing in front of me is truly witnessing the vast starlit world outside, engaging with the "city dwellers" beyond.

Li Qing was very curious about this:

"The people outside, what kind of structure they have formed, it seems the cosmos has entered a middle age, and they appear to have established a cosmic alliance?"

"An environmental enforcement team? A task force dedicated to dealing with those Divine Upper civilizations mining holes everywhere, stealing bird eggs all over the cosmos?"

If it weren't for Li Qing frantically digging one billion holes, luring these law enforcement teams, it's likely the existence of such nature protectors wouldn't have been discovered.

"They seem quite weak."

Li Qing secretly scanned the fleet, finding only Divine Level standards.

But this is natural. Currently, the highest level existence that can be accommodated within the internal cosmos is the Divine Level civilization.

Even within the cosmos, Li Qing's realm would be forcibly lowered and confined to the Divine Level, yet he remains nearly invincible at this tier.

Previously, Li Qing tricked Gal into the cosmos, where everyone fell to the Divine Level. It was only then that Li Qing could defeat him.

"The enforcement team doesn't seem strong." Though saying this, Li Qing knew the other side must have its own tricks.

Li Qing could only use a torch to spy on the conditions within the Dark Matter Cosmic.

Yet this Divine Level civilization also possessed similar capabilities, allowing it to view the internal situation of such an unobservable level civilization.

"Let's take a look and see." Li Qing silently used the highest level telekinesis wave method, quietly infiltrating it.

Within the fleet.

Densely packed tubes pierced into each mechanical warrior's body, maintaining and adjusting them.

At this moment, after several small skirmishes, they had dealt with all the miners dispatched through this space wormhole into the cosmos!

After all, no matter how advanced the outside dark matter civilization is, any mining fleet sent into the cosmos can only be at the Divine Level.

They were professionals at handling these miners.

Even the Divine Upper entities outside were helpless against them.

All they could do was watch helplessly, destroy the troops guarding the space wormhole, then close the entrance, isolating them back outside.

However, this current enforcement team was not in a hurry to close the entrance, hiding in the wormhole's window, observing the conditions inside the dark matter cosmic.

"What's that earthling doing? Is he provoking that dark matter civilization?"

"Hmph, dog eats dog."

"No matter how they fight, it has nothing to do with us, let's close the path outside and ignore what's happening beyond the cosmos."

Voices spread around.

Yet, a tall elderly man sitting in a mecha said:

"No rush in closing it, that mysterious Earth God might be connected to that criminal."

That criminal?

The faces of the crowd suddenly darkened: "That's unlikely, he's clearly a Divine Upper now, unable to reach the cosmos; how could it be him opening holes everywhere here?"

Recently, at least three million wormhole openings were noticed, and calculations suggest over fifty million might exist.

They were merely responsible for managing this generation's Northern Universe Karno Supercluster.

This made them extremely infuriated.

Everyone knew what the event was—it was obviously the work of a heinous and inhumane traitor.

He opened numerous prison exits, letting criminals flood in, madly plundering the universe's matter and wealth.

The dried-up Star River.

The depleted vacuum.

The beautiful starry home transformed into a wasteland.

When they reached the scene of the accident and saw the lands plundered by bandits, any member with a sense of justice felt indignant!

This individual must be an extremely malevolent antisocial, anti-life personality, intending to destroy the entire cosmos, accelerating cosmic dynamic entropy increase, with a massive loss of matter, appearing to want to perish along with the cosmos.

Just like those terrorists driving exploding trucks into crowds.

"No, although this guy in front is a Divine Upper, his existence eludes my understanding... it's likely related to that recent bizarre large-scale wormhole event; let's keep watching and only close this entrance after," suggested the old law enforcement leader, remaining vigilant.

Since that mysterious criminal was too bizarre.

A Divine Level civilization couldn't possibly leap that far.

In the long history of the cosmos, internal renegades aiding outside subspace civilizations in opening passages weren't unheard of, engaging in guerrilla warfare, continuously assisting in stealing planets.

But they were quickly captured because the cosmic was vast, and the cosmos could only contain Divine Level, with limited capabilities.

However, this mysterious guy in front.

Successfully executed a premeditated large-scale wormhole opening in a remarkably short time; the jumping speed isn't something known Divine Level civilizations could achieve.

If it wasn't for unknown mysterious technology, it was the other side possessing a massive force, allowing numerous members to simultaneously open wormholes.

"Both scenarios are unsettling," the elder sighed.

Too old already, as a human of technological civilization, a Divine Level Mecha Master's lifespan ranges between twenty to thirty thousand years.

He was nearing twenty-eight thousand, having spent his life striving to maintain the cosmos's order and fend off external pests, intending to foster the young generation of this team before retiring, only to encounter such an unexpected incident.

He vaguely felt things were about to become uneasy.

"Just record and film," advised the experienced old leader, steadily maintaining composure, "let's upload it for the upper echelons; they'll decide in due course."

A team member nearby spoke up: "Unless we send someone out to intervene in this strange battle? But that's an ultimate form at Divine Upper, the level of Dark Matter-grade civilization."

Being Divine Level civilizations internally was acceptable for resistance; however, venturing outside, a mere Divine Level would be courting death, right?

The elder simply shook his head: "You don't understand, don't underestimate our law enforcement team. I once witnessed that unbelievable scene, where after massive planetary theft, the outer dark matter civilization was triumphant, the Power Council dispatched an incredible monster."

"I'll never forget that day; that monster ripped through space, walking out, the sky was crimson, debris everywhere, he alone demolished the entire dark matter civilization, slaughtering everything, and brought their dark matter remains back, sealing them eternally in the underground prison, preventing them from escaping and reviving outside."