A dozen seconds later.
The Sky Peng Transport Aircraft formation descended to an altitude of four kilometers. Their speed also dropped sharply as they entered level flight.
Inside one Cloud Roc.
Cheng Han looked down through a glass window at the large group of Flower Nacre below in the cargo hold.
A rough count put their number at over three hundred.
Every Flower Nacre wore a set of Biochemical Armor. It looked slightly bulky, completely concealing their slender, beautiful figures.
Due to their body structure, their armor covered only the upper half of their bodies, half as much as the armor worn by Myriad Heavens Race warriors.
But this was not a bad thing.
It meant that Biochemical Armor suited to the Flower Nacre could grow twice as fast, effectively doubling production.
At this moment.
They displayed excellent discipline, sitting neatly in their seats. Not a single Flower Nacre was whispering to another.
Cheng Han could not help muttering inwardly, The Deep Sea Legion is becoming more and more like a Myriad Heavens Legion.
It was not only their discipline that resembled the Myriad Heavens Legion; even their military organization was the same.
Squad leaders, commandants, vice commandants—none of the positions were missing.
In a sense.
This could be seen as a form of assimilation.
Cheng Han felt somewhat emotional. A stronger race and a more prosperous civilization can indeed easily influence weaker races.
This reminded him of the history of another time and space.
A great civilization standing in the East had relied on the superiority of its culture to assimilate countless Foreign Races over several thousand years, always remaining at the center of the world stage.
By comparison.
Some seemingly powerful races lacked sufficient foundations and were often like fleeting blossoms, quickly becoming dust in history.
A thought