Legend of the Planet Builder
Chapter 237 - 228: Family Rituals Must Not Forget to Inform Your Father! (8,000 Words)_4

Chapter 237: Chapter 228: Family Rituals Must Not Forget to Inform Your Father! (8,000 Words)_4

"What do those Nuclear Giant Beasts desire most? Of course, it’s absorbing nuclear energy to evolve quickly!"

"As long as you set up bait, you can lure one or two arrogant Nuclear Giant Beasts. I understand them; they see humans as ants and won’t care about you. With proper arrangements, your human hydrogen bombs are still quite effective against the primary Nuclear Giant Beasts."

"Bait? Nuclear energy?" Barry fell into contemplation.

...

On the Atlantic, aboard a gigantic Aircraft Carrier, members of the Ora Association are cheering here.

They act frantically, their expressions maniacal.

The ship is filled with nuclear materials painstakingly refined by humans, along with nuclear warheads.

They are not here to attack the Zerg; on the contrary, they want to offer these "gifts" to the great God Ola.

At this moment, a fierce wind picks up, waves roar, and the entire ocean seems to be awakening!

A massive shadow emerges from the depths.

"It’s God Ola; God Ola has responded to us," the humans on the ship are thrilled, kneeling on the deck and cheering.

"We will ultimately achieve immortality!"

"God Ola blesses us!"

"Faithful belief has been answered!"

While they pray, a colossal tentacle rises from the depths, wraps around the Aircraft Carrier, and pulls it into the ocean.

During this process, the members of Ora Association show no panic; instead, their faces are filled with happiness.

"We can finally accompany God Ola!" Along with the carrier and the nuclear materials and warheads onboard, they sink into the Atlantic together!

...

Within the Arctic Circle, at a certain aerospace launch platform.

Hundreds of people are gathered here, dressed in luxurious attire and behaving elegantly, many with servants in tow.

These are significant figures from around the world; some hail from nations already fallen, others from places soon to be overrun by the Zerg.

But none of this concerns them, for they will continue to enjoy wealth and prosperity!

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The female scientist, Belinda, vice-chairperson of the Noah Association, addressed the crowd, "We have developed a mature carrier rocket and spacecraft."

"And have already constructed a base on the Moon."

"Today, we will send the first batch of fortunate individuals to Mars! They will undergo a 180-day space journey to Mars, becoming the first human space immigrants!"

"Their names will be engraved in the annals of human civilization and they will become pioneers of Mars civilization!"

"Our first-generation Noah Spacecraft is equipped with a complete life-sustaining system. It also carries various plant seeds, a cooled human seed bank."

"Our chairman and a few astronauts, along with robots, will travel to Mars with us; we will create a brilliant civilization. Bless us!"

"Bless us!" These wealthy individuals raised their glasses, celebrating this moment; some were even extremely excited.

"We will rewrite human history!"

They boarded the first-generation Noah’s Ark.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one! Ignition!" The rocket ignites, sending them into space.

"Carrier rocket separation, Noah’s Ark launch!" Noah’s Ark ignites successfully, racing towards Mars!

"Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment, shouldn’t we celebrate somewhat?" A lady called out.

They were trying to adapt to the weightlessness.

"Indeed, we should record this moment, and future kids will see us in history textbooks."

"Yes, you’re absolutely right; the kids will appreciate you!" A voice came, as a stranger entered the passenger cabin.

"Who are you? Why haven’t I seen you before?" The crowd was puzzled.

The man smiled slightly and said, "Allow me to introduce myself; I am the president of the Noah Science Society, you can call me Noah."

"Oh, it’s the president! We’ve heard that the president is very mysterious, and no one can meet him; we didn’t expect to see him!"

"President, can we successfully build a base on Mars?"

"President, will Mars be suitable for our survival?"

"Mr. Noah, can we return to Blue Star in the future?"

The crowd asked one after another.

Noah kept his smile and said, "You have too many questions; food shouldn’t ask so many questions."

"Hmm?"

"What food?" Before the crowd could react, they saw Noah’s head suddenly split into three, transforming into a mouth that could stretch.

This mouth bit the head off the person nearest to him, blood splattering and floating in the cabin!

This scene stunned everyone! The decapitated person was a renowned tycoon of Blue Star; before the Catastrophe Era, his wealth alone could influence the global economy! No one dared disrespect him, and he had donated many funds and resources to the Noah Science Society!

Now, he was being decapitated in one bite! By this person, who is supposedly the president of the Noah Science Society!

"Ah! It’s a monster!"

"It’s the Zerg! He’s a Zerg! Kill him now!"

"Help, someone!"

"He’s a cannibal!" The crowd screamed in terror, with some wanting to flee.

But they were in the Spacecraft, still strapped to their seat belts, and all the seat belts were now locked!

The astronauts also transformed into monsters, devouring the decapitated body’s remains.

Noah retracted his mouthpiece, returning to human form, as he laughed, "Don’t rush, we have 180 days before we arrive at Mars. Perfectly timed for 180 people, one meal a day."

"You can’t kill us; we still have value!" Someone said in horror; despite their terror, some were high-caliber humans having weathered significant storms, still attempting to negotiate with Noah.