The mining frigates also observed the movements of those strange yet beautiful fighter jets.
"They are dragging out the airships of the monstrous civilization."
"It seems they intend to reclaim it; they probably want to study the technology of the aberrant civilization."
The alien commander's compound eyes, filled with countless crystals, gleamed with a thoughtful light.
"How many alien warships has the Alliance captured so far, and how much technical data have they obtained?"
Crew members immediately began the search.
"Sir, the Alliance has obtained 160 relatively complete ship types of aberrant civilizations to date, totaling 3,420 ships. There are thousands of aberrant beast types and other aberrant entity data categories, not to mention countless other data."
Upon hearing this data, the commander was slightly surprised, because in the battles he commanded, he had hardly seen any intact ships of the aberrant civilization, and those that were not completely destroyed mostly managed to escape.
However, he quickly understood when he thought about the frequency and lengthy duration of the alliance's battles against the abominations.
If the quality is insufficient but the quantity is plentiful, there will always be some accumulation over time.
However, some of these materials are likely to be depreciated "antiques".
Looking at the battle in that part of the universe, the intensity had begun to decrease, and the resistance of the aberrant beings was gradually becoming weaker and weaker.
It won't be long before this one-sided massacre comes to an end.
After reaching this conclusion, the alien commander suddenly felt it was somewhat absurd and for a moment wondered if he was dreaming.
The original last resort was a biomimetic interference field generator in the ship's sealed compartment. When the ship's protective shield had low energy, it would break into the swarm of aberrant creatures and detonate them directly.
Although soldiers sometimes call him cold-blooded behind his back, commanders also have feelings.
He also thought of his family, his nineteen wives and more than sixty children, many of whom were still in the cocoon stage, and he thought he would never see them hatch.
"It's so good to be alive!"
The commander couldn't help but murmur aloud, which drew a knowing smile from his adjutant not far behind him.
In any case, at least those powerful fleets calling themselves Protoss wouldn't kill them.
The battle ended faster than expected. Soon after, the Protos space fleet moved forward as a whole, approaching the location of the aberrant entity.
Inside the recovery vessel 002, the technical engineers in charge of the operation calculated the data and sent confirmation information.
"Recovery operation begins. All technical departments open the recovery chambers and prepare for psionic transmission."
Upon receiving the order, at the core of the work ship, a little fairy flew out from its resting platform, flapping its wings and beginning to wave its limbs and manipulate psionic circuits.
When all the symbols outside the opposite cabin lit up, the soldiers in the entire spaceship clearly felt the spaceship pause for a moment.
The fairy gestured an OK sign to the technician, who understood and reported back.
"Transmission array connection complete."
About ten seconds later, it was as if a giant black hole had opened up in front of the numerous recovery ships, creating a vacuum cleaner effect.
As the recovery ship advanced, countless cosmic dust particles and fragments of aberrant organisms surged towards the spaceship.
Since there is no air in the universe, the principle of a real vacuum cleaner would not work.
This is a similar application of gravity, but it is essentially based on the spacetime principle generated by psychic energy.
The remains of these cosmic aberrations are scattered over a wide area, but they are gradually moving towards the location of the recovery ships, as are the blood mist in space.
The vacuum temperature was low, and some of the blood had even turned into dark red ice crystals, while some of the wreckage was as big as half a work ship.
However, the warhead of the spacecraft also has some kind of crushing or compression function, so the debris often disappears directly when it gets close.
The knowledgeable crew members of the alien escort fleet were once again shocked.
These recovery ships are only about the size of one of their regular frigates, several times larger than small patrol boats.
Leaving aside the incredibly strong cosmic attraction that resembled a tractor beam but was actually incomprehensible, it was already astonishing enough in the initial stages.
But can you guys be reasonable? These recovery ships are so small, how can they suck up corpses that are far too large?
Even if it's doubled, doubled, or even ten times more, you can still comfort yourself with compression technology.
But is that ten times? It's like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.
"Sir, I've recorded all the data!"
The adjutant loosened his uniform. He was a Mosuo, and unlike the commander, he had sweat glands.
“Very good... Minter, what kind of technology do you think this is? Did they directly decompose the remains into a microscopic state?”
The adjutant was highly educated and had studied many sciences, so he wasn't surprised that the commander asked him this question. But it was precisely because he knew so much about science that he was even more apprehensive.
It is fear, not surprise. Some similar theoretical systems have been proposed by scientists before, but they are all in the realm of unrealistic assumptions. However, we have seen real applications, and even applications of higher-level systems.
In a sense, it's like seeing "God".
"Sir, your guess has some merit, but I think it's unlikely. They..."
"The Protos... they may have mastered the technology of time and space!"
The commander frowned, his degenerated tentacles above his compound eyes creased, and turned to look at his excellent adjutant, whom he had always been very satisfied with.
Suddenly noticing that the latter was drenched in sweat, even though he didn't have sweat glands, he still knew this basic fact, which indicated that the adjutant was very nervous or excited.
"You mean, the technology used by high-level Alliance capital ships to create temporary space nodes?"
"No, sir, these are different..."
The adjutant didn't know how to explain, so he could only try to organize his thoughts.
"While the Alliance's stargate technology is indeed impressive, it is merely a rudimentary application of spatial power. If we compare natural nodes to shortcuts carved out by mountain streams, then our stargate technology is like a tunnel or mountain path we've carved ourselves, and we still have to worry about collapses and instability..."
"This Protoss's technology, so portable it's practically like a spaceship... it's more like they've moved mountains..."
...
Two days later, somewhere in the universe in the central region of the Advanced Civilization Alliance, an alarm blared loudly inside an observation and monitoring satellite.
"Warning: The spatial confinement device is overloaded. Warning: The spatial confinement device is overloaded..."
The two sentry observers, who had been asleep, frantically wriggled out of their bedrooms, their soft, pliable feet and bulky bodies making them look somewhat comical.
"What's going on? The monstrous creatures have attacked! System, tell me the exact coordinates!"
"Unable to calculate, please stabilize the regional spatial confinement device as soon as possible."
"Beep beep~ The area space confinement device has failed."
As the device malfunctioned, the alarm stopped because the outpost's scanning device detected nothing, and everything seemed perfectly safe.
The eerie silence caused the two sentries to ooze slime from head to toe, but they continued their work without stopping, having already sent an emergency notification to headquarters.
"Received a communication request from the Mining Escort Fleet 301."
The sudden system notification startled them both.
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