With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 252 Mine Laying Alliance
the other side.

A few shallow ripples were drawn on the calm ocean of time and space, gradually spreading to all directions.

Inside the ripples, several starships with old shells rushed forward with all their strength.

The camera gradually zoomed in. In the slightly narrow starship cockpit, several skinny, barely human-like blue-skinned creatures were nervously watching the screen on the console.

There are fine scratches everywhere on the main console, and the paint in some places has even completely peeled off, revealing the dull metal shell inside.

Obviously, this starship is quite old.

"Is the target not out of the curvature state yet?"

A blue-skinned creature blinked its round black eyes, and gently flicked a few buttons on the main console in front of him with dry, thin but slender fingers.

Some complex text and graphics quickly appeared on the old screen.

"Yes." Another blue-skinned creature responded to the former's question, "Sir Olaya, do you think that will be an army sent by the empire?"

Olaya interrupted Crook: "Its coordinates have changed dramatically in a few minutes."

"The starship you piloted and the missile you just launched, where did they come from?!"

"Step aside!"

"Besides... I heard that the top leaders of the alliance are trying to negotiate with the empire. At least, the empire will not launch an attack on us until the negotiation breaks down."

Olaya glared at Crook fiercely, and her voice became hoarse and low: "Don't forget, where do our technologies come from?!"

"Shut up!"

"The warp missile malfunctioned?"

The moment the words fell, the entire cockpit fell into dead silence.

He widened his big black eyes, and the hard eye masks on the surface were completely retracted into his eyelids.

"Even the Empire cannot send just one starship to invade the Alliance."

The smile on Crook's face disappeared instantly, and his blue skin needed to dim: "Yes...it was provided by the alliance."

But the target has indeed disappeared from its original location!

Perhaps because he was too panicked, or perhaps because he was not familiar with the corresponding operations, Crook called up several completely unrelated interfaces in succession.

It is located exactly in the area where the curvature missile exploded abnormally.

It's said to be aid, but it's actually just some products that are facing elimination.

There is no way, the weak civilization does not have much say in the alliance.

Crook's hoarse voice came from the side: "Damn it, I knew those missiles sold to us by the Alliance were defective..."

"This, this is impossible!!"

Olaya's words directly shattered Crook's remaining sense of superiority - whether it was a warp spacecraft or a warp missile, they were actually aid provided by the Alliance to their civilization.

There was a bit of panic on Crook's face: "But, isn't the target starship still there..."

The next second, several abnormal warning messages flashed on the screen on the main console - the curvature missile they launched not long ago exploded halfway.

"Koruk, don't relax!"

Nothing unusual.

Olaya looked solemn, and the translucent eye mask once again covered the surface of his eyeballs: "Even if it is not an army sent by the empire, the other party has constituted an invasion."

Olaya's sharp voice sounded in the cockpit. Crook finally came to his senses and hurriedly flicked the buttons on the main console with his dry fingers.

Hearing this, the blue-skinned creature who asked the question was visibly relieved, and the blue color of his skin became a bit brighter: "That's really great..."

The blue-skinned creature named Olaya blinked again. A thin, translucent eye mask instantly covered the black eyes at the back, and then slowly retracted his eyelids: "I don't think so."

Olaya couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his thin arm, pushed Crook aside, and then quickly called up the radar data.

as predicted.

Almost at the same time, the target signal appeared again in the radar that had no response at first.

The hoarse voice stopped suddenly, and Olaya, who was still calm at first, suddenly shouted from the chair.

Olaya's face turned ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye: "It's not a malfunction."

After a moment of silence, he asked a question that made everyone's hair stand on end: "...where is the target?"

"It was...intercepted."

"Radar! Get the radar data quickly!"

But even so, the high-level civilization seems to have paid a heavy price for this.

Olaya sighed deeply, and once again stretched out his slender and dry fingers to flick the old operation buttons: "Cheer up and deal with the opponent..."

"But his speed is very slow." Crook twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing the sharp teeth inside his mouth. "The speed is only 0.3c. Maybe they have just mastered the curvature technology..."

"Stop, intercept..."

As he spoke, he briefly calculated the opponent's speed in his mind.

Looking at the dozens of curvature missiles that were speeding towards their destination, Olaya suddenly had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

More than 100,000 times the speed of light.

Olaya was taken aback when she came to this conclusion.

His blue skin became more vivid due to fear: "This, how is this possible..."

It wasn't until he called the shipboard computer to conduct many calculations that he finally accepted the fact with difficulty - 0.3 times the speed of light, which was probably just the speed at which the opponent was strolling.

"I don't know why, but the radar did not observe the corresponding curvature fluctuation..."

Halfway through speaking, Olaya suddenly froze on the spot.

He saw a straight rising red line in the radar log, and its intensity even exceeded the radar's upper limit of measurement.

Because of this, the radar directly classified this instantaneous red line as a measurement error.

"Oh, Chief Olaya..."

Crook asked with difficulty: "What should we do now?" "Report to the alliance..."

Seeing the target spot in the radar image disappear again, Olaya yelled with a distorted face: "Quick! Report it!!"

Before the words could be finished, a warning message of warp engine overload sounded in the cockpit.

Amidst the piercing sirens, several old starships exited the super-light cruise state one after another.

Olaya's whole body turned white, and she looked at the porthole of the starship directly ahead with a horrified expression.

Outside the porthole, an earth-yellow starship with a round body and no intimidation was hovering quietly in the empty universe.

……

"Is this the starship of that civilization?"

Inside the Varela, Chen Fan looked with interest at the starships outside the portholes that had been pulled out of curvature by the imprisoned ones.

"It looks... quite shabby."

Isa beside her gave a sharp comment.

Chen Fan nodded silently.

Judging from their appearance alone, these starships can already be called "treasures of ancient times."

On the side of the starship, which was full of collisions and battle damage, a few large, vague characters marked the opponent's identity.

Thanks to the self-parsing dictionary provided by the other party in electromagnetic wave communication, Yi quickly provided the corresponding translation.

"Malay League?"

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows: "It seems that the other party has more than one civilization."

"One, try to establish communication with the other party."

He adjusted his sitting position and cleared his throat at the same time: "I'm here to say hello to the neighbor."

one:"……"

As soon as they came up, they rushed into the opponent's territory, intercepted the missiles, and also forcibly stopped the opponent's starship...

You call this saying hello?
Who is a good person who greets you like this? !

"...Wait a moment, trying to initiate a communication request."

Having said that, Yi still silently carried out the orders given by Chen Fan.

……

After an extremely short waiting time, these shabby starships responded.

"Communication request accepted."

"Accessing the temporary communication band..."

A clear picture then appeared on the holographic panel on the main console of [Varilla].

In the center of the picture is a small, blue-skinned humanoid with slender limbs.

It is said to be humanoid, but there is a long tail on the other side's back. The end of the tail is flat and looks a bit like a fish fin.

The limbs are thin and dry, a few fingers that are nearly 20 centimeters slightly curled up, and there is even a little bit of inconspicuous webbing between the fingers.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the strange blue skin.

"The other party should also be a carbon-based life form."

An electronic synthesized voice sounded in the cockpit: "From the appearance, it looks a bit like an amphibian creature."

The next second, a hoarse, sharpening sound came from the communication channel.

At the same time, corresponding text and translation information appeared in the holographic panel.

[Dear...high civilization. 】

[This star field is the territory of the mine-laying alliance, and the previous attacks were only for self-defense purposes...]

Chen Fan didn't speak, just stared at the other person silently.

Under Chen Fan's gaze, the skin of the blue-skinned amphibian creature became visibly pale to the naked eye. At the same time, the hoarse and sharp voice became a little faster - the other party tried to explain this conflict as a Misunderstand.

Also normal.

When seeing an opponent whose strength far exceeds its own, intelligent life with a normal brain circuit will do everything possible to avoid possible conflicts.

"Malay League?"

Seeing that the other party's skin had turned gray-blue, Chen Fan finally said in a calm voice: "I have never heard of this alliance."

There was another hoarse crackling sound.

[This is the Bray Galaxy. 】

[The mine-laying alliance is a coalition of all second-level and above civilizations in the mine-laying system. 】

(ps: To facilitate understanding, civilization levels are common.)
Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully: "What about you?"

"What kind of civilization are you?"

【Numayuan Civilization. 】

[We are just a small third-level civilization. 】

"Level 3?!"

Chen Fan looked at those starships with some surprise: "You starships..."

[This is just the munitions allocated to us by the Mine Laying Alliance. 】

[The mine-laying alliance is in a state of war recently, so they misjudged you as an enemy target. 】

[Please believe us, this is just a misunderstanding. 】

(End of this chapter)