Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Time flies so fast, just like everyone actually doesn't know that it has been eight years since Louis made his debut.
And Carl Jacob Company has successfully bid for the ownership of that batch of galaxies and extracted the world origin consciousness, all of which were invested in the turret.
The turret now looks completely different.
"Mr. Jacob."
Scar Dog, with both hands behind his back, stands at the edge of the warship's window, looking at the giant object standing in the universe, and speaks somewhat emotionally.
"Three years have passed, do you know how I've been living these three years?"
"Finally, now it's all over."
The layout of the Federation has changed.
Under the deterrence of the turret, the federal government was completely destroyed, and the Human Race established a new type of regime on the basis of the Federation, inheriting the civilization and technology of the Federation.
