The combat Leviathan passed an ultra-long-distance wormhole.

This group of teams composed of carrier units and faithful warships will be about to go to the "Los Clan-150" galaxy after many transits, which is also the closest military location of the Los Clan to the Zerg territory. It is in the second war zone hundreds of millions of light years away from the Milky Way. It is close to the "light belt".

Similarly, the Second War Zone is also an important place to resist Cybert's continuous spread. Outside the War Zone is Cybert's active area. In order to prevent Cybert's raid, the Loss tribes specially set up countless artificial planets around and used advanced communication technology to create a data link. The energy field they generate can block the opening of wormholes in the surrounding areas, allowing each burst of Cybert wave to be blocked by more than half. Then the simple Loss tribes against Cybert are staged in the starry sky. Each large-scale attack launched by Cybert, the number of robots actually ran into the Alliance War Zone only accounted for half of the total number - the remaining half was stopped by the Loss tribe.

This is why the Zergs have felt that the number of Los tribes was so rare in actual combat in the sixty years since they joined the alliance - because they had already used their own strength to resist Sebert at the outermost point, and the rest could only be handed over to hundreds of unionized aliens in the alliance... This endless war was far more difficult than the aliens could feel. Their "war" was only carried out when the Los tribe weakened Sebert's power.

"Los Clan-150" is a defensive place within the Los Clan's light belt and outside the "Snail Man-6". It is also the most tightly defended and most powerful force in this area. The patrol forces in other areas are usually composed of permanent races, but almost all of them are Los Clan's warships. When Leviathan enters this area, he can observe the anti-collision signal indicator lights of arrow warships in the starry sky flashing one after another. The warships appeared in normal space the next second. But the next second area is nowhere to be found.

The Lord (Leviathan) passes through the surrounding space stations. According to the introduction, the colonized planets are basically aliens, and the Loss tribes generally only live on the space stations they make - strictly speaking, they should be movable motherships. The motherships hundreds of kilometers long not only simulate the planet's environment, but also are equipped with the Loss tribe's warships, so that they can achieve the fastest separation and defense when encountering enemies.

As a race with a transcendent status in the alliance, although verbally claiming equality, most aliens still hold deep awe and respect for their strict ancestors. If it were not for Sebert's rampage, all aliens would not have encountered them in their lifetime.

Similarly, if it weren't for them, Cybert would not have existed. The master believed that to some extent, the war was caused by the Loss tribe itself, and if it weren't for their uncontrolled scientific research. After acting as the "Man Creator Nuwa" who acted as an organic life, he still wanted to extend his tentacles to the inorganic world, this scene would not have happened today. But the fait accompli cannot be changed, and nature will restrict and punish them.

The master has initially explored the meaning of the existence of cosmic rules to life. Perhaps a group of low-level and ignorant lives have little experience of the rules, because no matter how they develop, they will not affect the operation of the huge universe. Even if a star is destroyed today, it is just a bright spot in the bright starry sky that will be extinguished in a few minutes. But the Loss tribe is different. If they want to do something, it is not just a few points in the starry sky.

He believes that when the level is high enough, the Loss tribe will get closer and closer to the boundaries of the rules, and will suffer a rebound further. Just like humans, their limit is to survive without eating or drinking for five days, but on the sixth and seventh day, they are exposed to the limits set by the rules for them - they will feel the role of the rules.

The scientific development of the Los people is like hungry humans. They may have been "full" tens of thousands of years ago, but now, when they reach the limit of science's contact, they are "hungry", so they will also develop various discomforts like humans who are extremely hungry and eventually face death.

Sebert may be the embodiment of the process being performed.

The principle that he thought of was so simple, but it also confused him at some point. Does the rules, which cannot be explained by scientific common sense, really work? A person starved to death can be said to be the cessation of the body-but this is only on the surface, why does he stop? Perhaps more deeply, it can be answered that the termination of metabolism without energy replenishment? But who stipulates this? Who stipulates the frequency and time of replenishing energy? Who stipulates that they must operate in this way?

To guess the most mysterious and puzzling facts with the idea of ​​an ordinary life is never ending. Ten thousand explanations will eventually generate ten thousand and one question. The master has a deep understanding, so he can only classify things into the illusory "rules".

As these questions were about to swallow the Lord's thoughts, the soft prompt of the surrenderee, Wayland, called him back to the real world from his thoughts.

"Master, we are close to the command space station." Weiland said that after several deaths, his current appearance has no connection with the energetic rich man in human society at that time, but the momentum and meticulousness still continue on different bodies.

The Lord (Leviathan) observes the surroundings. Election of a new executive race is a grand event of the alliance. Hundreds of different types of spacecraft appear around it, and representatives of the alliance's alien races participated in this event. Although war is imminent, all the territory has not been put into chaos after all. Some galaxies at the core of the vortex of the battle, or inconspicuous planets, even safely spent more than 900 years.

For pessimists, this war is a hot scene where flames are burning in the universe; but for optimists, under the fire, it can still open up many paradises, and exist in certain places that may not be visited by Sebert for thousands of years; but the reality is that both situations tend to die.

More than 400 races will have their own representatives to attend this event. After all, the races that are truly devoted to war all the time are only a minority - the number of troops only accounts for 5% of the social population at the most severe moments of the war, and the actual proportion is even lower. At this limit, if high, there will be no sufficient equipment, and if there is less, there will be no strength.

But there are also some extremes - such as the Zerg, whose army accounts for almost 90% of the total population. It is probably the most appropriate to describe it as "the whole nation is a soldier".

A large number of examples prove that the representatives of the race are very free to a certain extent. However, the Loss tribe still strictly regulated the spacecraft around them. There may be Cybert's nest hundreds of light years away, which may be hundreds of trillions of billions of robots. But it can be said that it is very safe here. Countless Loss fleets are stationed here and dominated for sixty years of war, but there is no moment like it is now. At any glance, the extremely dense Loss warships in the starry sky. Almost from a distance, the battleship group is completely a moving meteorite belt.

It is truly worthy of being the frontier under the heavy control of the alliance! The severity of the battle here is far higher than that of other parts of the alliance, and it may also be because of these reasons. The Los tribe does not need other alien races to invest their strength. This level of war is definitely not something that ordinary races can mix with.

Various warships of hundreds of races sailed into this area that was strictly protected by the Loss fleet. A space station that lasted hundreds of kilometers was running near a star in front of them. This was the command center of the Loss tribe. It was also the living space of some leaders of the Loss tribe. The spacecraft of the alien race allowed a small number to pass, and the others were left in place.

The Zergs were allowed to pass by a combat Leviathan and two faithful transport ships. Compared with the number of only one transport ship of other races, they began to show their own uniqueness after entering this area. Leviathan took the transport ship into one of the berthed ports designated by the Loss tribe.

The master walked out with some carriers and believers around him, and the personnel from the other two transport ships also came out. There were a small number of armed guards around the berth, and groups of warriors with bright armor passed by from time to time. A group of waiting staff next to him were carrying instruments to conduct routine inspections.

The Lord observed the surroundings that were very novel to him. Although he had heard of many social structures of the Los people in the universe encyclopedia, his actual contact was still the first time. Although the war made the Los people dirty, just like the character they showed, they were a group of races that pursued perfection.

The surrounding buildings have been carefully modified. The ground on which they are stepping on is made of a layer of flat marble, and there is no visible section. The walls are unique ethnic carvings of the Loss people on the walls, from blooming flowers, mountains and rivers, to leisurely moving planets, and radiant stars... Each picture will be constantly changing with the observation vision, and to a certain extent the wall can make different adjustments according to the observation preferences. The master followed the reception envoy of the Loss people while observing the wall. The vast starry sky constantly depicted on it is what he hopes to see. The wall can keenly capture his gaze, breathing, heart rate and other subtle characteristics to make rectifications.

This enjoyment alone is far from comparable to other alien races. This time, the Loss tribe demonstrated a powerful technological power other than military. It can be said that every area and every journey of the space station are different. Some "walls" are not real walls, but perfect reflection of holographic images. The force field around them even makes the walls really no different. You can touch, lean on them, or even hit your fists, which will make you feel that they are no different from usual. There are very few ladders passing through upper and lower levels here. There is a short-distance transmission network in each fixed position, which allows everyone to reach the location they set as fast as possible.

With amazement along the way, the master was taken to an envoy specially prepared for the Zerg. This election event will be held soon, and more than 400 living creatures of different forms will witness the alliance elected an executive race.

On the surface, it is an election, but the results have been confirmed. The winners are undoubtedly Zergs. They spent sixty years developing and catching up, strengthening themselves at an unexpected speed, and using the shortest time to achieve what other aliens could accomplish in hundreds of years. The times create heroes, but now when the strong snail man fell, the glorious Zerg quickly replaced their position.

...

The election meeting was held in a venue prepared by the Los people.

When the master stepped into this area, he felt the huge momentum brought to people by the venue. The venue was distributed in a fan shape, shrinking step by step. At the front was a beat specially provided for the representatives of the race. There was no dazzling light around it - it was completely composed of a vast universe. In all directions, whether above the head or under the feet, it seemed like a transparent area. Stepping on the stars under the feet, and above the head were colorful wonders composed of colorful nebula. In this cosmic wonder, any creature could feel their insignificance.

Even the master could not tell whether the transparent glass material under his feet was made of or the illusion caused by holographic images? But this is no longer important. The technology here is from the Loss tribe, and most of the starry sky was conquered by them. And the Zerg who joins this rank will also master all this.

The Lord and the Zerg's leader Verland sat in a prepared position for them. There were many people from all races coming and going in the venue, but it may be because the occasion was solemn, or even the shocking people in the universe. Their voices were generally small. In the quiet, the Lord saw several "wise men" wearing the glorious costumes of the Loss tribe appeared on one side of the venue. Their clothes were actually very simple - a shell that could change various colors according to their needs. However, the types that could be changed beyond the limit of imagination.

There were two other Los tribes who were parallel to the wise. One was tall and mighty, and the other was petite and tall. The dominant's eyes were focused on the latter. They had feminine characteristics, with a blue and white ornament on the top of their heads, revealing a gray-white face, and the light blue eyes were undoubtedly the "loveman". She showed people the characteristics of women at first sight; and there was no doubt that the warrior beside her was a warrior. This strong guy with a sense of warrior majesty has always been the focus of the crowd. But this time, it was finally weakened a lot because of the appearance of the "loveman".

"Is this the 'leftover woman' that the Los tribe cannot marry?" The master's lips remained motionless, but his consciousness had already conveyed the meaning he wanted to express. The muscles on Verland's face trembled slightly. This adjective used by humans is not an exaggeration to say that the "loveman" of the Los tribe is now.

Because of the war, their number is much higher than the other two.

"I heard that the 'lovemen' is the social leader of the Los people. When the Los people were fighting in the front, they were responsible for stabilizing the social operation in the rear." Verland also responded with consciousness, "But it doesn't have much effect on us. What the Zerg needs most now is the endless technology that emerges from the 'witness'."

"Not necessarily." The master thought.

Verlander's pupils immediately contracted. He knew that the master was not a groundless person. For all, as long as he said, there were very few things that could not be completed. He said he wanted to make a snail man. Although the time was beyond the plan, it was undeniable that the snail man had completely declined. However, this time, even Verlander didn't know how to follow this sentence.

"But not now." The master glanced at Verlander calmly, "You need to remember that there is nothing, no one can stop us."

"I understand, master!" Weiland said solemnly.

They were silent for a moment, and soon Verland's voice sounded: "The representatives of several other executive races are coming to us."

The master turned his head and saw that the two people walking upright in front were a few guys who were not dressed in clothes—or the definition of their clothes was the armor used in battle—were like a group of deformed lobsters, slightly hunched, covered with scales, and like they had just crawled out of the mud, gray-black, and two vague eyes on their heads were not conspicuous. On the contrary, the long tentacles that hung down from their ears to their chests seemed even more eye-catching.

The master knew that they were "Celora", one of the permanent races, a group of non-Ros descendants who seemed to evolve from marine organisms. However, compared with the Zerg, their evolutionary and development history is much longer. Among all races, it is estimated that only the Roos are older than them.

The master's eyes naturally ignored the two executive races behind. For the descendants of the Loss, there is nothing easy to understand. After contacting them for a long time, they are nothing but two-legged. Perhaps some of them will show different small differences due to the characteristics of their other half's genes, but overall they are not very different.

Serola, who was sitting next to the Zerg representative seat, is said to be the most powerful of the four permanent races recognized. At the same time, as a group of non-Ros descendants, their existence can gain the favor of the Zerg. They have many similarities. Serola was once a powerful race that wanted to invade the surrounding star fields by force. It was not until it accidentally provoked Sebert and finally grabbed the helping hand of the Los tribe.

Verlander talked with the representatives of Celora beside him. The several Celora all turned their curious eyes to the master who had been sitting firmly. As the leader of the race, although Verlander, who appears most frequently in public, has been identified as the leader of the Zerg, the representatives are not a role that follows the crowd. They know very well that although Verlander holds great power, he is just a spokesperson.

The creature sitting in front of him who didn't speak much was the real leader of the Zerg. Celora also obtained some backward plane images from humans, and could be identified from some aspects. This guy, who was called "the devil in a thousand cuts" by humans, is the "master".

The master didn't know what the aliens were thinking. But just now, he (carrier) observed that several human representatives also came over. He finally became interested in observing them at such a relaxing moment in his past. Although none of the representatives in it knew.

But that's right. The Galaxy War has been halted for more than 60 years. It is said that just a few years ago... I passed away due to various reasons in my body, at the age of more than 110. As a leader who has led mankind for more than half a century, the leader of the Zerg, although he was extreme and shameless, no one could deny that Blair did allow humans to preserve their foundation in the fierce attacks of the Zerg. His merits and demerits became a hot topic in the reformed human society shortly after his death, but the master felt an unknown sense of loneliness from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps it was the former opponent who suddenly disappeared without saying a word, or perhaps it was he who looked back on the sighing life he had spent. When the enemy who had once mortalized took away all the dissatisfaction and contempt of Blair when he died, he felt that it was necessary to leave him a little respect in the end. It was also a very vague human life in memory... The decades of experience of the Zerg have been completely integrated into instinct. If it were not for the "human" group that still existed, he would probably be unable to remember the scenes of the humble life named "Hu Yi" struggling in painful death.

Now he has no feeling for humanity, and his hatred for Sebert fills his entire life, endless, unchangeable, and unable to transfer. It will not be until the opponent completely falls down, disappears completely, and returns everything that belongs to him, that he will stop and truly relax.

The master's memory goes back to the beautiful days he once had. It has been sixty years. These long years have almost wiped out everything familiar, but he still insists on it, and his perseverance has not changed at all because of the passage of time.

"I will do it, I will grab you back!"

His hand held the armrest of the seat with force. No one, nothing could stop him. The road ahead was long, but just like the once extremely powerful spiral domain star people would eventually be destroyed by the Zerg's tricks. He would finish his journey and would usher in the scene he hoped for.

...

The meeting began with the arrival of racial representatives. The wise man of the Los tribe made a brief speech. From the beginning of the war to the present, it has been 960 years. According to the time-organization method used by the Los tribe, the war has almost gone through a great cycle (1080 years).

"In the process of our continuous struggle for survival and home, countless warriors stood up, and warriors were falling quietly. But our sense of struggle will never stop because of the strength of the enemy. Our struggle will continue until the Cybert crisis is lifted!" The speech of the Los warriors was obviously even more excited. "One of the executive race with outstanding abilities - the spiral domain star man automatically applied to withdraw from the executive meeting because of his own ability problems, but it does not mean that our strength is drying up. A race with extremely dynamic and expressive power among countless races, who are also powerful and powerful, and have a huge number of races have risen step by step in the war!"

"They are--" The warrior raised his voice and looked at the Zerg representative seat. "The Zerg - a group of people who are not descendants of our tribe, but can leap to the current level of strength in two short cycles of reincarnation. As a new and vigorous force, we should give them enough motivation!"

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on several representatives of the Zerg.

No matter what, the Zerg was elected as the executive race. The Zerg once caused a lot of conflicts because of their recklessness, but in recent decades, their "mistakes" have become much less. Although they are still extremely fierce, as a group of combat races, this is a must-have!

The leader of the Zerg, the master, still maintains his low-key and calm personality and rarely appears in public. He is not too used to such scenes exposed to everyone, nor is he used to releasing his bold ambitions before he has achieved his goal.

But Verland's speech also represents to a certain extent the dominance of himself.

The master nodded with satisfaction. The ceremony was not too long, and all races also voted for the key votes in the election. Everyone understood that the Loss tribe determined the final result, and looking at the alliance, no one could take over the snails’ vacant position than the Zerg.

Starting today, the rising Zerg officially became one of the five bigwigs in the league.
Chapter completed!