While Han Lang was risking his life to survive, something significant was happening outside of the Milky Way Galaxy.
The huge three-eyed fleet was moving toward the core area of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Except for battleships, there were many support ships, such as engineering ships, mining ships, smelting ships, logistics ships, etc.
After all, the entire three-eyed race was moving together, and all the daily necessities of the fleet, such as engineering machines and docks that were used to build aircraft carriers, to chocolate, toilet paper, and toothpaste, had to be produced while the fleet was moving.
The Three-eyed Race, who thought that they were noble, disdained such low-level production jobs. The intelligent robots that could take on such jobs were not trustworthy to the Three-eyed Race. Therefore, the jobs that no Three-eyed Race was willing to do fell on the shoulders of humans.
Yes, the Three-Eyed Race lied. When they left the Milky Way Galaxy, they didn't kill all the humans. Instead, they killed the more rebellious humans and kept the cowardly and weak ones as their slaves.
In the three eras that the fleet had been traveling in the universe, these humans had been living at the bottom of the fleet. They were either cleaning toilets or manufacturing everything that the Three-Eyed Race needed in the factories. In short, humans existed in the Three-Eyed Race's fleet, but what they did was the most lowly work that had nothing to do with technology.
-The industrial battleship YZ1579 was a support ship that was responsible for producing all kinds of daily chemical products.
-The bottom of the Rose Shampoo Factory.
Hundreds of humans were busy working. According to the needs of the fleets, they put the goods of Chambord into different containers, and each container was labeled with the name of the recipient.
Every hour, small cargo spaceships would arrive at the factory, and these small cargo spaceships would deliver the resources that the fleets needed to the destination while the fleets were warping.
Bam!
After the containers were organized, the human slaves got to rest while they waited for the cargo spaceships to pick up the goods. They had to work for 12 hours a day, and they didn't get a single day off. This was the tragic fate of the human slaves.
Most of the human slaves were exhausted. The most painful part of long-term high-intensity work was not only physical fatigue but also mental stress. A hopeless life was unbearable, and people committed suicide almost every week.
The ruler of the Three-Eyed Race even issued a law called the system of association. If a slave in the working group committed suicide, one of the slaves in the working group who did not commit suicide would be chosen by drawing lots and executed.
In this way, the suicide rate was indeed reduced by a lot. This was because the human race had nothing left under the oppression of the Three-Eyed Race. The only thing left was friendship that was worth cherishing. If they committed suicide, they would kill their colleagues and friends in the working group. The kind humans did not wish to see such an outcome. They could only continue to endure the inhuman pain day after day.
Every working group was made up of twelve humans, and they would gather together during their break. Two people in one of the groups came to a narrow porthole and looked at the beautiful spiral arms of the Milky Way in the distance. They were mesmerized, and there seemed to be tears in their eyes.
They were two old men, twins. They were not young anymore, but they were the most capable people in the entire working group, or even the entire workshop. While they were doing their own work, they even had the spare energy to help those young people who should have been strong and healthy.
Moreover, they hardly slept. Whenever the workers were tired and lying in bed after a day's work, they could always be seen communicating, but strangely, no one could hear their voices.
Of course, the workers could not hear it, because it was an Origin Sound Transmission. Only experts who had reached the level of War God could use such a skill.
And these two energetic, tireless twins were the Lesriley brothers, who had been separated from Han Lang back then. As the elite War Gods of the Milky Way, they were right under the Three-Eyed Race's nose. This was probably something the Three-Eyed Race would never have dreamed of.
Two years ago, the incomparably brave exploration team had disappeared from the ruins. The Lesriley brothers had been sucked into the chaos of space and time. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves near the wreckage of a crashed mining ship.
This ship had the mark of the Three-Eyed Race. It had crashed in an accident while mining. Most of the miners were humans, and there were heavy casualties.
The Lesriley brothers were not stupid. They knew that there was no way to fight against the Three-Eyed Race, so they mixed in with the surviving human miners, took off their battle uniforms, and changed into workers' clothes, hiding everything that could prove their identity.
But it turned out that there was no need at all.
The Three-Eyed Race looked down on humans. They had never thought that these human slaves would rebel. All gifted babies were executed by the Three-Eyed Race after birth, leaving only the stupidest, stupidest, and least gifted humans.
As for the management of these human slaves, it was also extensive. It was like a careless rancher raising a flock of sheep. He only knew that the sheep were grazing there, but he did not know how many sheep there were, nor did he know if there were any big bad wolves mixed in with the sheep.
Unknowingly, the Lesriley brothers had become slaves, and they were slaves of the Three-Eyed Race that they hated the most.
With great determination and forbearance, the Lesriley brothers endured two whole years of painful torture. Finally, they saw the beautiful spiral arms in the Milky Way. The Milky Way was like a silver whirlpool, quietly and slowly spinning.
"It's been two years, and we finally see the Milky Way again! I wonder how our family is doing, and if the children have grown taller, "Riley said through Origin Energy voice transmission.
Looking into the distance, Rice said in a low voice, "I want to know what kind of preparations the Milky Way has made, and if it has the ability to fight against the Three-Eyed Race's army. The longer I stay here, the more I realize that the Three-Eyed Race is probably an opponent that we humans can't defeat."
Riley gritted his teeth. "No matter what, we have to send out the information we've accumulated over the past two years."
"It's very difficult," Lesriley said. "Unless we use force to seize control of this starship. Even so, the Three-Eyed Race's communication rights are strictly restricted, and it's still difficult for us to send out the information.
"And once we use force, our identity will be exposed. This ship has no military power, and there are only some slaves living on it. With the Three-Eyed Race's ruthless methods, they will open fire without hesitation. Not long after we riot, they will sink this ship. That way, not only will we die, but our human compatriots will also die."
Riley let out a long breath. "It's indeed difficult, but we have to make a decision. The Milky Way needs us!"
Just as Lesriley and Riley were hesitating, the Three-Eyed Race's supervisor suddenly asked the slaves to gather.
Soon, the new factory manager was introduced. Due to the impending war, the entire Three-Eyed Race had been mobilized. The previous factory manager had some combat power, and he was added to the advance force from the production line.
Whoosh ~
After seeing the new factory manager, Lesriley and Riley were both surprised. They knew this person; it was Arthur! Hellhound Arthur! He was known as the best scout in the Milky Way! An immortal scout!
He didn't die, and the Three-Eyed Race recognized him as one of their own. He became the manager of this Rose Shampoo factory!
Hellhound Arthur looked very different from before. There were a few obvious scars on his face, and one of them happened to be on his forehead; it looked like he failed to open his third eye.
Arthur's left hand was missing two fingers, and he walked with a limp. It was obvious that this immortal dog was disabled. However, he really didn't die; he didn't die!
Lesriley and Riley were extremely excited, and they looked up at the stage. However, Arthur acted like he didn't see them at all, and he scolded the human slaves in a strict voice to work harder. Riley couldn't help but cough, but Arthur raised his hand and whipped his face with a laser. Blood immediately flowed out.
"You lowly humans! Use your hard work to help the Protoss achieve supreme glory; that is the only value in your lives! Now, all of you, go back to work! I hereby announce that from today onwards, the working hours will be extended by four hours! " Arthur announced the decision to extend the working hours like a cruel slave owner. War was approaching, and the Three-Eyed Race was working at full speed.
The human slaves realized that the new manager was probably even worse, but they were already numb to it, and they could only endure it.
Riley returned to his post. After being whipped by Arthur, he felt like his heart was bleeding. The two brothers had endured for two whole years, not for themselves, but for the Milky Way! For their beloved home!
Arthur's whip pulled them back from their fantasy to reality.
"Did Arthur lose his memory?" Riley whispered to Lesriley using Source Energy.
Lesriley didn't know the reason, so he could only sigh.
Hellhound Arthur was the new manager, and he taught a few disobedient workers a lesson. However, he seemed to be purposely avoiding Lesriley and Riley, and he didn't come to where they were.
"We have to believe in Arthur," Lassie said. "This old dog is still alive, not because of how strong he is, but because of his sensitive sense of smell. He has never been wrong. There must be a special reason why he did not acknowledge us."
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