The ammunition crate was placed beside the main control console.
When its lid was opened, elongated electromagnetic rounds lay nestled quietly in the cushioned slots.
Han Niba lifted one with both hands and held it out to Lin Mo.
"This is our voice."
Lin Mo took the communications round and examined it.
Unlike ordinary electromagnetic projectiles, these had bodies more like armor-piercing shells.
There was no explosive warhead inside. In its place were modules such as a folding broadcast array and a miniature power unit.
Han Niba said:
"I've already had the reply transmitted to Pangu, who will load it into the communications rounds."
"Once it passes through the wormhole, it will broadcast at high power toward the Kona Home Planet."
Lin Mo noticed the projectile's tail and asked:
"It doesn't need to trail a fiber-optic cable?"
"No."
Han Niba shook his head.
"It doesn't receive real-time information. It only broadcasts."
Lin Mo put the communications round into his Spatial Ring, then stored the entire crate of projectiles as well.
This was the first time Blue Star had actively extended a "hand" to another technological civilization.
It was also Great Xia's answer to the words "Do not make contact" from three thousand light-years away.
Lin Mo raised his head and said:
"There's no time to lose. I'll set out now."
Han Niba looked at him and said gravely:
"Commander Lin, I suggest sending one through every wormhole from here on to expand the broadcast coverage."
"As long as they still have receiving equipment, they'll have a chance to hear it."
Lin Mo nodded.
"All right!"
A dozen or so minutes later, Lin Mo arrived on the surface of Tianyong City by car.
A cold wind swept across the square. In just seven short hours, the surface had changed again.
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