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

Chapter 297 Turbo
Within the Labor Resource Exchange.

Olaya followed Baroka and carefully stepped into the door of the exchange.

Different from the previous few days, after the person in charge Yagao returned, the originally empty exchange was back on track.

A long table made of unknown materials was quietly placed in the center of the tower-shaped exchange.

Dozens of minemen stood around the long table with serious expressions.

Even the mining civilization will be cautious about large-scale transactions involving tens or even hundreds of millions of intelligent creatures.

Ta, tap, tap...

Yagao's slender and tall legs walked on the ground in the exchange, making a crisp sound - because their ancestors were birds, the foot joints of the Bray people are quite different from those of conventional mammals. Almost every Bray people all have a pair of tall and long legs that have the effect of high heels.

Unfortunately, the skin quality of these tall and long legs is not very good.

The slightly wrinkled rough skin and the layers of deformed sarcoma make these long legs look a lot less attractive.

Due to height restrictions, the people of the Marsh Abyss can only kneel and sit on these uneven chairs to communicate with each other.

"sit."

"...The above are all transaction matters."

Following the minelayer's inquiries, the video equipment set up on the tower began to turn towards Baroka.

"Numayuan Civilization, do you agree to the above matters?"

In the simplest terms, after the transaction is established, the trafficked young people from the Marsh Abyss will no longer belong to any civilization. Their status is even lower than that of the first-level civilization. Even their basic human rights cannot be guaranteed. !

Facing Yagao's superior and scrutinizing gaze, Baroka swallowed hard.

It's said to be an agreement, but it's actually a unilateral overlord clause.

As for the Marsh Abyss civilization...

They need to ensure the quality of this labor force - within one month after the transaction, if these people die on a large scale due to their own factors, the Marsh Abyss Civilization will not only not receive any transaction money, but will even have to pay high compensation to the Bray Civilization.

"Dear Your Excellency Yagao."

Even those level six civilizations are like this.

He couldn't imagine what kind of miserable life the people from the Marsh Abyss who had traded the previous four times would face.

suddenly.

In the entire Marsh Abyss galaxy, probably only a few level six civilizations are qualified to sit on the special seats.

Yagao took the lead in sitting on one side of the long table, and then pointed to the large seats on the other side to Baroka and Olaya.

The Swamp Abyss Civilization has no right to speak, and the Bray Civilization cannot make a special seat for a small third-level civilization.

The cruelty of the universe and the predatory nature of the weak are reflected in every tiny corner.

Listening to the transaction details from the other party's mouth, Baroka closed his eyes in pain.

For the short and thin marshmen, these seats specially designed for the minemen are not friendly.

"signature."

A simple electronic agreement quietly appeared on the table, with various matters concerning the labor transaction clearly written in Bray and Swampy Abyssal languages.

"...Where were all our compatriots sent to in the end?"

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and asked Yagao a bold question:

Yagao's extremely plain voice came again:
"Next, the Numayuan colonial ship will be received by the exchange, and the colonial ship compensation and labor transaction funds will be sent to the Numayuan Civilization foreign exchange main account within one month."

Yagao paused, turned his tall body to the people of Baroka again, and said in his usual calm tone: "Is there anything else?"

Baroka knelt down on these seats with difficulty, sighing softly while lowering his eyes slightly.

Opposite Yagao, Baroka's hands trembled slightly as he signed the four characters "Swamp Abyss Civilization" on the electronic agreement in front of him.

"Ok?"

"...the deal is established."

Almost every civilization that enters the exchange has this attitude.

but……

Across the long table, a minelayer has begun to broadcast matters related to labor transactions.

This is the price of falling behind.

next second.

Yagao sat on the chair and looked at Baroka across the long table with an indifferent expression.

Baroka took a deep breath and replied in a low voice with a slightly trembling voice: "Agree."

After saying that, Yagao stood up from the chair without any hesitation and prepared to leave.

Baroka's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the exchange, interrupting Yagao's movements.

The person in charge of the transaction, Yagao, stared indifferently at the blue-skinned giant-headed salamanders clustered in front of him, and pronounced the fate of more than 90 million young adults in the marsh abyss in a condescending tone.

Seeing the struggle and pain on Baroka's face, Yagao's heart did not waver at all - he had seen such scenes too many times.

Olaya on the side suddenly turned his head to look at Baroka. The fish face behind the visor of the life-support device was extremely distorted, and there was a bit of disbelief and horror in his eyes.

In just a few seconds, the fish face behind the transparent visor turned into a deep bright blue.

Olaya couldn't understand how Baroka dared to ask such a question!

"The deal has been established, this is not an issue you should consider."

Yagao's cold voice came from the front: "Look at the agreement you just signed."

"Sorry, I don't mean anything else. I just want to know about the situation of my fellow tribesmen..." Baroka noticed the impatience in Yagao's heart, and added with a trembling voice, "This is conducive to the internal stability of the Marsh Abyss civilization. Five consecutive labor transactions have caused considerable turmoil within the Marsh Abyss civilization.”

This sentence played a big role.

Yagao fell into hesitation - as the person in charge of the labor trade, she naturally knew how much the current Bray civilization needed for population. Although the Marsh Abyss Civilization is not a big race, five consecutive labor transactions have proven their potential in racial reproduction.

It is not advisable to kill the goose to retrieve the eggs; sustainable development is the last word.

Returning the Swamp Abyss Civilization to stability will also be beneficial to the Bray Civilization.

Thinking like this, Yagao looked down at Baroka who was trembling slightly in front of him, and finally said a word.

"The exchange fleet will send them to the Minecraft Civilization. They are needed for the manufacture of turbines."

"Turbine?" Baroka muttered subconsciously.

"This is the secret of the mine-laying civilization." Yagao's voice rose a little higher, "It's not something you should ask!"

After saying that, Yagao turned around and left the long trading table.

For Yagao, the previous explanation was his greatest tolerance.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Baroka leaned down and expressed his heartfelt thanks to Yagao's back covered with deformed sarcomas.

……

Bang!
The doors of the exchange slammed shut.

"Are you crazy?!"

Olaya's low voice sounded in the communication channel of the life support device: "Are you asking this kind of question?"

"just in case……"

"Your Excellency Chen Fan needs this information." Baroka's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his slightly trembling tone contained a sense of weakness, "Don't forget, Your Excellency Chen Fan has already entered the colonial ship."

Olaya's somewhat angry questioning stopped abruptly.

After a long time, he hesitated and asked: "Your Excellency Chen Fan's plan... will it succeed?"

"I don't know." Baroka shook his head exhaustedly, his eyes full of confusion.

Fight against the seventh-level mine-laying civilization, or even the entire mine-laying alliance...

Unless it was an omnipotent God,...he saw no hope.

But now the Marsh Abyss Civilization has reached the edge of the cliff, and they have no way out - if they don't resist, the Marsh Abyss Civilization will embark on the path of self-destruction. If they resist... there may be a glimmer of hope.

"...What should we do next?" Olaya was silent for a moment and asked Baroka again, "Shall we go directly?"

"Can't leave!"

Baroka gritted his teeth and said, "The Congress Chairman should have already launched an escape plan."

"Escape plan?" Olaya looked surprised, "What is this?"

"Remember that star system I talked about earlier?"

Seeing Olaya nod, Baroka continued: "The Chairman will use the remaining colonial ships to send all the young adults of the Swamp Abyss Civilization to that star system."

"If our plan is exposed in advance, and His Excellency Chen Fan..."

"Those colonial ships and young adults will be the only hope for the Swamp Abyss civilization."

"As for us..." There was a ruthless look in Baroka's eyes, "We stay here to buy some time for our escape plan."

Olaya understood.

If the dummy in the colony ship is discovered, the mine-laying civilization will definitely hold them accountable.

They left at this time, and the unlucky one was the Marsh Abyss civilization.

If they take this charge, the Marsh Abyss civilization may still have room for maneuver, and the young adults in Marsh Abyss who carry out the escape plan will have enough time to go to their new home!

"I understand."

Olaya looked solemn and nodded slightly: "For the revival of Marsh Abyss!"

……

the other side.

Inside the colonial ship No. 001.

Unlike other colonial ships, there are still many young people from the Marsh Abyss lying inside this colonial ship.

Of course, they are basically all young men from Marshland who are terminally ill and whose life is not going to be long.

"...the transaction was successful."

Looking at the live broadcast from the holographic projection, half of the big stone hanging in Chen Fan's heart fell.

The progress of the plan to fish in troubled waters is 50%.

Next, as long as the exchange does not scrutinize the colonial ships, he can follow these colonial ships and quietly sneak into the territory of the mine-laying civilization.

It is even possible to arrive directly at Xingsha’s production base!

After successfully penetrating deep into the enemy's hinterland, doesn't he have the final say on what he wants to do?

Having said that, Chen Fan still frowned tightly.

He couldn't let go of his previous speculation.

In the mine-laying alliance, the mine-laying civilization with a technological level of seven is undoubtedly the top of the pyramid.

Among the Bray civilization, the royal family members are the most outstanding individuals.

Now, these top individuals in the galaxy are unknowingly controlled by foreign objects!

The reason for this naturally made Chen Fan feel terrified!
Is it because dangerous technology is out of control and backfires, or is there another reason...

Chen Fan didn't dare to think about it carefully, and he couldn't make a judgment based on nothing.

(End of this chapter)