Just as Joshua's incarnation was thinking in the lord's mansion.

At the edge of the world's galaxy, near the Pioneer Fortress Community, a giant mothership that is as huge as a mountain range and is more than nine thousand meters long is hurriedly passing through the void between the world, rushing out of the vortex space-time gate, as if avoiding some terrifying existence chasing behind him.

The surface of this giant mothership was broken and charred, and covered with traces of violent artillery bombardment. But even so, it can be vaguely seen that its original paint was dazzling golden, with a sharp triangle flag printed on it, which was the flag of the Chartreese army.

This giant warship is like a huge spinning cone, smooth and flat, with almost no bulge, but at its edge, there are dozens of energy crystals that flash with cyan light.

But now, the energy crystals on the mothership are beginning to go out one by one. It is obvious that the "ultra-long-distance teleportation" carried out by the mothership just now has exhausted its energy reserves. If it has no other way to replenish energy, the space-time storm in the void will quickly tear the mothership that has lost its barrier to pieces. This huge civilization creation will become a coffin for all passengers.

In this desperate time, the operator of the mothership still had no intention of giving up. It used the last energy of the mothership to send distress signals to the surrounding space-time domains and conduct wide-area broadcasts to find possible helpers. Even if the other party does not have the power to rescue them, it does not matter, but it must send the most critical information.

They firmly believe that there must be an existence nearby that can help them. Because the mothership's ultra-long-distance transmission is located in the surrounding space-time domain, the area with the largest energy density but the most stable space-time domain. This sign generally means that there must be a powerful void civilization around it.

They were anxious and urgently waiting for the reply of the distress signal, and their mood was gradually falling into despair and unwillingness.

But in the end, the signal was replied.

The lights had become dark and red, and the mothership control center was filled with depressing but extremely excited cheers and shouts.

And within the Pioneer Fortress community.

It happened to be here, Nostradamus, who was preparing to detect the situation of galaxies in other worlds in the distant multiverse through a super-large composite detection array, was checking the progress of the observation array and the summary of the data at the core of the fortress.

The old mage is fine-tuning the data of the observation array to smooth the temporal and space turbulent around it to facilitate the observation later. He has been busy for a long time, but he is about to come out to achieve results. A large area of ​​temporal and space turbulent around the observation array has been calmed down, extremely huge, and super giant observation array that is enough to cover a world sky is slowly unfolding.

But suddenly, an abnormal teleportation fluctuation disrupted the turbulence of time and space that had finally settled down, causing the observation to fail.

“…”

Nostradamus, who had narrowed his eyes, heard an observer on the side exclaiming lightly, and immediately issued a second-level alarm, reporting: "Abnormal space-time fluctuations were detected, and unknown civilization signals were feedback based on energy fluctuations, and a large void warship was transmitted to our alert area!"

"They seem to be broadcasting the surrounding space-time domains in all directions, which has interfered with our data collection. This matter must be reported to the superiors..." Speaking of this, the observer seemed to have thought of something. When he looked back, Nostradamus had walked slowly behind him.

"Turn it on." The old mage said expressionlessly: "Look at what it wants to say, can it stop them, and don't disturb our observations."

"yes."

The observer immediately connected to the other party's contact channel. He rolled his eyes, recalled what he had learned before, and then said in a very official tone: "This is the United Fortress of Mycrov, the 'Pioneer' Fortress group. Friends from other worlds who are broadcasting in wide-area, please turn off the full channel broadcast, change the way of sending information, do not disturb others, civilize and shape the communication atmosphere, and everyone is responsible for standardizing the message channel..."

The observer conducted a stable and very formal communication in accordance with the "Remote World Biological Exchange Regulations", which was to let the other party shut down the Freemax. After receiving the information from the Pioneer Fortress, the other party was silent for a long time, and then a burst of cheers and shouts that were moving today, mixed with many different world languages ​​that they didn't understand at all.

"What are they talking about?"

On the side, other observers asked the others blankly, and the others shook their heads. There were few people who could use demonic language in the world of Mycrov, because of the popularity of common language, even dwarves and goblins did not speak dwarves and goblins. Under the condition of language unity, there were indeed very few talents in linguistics in the world of Mycrov.

However, before these observers and Nostradamus were thinking about how to guess what the other party said and how to make the other party understand what they said, suddenly, the communication channel, which was originally full of languages ​​in another world, suddenly became quiet. Before everyone could doubt whether they were disconnected, a voice, stuttering, very ancient, and not standard pronunciation, could even be said to the Pioneer Fortress, which was very clumsy, spoke to the Pioneer Fortress.

"This is the flagship of the Second Fleet of the 'Chatre Star God' (hereinafter referred to as the Chartres) and the 'Fargo', the great, respectable and extremely prosperous Mycrov civilization, the Captain of the Fargo, Selma sends you sincere blessings and greetings... The respected strong warship encountered a terrible accident and could not act. Now the warship's energy is exhausted, and the survival circulation system is on the verge of suspension. I am afraid and pray for your mercy and assistance."

Although even the eight-year-old child said something more smooth than the other party, the sudden hearing of a civilization in another world actually used the language he used was awesome.

After hearing these flattery and flattering words, which were completely grammatically nonsensical to ask for help, Nostradamus, who was already a little angry because the other party interrupted the detection experiment, was a little angry and laughed. After all, he could not make any angry when he reached out and didn't hit the smiling people. After seeing the observer who was communicating, he turned his head and looked at him, and then whispered: "Ask where the coordinates of their battleships are, how big, and how many people are there."

"A channel for communication between void civilizations in another world seems to know us very well, and even our language, and they are very valuable."

At this time, the atmosphere inside the ship became panic again because the Pioneer Fortress did not reply for a long time.

"Captain, do you really know the common language of Mycrov?" A senior officer couldn't help but whisper: "This thing has been consuming soil in the library for thousands of years. Can they understand what you said?"

"My family was the former head of diplomacy of the Chartre Empire thousands of years ago. My bloodline was passed down in language!" The captain named Selma roared and retorted: "I use the oldest language format of the Mycrov civilization, they like to listen to this kind of words. Those arrogant guys usually disdain for any civilization, but as long as they use this language format to ask for help, no matter what, they will reluctantly take action, and at least make a gesture!"

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Countless Chartels who knew they were about to be saved were crying with joy, hugging each other, and even their tails were entangled.

And a few seconds later, a clearly visible ripples of time and space appeared out of thin air in front of the flagship Distant.

It was a space-time crack that was hundreds of meters long and was constantly growing, and extended. Between breathing, this space-time crack turned into a huge space-time gate that spans a city and is thousands of meters long.

Round after circle of extremely complex magic runes expand rapidly, and then form a complex and magnificent rune flower. The process of the petals unfolding is the process of the gradual expansion of the space-time gate.

"Time, time and space gate?!"

"So fast, so big?"

"Our long-distance teleportation is compared with this time and space gate..."

Just when the Chartres were shocked by the technology and power represented by the rapidly opening of the space-time gate, a radius of five thousand meters was enough to fully accommodate the entire space-time gate of the Chartres mothership, an old man who was relatively small but had an extremely huge presence appeared in the center of the complex magic circle.

After dozens of minutes.

Nostradamus, who rescued a group of miserable Chartres from the semi-damaged warship, received news that shocked him.

"The Chartels... are trapped in a civil war?"

He sat on both sides of the reception table with the captain of the Distant Shielma. The old mage stroked his black beard and secretly thought about the meaning behind the news: "Speaking of this, the world of Mycrov has not been very peaceful recently, but no matter how uneasy it is, it is better than these guys who have a full-scale civil war."

The Chartres are a race with a form that is more similar to the usual sense of "beast-turned humans". Specifically, they look a bit like a cat animal walking upright (not a cat girl). In the records of the integrated information library, the Chartres are named for sensitivity, irritability and arrogance, but this race also has advantages. In the saying goes, it is particularly "believe in evil". As long as the Chartres suffer losses once, they will remember them in their hearts. They are born with a power to engrave memories in their bloodlines. The stronger the Chartres who engrave memories, the longer the memory inheritance will be passed on. Therefore, no matter what kind of Chartres is, they can clearly remember where their ancestors suffered losses, and then they will never fall in the same place for a second time.

They regard "sacrifice" as the core of their culture and the "sacrifice" of their ancestors as a noble inheritance. Therefore, the Guangyao Era did not have a bad view of this civilization at the time. They believed that they had "glory potential", which was in line with the core values ​​of the Mycrov civilization at that time, especially the Schalts' diplomatic chief, which was very good at the art of language. They were very good in the impression of Guangyao civilization, so their treatment was different from ordinary civilizations. They could even be listed separately in the integrated information database for special records.

In short, it should be considered a friend, at least verbally.

According to the captain, the two major factions among the Chartres had huge differences due to the recent meeting. One side was cautious and wanted to observe the surrounding situation conservatively and determine the timing of their comeback. On the other hand, it wanted to restore the Schalts' territory thousands of years ago as quickly as possible and alleviate the population pressure that is about to explode now.
Chapter completed!