Chapter 1229: The fourth natural disaster (eighteen)

As for the plant compatriots... Actually, that's right?
After all, green light reproduces by spores, and there is no life limit. If it is injured or killed in battle, a lot of new green light will grow in the battle site after a certain period of time.
Compared to the fusionist Pao, which has obvious animal characteristics, the green light is more like the original Pao.
But just the similarity of birth and appearance is not enough to make their telepathy connect.
"Uh, what they seem to express, do you understand?" Looking at the vines dancing in ecstasy, the cultural consultant turned to the interpreter and asked.
"I'm sure I felt...goodwill," the translator frowned. "But the frequency of this electrocardiographic induction doesn't match all the frequency bands we have."
"Haha~" The cultural consultant smiled unkindly: "Then you should perform ‘that’?"
"Damn it, I shouldn't have robbed this position at the beginning. If all the aliens had their own language like Ute, it would be great to just decipher and transcode." The translator complained again and took off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves.
"[Can't you hear me?]" The primary group consciousness of Pabao seemed a little anxious: "[Wait for me to adjust the frequency band of telepathy...what are you going to do?]"
The interpreter tentatively walked to the vine closest to her and stretched out his hand. The native Ba Ao child shook his body in doubt, and did not escape and let her hold it.
Hiss - brush -
The slender palm of the translation instantly lost its color and began to deform. Judging from the texture and color, this "hand" is more like a plant than the vine it holds.
"Can you understand what I mean?" The translator narrowed an eye as if not very adaptable to this situation: "We are [Green Light], and our hometown is [Emerald Grassland Planet], coming for [Peace]. "
"[Welcome to you! Friends of the green light!]" The native Paebaou was so excited, the vine shook the translator's hand vigorously.
"Identified the new telepathy waveform, temporarily named it [1296β]," the translator withdrew his "hand", and replied to Pao using telepathy: "Have you received our psychic signal?"
"[Oh, of course, it's very clear! We are born from the same origin! We are not alone!]" The original Paibao started to dance.
"Uh...yes, that's right." The cultural consultant who accessed the telephony channel thought for a while, and decided not to refute this irrelevant question: "This vine... sir, what do you call your ethnic group? And we Where did the previous attack come from?"
"[We, no, I am'Bao',]" the secondary group consciousness responded: "[Unfortunately, all the'vines' you see are all'me'. Before defeating those'mixed monsters', I cannot Let Baao give birth to individual consciousness. Their will is too weak, and they will only be swallowed when encountering a "hybrid monster".]"
"Perhaps you are willing to tell us about those ‘hybrid monsters’?" The cultural consultant immediately started the idiom mode.
"[That's it...]"
'Well? Listening to its meaning, is also ready to "inspire" Pao after awakening to fall into a deep sleep? Worthy of being a degraded version of Solian. ’
[But it is not the true group consciousness of Baao, so if you do it, you may never wake up. If you are lucky, there is a small chance of re-awakening through a lucky Baao someday in the future. 】
‘Then it can definitely do it. ’
[There is no need to use the law of cause and effect, right? 】

"So, we encountered a ‘Gestalt Consciousness’?" Green Light Zero, sitting in the captain’s seat, with his chin in one hand, asked the returning cultural consultant and translator.
Although I really want to vomit this term, judging from the history of the development of green light, they really did not have the environment in which the word "Alaya" was born.
Obviously, even though Seven Colors of Light monitored the entire process of this "meeting", things like telepathy couldn't be photographed, and they had to wait for them to report back.
"Yes, it said that it controls the'Baao' on the entire planet-this should be what they claim to be," the cultural consultant replied: "But currently there is still another half of the Baao on the planet that has become It’s the
mixed monsters
, and it’s them that attacked us. It asks us to help them eliminate those monsters."
"Oh... what do you think?" Zero's green light expression remained unchanged.
"Compared with the ancient civilization that Ute has formed, this new plant civilization that has not yet entered space may become our firm ally after getting our help and entering space. I think it can help them." The cultural consultant replied.
"I don't think it will work!" No. 0 Green Light did not respond, and the military adviser interrupted her first: "You can't assume that they are orthodox just because you contact them first. In fact, they are the ‘rebels’."
"Oh?" The cultural adviser did not directly refute, but looked behind the military adviser: "In other words, during my negotiation, did you have contact with another faction?"
"To be precise, she found us." The military adviser moved half a step, revealing a "tree monster" being followed by two green guards.
"[Are we invaded? Buzz—(Arewebeinginvaded?)]" she said in a weeping voice.
"Are you bullying?" The cultural adviser squinted at the military adviser.
"How did I know? She landed on our spacecraft in a plant vehicle shaped like a dandelion. After being controlled, she kept crying, uh, probably crying?" The military adviser touched the back of her head.
"If there is a language and aerospace technology has been developed, then they really don't look like'monsters'... it's up to you." The cultural consultant turned his head to the side of the translator.
"Hmm, although she does look like a mixture of plants and animals, as long as it is cute, it's okay." The translator smiled, and went forward to "shaking hands" with the little deer-shaped dryad.
The little dryad looked at the changes in the translator's hands, looking shocked and untenable.
"Well, girl, I can understand you now, what can I say?" the translator said gently.
"[For, be afraid of the terrible fury of the forest fawn! (Fearthefearsomefuryoftheforestfawn!)]" Dryad milk said fiercely, staring fiercely.
"What did she say?" Before the translator decoded the transcoding, the other green lights were clearly incomprehensible.
"I feel like a tongue twister..." The translator helped his forehead with his free hand: "Listen to the girl, those vines call themselves'Orthodox Baao' and call you'hybrid monsters'. Should you say something? ?"
"[I, we are all Baao, no one is a monster...]" The Dryad shook his head repeatedly.
Yes, although I don't know what Pamela chose to send her to, as soon as this was said, the negotiation was half done.