The document ended there. Han Niba closed the final draft and nodded.
"Send it to Commander Lin's Pangu. Have Pangu load it into a communication shell and send it to the Kona Civilization."
"Yes, sir!"
The information station quickly got busy, forwarding the final draft to Lin Mo's battlefield Pangu node.
A few minutes later, near the underground wormhole in Equator West Zone Three, a custom communication shell finished loading.
Lin Mo had just cleared out a batch of Corroders that had rushed out of the wormhole. Dark red blood still stained the surface of his armor.
After listening to the explanation over the Communications channel, he gave a one-word reply.
"Okay."
The next second, the electromagnetic rails hummed.
The communication shell rapidly accelerated, plunging precisely into the edge of the fluctuating space wormhole.
The wormhole network built by the Demon Clan itself would carry Great Xia's voice to the vicinity of the Kona Star System.
It was ironic.
Great Xia was now turning the passages the Demon Clan used to invade other worlds to its own use. Who knew what the Demon Clan would think if it found out?
Inside the Tianshu Command Center, everyone waited.
No one knew how the Watcher would respond.
Would it accept gold as a unit of resource value, and would it agree to task-based settlement?
Moreover, would it notice the imbalance in the trade and switch to a fairer framework?
The Kona Home Planet had only about six hundred days left.
Would a civilization on the verge of being forced to blow up its own home planet simply throw out a desperate task that Great Xia had no way of taking on?
Time ticked by.
Even the tapping of keyboards in the Command Hall was much quieter than usual.
Two hours later, an