Chapter 1841: migrate

From the profound understanding of the ancient heritage and the insights that have just gone along the way, Rex feels that he already knows enough about the "Sarnaga".
Of course, this "understanding" is only limited to their body shape, appearance, and even the character in judgment.
There is nothing to say about body shape and appearance. There are no two people who are exactly the same in this world, but at least in terms of facial features and limbs, unless it is due to congenital disabilities or some acquired reasons, everyone is basically the same.
As for personality, the "Sarnaga" may seem indifferent, but in fact they are arrogant.
This kind of arrogance is different from the arrogance of the "Protoss", the "Protoss" arrogance is innate, as if the clank of pride has been passed down from the genes.
The "Sarnaga clan" is different. Their arrogance is not so sharp, just like the winter plum blossoming in the snow and ice, incompetent but arrogant.
Rex can understand this.
Standing in front of the "Sarnaga", or leading the human civilization of the "Morning Star Federation", they are all experimental products of the "Sarnaga".
The "Protoss" is a little better, the "Sarnaga" only guided their evolution to a certain extent.
Human civilization is even more unbearable. They were completely created by the "Sarnaga".
Therefore, the superiority of the "Sarnaga" is self-evident in front of the "Protoss" or "Sarnaga".
However, at this moment, Rex's brain was blank, and his whole person completely froze.
In front of him and the "prophet", there was a man sitting at a table not far from them.
To be precise, it was someone who did not seem to have much contact with the "Sarnaga".
His head is a bit pointed, and there is no longer a ball of pitch black in his eye sockets, but there are a pair of blood-red eyes.
His nose is very strong, but he has three nostrils.
Then there is his mouth, which is long and wide, almost pulling under the fleshy ears.
His complexion is not pale, and a layer of fine scales can be seen on the surface of the keratinized skin.
Only these can be seen, the black robe covers his body, but no more details can be seen.
"I am a Protoss prophet, and this is also my name."
"The great leader of the creation clan, the prophet, on behalf of the Protoss clan, expresses high respect to you."
After performing one of the oldest noble etiquettes, the "Prophet" did not stand stupidly like Rex, as if he had not seen anything unusual, he bowed and said in a respectful tone.
"This is the Protoss..."
At this time, the ancient mother tongue of the not-so-standard "Protoss" rang.
Rex seemed to have just seen it, right next to the tentacle monster that he was not sure whether it was a "Sarnaga" or not.
The thick and wet tentacles staggered across the ground, and Nemo walked to the side of the "Prophet".
The agile eyes glanced at him, Nemo shook his head, then walked to Rex's body, and then waved his tentacles and leaned towards him.
The body tensed, Rex wanted to move, but finally did not dare to move.
The tentacles touched his side, to be precise, touched his cheeks exposed outside the helmet.
Only this time, Rex felt that the "ghost energy" of his physical strength was like a lake where rocks fell, shaking slightly.
"Just like you, did you dare to drive a primitive warship to attack us?"
Nemo's smart eyes showed a contemptuous expression, and then walked back.
"Do you think it is your Protoss or our Sarnagar tribe that caused the current situation?"
Just as Nemo walked back, Salmon spoke suddenly.
"The Protoss is not wrong, nor is the great creator."
"There is nothing wrong with the Zerg race. Their existence is to constantly evolve and grow."
"This is on different life planets, and similar scenes are constantly being staged every day."
"It's just that the Zerg regards the universe as a planet."
"The Prophet" bent down and said humbly.
"If your ancestors had the same knowledge as you, you might not have to face the troubles now."
Salmon said indifferently indifferently.
The fists in the tough gloves were clenched, and if he could, Rex would definitely not hesitate to smash this man's hateful face with an iron fist.
"Yes, the Protoss originally attacked you."
"Yes, you abandoned us disappointedly, and finally found the primitive Zerg clan."
"But the culprit responsible for all this is you, not our Protoss."
Roaring in his heart, Rex didn't mention any movements, but he controlled his expression well.
"We don't have the ability to reverse time, so there is nothing we can do about what has happened."
"Now, the most important thing is to solve the Zerg."
"Great creators, your home planet has fallen."
"Similarly, the home planet of our Protoss has also fallen."
"This time, the Protoss will definitely stand behind the great creators."
"We will support you until we kill the Zerg master and kill all the bugs."
Obviously, he didn't want to be entangled in the past, the "Prophet" said.
"Evacuate from the star field of the Morning Star Federation."
"At the edge of the triangle, there is a Grid star system named by the Morning Star Federation."
"According to the time unit of the Morning Star Federation, I will give you three days to immediately move from the Merco star system to the Grid star system."
"After three days, we will start operations."
"If you have not evacuated by then, you will also be part of the plan."
Salmon didn't dwell on the past anymore, and said straightforwardly.
"Okay, we will do it right away."
"Although the three-day time is a bit tight, based on the transmission prism technology, we can definitely accomplish it."
The "Prophet" answered without hesitation.
"Let's go."
Salmon said and waved.
Bowing, the "Prophet" turned and wanted to leave with Rex.
But at the moment of turning around, he hesitated, but after all he took Rex out.
Outside the door, the person who brought them over was already waiting there.
With the "Prophet" and Rex, he began to walk the way.
The seemingly muddy eyes flickered slightly, and the "Prophet" noticed it. Just when the door was opened, the "Sarnaga" people at the door clearly saw their leader.
In other words, the "leader" who is completely different from all other "Sarnaga" people is at least not a secret among the "Sarnaga".
However, the "Prophet" could not understand why there was such a situation-a weird person who was not a "Sarnaga" ruled this powerful race.