A Meeting

Standing over two meters tall, with seamless horn armor and menacing ramming bone spikes, it exudes a wild and violent aesthetic.

There were three humanoid creatures, two males and one female, which could be distinguished by their size and armor. The female was slightly more slender and had softer armor, and her ramming spikes were also slightly less prominent.

"Is this the real Zerg?" Bular thought to himself. Just by looking at the design of the Swarm's protective suits, he knew that this was definitely not an easy race to deal with.

However, a hint of disdain crept into his mind. He felt the Swarm's protective suits were somewhat flashy and impractical. Protective suits capable of withstanding space radiation and protecting the body—while not necessarily rare materials for an interstellar civilization, they were certainly not cheap. Besides increasing manufacturing costs, did they really intend to charge into enemy warships for hand-to-hand combat?

It seems the Zerg's thinking is still very outdated. What era are we living in? They're still indulging in these flashy but impractical things. It seems their civilization is still too short-lived. Although they may have encountered some opportunity that led to their rapid technological advancement, their ancient mindset of melee combat and predation hasn't changed. Thinking of this, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

In this light, it's no wonder their Biological Weapon also possess considerable close-combat capabilities; they truly have a deep passion for close-quarters combat.

"Welcome! Guests from the Telo Race!" The deep voice pulled Bular back to reality. He quickly suppressed the sense of superiority he had just felt. This was the enemy's stronghold. If he angered the owner of this place, the consequences would probably not be good.

Fortunately, the protective suit concealed his expression, preventing the other party from noticing anything amiss. Moreover, judging from the other party's form of address, although they were merely guests and not friends, it suggested that the other party had likely already understood their intentions.

The Telo Race didn't want to waste their national strength fighting the Swarm for the sake of a so-called mission, and the Swarm didn't want to offend the Alliance too much. With this foundation, there was room for further discussion.

With his mind racing, Bular felt more confident and began to consider how to maximize the Empire's profits. Although the Telo Race were the dominant powers in the outer sphere, they had only invited three civilizations before, each time leaving a significant mark on their history. If this invitation to the Swarm was handled properly, maximizing benefits without compromising dignity, although the lion's share of the credit would undoubtedly go to the higher-ups, he, as the first to step forward and make contact with the Zerg, would certainly be recorded in history.

Concentrating intently, Bular also keenly noticed that although the other party was speaking Riken Language, which was understandable since he wouldn't understand Zerg even if the other party spoke Zerg Language, it was better to use a language that both sides could understand. But that wasn't the key point. The key point was that the other party's voice wasn't being emitted through some kind of device, but was being transmitted directly through the air.

Okay, that's not really the point. Setting up an eco-house on their turf is a piece of cake. The real point is that Bular discovered the other person wasn't wearing a mask; their face was completely exposed, meaning they could breathe directly from the environment inside the room.

He immediately activated the analyzer on his protective suit, a standard feature of which is used to analyze the composition of the air when personnel land on unfamiliar planets with atmospheres.

This is extremely important. By analyzing the air composition, we can roughly reconstruct and simulate the opponent's living environment. The Star Sea Alliance possesses air samples from all planets in tens of thousands of star systems. By comparing these samples, if the opponent's living environment does not match the existing samples, then the opponent is most likely a race from outside this star system, and it is unknown how they ended up here. If there are matching samples, we can also see where the Zerg actually came from.

Although the other person was tall and well-proportioned, and everything about them was harmonious and beautiful, Bular felt that something was amiss, but time did not allow him to ponder it further. His thoughts and actions had all happened in an instant, and the analysis results would take a long time to arrive. Bular needed to respond to the other person now.

"Hello, I am Bular from the Telo Civilization of the Star Sea Technology Alliance. It is an honor to meet you." Bular made a greeting gesture unique to the Telo Civilization, a gesture of considerable formality. Although the Zerg would certainly not understand it now, these basic etiquette rules were recorded in the biographies of various civilizations if they were to join the Alliance in the future. In case they found that they had been impolite when they first met, it would be troublesome to hold it against them. Therefore, it was better to be thorough from the start, so that there would be no fault for them now or in the future.

"What is your purpose in coming here?" a deep voice asked. At the same time, the male Zerg standing at the front made a gesture, which was probably some kind of Zerg etiquette.

"I come with friendship, and I hope to reciprocate your friendship." Actually, what I'm here for can be inferred from the information obtained from the Duoqi Race and from the broadcasts released by the Telo Fleet, but a formal inquiry is still necessary. I can't let you not ask just because I roughly know why you're here. This is a relatively formal diplomatic meeting, not a place for cryptic conversations.

The male Zerg nodded and gestured for them to proceed. This gesture was simple and easy to understand, and was roughly the same in almost every civilization. And judging from the direction the Zerg gesture was pointing—towards those chair-like objects—this understanding was not wrong.

Because Bular adopted a very humble attitude from the start, the initial contact between the two sides was not hostile, and the guests and hosts took their seats in a friendly atmosphere.

Although this chair-like item adhered to the Zerg's savage style, thankfully it wasn't made of a soft, flimsy material. Bular, who had been sitting down with trepidation, felt the solid support beneath his buttocks and unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

As both sides took their seats, he finally had a moment to briefly observe the room. Although his protective suit was equipped with a scanner, subtly analyzing the air composition through contact was already the limit. To openly and blatantly scan the room would be considered extremely arrogant and provocative in any civilization. No one would do such a thing under these circumstances unless they were a fool.

However, there wasn't much to scan in this room. The walls were covered with mysterious plants that emitted a faint purple glow. Although it was somewhat dim, the face mask of the Telo protective suit integrated a variety of high-precision technologies, and seeing in low light was just a basic function.

Bular quickly scanned the area. It really was a cave. Although the room was large, about four or five hundred square meters, there were no extra decorations or anything that could be connected to high technology. If he didn't know how strong the other party was, he would have thought he had entered the cave of a savage on a native planet.

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