It had a strong abyssal reaction, and its surface was covered in an unnerving dark-red paint. To a mortal, a mere glance at it would be enough to cause evil thoughts to invade one's mind. Even a mere touch would cause one to instantly become a mutated monster. This was the impression that the Fallen Apostle's spaceship gave to many. The equipment used by the New Empire's Abyssal Independent Legion had already been purified, but to most people, they were still dangerous things that they should not even look at if they were not resolute enough. And now, these ships that had just arrived from the Abyss naturally carried an unprecedentedly strong aura of danger, one that was even denser and more dangerous. The automatic detection system of the Deep Submersible Port had already sent out several alarms. If not for the Deep Submersible Port's mainframe suppressing the automatic defense and counterattack system, the entire port would have been bombarded by cannons.
In order to welcome these special 'visitors', Tarver had set up a relatively small spaceport in the empty space far away from the many sensitive facilities in the deep submersible port. Keeping this spaceport far away from other facilities was an instinctive precaution against the Abyss, and it was also to prevent the presence of pollution from damaging the sensitive facilities here or disrupting the daily recording work of the Abyssal Gate. The Abyss Xi Ling understood this arrangement very well.
Three large transport spaceships and a group of smaller spaceships slowly docked next to the small spaceport. Immediately, a large group of flashing blue droids and engineering probes swarmed out of the spaceport to conduct routine inspections. According to the agreed procedure, the spaceships from the Abyss opened all the main and secondary passageways to facilitate the boarding and inspection of the Imperial Army. Soon, a special force commander sent a message. "Your Majesty, we have scanned the cargo, and it matches the list. We have also made contact with the personnel on the spaceships. Err … the process was smooth. "
I looked at the holographic projection in front of me. The communicator showed that the special force commander was an Imperial Army man covered from head to toe in light armor. A black streamlined mask obscured his expression, but I could hear from his slightly echoing voice that he seemed to be stuck in the second half of the sentence. I could not help but laugh. "You guys didn't fight, did you?"
"No." The commander of the special forces moved aside so that the probe could see his surroundings. It looked like the control center of a spaceship, and the spacious and bright hall was similar to the layout of the Empire's battleships. The only difference was that many of the equipment were flickering in the unique dark red of mutated psionic energy. There were quite a number of people in the control center. They were the spaceship's crew. In our words, they were the Fallen Apostles. The rest were the Empire's soldiers who had boarded the spaceship for inspection. However, the two groups of people who would usually fight to the death when they met were now standing together peacefully. This scene was simply …
Well, I could tell from the video that the atmosphere was not very harmonious, but there was no sign of a fight at all. This was the excellence of the Shiring Apostles. They had hatred and anger, but they were more rational and obedient. In short, it was good that they did not fight.
At the same time, I also found out why the commander at the scene was stuck in his speech.
"You see, I am very sincere." Abyss Schilling's voice came from the side. "The spaceship has the research materials and the various facilities that you want, including the small laboratory, which I have packed and sent over. It is in the hyperspace garage. There are also some extremely large facilities that cannot be transported by transport ships. After a while, I will use the World Gate to send them over as a whole. In addition, there are 120 elite scientists and thousands of assistant researchers on the spaceship. They are my elite research team. Of course, not all of them. I do not intend to transfer all of the research work from the Abyss to your side. The one leading the team is an Emperor-level Apostle, Evanthain Renekton. He is one of the most influential warlords in the Abyss. He has a considerable understanding of the bridge project. I know that an interactive interface like me has limited weight in the City of Shadows, so you can consider him as half a hostage. That is, if you do not mind that this hostage has a higher combat power. "
Evanthain Renekton? Renekton was also a very famous emperor in the old Empire era. I had heard this name from Sandora and Pandora. It was said that his glorious starship, the Evanthain Core of Order, was also a famous strategic fortress in the old Empire. However, his former reputation and identity were not important now. He was only here as a negotiator and a "hostage."
After two processes of equipment scanning and boarding inspection, the three transport ships and all the small spaceships were marked as "safe." Then, Tawil's engineering team cooperated with the Fallen Apostle's escort team to receive the items placed in the warehouse. The research facilities had to be dealt with simply first, neutralizing the abyssal aura on them before they could be transported to the deep submersible port. Otherwise, they would not be able to be activated and compatible with normal Schilling equipment. This was not a problem with the nature of the energy. The compatibility of the origin energy ore could not solve this problem.
While the goods were being transferred to the processing facilities, the guests from the Abyss region arrived at the central assembly hall of the spaceport under the watchful eyes of countless people. They met with their "boss" and the host of this place, which was me.
Halland, Abyss Schilling, and I quickly met with the leader of this group.
Several Fallen Apostles dressed in white researchers' robes stood in front of the teleportation device in the center of the assembly hall. They seemed to be the high-ranking leaders of the research team. Standing in front of them were two young men of similar height, appearance, and clothing. The two men wore the uniforms of high-ranking commanders. They were well-built, had jet-black short hair, slightly tanned skin, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge. They gave off a calm and reserved temperament. They should be the commanders of this fleet.
In front of the two men who looked like twins stood the overall commander of these Fallen Apostles. He was a tall man who looked about the same height as Halland, but his figure was obviously much thinner. This tall and thin man, who was obviously the person in charge, had a head of gray short hair and pale skin. He had the same gray pupils and a meticulous, old-fashioned, and strict face. The tall and thin man wore a very ordinary Imperial Army uniform. There wasn't even an insignia on his uniform that represented his military rank or rank. This was either the most ordinary characteristic of a mass-produced soldier who had just stepped off the production line, or the highest leader of the Empire — the latter didn't need to wear an identity tag on him at all times.
He obviously belonged to the second type. This was the Fallen Emperor from the Abyss region, Evansion Renekton. He didn't seem to have anything special about him. He was a serious man with a reserved temperament. Although he had a strong military temperament, there was still a hint of a scholarly general about him.
"Evansion, long time no see." Halland had a calm expression on her face. Although she had been wearing a poker face, she still had to step forward and greet him. "I didn't expect to see you again under such circumstances."
"I feel the same." The Fallen Emperor named Evansion had no expression on his face. It was unknown whether he was born with facial paralysis or the awkward situation before him made him unable to smile. He nodded at Halland as a form of greeting, then looked at Abyss Schilling. "According to your order, we've sent people and supplies. As you expected, we encountered the New Army's telemetry station, but there was no conflict."
Evansion had a zombie-like face when he spoke to his boss. It seemed that he was really born with facial paralysis.
"Their leader is the crazy part of me, but she's not stupid." Abyss Schilling smiled. It seemed that the situation in the Abyss was really turbulent. "Intercepting the old army's transport ships on 'that' route is not worth the risk. She won't take the risk. But next time, it's best to let the second batch of transport ships use the backup route. If there are too many unusual movements, the New Army will be alerted. When they find out what you're transporting to the Empire, they'll fight to the death. "
Finally, the Fallen Emperor turned to them and nodded slightly. There was no intimacy, but at least there was no obvious hostility. "Nice to meet you, Head of the New Empire. I'm Evansion Renekton, the Emperor of the Empire. I'm the Emperor of the Empire, Evansion Renekton. I've been ordered to carry out the handover of supplies and personnel. I hope our cooperation goes smoothly. "
Abyss Schilling was undoubtedly the first negotiator, so Evansion could only be considered as the second. The tone of the Fallen Emperor's voice was completely businesslike and carried out with a mission. Although it was a little unreasonable, it had to be admitted that this attitude at least made both sides less awkward. His last sentence was also a little interesting. He wished for our cooperation to go smoothly, but he didn't optimistically say "Happy cooperation" …
"Yes, I hope our cooperation goes smoothly." I nodded at the other party with a stern expression. Then, I rubbed my forehead and turned to Abyss Schilling. "I'm feeling really strange right now. This is the first time in my life that I'm talking to the Fallen Apostle so calmly face to face. Furthermore, it's in a state that hasn't undergone any 'purification'. In the past, when we met, we would fight to the death, but now, we have to cooperate … Tsk tsk, it's completely different from when I'm facing you."
"Although I'm the ruler of the Abyss, I can only present myself as an interactive interface in front of you. Thus, I don't have any Abyssal reaction. On the other hand, my node is an actual entity that has an Abyssal reaction, so it's normal for you to feel uncomfortable." Abyss Schilling didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this. "In short, it's fine as long as it doesn't affect our cooperation. Now, as you can see, even the Defilers are able to completely control their actions and communicate rationally with others. I think this also proves my theory: My Empire is only carrying out the 'preliminary work' for the sake of the great cause. The Abyss doesn't only have lunatics. Yes, at least they can maintain their rationality when I give them an order. "
I looked at the zombie-faced Ivanthain and rubbed my forehead in distress again. Abyss Schilling was right. It seemed that as long as she gave the order, the Fallen Apostles would be able to control themselves. (Of course, there was no lack of completely uncontrollable lunatics. I've met many of these irrational fellows) But, could she send someone who was easier to communicate with over? I'm not good at talking to people with facial paralysis, okay …
The transfer process was uneventful. After all the goods and personnel were transferred, the three Fallen Apostle transport ships returned to the Abyss through the World Gate. These ships weren't included in the list of 'resources'. However, the small spaceships that came with the fleet were left behind. These Abyss Patrol Ships were to be used as research materials for the New Empire.
Facial paralysis Ivanthain was a fellow who basically didn't speak or show any expression, so I didn't waste time on pleasantries with him. Instead, I was interested in the Fallen Apostle scientists and military officers that he brought with him. I chatted with them for a while and was able to confirm one thing: As long as I didn't discuss sensitive issues such as the development prospects of the Abyss Empire, the routes of the old and new Empire, the expansion of the Abyss, and Abyss Schilling's policies, these Fallen Apostles were no different from normal people!
They could also communicate calmly with you, debate questions logically, and discuss their viewpoints with others with reason and evidence. Among them, there were a few scientists who had a sense of humor. The two Fallen Apostle generals who looked like twins were even more gentle fellows. They especially liked to discuss Ivanthain's facial paralysis with others.
"His Majesty Ivanthain smiled once twenty-seven years ago," one of the generals said.
"You must have remembered wrongly. The last time His Majesty smiled was eighty-eight years ago. Twenty-seven years ago, he expressed surprise," another general promised me solemnly.
It seemed that this facial paralysis was even more serious than Pandora's!
The basic situation was like this: It was the first time I came into contact with a Fallen Apostle outside of the battlefield. It was the first time I didn't speak to him with the mentality of fighting to the death. It was the first time I saw a Abyss Defiler who didn't have any crazy tendencies. All of these feelings were novel. I had to admit that in the past few years, the Empire didn't seem to have thought about understanding the Fallen Apostles in depth. Apart from analyzing their fighting style and troop deployment, as well as formulating battle plans one after another, we never invested too much energy into understanding the Fallen Apostles' way of thinking, personality changes, and psychological patterns. It was to the extent that seeing two Fallen Apostles joking around with each other would cause me and the other soldiers of the Empire to be indescribably shocked.
I temporarily moved to the side and silently pondered over the deep enlightenment this novel experience brought me. Abyss Schilling silently followed behind me. "Actually, this is very normal. Did you see those scientists? A pure crazy, illogical individual wouldn't be able to continue their research work. There are also those officers. If they can't ensure that their thinking is clear, rational, and rigorous, then even if the Abyss' strength was increased by several times, they would still be easily defeated by your people's tactics. That is why many of the Defilers are very clear-headed. This is the effect of your incomplete purification back then. Of course, the Abyss also has crazy fellows who have completely lost their minds, but they can only be controlled by rational high-level Apostles, becoming cannon fodder, also known as' Lacerators'. Those who are clear-headed rule, and those who are completely brainless can only be treated as a monster army. This is the rule of our place. "
"Then what exactly is the difference between you and the normal Shiring Apostles?" I frowned, not daring to believe that the Fallen Apostles who were crazy from head to toe in the eyes of the New Empire were actually no different from our own people. "I have transformed many Fallen Apostles. At that time, I did not seriously analyze their thinking patterns under the Defiler state, but their insanity is obvious."
"They will lose control in battle, and the lower the level of the individual, the more so." Abyss Schilling sighed. "Whether you believe it or not, I have also been researching ways to solve this problem. After all, a more rational army can be stronger, and we ourselves don't like to become crazy. As for the divergence … it's still the same, we have different goals. The concept of good and evil is only meaningful from a certain standpoint. It's just that you represent a higher order, the mainstream faction in the Void. That's why you're seen as' good ', that's all. "
After a short pause, Abyss Schilling finished his sentence. "Now that we have a truce, you can see the peaceful side of communication, and the rational and friendly side of the Defilers. But if we were to start a war again one day, you would still see a group of frenzied enemies — of course, I believe that you can also think of this."
I nodded and didn't say anything else.
We didn't waste too much time at the border. After completing the handover and the initial purification, we brought the large batch of resources to the Deep Submergence Harbor. Sandora was already waiting there, and Icetis and Tawil (main body) were with her. Tawil had to be present as the chief scientist, and Icetis was here to join in the fun.
"Two comprehensive laboratories with a full set of scientific research materials and supporting personnel, three sets of Deep Submergence Simulator and Abyssal Erosion Observation Device, twenty-six verification spaceships that can continuously travel in the shallow regions of the Abyss, a new type of suppression tower and corresponding production …"
In the observation hall on the upper level of the Deep Submergence Harbor's control platform, Tawil's eyes shone as he confirmed the list in front of him one by one. In the dark space outside, a large number of engineering robots were nervously and orderly delivering the strange equipment created by the Fallen Apostles to the predetermined locations and anchoring them. The huge laboratories and units were like floating mountains in space, guided by tractor beams into the engineering frames or calibration devices that had been prepared in advance, and were firmly fixed on them. The Deep Submergence Harbor had been undergoing an expansion in the past two days. Now, not only had the scale greatly increased, but large areas of reserved areas were also left. In these reserved areas, you could see the planned metal nodes. These were the "frames" that would be used to calibrate the Abyss equipment, Star Territory equipment, and Huron equipment. Now that the first batch of equipment from the Abyss had arrived, a quarter of the functional areas around the Deep Submergence Harbor were gradually being filled.
Of course, due to the vastness of space, no matter how large the equipment was, it was impossible for it to reach the level of a planet. Thus, from here, the facilities in space were still rather sparse. Only the powerful light screen created by the photon generator outlined the future appearance of this space base in the darkness. Even though it wasn't completed yet, it was already quite grand.
Thinking about how there would be top-notch research and development facilities from the Star Territory and Huron Protoss in the future, as well as the endless knowledge that would be displayed in front of her, Tawil's motivation was unprecedentedly high. To be more specific, she actually started to hum softly after she finished checking the list … I was almost shocked by her!
After confirming the list of resources, Sandora came before the representatives of the Fallen Apostles. She stood beside me with a curious expression on her face. "Ivanthain? I thought you were already dead. According to the information I have, your Heaven Zone is very close to the explosion point back then. "
"Ivanova was with me at the time. Her Glory Starship allowed the two of us to survive the first wave of impact." Ivanthain nodded and continued to answer with a straight face.
"Ivanova's Glory Barrier, huh … I never thought that she would be alive. I hope to meet her again in the future." A nostalgic expression appeared on Sandora's face. However, it seemed that she wasn't very familiar with Ivanthain, so we didn't chat much. In the end, her attention was still focused on the flashing lights in outer space.
A moment later, Sandora's deep voice sounded in my ears. "Very soon, the Protoss equipment will be in place. This might be the last major thing that we do before the Void Cataclysm descends. I hope that everything goes smoothly."
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