"Great news!"
"According to reports from frontline reporters, the diplomatic team that went to the Sea of Demon Gods achieved unprecedented success!"
"Humanity as a whole has reached a first-stage cooperation agreement with the snake civilization, taking a historic first step!"
"In the first phase of the cooperation agreement, both parties jointly develop seabed minerals, respect each other, non-interference, equality and mutual benefit, peaceful coexistence, and sharing of dangerous information..."
"This agreement opens a new chapter in history. The large-scale development of the Sea of Demon Gods will accelerate the development of human civilization, and more talents will emerge in our world."
Li Xianfeng's broadcast today was particularly passionate. This good news completely exceeded the psychological expectations of all mankind. Even the highest levels of mankind were somewhat unexpected!
In fact, from the beginning, the highest level of mankind thought about meeting each other and becoming familiar with each other. They did not think about signing any agreement. After all, there is only a long way to go, so there is no need to be too anxious.
Not only are the frontline workers nervous, public opinion within human society is tense, and netizens on the Internet are quarreling every day.
The Supernatural International Alliance, as the main promoter of this diplomatic operation, naturally bears the greatest pressure.
If a clash of civilizations breaks out, the Supernatural Alliance, which has just been formed a few years ago, will definitely bear the biggest blame!
Blame culture can be said to be a common problem in intelligent civilization!
Don’t think that if a war breaks out, humanity will immediately become monolithic.
What people like to do most is to blame others. If they do something wrong, no matter whether they are responsible or not, they have to find a scapegoat to take the blame. Then everyone will curse together: "It's all your fault!"
But now that the crisis is over, the Supernatural Alliance's reputation has naturally grown to a higher level.
As the level of public opinion reversed, people's enthusiasm for exploring the Sea of Demon Gods also increased significantly. Public opinion on the Internet began to become one-sided, and reporters also took to the streets to randomly interview the cheering people.
Passerby A: "Brother, I also want to go fishing in the Demonic Sea. This time I will definitely not be an air force. It is said that the fish there are big, black and especially delicious."
Passerby B: "You ask me what I'm thinking about? I'm wondering...are there any beautiful snakes among the snake people? Is it cool to hold them on the body without turning on the air conditioner in summer? I hope the government can quickly introduce beauties from other races to solve the problem of imbalance between men and women!"
"By the way, what do they look like? Will there be reproductive isolation after intermarriage with snake people?"
These comments were too perverted, and Lao Zhang always felt that these people were deliberately causing trouble.
In the end, the reporter responsible for the interview seemed too embarrassed and finally found a normal person and made a normal statement.
"My thoughts... Well, you should be cautious in the future. You can't be careless because of this success. After all, the vast majority of people cannot survive in the Sea of Demon Gods for a long time."
"We must support the International Alliance of Supernatural. We humans are not yet a unified civilization... Everyone must know this. We still have many internal differences... We cannot have more than a hundred countries establishing diplomatic relations with aliens. Bar?"
"This guy is a trustee arranged by Lao Wang, and he speaks so well! Humanity is indeed not unified yet."
Even Zhang Ming, who was far away, shook his head when he heard the good news.
He had been thinking about this for many days, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It seems that the snake people civilization is really a friendly civilization? Rich in beautiful snakes? Hmm... it seems..."
Zhang Ming fantasized about the beautiful snake wrapped around his body, and realized that he was in danger of falling into evil, so he quickly stopped thinking about it.
"Is mankind's luck good? Or is it that the intervention of Honggang Civilization has accelerated the exchanges between the two parties?"
"Whatever, as long as the results are good."
Radio: "Listeners, thank you for listening. See you tomorrow."
After listening to today's broadcast, Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the stool, put on the special armor, and came to the highest point of the ship.
Cold deathly silence came into view, there was no wave in the forest green ocean, and a strong sense of despair poured into the depths of his heart. This was the world he was currently in - the abyss.
If there is still a trace of life in the Sea of Demon Gods, even the last trace of life in this ghost place has disappeared, and all surviving lives are lingering and eking out an ignoble existence.
The source of the world of the Honggang people was completely closed two weeks ago. Without the power of shelter, 12,000 people must fight against the terrifying existence here.
The entire deck was pitch black, with no light at all. Only a group of the strongest men were on guard duty on the deck.
They were relieved to see Zhang Ming back.
The leader of the soldiers, the captain, was also a strong man who had broken through two human limits. He bent slightly and said hello: "Sir."
"Hello everyone, nothing happened." Zhang Ming stretched his arms and did some warm-up exercises.
"Should... nothing happened." The soldier captain glanced at the surrounding environment and whispered, "A few monsters climbed on the deck and were wandering randomly, but they are not very interested in our ship. As long as If you don’t disturb them rashly, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”
Zhang Ming nodded: "I will clean them up when I have time... Is there anything else worth paying attention to?"
"There is something like a scorpion that may spit acid and corrode the deck. Please be careful when the time comes."
"Okay, I won't damage the deck, so let's take a look around first." Zhang Ming opened the door and entered the deck level.
Looking at Zhang Ming's leaving figure, the soldier captain couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Extraordinary people are really fierce. Monsters they don't want to come into contact with at all. For extraordinary people, they can just kill them...
"Perhaps there is really hope of surviving..."
…
In the dark abyss, green flames burn endlessly, coupled with irregular attacks from regular monsters, this environment is indeed somewhat depressing and terrifying.
The "Homeless Man" debuff here may be about 20 times that of the Sea of Demon Gods. Only a strong intelligent group can resist the adverse effects of this decrease in mental value.
Even Zhang Ming himself needs to resist this kind of mental pressure by integrating into the Honggang people.
Otherwise, he will lose about 10 points of mental energy in a day, which will not be conducive to the long-term tug-of-war in the future.
The Honggang people tried their best to modify the ship and sealed most of the cabin entrances and exits. Most of the crew members hid in the cabins and huddled together for warmth. The cabin is brightly lit, and some air-purifying plants grow freely, effectively providing a self-circulating ecological environment.
There are only a few strong men standing guard at the entrance to guard against monster invasion.
Even the armor on the soldiers was carefully developed and crafted by craftsmen. In fact, it had no special function. It was to disguise itself as a stone to reduce the possibility of being attacked.
Not to mention, this plan is really good. The frequency of attacks is about once every two or three days, which is considered acceptable.
"Gondor, have you found a way to leave the abyss? I really want to return to the Sea of Demon Gods and see the blue sky and white clouds... Is there anything you need me to do?" Zhang Ming's words came through the communication device Passed to the translation desk.
The Honggang people want to visit the peak civilization, so they naturally have their own translation method, a mysterious machine called a "translator", which has a certain learning ability.
After so many days, the "translator" has learned the basic human language.
Soon, the translator transmitted the translated information to Zhang Ming's ears.
"There is too little information about the Abyss. We asked for help from our base camp..."
"The base camp did give some information."
As a relatively old civilization in this world, Honggang Civilization naturally has far wider information channels than humans.
The base camp naturally does not want this ship and so many elites to be damaged in the abyss. Even if it costs some money, more information must be traded from other civilizations.
"Currently, we have found two ways to leave the abyss." Gondor said in the headset, "The first is to survive it forcefully."
"We found a race called the Megalithic Civilization. Thousands of years ago, they also fell into the abyss. With their racial talents, they turned into pieces of stone and survived until the day they were spit out by the abyss. .”
"How long will it take?" Lao Zhang asked worriedly.
"According to the data of the megalithic civilization, it will take about three hundred years. When the water in this ocean is almost digested by the green fire, the abyss will spit out all the indigestible things."
Three hundred years? !
Zhang Ming couldn't help but his face twitched twice, and his heart felt cold.
He could survive three hundred years, but his family, including his niece, were all turned into ashes!
Gondor added: "Actually, we are not sure how long it will take. After all, every abyss is different."
"How long can your soldiers survive?" Zhang Ming said with a headache.
"Most of our soldiers actually only live for three hundred years." Gondor sighed. "A large number of scholars and experts have just reached the limit of human life. Their life span is between two hundred and four hundred years." Years, but many people are already over a hundred years old, and the ability to live to see blue skies and white clouds again is already the limit."
"If they practice hard, can they live longer?"
"Well... it's difficult. You can't ask these technicians to have too much talent, although they are outstanding in their own fields... What's more, the resources of my ship are really limited. It's good to be able to survive. How can I So many resources..." Gondor said helplessly, "Although irregular minerals are good, they cannot be eaten. Only you can eat the monsters in the abyss. Apart from using them as fuel, there is nothing. Very useful."
"So the resources should be used less!"
(End of chapter)
