Facing tens of thousands of armed planets, even Gao Gong felt a chill run down his spine.
This represented the productivity of a Level Three civilization, as well as the armed might of an entire star cluster—or even a star region.
Even someone as powerful as him couldn't withstand more than a few shots from a planetary cannon, let alone break through the Angliema Defense Line.
Yet aside from Gao Gong, the other smugglers felt nothing of the sort. Their expressions were excited, their eyes feverish, as though entering Mierta Federation territory meant they had become citizens of an advanced civilization!
As the interstellar liner slowly sailed in and passed one civilized planet after another, their emotions reached a peak.
The benefits of becoming members of an advanced civilization had always been clear.
Biotechnology brought breakthroughs in lifespan. An ordinary Mierta person could live for a thousand planetary years.
Free medical care, free housing, free transportation, and free child-rearing.
Scientists could study more advanced scientific knowledge, artists could pursue Mierta art renowned throughout the galaxy, and psionicists could cultivate telekinesis and comprehend the universe.
They could even simply have a world-shaking romance with a beautiful Mierta woman.
It could be said that a Level Three civilization that had solved the problems of energy and basic subsistence was paradise for most people.
However, to enter this kind of "paradise," one first had to break through the blockade of hundreds or thousands of "planetary cannons."
And the official smuggling route had become the only path one could take.
Soon, people kept disembarking above one planet after another and being led away.
Other than the people themselves, no one could see the conditions inside the planets from outside.
Some were joyfully led away as families of three. Strange species were packed into water