Deep Space Wandering Fleet
Chapter 368 - 367: Signal Reconnaissance and Language Decryption

Chapter 368: Chapter 367: Signal Reconnaissance and Language Decryption

In the midst of this anxious discussion and commotion, three days hurried past... For both sides on the battlefield, it was a period of agony that was indescribable.

All the fanatics lying on the ground were so hungry they felt dizzy, barely able to hold on any longer.

Suddenly, a car came from the distance, reigniting the fanaticism of all the Riley people, making them cheer again, and even begin to worship recklessly.

This massive car was more than ten times bigger than the largest creature on Riley Star!

"Click!"

The car’s cargo door slowly opened.

Some wounded emerged from the vehicle!

They saw their dumbfounded comrades and shouted with full vigor, "We’re back, haha, we’re back!"

"We’re back!"

Some of the more severely injured were even sitting in electric wheelchairs, also screaming hysterically—these wheelchairs were, of course, gifts from humans.

Watching the rolling wheels and the glowing lights, all the Riley people’s eyes widened!

No animals pulling it, yet it could move?

Indeed... It was the power of the Divine!

"Hart, are your wounds healed? It’s simply unbelievable!" one soldier couldn’t help asking his friend, envy nearly dripping from his eyes.

"I don’t know, it still hurts a bit... The Divine Messenger treated us. I don’t really understand what happened..."

This soldier named Hart, recalling this incredible journey, was still overwhelmingly excited.

That place... bright, shiny decorations, all sorts of unbelievable things, it was really hard to describe in the language of the Riley people.

But he dared not speak recklessly or speculate wildly; that would be a grave sin! He secretly reminded himself in his heart: If you don’t know, just say you don’t know.

"Metal, this is metal! My God!" Some Riley people discovered some metal on the wheelchairs. Metal, here, was extremely valuable.

"Where are the others?"

Hart bowed his head, "I don’t know. Some who were too severely injured were taken away by devils (died)."

"Yes, even the Divine Messenger... couldn’t snatch life from the hands of devils."

In their religious scriptures, the Divine is the supreme being, omniscient and omnipotent, unfathomable, and impossible to appear in the world. If one rationalizes it as "Divine Messenger," not being able to resurrect the dead could somewhat be explained.

The thinking of this civilization was such, attributing everything to the Divine, even forming a complete, invulnerable set of logic, pushing everything to an obscure Divine.

"Hart, what exactly do their words mean?"

"I don’t know... I can’t understand their language. It’s the Divine’s language, how could I possibly know!"

Soon, in this discussion, all the returned wounded had met with high-ranking individuals, and there were simply too many questions to ask.

These wounded, treated by humans, suddenly transformed into guests of honor, some of the Riley people immediately began to relish in the treatment of nobles, while others were terrified, struggling to accept this change in status.

With this bizarre encounter, after returning... being granted a noble title would definitely not be a problem.

Yes, such is religious civilization, where the leap in social status can sometimes be extremely difficult, even if you pay a great price, others still look down on you, considering you an inferior race, as determined by birth.

Sometimes it’s inexplicably simple, a unique encounter causing a huge shift in status.

The military leader already used honorifics for these wounded, "Lord Hart, Divine Messenger, what do they want us to do? Will they help us win this war?"

His undertone was, which side do the envoys really stand on?

"I don’t know... They didn’t say."

"Metals, these are metals! Oh my God!"

"It’s real metal! So beautiful!"

An officer, after receiving permission, viciously bit into the wheelchair and nearly broke his teeth with a clang.

"What are you doing!"

The military camp was filled with startled and greedy tones from the upper classes, yet they couldn’t lay their hands on it.

It was a joke, this gift was from a Divine Messenger to the soldier, not even the emperor could snatch it!

Otherwise... that would be blasphemy!

Finally, the soldier slowly got used to his status and retrieved the wheelchair given by humans, putting an end to the chaotic farce.

...

A day later, since humans did not help each other but rather tended to wounds on both sides independently, the warring factions negotiated an end to the conflict naturally.

"In this situation, since the Divine Messenger helps neither side, it implies no desire for war, so we cannot possibly continue fighting."

"Yes... truly a merciful, unfathomable God."

All the high-ranking officials gathered in the barracks, discussing what to do and how to receive the other side among other things, whether they should offer sacrifices or make some other gestures...

Yes, sacrifices, that’s indeed an excellent idea.

"Or perhaps... the blasphemers should be sentenced to hanging! Perhaps it’s the divine will to execute these blasphemers."

"Yes, that’s how it should be!"

Under such assumptions, those charlatans who originally claimed to "communicate with the Divine" were naturally doomed... because of the emergence of humans, these charlatans who once had good lives suddenly suffered greatly.

Of course, humans didn’t know this, and even if they did, they wouldn’t care.

...

While the Riley people were plunged into heated confusion, some miniature robots were scouting around the military camp. These wheelchairs weren’t just a generous gift; they served as fully automated surveillance devices and signal transmitters, effectively acting as base stations.

Soon, a vast amount of Riley people’s vocal interactions and visual communications were sent to the command center of the transport ship, and from there, the signal was relayed back to Kunlun Mountain.

From these images, one could get a preliminary understanding of this alien civilization’s culture.

All the human experts gathered in the conference room were very excited, observing the Riley people’s arguments, prayers, and dietary habits. All sorts of images were captured by the robots.

"My goodness... see what I’ve found?" Li Zhendong said with a smirk, pointing at a screen.

These videos triggered a series of screams from female colleagues in the office.

"Such a bizarre sense of humor!"

Zhang Yuan frowned and shook his head, turning his gaze to another channel...

One could easily discern that this civilization had a strict social hierarchy, lower-class individuals had to prostrate themselves when speaking to higher-class individuals.

Higher-class individuals could even kill the lowest-class slaves without legal repercussions.

The Riley people who had been treated by humans suddenly rose from ordinary soldiers to exalted higher-class individuals, receiving fervent adulation. So much so that these Riley people were utterly intoxicated by these wonderful feelings, unable to extricate themselves.

"This could be considered a deep-rooted caste system. Some countries on Earth have similar traditions..."

"They also attribute everything to the Divine, including wealth, freedom, and birth, making everyone content with their status. Even the slaves seem brainwashed..."

This mindset and system naturally limited cognitive development and made it difficult for a strong civilization to emerge.

Even if humans explicitly informed them that humans came from the distant Solar System, whether they believed it was one issue; even if they did, it could be interpreted as "the Divine guided humans here," and even if humans intended to destroy them, it could also be interpreted as "the Divine being angry, wanting to end the world."

Thus, there was completely no way to explain it.