Acceptance

This outsider didn't try to be mysterious, as his strength didn't allow him to do so. He simply continued, "I stayed there for a long time, responsible for liaising between my tribe and the Riken Race on that miraculous potion."

Everyone immediately understood what kind of potion it was. After all, although the Riken Race was weak, they were quite well-known, thanks to that magical little bottle.

Just when the outsiders thought this man was about to reveal some bombshell information about the Life-Extending Serum, he suddenly changed the subject. "During this time, I successfully unearthed some of the Riken Race's long-buried history, a history that had been buried. Actually, calling it history isn't quite accurate, because it only spans a little over a hundred years. In our view, that's perhaps just the hibernation period of a spaceflight."

"But for a civilization of that level, a century is a very long time. In the history I've unearthed, although many events have been distorted beyond recognition by the Riken Race, the true history, in my opinion, is of little use. After all, they are just a newly emerging race."

This foreigner spoke eloquently, but after a long time he didn't get to the point. Seeing that he was immersed in his memories, and since everyone was indeed bored and needed topics to pass the time and fear, they let him continue.

It is extremely rare for a large group of representatives from Mid-Ring Civilizations and advanced Outer-Ring Civilizations to listen to a representative from a mid-level Outer-Ring Civilizations rambling on in complete silence, with no one interfering with the speaker.

"I did think so, that history was like a clichéd TV drama, utterly devoid of substance. But now I feel that at least one piece of information is somewhat helpful to us."

"What is it?" Everyone's eyes lit up, and one of the foreigners pressed for an answer.

The speaker remained lost in his memories, undisturbed by the questions, and continued at his own pace, "According to the records of the Riken Race, some of their units fell into the hands of the Zerg for various reasons. But the Zerg did not kill them all; instead, they imprisoned them. And the cages that imprisoned them were their own warships."

"Heh, the idea that the Zerg don't accept surrender has always been deeply ingrained in people's minds. I initially thought it was just a fabrication by the Riken Race, but now it seems it might actually be true. If it is, everyone, what I want to say is, please take good care of your warships. This might be where we'll be living for a long time to come, so please don't ruin the environment..."

Everyone waited for ages, but to their surprise, after all that beating around the bush, this was all he said in the end. While it was of some use, it was only a tiny bit.

Even without his reminder, the group wouldn't have deliberately damaged their warships after deciding to surrender. Such an act could easily be interpreted as provocation, potentially causing unexpected consequences. If it angered the Zerg or led to misunderstandings, it would be a net loss.

Besides, since everyone is drifting in the starry sky and their survival depends entirely on the warship, why would anyone want to destroy the environment they depend on for survival?

Unfortunately, the foreigner who thought he had revealed a bombshell only earned a chorus of disdain. Under normal circumstances, his actions would have undoubtedly caused diplomatic tension, but at this moment, no one paid any attention to him.

Just as many foreign tribes were trying to find another topic to pass the time during the endless wait, the response they had been waiting for finally arrived...

"Sir, there's a situation!" Various languages rang out on warships of different paint schemes, models, and races, but their general meanings were all roughly the same.

"What?"

"A signal has come from the direction of the Zerg. It's using our methods, the simplest electronic signals, and the language is the Alliance's common language. They..."

"Send the content to my Personal Terminal immediately."

"Yes, sir..."

Soon, all races received the news. The Zerg were willing to accept their surrender, and in order to facilitate unified management, each race was instructed to launch their warships and proceed to the designated locations for garrisoning.

Meanwhile, to avoid any unpleasant incidents between the two sides, Zerg combat units will be stationed on each race's warships to make contact with them, requesting each race to voluntarily disarm under the supervision of the contacting units.

The message was simple, but it differed from what the various races had anticipated. In their minds, the Zerg should at least hold a respectable surrender ceremony, and then they would take the opportunity to boldly negotiate some policies.

But the Zerg are indeed the Zerg; they came in with a simple and brutal approach. Since you've already said you're surrendering, then disarm yourselves and squat in the designated spot.

"What should we do? That so-called designated location is probably full of traps. Once we go in, we probably won't be able to leave on our own," a representative of a foreign tribe said with concern.

However, his words were quickly met with scorn from another representative of a foreign tribe. "Ha, why think so much? It's not like you can run away right now."

"You!..."

"Alright, we're at their mercy. Since things have come to this, we can only accept it. Now we can only pray that the Zerg aren't as brutal as the rumors say. If so, maybe we'll be saved one day."

"I hope so..."

The alien warships' energy systems restarted, their extinguished lights came back on, and their engines reignited. As per the Zerg's instructions, all their cannons were pointed in the opposite direction of the Star Sea Alliance territory— the Zerg's own lands. This was essentially useless; if they were to fire, the cannons could easily turn around in a second or two.

"These are the liaison personnel?" The liaison personnel who appeared before the foreign races were upright, wolf-like creatures— Wolf Striker without HF Organ and FN Blade. After all, these guys were produced from scratch on a warship; the meager energy supply and lack of rare materials meant they couldn't be equipped with overly advanced weapons.

Although these Wolf Striker were somewhat unusual, they were at least humanoid creatures, which made the outsiders feel a little better. At least this wolf-like creature wasn't on all fours.

Moreover, the appearances of the foreign tribes varied greatly, so the image of the Wolf Striker did not seem out of place. At least from an aesthetic point of view, in the eyes of many foreign tribes, the Wolf Striker were much more attractive than the long-necked monsters of Humins' mother tribe, the Sher Race.

"Could this also be Zerg?" The appearance of a rare humanoid unit before an outsider inevitably led to misunderstandings.

"According to the information provided by the Epoch Clan, the Zerg don't look like this. Moreover, I just compared their appearance data, and these guys actually appeared in the previous war against the Yuntu Clan."