Alien Domination

"Has there been no movement yet?"

"By the side of the Tamara Galaxy./Literature Net"

With a look of tiredness, Carlisle, who just walked into the conference room, asked impatiently before sitting down.

"No."

"Unless alien civilizations allow us to enter or they leave, we won't know where and what is happening."

At the conference table, a fat middle-aged woman stood up and responded to the haggard-looking leader.

This answer was also in Carlisle's expectation.

I don't know how many days I haven't slept well, and he was ordered to become the leader of "Spark Civilization" when he was in danger. What Carlisle had was the huge pressure that was about to crush him.

If there is something unusual about the "Tamara Galaxy" or "Alien Civilization", he, as the leader, will know for the first time.

Carlisle raised this question only because he was worried about whether something happened during the time he went upstairs.

"How long will General Eddie be back?"

Sitting in his seat, Carlisle stretched out his fingers and rubbed his brows and asked another question.

"The war on General Eddie's side has already begun, and now he retreats suddenly, he is worried that Dart civilization will take advantage of it to pursue it."

"We are not sure whether Alien Civilization will help us. After the fatal blow suffered by our mech squadron, if the Dart Civilization fleet comes over again and transfers the battlefield to our civilization, it will definitely be a disaster."

"So, General Eddie is looking for an opportunity. According to him, Dart civilization will automatically retreat in three sidereal days, and then he will return with the fleet."

Another middle-aged man stood up and responded to the leader.

"Of course, General Eddie also said that if we decide to fight the alien civilization, then he will be back soon."

"At that time, if the Dart civilization also chases over, it will inevitably be dragged into this chaos, and maybe things will turn for the better."

After speaking, the middle-aged man added another sentence before sitting down.

"Go to war?"

"What shall we use to fight alien civilization?"

"Alien Masters plus a few aliens almost completely destroyed all of our mech brigade in an instant."

"Now I want to go to war with them, what shall we use to attack them? Let our people get rid of their spit and drown them?"

Putting down his hand, the leader half-squinted to look at the middle-aged man, and said in a mocking tone.

Lowering his head, the middle-aged man said nothing.

"I know, what are you worried about."

"Once I am overwhelmed by pressure, I may impulsively make a decision to go to war."

"Is it just useful? Once I make this decision, you will immediately dismiss me in the next moment."

"Isn't that so?"

No longer paying attention to the middle-aged man, Carlisle looked at the faces of other people on the conference table and said lightly.

No one responded, and no one looked at him.

"wait."

"Wait patiently."

"We have always thought that we are very powerful civilizations in the universe. Even if we are dealing with the alien civilizations mentioned by the Tamara tribe before, we will definitely defeat them."

"As a result, we are so fragile, almost vulnerable."

"The survival of the entire Spark civilization rests on the alien master."

"Which of you have thought of such a thing before?"

No one paid any attention, and Carlisle didn't stop talking.

"Things should not develop to that point."

"If the Alien Lord wanted to destroy us, he should have done it long ago. Why should we wait?"

At this time, one person finally spoke.

"What does the Tamara do?"

"They are playing biotechnology and genetic technology."

"Is it hard to understand what the alien civilization is looking for?"

"Once they achieve their purpose, do you know what they will do?"

"Ignore us and still use us to train soldiers."

"If you were an alien ruler, what would you do?"

Staring at the man, Carlisle kept asking rhetorically in a somewhat aggressive tone.

"I have never been like now, wishing we were weaker and weaker."

"Because only then can alien civilizations ignore us."

"Tell Eddie, don't come back."

"If we are eventually destroyed by the alien civilization, at least Eddie can take the fleet back to the home planet, and then take the people over there to leave, so that our race can continue to multiply."

"This is the only thing we can do right now. As for the rest, just listen..."

Carlisle, who has always been a puppet, is acting like a real leader today.

When his words were recognized by more people in the conference room, before he could finish speaking, the staff in a corner of the conference room suddenly stood up and interrupted his voice.

"There is movement over the Tamara Galaxy."

"Alien army is flying here, if they use the space jump, they are expected to arrive soon."

"Also...Also, the Tamara tribe should have also followed, because we found a large number of aircraft in the alien army."

The tone was full of shock, but the young female staff member said this without stammering.

"Teng" stood up, the previous exhaustion disappeared without a trace, Carlisle said, "Go."

Others stood up and followed him out in a hurry. Someone asked urgently at the same time: "Where are you going?"

"Go to meet the Alien Lord and the Tamara tribe, or what else?"

Carlisle snorted angrily, then boarded a transport ship with the senior officials of the "Spark Civilization" and quickly flew into outer space.

Just when they converged with the outer space fleet and transferred to a miniature warship, but before they could fly outside the star system, they received the news that the alien army had appeared outside the star system.

"In our previous war with the Tamara tribe, how many of them were killed?"

"Also, how many of them died in our hands indirectly or directly in these years?"

Seeing that he was about to reach outside the star system, Carlisle suddenly remembered a question and immediately asked the people around him.

"The Tamara tribe surrendered almost without resistance, so not many people died in the war, about a thousand."

"However, since their resignation, up to now, more than 5,000 people have died in our hands."

"Except for some special events, most of them died on our experimental platform."

The person next to him quickly called up the information on the portable light screen, and at the same time slightly responded to Carlisle.

"Do you think the key lies in the Tamara tribe?"

At this time, the fat woman couldn't help asking Carlisle.

"For alien civilizations, whether we live or die, they may not care."

"So, the key to the problem lies with the Tamara tribe."

"Total six thousand people before and after, it doesn't sound like a lot, but considering their population ratio, how many lives do you think we have to pay this time to calm the Tamara tribe?"

Carlisle answered her sadly.