"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"
A concerned voice came from beside him. Because he had been researching the distress signal, he was closest to Inmar and immediately noticed the sweat coming from Inmar's sweat glands.
Even Commander Inmar herself looked a little off; her green, wrinkled face was pale.
Well, I don't know how Bibilut figured it out, but any Earthling here definitely wouldn't be able to tell the Dalos's face color; it would just look like a green chrysanthemum.
Hearing Bibilut's call, Inmar turned to look at him. This somewhat overweight peripheral intelligence liaison was so plump that it stretched the wrinkles typical of the Dalos people.
This photo, which doesn't quite fit the image of a soldier, now looks so endearing.
It was this guy who painstakingly preserved the distress signal for almost twenty years, which gave him the opportunity.
Yes, an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for promotion.
The position of intelligence chief was undeniably important, but he was already tired of it. He wanted to go further, to gain military or political power, and become a military general or high-ranking political official with a large army in his hands.
It's unlikely that a lowly soldier would keep such information for so long just for fun; perhaps his friends were on the missing small boat, or maybe it was out of a sense of responsibility.
Inmar could even imagine that for seventeen or eighteen years, Bibilut had sent this distress signal to the rescue fleet time and time again, only to be rejected time and time again.
According to military regulations, this falls under the jurisdiction of the rescue fleet, and Bibilut has no right to report it to higher authorities. Moreover, since the five-year record retention period has expired, the rescue fleet must have deleted all the information records of that small hunting boat.
Strictly speaking, Bibilut's continued storage and delivery of this signal data for over five years constitutes a violation of regulations, but he simply did not give up.
The liaison officers for the rescue fleet changed one after another, and this respectable, chubby soldier probably relaxed time and time again until this opportunity finally gave him a sufficient reason to send information to the intelligence center.
The strict military law of the Dalos Empire dictates that if this delivery is not approved, Bibilut's superiors have the right to execute this subordinate who has overstepped his authority.
This is probably why Bibilut has hesitated to report to higher authorities for so many years; after all, with him dead, there would be no hope left for that distress signal.
The fat man looked more and more appealing to Inmarma, who smiled slightly.
Bibi Lute shivered violently. Of course, he had no idea that a small lie he told for his future had been imagined by his superiors and turned into a whole story that could be made into a movie.
He just felt that Commander Inmar's gaze towards him was... so... full of some strange, homoerotic undertones... How terrifying!
Bibilut's fearful and evasive gaze appeared as shyness in Inmarma's eyes.
However, Inmar didn't dwell too much on Bibilut, but continued to think about how to express her discoveries and speculations.
A successful person not only needs to have successful ideas, but also needs to have successful speaking skills to garner support for their ideas.
And he, Gogyinerma, has that ability!
...
Hundreds of light-years away from their spaceship lies the capital planet of Dalos. This is not the home planet of the Dalos people; that planet disappeared into the annals of history during the war against the aberrant beings, and much important data was lost along with it.
At this moment, a certain place in the capital star palace was unusually lively, as several high-ranking officials had arrived at His Majesty the Emperor's holographic conference room.
Inmar's father, the current head of the Gog family, is also on the list. This former finance minister, who no longer holds an official position, was specially summoned to the palace today.
"Your Majesty the Emperor!"
The guards stationed in the holographic conference room saluted their revered emperor, which was also a way of reminding the ministers in the conference room.
Upon entering the conference room, one can see various relevant materials displayed on the central 3D virtual screen, most of which were sent by Inmarma afterward.
His Majesty the Emperor commands great authority, and the ministers remained silent after bowing.
"The Gog family has produced an outstanding soldier. Warsaw, you have a fine son!"
A simple sentence made Inerma's father overjoyed, and his anxiety about entering the palace vanished instantly.
"Two days from now, the head of the military's Third Intelligence Center, Goginerma, will come to give a face-to-face report. He has also brought the custodian of that SOS signal, an equally outstanding Imperial soldier. Now it's time for you to show your value, my ministers!"
His Majesty's words carried a heavy tone, which frightened the ministers so much that they dared not even breathe and could only repeatedly agree.
Warsaw saw everything and felt a bittersweet feeling. His wrinkled, flabby face, aged and worn, looked like a withered chrysanthemum in full bloom.
...
The Alliance has begun contacting the Protoss Protoss and exchanging various information. This tall interstellar race, which likes to call themselves the Gods, is constantly subverting the Alliance's understanding of civilization and technology.
They were clearly familiar with the technologies used by most conventional civilizations, but it was even more obvious that the Protoss possessed a far more incredible technology tree.
Moreover, each of them possesses various amazing abilities, and their physical strength completely exceeds the possibilities of normal calculation.
It's hard to imagine that such muscle density and size could generate the strength that only lifting equipment can achieve.
Furthermore, the Protoss are proficient in what they call psychic powers, and they can even operate without a translator.
Their so-called "cosmic energy" has left various civilizations completely baffled.
Researchers put in a lot of effort to find traces of the so-called "phantom energy," but they made no progress or even grasped the concept. If they hadn't witnessed the Protoss demonstrating the "phantom energy," they would have suspected it was a hoax.
The more I interacted with them, the more curious I became about the Protoss and everything they talked about.
This was a realm they had never encountered before, belonging to the other end of the universe's laws.
...
Upon returning to the capital planet of the Dalos Empire, Inmar and Bibilut had already arrived and received a special audience with His Majesty the Emperor.
In the same royal holographic conference room, Inmar spoke eloquently, clearly articulating the thought system that had gradually been perfected during her journey over the past few days.
From beginning to end, His Majesty the Emperor listened attentively. From the subtle yet constantly flickering light in his pupils, one could tell that his inner shock was no less than that of the ministers.
Inmar's eloquence was undoubtedly excellent. He had anticipated every point of doubt and offered his own thoughts. His presentation, which lasted for 10,000 kel, equivalent to several hours, was not interrupted by anyone.
"Your Majesty, based on my deductions, and in conclusion, it means that 'Siclovis,' and even a considerable number of 'gods' in the universe, may very well have actually existed!"
...
Wu You's remote consciousness was originally observing the Protos space fleet, but the frequent mentions of Siclovis and some divine words by the Dalos Empire made him sense it and "watch" over.
I witnessed a scene that was both funny and sad.
This Gaogeyinerma is truly a remarkable talent; I'd really like to reward him with an "Earth residency permit."
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