Traveling through the wormhole is not complicated. After a simple test, the Randalls sailed into the wormhole. After five days of sailing, they returned to the regular universe.
After the optical telescope started operating, an even more shocking picture appeared on the bridge display.
This is a galaxy with two stars. Its shape is not unusual. What is strange is that each star surrounds a giant structure - a ring world.
In addition to open-ring worlds, there are many mechanical creations, large space stations, shipyards, defense facilities, etc. in the galaxy. The three planets are also transformed mechanical worlds.
In terms of productivity, the production facilities in this galaxy are equivalent to one-third of the production capacity of the entire country of the Landals.
National strength never depends on how many galaxies it has colonized, but on the degree of development of the galaxies.
For example, Ermao obviously owns a fertile land and has a very high starting point. Now it is getting worse and worse. It is hard to say whether it will be able to exist independently in the future.
Moreover, the construction of giant buildings never happens overnight. It takes several generations, or even more than a dozen generations, to work hard over a long period of time before something can be achieved. It is unique that a giant facility like Swarm can grow on its own.
Two giant battleships sailed out from the ring world, each one was extremely huge, larger than the entire Randal fleet combined.
After the giant warships approached, they guarded both sides of the Randal fleet and guided them forward.
"This is... this is a Titan-class battleship. Using this kind of battleship to guide us is of great importance." Meta said very excitedly.
Gu Fu beside him nodded numbly. He drew his hand on the side and opened a blue screen, which was constantly recording various data of the two Titan-class battleships around him.
He is a general, he is keen on military affairs and likes powerful weapons very much.
Following the guiding battleship, the Randal fleet slowly sailed into the giant ring world. Along the way, they saw too many things that made them jaw-dropping.
The vast and prosperous ring world is home to many intelligent beings. According to computer calculations, the ring area where they landed alone can survive 10 billion lives.
When passing Mega Shipyard, the optical radar intercepted a photo. The dock was full of Titan-class warships, hundreds of them! These warships alone could sweep across the entire Stellaris Council.
After the entire fleet docked safely in the Forest around the world, some curious intelligent beings gathered around. They looked at the battleship as if they had no knowledge of it, and looked at the Randall people who came off the ship with very curious eyes.
This is a green and beautiful world, where a large number of intelligent beings live carefree.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed my eyes. I saw a sapphire man and Antilians holding hands!" A crew member who had just disembarked from the ship exclaimed.
"These people seem to be uneducated, and they don't have the aura of a civilized country." Meta was thoughtful as he watched a Zelo man not using Psionics, but just running on the ground with his feet.
The Landals are an aquatic race, and they are not well adapted to land, so they all wear heavy space suits and look a bit cold and weird.
This also resulted in the various intelligent beings who gathered nearby out of curiosity to just surround him, but did not dare to get close.
Located in a strange place, the starfish do not dare to move around. They wave their tentacles to communicate with each other and observe the environment.
Suddenly there was a hint of commotion in the crowd surrounding them, and soon people from various races gave way to a path, and some robots of different shapes appeared in the field of vision.
"Visitor, I need an authentication access code." The largest circular robot came to the Randal people.
While the starfish were still in a daze, Meta took out a purple metal plate from his body and handed it to the round robot in front of him.
The circular robot separated from the middle, revealing a diamond-shaped energy body. The energy body emitted red and blue lights that scanned back and forth on the metal plate.
A minute later, with a dinging sound, the circular robot closed its body and said in a steady electronic voice, "Certification completed, merchants, thank you for your support. Your help is of great significance to the protection agreement."
"It is our duty to serve the selfless protection agreement. The cargo ships here are all loaded with rare resources, ranging from High-energy Crystal to alien natural gas, as well as some dark matter." Meta said with a flattering look.
"Very good, we will give alloys and technology in exchange. Tell me what you want and the quantity." The circular robot inserted the data box handed over by Meta into itself and quickly read out the specific quantity of supplies carried by the fleet.
Hearing what the robot said, Meta couldn't hide the look of ecstasy in his eyes. The result was much better than he expected.
In the evening, Meta looked at the list handed to him by the robot in distress in his room. The technology in it was not rare, and the tachyon light spear of Antilians has a detailed theory here.
Although technology is good, it is difficult to understand it thoroughly. Basic technology cannot keep up with it. No matter how detailed the drawings are, it is difficult to create a physical object. For example, if you give the drawings of the photolithography machine to your third brother, he may not be able to get it done despite all the efforts of his country.
Understanding technology is a process, digesting technology and converting it into productivity and combat power is another process. If in peaceful times, Meta would definitely choose technology with great development potential, but now there is simply no time for this.
It would not be cost-effective to exchange all resources for alloys, as the exchange would be relatively high. The Defense Agreement is very concerned about alloy resources, and their shipyards seem to be building warships all the time to prepare for certain situations.
The Protection Agreement's own statement is that they are gathering strength to defend the galaxy, but Meta has no way of knowing the real reason.
He spent a lot of ship energy and communicated with the country once, but there was a lot of noise there and he couldn't come up with a good plan.
Meta is unwilling to make his own decisions. He is responsible for the future of the entire civilization, and his small shoulders cannot bear it.
The communication device on the side rang. Meta looked at it and realized that he was really worried about what happened. The robot protecting the agreement must have finished unloading the goods, and he was about to ask him if he had considered the exchange method.
It was impossible not to answer, so in desperation, Mehta had no choice but to press the answer button.
"Travelers, the goods have been inventoried. Have you thought about your needs?" The electronic sound was still so ordinary and bland.
Frowning, Meta had an idea in mind. Why not ask about the protection agreement? Their attitude is very sincere and they should be able to provide reliable suggestions.
"Dear Guardian of the Galaxy, may I seek wise counsel from the Protection Protocols?" Meta asked tentatively.
"Of course. It is the obligation of existences like us to impart experience to the younger races." The electronic sound without ups and downs seemed to have a little warmth.