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

Chapter 270 Black Spots
Looking at the magnificent conference room door in front of her, Olaya's nervousness reached its extreme.

What would be waiting for him behind the door? Torture? Or the experimenter responsible for brainwashing him?

What does the half-smiling expression on Mr. Nabi’s face just now mean?
"Captain Olaya, please come in."

Councilor Nabi's voice sounded, interrupting Olaya's thoughts.

Before he could fully recover, the closed door to the conference room suddenly opened.

All conjectures came to nothing.

There was no torture and no experimenters.

In the bright conference room, there was only an exaggeratedly large round conference table and a strong fellow of the same race.

It was a blue-skinned giant fish with irregular mutated sarcomas on its limbs and back.

He sat quietly on the chair, his eyes slightly closed, and there was no unnecessary expression on his face.

Olaya knew him. In fact, almost everyone in the Marsh Abyss Civilization knew the man in front of him.

He is the chairman of the Council of the Marsh Abyss Civilization and the most powerful individual in the Marsh Abyss Civilization.

Under Olaya's gaze, the closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing the eyeballs covered by a hard eye mask.

Under the translucent hard eye mask, some tiny black spots began to move rapidly, like frightened insects.

In just an instant, these tiny black spots completely disappeared, leaving only a pale yellow hard eye mask that slowly opened.

Olaya shuddered violently, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes involuntarily.

Although those black spots quickly disappeared, Olaya, who had been watching the Congressman, could see it very clearly!

What are those black spots that fade quickly?
Could it be that these things are controlling the members of the chamber?
Countless confusions flashed through Olaya's mind.

"Captain Olaya."

A thick and hoarse voice came from the front, interrupting Olaya's thoughts again.

He raised his head and met the flat eyes of Council Chairman Furui Fuha.

Olaya subconsciously avoided the Chairman's gaze. He lowered his eyes, trying his best to hide the fear in his eyes. Then he leaned down slightly and saluted the Chairman in front: "Sir, Mr. Senator."

"Come in and sit down."

There was no emotion in the speaker's voice, like a pool of stagnant water: "Don't be nervous, I'm just confirming with you the population migration route."

Olaya swallowed hard.

I guess the Council Chairman himself doesn’t believe this, right?

But seeing the chairman of the parliament waving to him, Olaya could only bite the bullet and limped into the conference room dragging his slightly cramped right leg.

The huge conference round table was empty, and the only empty chair was located next to the Speaker.

"Come."

The Senator waved to him stiffly, looking like a puppet being manipulated by something.

Bang!
The door behind him slammed shut, making the atmosphere in the conference room increasingly tense and weird.

die, die, die...

Olaya quickly looked around, and after discovering that the conference room was a completely enclosed space, he could only move towards the gorgeous chair next to the parliamentarian with a pale face.

"Captain Olaya."

Just when Olaya's butt touched the seat, the speaker's calm voice sounded again: "Congressman Baroka just met with you, right?"

Olaya's eyes suddenly widened, and the horror in her heart quickly climbed to a new level!

In a state of panic, he stood up suddenly and poured out the words he had already drafted like beans: "Sir, please believe me!"

"I absolutely did not agree to any of Senator Baroka's requests!"

"I unconditionally support the decision made by the Council. The population migration plan will be harmful to the Marsh Abyss civilization but not beneficial..."

Speaker: "...?"

"You...what did you just say?"

Olaya's expression froze when he realized that he had said the wrong thing: "No, no, no... I mean it's all benefit and no harm!"

"Sir, Congressman, you must believe me!!"

As he said this, Olaya trembled slightly and cried with snot and tears about what Representative Baroka had done.

"Preemptive Strike"

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the Congressman couldn't help but fell silent.

This script...

It seems different from what he expected?

In just a few seconds, several thoughts flashed through the Chairman's mind.

Forget it, just to be on the safe side, let’s stick to the original plan.

With this thought in mind, the Congressman stood up from the spacious and gorgeous seat with difficulty, raised his right hand covered with deformed sarcoma and gently placed it on Olaya's shoulder.

"I see."

The chairman's calm voice sounded in the conference room: "Don't worry, the council will not wrong you."

"The reason why I called you to discuss the new escort route is precisely because I took into consideration the issue of Representative Baroka."

"I'm worried that this kid Baroka will do something irrational on impulse..."

Olaya wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced quickly at the parliamentarian.

seemingly……

The effect of what he did was pretty good?

Olaya breathed a sigh of relief and followed the congressman's movements and sat down on the chair under him. "I want to believe you, but..." the voice of the Speaker continued, "The population migration plan cannot be compromised. For the sake of the Swamp Abyss civilization, Captain Olaya, you may have to suffer some injustice."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force came from his shoulders, forcing his body to press against the gorgeous chair.

The next second, a dense black substance spurted out from the inside of the seat and sprinkled directly on Olaya's body!

Olaya was horrified: "President, you..."

Before he could finish his words, these black substances flowed upwards along his body and completely enveloped his head at lightning speed.

The unspoken words turned into dull hesitations.

After a few seconds, the black matter gradually diminishes.

Watching the last bit of black substance penetrate into the ear holes on both sides of Olaya's cheek, the parliamentarian slowly let go of his right hand that was tightly holding Olaya's shoulder.

At this time, Olaya's eyes were closed tightly, and the muscles of his body were trembling at a strange frequency.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and sat back in his seat again.

"Go."

"A week later, the fifth population migration plan was officially launched, and you were responsible for carrying out the escort mission."

"Remember, the transport fleet must be sent to its destination."

The frequency of Olaya's muscle tremors gradually decreased, and finally, under the gaze of the chairman, he slowly opened his eyes.

Beneath the translucent, yellowish hard eye mask, black spots fade away.

"I see."

Olaya replied in a voice without any fluctuation.

……

On the other side, inside the starship cockpit.

The scene of Olaya crying is playing on the holographic projection.

Ok……

It is also a 360-degree three-dimensional surround ultra-clear picture with no blind spots.

Chen Fan glanced at Senator Baroka who was silent next to him with a strange expression.

Ever since Oraya began to swear allegiance to the Speaker, Baroka seemed to have been hit by Morgana and Galen at the same time, falling into a long period of imprisonment and silence.

"cough!"

Chen Fan coughed lightly and said to himself: "I didn't expect that Captain Olaya...has quite a talent for acting, huh?"

"I..." Baroka opened his mouth, but couldn't say a complete sentence, "He..."

Seeing that the color of Baroka's skin was gradually turning gray-blue, Chen Fan quickly changed the topic.

"Calm down, think about it from another angle. At least he didn't confess me, right?"

Baroka: "..."

Does this have anything to do with him?

It’s really murderous and heartbreaking!
"Forget it..." Baroka seemed to have thought of something and sighed gloomily, "From the moment I made this decision, I was prepared to be executed by the Council."

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows: "That's not necessarily the case."

Baroka suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Fan in astonishment: "You...are you going to help me?"

"I haven't decided yet." Chen Fan looked at the holographic projection noncommittally, "Whether I can help you or not, whether I can help you or not, all depends on what your council leader does next."

As he spoke, a trace of worry flashed in Chen Fan's eyes - what on earth were those fleeting black spots in the eyes of the parliamentarian?
Like Olaya, Chen Fan and his party who were far away in the starship also saw the infiltrating scene.

Baroka nodded as if understanding, and once again turned his attention to the holographic projection in front of him.

In the projection, the tall parliamentarian had stood up and placed his sarcoma-covered right hand on Olaya's shoulder.

"Alas……"

Isa's disgusted voice came from beside her: "The degree of mutation in this Council Chairman is serious enough. It seems that he drinks Xingsha regularly!"

Hearing this, Baroka's eyes were filled with confusion.

Star sand? What does this mutation have to do with Xingsha? Isn't this mutation caused by radiation?
"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Chen Fan stared intently at the picture in the holographic projection and said casually: "The survey results show that there is not much radiation inside your galaxy. The so-called genetic mutation is actually the sequelae of taking a large amount of Star Sand."

"what?!"

"Damn it!! What is this horse riding?!"

Baroka and Chen Fan jumped up from their seats in the starship at the same time.

However, the former was shocked by Chen Fan's words, while the latter was shocked by the broadcast screen in the holographic projection.

Baroka hurriedly turned to look at the holographic projection.

The moment he saw Olaya's giant salamander head completely wrapped in an unknown black substance, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What is this?!"

[Preliminary judgment is that it is a nanomachine cluster. 】

Almost at the same time, a synthesized electronic voice also sounded in the cockpit: [Different from the nanobugs discovered on Varela, this nanomachine cluster has a higher technological content and its individual body size is smaller. 】

"Grass!"

Seeing the black substance continuously getting into Olaya's ear holes, Chen Fan cursed with an ugly expression on his face: "What's the matter with this horse-riding guy!"

He turned to look at Baroka, whose eyes were dull.

"congratulations."

"At present, it seems that you will not be executed by the Council."

(End of this chapter)