Chapter 1096 - 202: Invitation

Chapter 1096: Chapter 202: Invitation

In the dark vacuum of the cosmos, a vast fleet was seemingly slow but actually moving quickly.

In front of countless spaceships and starships were a hundred whale giants, their size comparable to satellites. Their eyes were like abysses, fins like mountains, mouths spewing spatial fluctuations, and their sides had whale holes resembling the muzzles of ship cannons, emitting immeasurable energy. This enormous cosmic energy directly enveloped their bodies, allowing them to enter light-speed mode for extended periods.

This is their biggest difference from other carbon-based creatures; Tier 3 carbons, no matter how strong, can only enter light-speed mode for short periods. Extended light-speed causes the body to collapse under the effect of the time law.

However, the ’special gene pool’ of space giant beasts can achieve this. There are many explanations for this, such as species evolution, cosmic radiation from a certain special area, bloodline origins from higher-tier galactic species, etc.

But regardless of the explanation, almost all space giant beast tribes regard the gene pool inside them as their most important tribal asset.

Previously cooperating with the Galen Republic and allowing Galen scientists to study their shell was already the bottom line.

Almost every space giant beast is aware that the gene pool on them is their only meaning of existence. Once unearthed by Level 3 Civilization and manufactured into light-speed spaceships, or even superluminal spaceships, just to prevent spaceship weaknesses from leaking, they must annihilate their species.

Fortunately, the two nearby Level 3 Civilizations are both Mechanical Civilizations, and they don’t particularly covet powerful biological genes.

But if someone extends the olive branch to civilizations farther away, that’s another matter—

In the cockpit of a large starship, the light of holographic projection had just shut off, and the dimness of the space appeared again. The faint starlight fell on a massive body, making this Kun’s Child look like a Demon God.

"Kun’s Child—"

Fern behind him wanted to say something but hesitated. He felt the other shouldn’t do this but couldn’t find a good reason to persuade him.

"Relax, as long as we capture that resource planet, there will be enough resources to pay the other party."

"What if we fail, do we really have to hide from the Elders and hand over the Leviathan Gene Pool to those people?"

Kun’s Child said faintly:

"It depends on whether you want to be a Leviathan or a Leviathan People."

Fern didn’t quite understand.

"We are the insects on the space giant beasts, responsible for handling trash and cleaning the digestive system. Insects developed civilization on the giant beasts’ backs, but were also limited by the beasts. If we want to become a Level 3 Civilization, we must evolve from a nomadic civilization to a planet civilization. Capturing a resource planet is a great start."

"If we can truly conquer this planet, even the Elders can’t find an excuse to allow us to go ashore."

Only then did Fern understand why Kun’s Child was so keen on this resource planet. It wasn’t to please tribe Elders or for his own prestige, but for Leviathan Civilization’s advancement.

Leviathan People and Leviathan Giant Beasts, although in the same ecological system, are not equal in status. During the early ’Blood Sacrifice Era,’ if Leviathan People’s numbers surpassed a certain limit, Leviathan Giant Beasts would devour millions of people to relieve bodily pressure.

But as Leviathan People developed, pointing out biological spaceships and biological space stations, population pressure was relieved, and Leviathan People transformed from insects into the beasts’ vassals.

And all this was due to Leviathan People developing their civilization.

A wise species with civilization will be regarded differently, even by Tier 3 top-level beasts.

"I understand," Fern suddenly shouted, "I will follow behind you to witness the rise of a powerful biological civilization!"

...

The gathering, departure, and movement of a vast fleet can’t be hidden from everyone, especially those with intent.

Many intelligence officers were suddenly excited; here comes the big job!!

The Calamity Corps overthrew the Walter Clan, so will the new Leviathan Alliance Army overthrow the mysterious Calamity Corps?

After all, according to intelligence, Calamity Corps suffered significant losses in their battle with the clan. This is once a good opportunity.

The underground black market’s intelligence network started operating again, with Stellar Vortex Influence, Planet Governor, Mercenary Corps, Interstellar Cult—each faction seemed to find a chaotic step as these two giant waves prepared to collide.

Among these intelligence officers is Turtle Jes, an old friend of Cybertron Corps’ leader.

He thought this intelligence was valuable and could be sold at a good price to the Master of Calamities through Mr. G as an intermediary.

So he began to contact Mr. G, but unfortunately, the signal was interrupted.

He didn’t dare to personally go to Long-horned Whale Alpha. As the energy atmosphere once again enveloped the planet, the vast outer space with its dense fleet wreckage, corpses, and fragments proved the terror of the Calamity Corps.

He feared just showing up would get him killed by those semi-mechanical monsters.

Fortunately, Mr. G finally connected the communication—

"Hello... Uh-huh... Uh-huh... You come over... No worries... A big favor..."

With Jes hanging up the interstellar communication device, his expression was excited yet apprehensive.

"According to facial capture info, there’s a 61.1% chance of good news." Nearby Artificial Intelligence DK51 spoke.

"Mr. G invited me into the planet; he will arrange for someone to meet me."

"That’s wonderful."

Jes, with an adrenaline worm in his mouth, walked a few circles and said: "Come with me, we’re both from the Ferry Black Market, and we can’t forget you when there’s a benefit."

"There’s a 51.4% chance it’s because you’re worried you can’t persuade the Master of Calamities, so you hope I’ll assist with big data communication." DK51 remained composed as artificial intelligence.

"Hahaha, knowing it but not saying it."

Soon a starship came out from the planet, landed at the rendezvous point, and picked them up.

"May I ask, are you a member of the Calamity Corps?"

"Hello, hello, I am a Level 1 Ship Officer of this starship; you can think of me as the Captain. My name is Red Flower Demon. Is there any task you want to assign me?"

Seeing an NPC actually initiating a chat, Red Flower Demon perked up spiritedly, quickly and attentively asking.

’Such a friendly Calamity Corps warrior!’

Jes was somewhat surprised. He knew that several ’Monster Corps’ generally had Madness Attributes.

"Old Demon, we’ve rarely been out. How about picking up some garbage? I heard someone found Tier 3 Equipment on the battlefield ruins." This was from the Mechanical Platform Gunner.

"Old Demon, I’m a bit tired. I want to play on the Virtual Machine for a while, can you cover my shift?" This was the spaceship pilot.

"Old Demon, after this task, recruit a Maintenance Master. I’m just a Prosthetic Doctor, repairing ships for you all day; what is that worth?"

Red Flower Demon’s eyes twitched sharply; damn commoners don’t see that I’m completing tasks.

’NPCs are much better; when the recruitment module opens for NPCs in the faction, I’ll replace all these positions with NPCs. Players can’t be reliable at all.’

Except for other players, only the ’Prosthetic Doctor’ was approaching level 60, a talent not easy to come by. Red Flower Demon asked patiently:

"You don’t have enough points to buy Mechanical City, what do you want to be Captain yourself? Aren’t you disinterested in this?"

’Prosthetic Doctor’ lazily said:

"I got news that Cyber Space is opening soon; I’m heading back to open the clinic again, treating cyber psychosis, severe internet addiction patients, and have no time to spend with you."