Chapter 733: Chapter 610: Lynn, the Governor-General of the Magic Empire Galaxy!
Under the powerful analytic capabilities of the cerebral computer, the transmitted image information swiftly appeared as a three-dimensional projection within the Disc Conference Room.
Interstellar spacecrafts forever serve as benchmarks for a civilization’s technology, and from the power systems, exterior design, to material application, one can often infer the scientific and technological depth of a civilization.
The exteriors of the two spacecraft sent for negotiations resembled gigantic rhombic fortresses, with intricately carved patterns on their shells that appeared to be arranged systematically and were clearly not merely decorative.
As for their purpose, a group of scientific researchers had discussed for several atomic hours without figuring it out, and even the material used for the spacecraft’s hull was completely unknown…
These two ships had been specially modified over the past month to prepare for this negotiation, coated with a special layer 30 centimeters thick, made from magigold mined from exotic lands.
This magical material was also extraordinary. Although it was not as hard, radiation-resistant, or pressure-tolerant as the original hull metal, it was hundreds of times stronger than ordinary steel. Most importantly, its high mana conductivity, combined with the Array developed by Vittorio, could completely block various types of ray scanning.
The continued failings in the fields of materials and alchemy provoked a strong sense of defeat among the spacecraft designers from the geometric civilization, with the only thing they could understand being the designs on the exterior.
“I speculate they might have placed a curvature generator at both the front and back ends, forming a ‘compressing front and expanding rear’ U-shaped curvature space, propelling the spacecraft forward…”
A designer, who bore a striking resemblance to a ring, quickly made guesses based on the spacecraft’s shape and the space wave data transmitted, but found the structure of these two ships utterly baffling.
According to the cerebral computer’s analysis, the most energy-efficient and rational shape for a curvature spacecraft would be a tapered form, larger at the front than at the back, which they had envisioned for their new warships as well.
However, a civilization possibly from a higher dimension would clearly not make such rudimentary mistakes; the choice of a rhombic hull must carry profound significance.
Given their double failures in materials and alchemy, no designer dared suggest that the opposing spacecraft’s design had significant flaws, which would only have invited ridicule.
They couldn’t understand it, and there was only one possibility, that a significant technological gap had emerged between the two sides…
Amid the intense debates of the spacecraft designers, a spectrum of colors flickered throughout the Disc Conference Room, and a variety of quirky propositions were raised.
For instance, one designer believed that the deliberate rhombic structure might be meant to carry a specific type of weapon or house a long-range track accelerator.
Some geometric aliens put forward a new idea: could it be possible that the curvature spacecraft was rhombic simply because the higher civilization liked that shape, just as they liked circles…
Compared to the designers who were fervently pondering the spacecraft’s structure, the geometric aliens who had become captives at the other end of the galaxy faced even greater pressure, escorted by the two curvature spacecraft to their destination—the Moon!
This was a desolate moon, devoid of massive cities or any protective measures, with nothing but barren land as far as the eye could see.
“Is this the satellite prison you constructed?” emitted the Governing Official, unable to resist sending a message through a beam of white light.
In the universe, many civilizations favored constructing prisons at the core of satellites, utilizing their massive shells as natural protective layers, typically to detain dangerous galaxy-level felons.
But looking at the barren terrain, the Governing Official felt this was unlikely, as every satellite prison he had seen was heavily fortified to prevent rescues or escapes, with at least space-based weapons and planet-level energy protective devices always being present, right?
Otherwise, if attacked by an enemy fleet, wouldn’t they lack even the ability to retaliate…
In response to the Governing Official’s inquiries, Rafael showed no intention of replying, merely revealing a thought-provoking smile at the perfect moment.
The hundreds of captured geometric aliens were completely baffled, continually analyzing the meaning behind Rafael’s expression, utterly unaware that Rafael simply did not know how to respond.
According to the strategy previously discussed by the assembly: if you don’t know how to answer, then just respond with a smile!
This was undoubtedly a very simple yet effective method; it might not solve the problem, but it was enough to plunge someone into confusion and bewilderment, precisely the effect they sought to achieve.
“Alright, we have arrived. This is the place,” Rafael led the group of geometric aliens to a flat clearing and then, under their puzzled gazes, clapped his hands; the entire ground then began to shake.
Under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, a magnificent building imbued with magical alchemy and Federal design styles rose from underground. Hundreds of pillars inscribed with runes encompassed everyone, and the barren ground beneath their feet rapidly hardened, becoming as smooth and firm as gold.
In just a few tens of seconds, a lavishly transformed conference hall had formed. Subsequently, thousands of radiant figures emerged on either side of the hall.
These were some kind of unknown energy life forms… The Governing Official quickly confirmed this through electromagnetic waves.
The group of geometric aliens was also horrified, only then realizing that this planet was not as empty and unprotected as they had anticipated; they simply had not discerned it earlier.
The energy beings appearing in the conference room were precisely the Divine Servants, fashioned in the style of gods from the main world using Divine Power by Lynn; as for the suddenly appearing conference hall… the entire moon was now enveloped within the divine domain, not to mention molding a structure, even creating a city from thin air was effortless.
Lynn, who covertly oversaw all these proceedings from the shadows, did not allow these alien entities to reflect too much, appearing at the main seat of the conference hall through a nearby wormhole and straightforwardly spoke.
“Welcome, travelers from afar. I am the Galactic Governor of the Magic Empire. You may call me… Lynn!”
Magic Empire… Galactic Governor… the Governing Official immediately memorized these terms, and seeing that he wasn’t directly thrown into prison, immediately guessed that this must be some sort of process akin to adjudicating crimes.