Chapter 345: Communication request

"Stop here and observe carefully. Perhaps our harvest this trip will completely shock the entire Moyun and Moyi galaxy!"
Looking at the chaotic universe, the middle-aged man's voice trembled.
The universe is so big that no one can guess how infinite it is.
In such an endless universe of galaxies, the existence of intelligent life, or life, is extremely rare.
Even the Silver Dragon Empire and the Moyi crocodile were separated by more than a thousand star systems.
The two sides fought fiercely for tens of thousands of years, and the wars were fought in each other's barren star system.
Either party has not captured any planet under the absolute occupation and rule of the other party.
Both the Silver Dragon Empire or the Moyi Clan only have the ability to make short-term spatial transitions.
Wormholes are not yet reachable by them, which means that their civilization can only reach certain galaxies, not river systems.
In fact, in the Tianma Yakong River System where the Silver Dragon Empire and the Moge Clan are coexisting, whether there are other wisdom civilizations in it, neither side can be sure.
After all, the Yakong River System is too big, and with the technology of the three-level energy civilization of both sides, it is impossible to explore the entire Yakong River System, let alone the other adjacent river systems.
Under this circumstance, every new life or discovery of intelligent civilization is commendable.
Even a low-level civilization has value worthy of research and exploration for the imperial scientific research institutions. This has been confirmed in biotechnology.
Even seemingly the same living organisms have different genetic structures. For biotechnology, the actual research objects are worth far beyond theories or artificial life organisms in the laboratory.
Just submit the first-hand information of the wormhole, or venture through the wormhole to explore and gather intelligence. As long as all of this is delivered to the empire in its entirety, middle-aged people can fully imagine what honor they will receive.
Any conspiracy. On the premise that it is possible to promote the development of the entire civilization, the ice and snow will melt. Even if this may be small.
"In the other part of the wormhole, there may have long been a powerful civilization that we can't imagine, and it is preparing to invade..."
Seeing the other people getting excited one by one, Blue Fox said coldly.
"Everything is possible, and everything is unavoidable."
The middle-aged man’s mood stabilized, and he immediately issued an order to the fat man, saying:
Let’s launch three detectors and don’t get too close. I want to monitor that area in all directions without blind spots.

Fatty Abel pushed the frame. Replied.
The three circular detectors left the battleship and flew out. Under the reaction of the blue flame from the tail, they kept adjusting their angles and slowly approached the wormhole that was abnormal or invisible in space.
Time passed slowly, and everyone in the main control room looked more nervous than the other. Even the blue fox that seemed indifferent, the green veins on the back of her hand revealed her nervousness.
"It's really a wormhole!"
As the three detectors approached that piece of space, the chaotic void suddenly calmed down. Watching the emergence of a space tunnel that was even more magical than the wormhole imagined by the science fiction show, Fatty Abel exclaimed.
"Abel. Control a probe to go in and take a look."
The middle-aged man's fists clenched, and his voice changed a little.
"Boss, according to Professor Hans's theory. Everything that enters the wormhole is at a special node in time and space. Wouldn't you think that we put a detector in and receive the feedback from it? ?"
Abel was talking, but he flew a probe into the wormhole.
There was no horrible gravitational pull as imagined, and there was no other anomaly. The probe plunged into the wormhole and disappeared.
On the light screen of the main console, there was a detector that was still feeding back information. The signal was suddenly lost.
"Would you like to send the news of the wormhole back, boss. If someone else finds it late, the wormhole will be fine for us."
Scar male cannon stared at the wormhole in the distance. Can't help but say.
"hold on……"
The middle-aged man just spoke, and suddenly his expression froze.
In the dark wormhole filled with a lot of twisted light and shadow, a broken spaceship flew out without warning.
"Alien civilization? But how do I feel the shape and style of this spacecraft, how so familiar!"
The detector floating outside the wormhole clearly showed the spacecraft on the light screen of the main console for the first time. When he was nervous, the fat man urinated and clamped his legs, and his eyes were about to squeeze out.
"There is a logo on the hull. To be precise, it is the Blade-class warship of our Silver Dragon Empire..."
Blue Fox showed an incredible expression.
"There are numbers on the hull, look it up..."
Dodomi's slender head pointed to the hull of the spacecraft that was completely separated from the edge of the wormhole on the light screen.
Only then did Fatty Abel react, and quickly entered the barely identifiable number on the hull into the brain, but an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face in an instant.
"This Warblade-class warship belongs to Karoo. It's no wonder so many people can't find him for so long. It turns out that he and Alice went to another star field!"
"Do you want to do it?"
The Blue Fox subconsciously locked on the very slow war-blade warship far away, and asked in a low voice.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then looked at the fat man and said, "Abel, first detonate the'hidden whisperer' bomb. I want you to make sure that the starry sky within a light-year diameter will not transmit any information."
"Little things, look at me."
Abel rubbed his hands in excitement, and the seemingly fat fingers quickly entered commands on the light screen.
A pitch-black bomb detonated silently as soon as it detached from the hull. Except for the fragments of the bomb, there was no abnormality in the starry sky.
In an instant, when the device on the light screen that represented the normal working of the communicator lit up with red light, the fat Abel looked at the middle-aged man and nodded.
"Can we still talk to them?"
The middle-aged man suddenly remembered something, and asked quickly.
"The'hidden whisperer' bomb we detonated can only affect the over-moment communication. With our distance, electromagnetic signals can be used to communicate without being affected."
Fatty Abel said confidently.
"Okay, send a communication request. Before I do this, I want to know what is going on in the Wormhole! Is Alice still in the battleship now?"
The middle-aged man gave the order, his face full of expectation.
"The communication request has been sent... well, they have accepted it and will appear soon..."
Fatty Abel said excitedly. With the completion of his last action, countless rays of light shot out from the light screen, instantly forming a three-dimensional projection in the void above the console.