"Received a communication request from the Mining Escort Fleet 301."
The intelligent system's prompt was repeated once more.
"Mining Escort Fleet 301? Which fleet is that?"
Being recognized by the system meant it was one of their own fleets, and one of the sentries immediately asked a question, which the system's electronic voice answered truthfully.
"The Mining Escort Fleet 301, composed of ships drawn from various alliance fleets, is responsible for the short-term protection of the Lolock Industries resource gathering fleet. It set sail six years ago."
The details are clear now, but how did this fleet end up here? Mission deliveries should be made at outer star stations, even if they're going to the colonies of Lolock, the locations are worlds apart. Moreover, these short-term, small escort fleets are usually disbanded after the mission is completed, with each ship returning to its original unit.
"Communication established."
"Escort Fleet 301, this is the Alliance Alpha 13 space monitoring satellite. Report your location and situation. Was the failure of the space confinement device your doing? Uh, you can do that?"
The sentinels on the two monitoring satellites were still confused, but at least they weren't panicking anymore.
The satellite orbits a barren, ochre-colored planet, currently positioned on the side illuminated by the star, where the light is quite good.
But soon the two sentries felt it getting dark.
A large fleet suddenly appeared on one side of this desolate planet, blocking the light from the monitoring satellites.
Calling it a fleet wouldn't be accurate, as it clearly consists of three different styles of ships.
Some are unknown ships with dazzling appearances and unusual designs, some are attack ship models from the alliance, but they look very old, and some are clearly industrial ships or mining ships.
But the sentinel's mind was now filled with questions like, "How did they get here?"
On the bridge of the Protos, the commander of the 301st Escort Fleet looked up at Li Shengyao.
"General, please!"
Those who awaken their psychic powers or evolve alongside their biomaterial suits will undergo a secondary development, growing significantly taller and stronger than before.
The Protos Space Fleet has no shortage of such personnel; in fact, it could be said that the vast majority of them are like this.
Although Li Shengyao is a bit older and less adaptable, as the main general of this event, he received special treatment from the World Tree Council, was infused with talent, and was granted some top-secret abilities.
For these reasons, the average height of human military elites is close to two meters, and their muscles are perfectly shaped. The special biomass military uniform is a simplified biomass combat suit, and it also has a height requirement.
This makes humans, specifically the Protoss race, appear to the alien warship crew as beings between 2.2 and 2.3 meters tall.
Civilizations in the interstellar age rarely possess enormous physical forms. High levels of automation have resulted in most civilizations having relatively small physical sizes and relatively developed brains.
The Protos were undoubtedly giants, but no one dared to apply one of the criteria for defining "savages" to them.
Li Shengyao looked down at the "insect-man" that was barely up to his chest; its fairly neat military uniform looked ridiculous on it.
Li Shengyao slowly closed his eyes, and the entire Protos flagship's psionic system began to operate rapidly.
The sentry satellite's intelligent system was taken over immediately after it only issued a "unknown intrusion" warning. Subsequently, the emergency communication frequency that had just been established with the upper levels was also taken over.
Therefore, at this moment, not only on the screens of the outpost satellites, but also on the central 3D main screen of the Alliance Space Monitoring Headquarters, a giant figure suddenly appeared.
Of course, the relatively short Balor insectoid next to the giant was also identified as the commander of the 301st Fleet.
"Greetings, civilizations of this universe. We are the Protoss from Aiur. Civilizations familiar with us call us the Protoss, but we prefer the term 'Gods.'"
...
Li Shengyao essentially gave a monologue, not giving the other party a chance to speak. Strangely, as his image appeared on the screen of the space monitoring station headquarters, his image gradually appeared on the screens of all relevant key institutions and units centered around the space monitoring station headquarters.
In an instant, it was like flowers blooming everywhere. Soon, all the important institutions of the entire Civilization Alliance received this signal simultaneously. Whether it was voluntary or forced, this one-sided signal source could not be blocked at all.
What kind of technology is this?
Information virus? Or what? How did it manage to infect simultaneously over distances measured in light-years?
These questions arose from the technical departments, while the higher-ups of the various civilizations within the alliance were even more astonished by the Protoss race itself.
...
"We traverse the vast universe, searching among the stars for our former Creator, the Light of the Old Generations of Sloyindares, and one of my Lord's enemies, the filthy worm of scum."
...
Li Shengyao's one-sided narration continued for a short while before pausing. His purpose was clear: to obtain the necessary intelligence and information, and to slaughter the enemy. Then he looked at the screen.
In every corner of the starry sky, all extraterrestrial civilizations have the feeling of being directly observed through a screen.
"Now, you are allowed to ask questions."
This arrogant attitude undoubtedly made many civilizations uncomfortable, but the 301st Escort Fleet also secretly transmitted previously recorded video data, making people realize that this might be a civilization whose level of development surpasses that of the entire alliance, at least in terms of offensive combat power.
The dialogue reveals several strange pieces of information: the monstrous worm was automatically brought into the monstrous body, but what about the creator? Also, the monstrous body is one of the enemies.
While other civilizations were generally baffled, someone within the military of a higher civilization in the Civilization Alliance felt a strange jolt.
When the Civilization Alliance made contact with the Protoss.
In the space communications tower of the 29th colony planet on the outskirts of the Dalos Empire, a green-skinned soldier in charge of signal reception and management is searching for records.
"Don't delete it! Don't delete it... It's from 17 years ago in the Dalos calendar... I hope there's a backup..."
The system intelligence told him that all useless data older than 5 years of the Dalos calendar had been deleted. However, as a senior AI research enthusiast, he understood his own signal tower AI's backup habits, sometimes keeping some data in a corner for 20 years.
However, to find these, one either needs higher privileges or can only connect the storage area separately and search manually.
"Found it!"
A file marked "Do not process distress message X8" lies deep within the sea of files.
The information described above pertains to a missing small hunting boat whose crew sent a sporadic distress signal through an unknown method approximately one year after it went missing in the Darlos calendar.
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