Komonge

"Don't overthink it. Don't forget that at the very start of the Duoqi War, they forced the Epoch Clan's artificial intelligence to leave by blocking electromagnetic signals. If they were capable of that, how could they fail to receive such a basic signal?"

"Unless they don't want to receive it and are deliberately playing dumb."

"Yeah, unless they don't want to..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent once more. This kind of waiting—waiting for others to decide the course of their own fate—was torture every minute, every second.

"Come to think of it, we still don't understand how the Zerg transmit information." The deadlock was broken. Someone realized that silence would only allow fear to keep growing. Perhaps casually talking about something and diverting their attention was a good choice.

"Heh, I've read material on that. According to the information the Zerg provided when they joined the alliance, they use a method called multi-primary-color information transmission."

"I've read it too. According to them, it's an encrypted transmission method compiled using nearly thirty primary colors. Honestly, they don't even need encryption, because unless we could personally see the result through a multi-primary-color perspective, we simply couldn't imagine what the world looked like in that visual state. If we can't even see what it actually looks like, how could we decipher what it contains?"

"You actually believed the Zerg's lies? Maybe they just made all that up." An alien representative sneered coldly.

"I think it might be true. Because of my race's special eye structure, we can see nearly ten primary colors. When Zerg units fight, certain parts of their bodies do emit brilliant colors. It's a pity we can't dissect them, so we can't learn any more."

The alien who spoke possessed a pair of enormous, beautiful eyes. They were strikingly lovely,