The Nuwali really were good people. Since S.P.E.A.R. Agency's boarding point was in the Savage Land, they had not only come as invited professional managers but had also lent a great deal of help.
They helped move supplies and inspect the spacecraft from top to bottom. Although they did not quite understand the shipbuilding approach of putting a monastery atop a giant engine, they still worked diligently.
More than that, since the Beyonders had already been wiped out, their own fleet was currently sitting idle. So they simply brought it over as well, parking near lunar orbit. Once the human spacecraft left Earth's gravitational field, they would escort it along the journey in case humanity's first voyage encountered any unexpected trouble.
Centaurus was 4.2 light-years from Earth. That was a great distance for humans leaving Earth for the first time, but for the Nuwali, even a casual outing covered more distance than that.
They were a commercial species with a high technological level. The Nuwali had even dared to pick a fight with the Beyonders. Their warships were actually better than those of the Three Great Empires—much better.
"What good people those dog aliens are."
Seeing what they had done, Deathstroke could not help voicing that inverted exclamation. He truly had disliked all kinds of Aliens in the past, but the Nuwali had greatly changed his opinion.
There were still good Aliens in the universe. There was still love in this world.
"I still cannot understand their preference. They are clearly an alien race that has mastered extremely advanced technology, so why do they like gold?" Professor Xu had been startled when she first saw the Aliens in Antarctica. Fortunately, Little Ka had introduced them to her, and only then had she learned what major feat Deathstroke had pulled off