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"Great news!"

"According to reports from frontline reporters, the diplomatic team that went to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods has achieved unprecedented success!"

"Humanity as a whole has reached a first-stage cooperation agreement with the Snakeman civilization, and has taken a historic first step!"

"In the first phase of the cooperation agreement, the two parties jointly develop seabed minerals, respect each other, non-interference, equality and mutual benefit, peaceful coexistence, and dangerous information sharing..."

"This agreement has opened a new chapter in history. The great development of the Sea of ​​Demon Gods will accelerate the development of human civilization, and more talents will emerge in our world."

Today, Li Xianfeng's broadcast is particularly full of passion. This good news has completely exceeded the psychological expectations of all human beings, even the highest level of human beings are somewhat unexpected!

In fact, from the very beginning, the highest level of human beings only wanted to meet each other and get acquainted, but never thought about signing any agreement. After all, the future is long, so there is no need to be too anxious.

Not only the frontline staff are very nervous, but the public opinion in human society is tense, and netizens on the Internet are arguing every day.

And the Occult International Alliance, as the main driver of this diplomatic operation, naturally bears the greatest pressure.

In the event of a clash of civilizations breaking out, the Supernatural Alliance, which has just been formed a few years ago, will inevitably bear the biggest scapegoat!

Blame culture can be described as a common problem of intelligent civilization!

Don't think that when a war breaks out, human beings will immediately become monolithic.

What people like to do the most is to throw the blame away. If they do something wrong, no matter whether they are responsible or not, they have to find a blamer to take the blame for him, and then all the staff curse together: "It's all your fault!"

But now that the crisis is lifted, the prestige of the Occult Alliance will naturally rise to a higher level.

With the reversal of the level of public opinion, the enthusiasm of the people for exploring the Sea of ​​Demon Gods has also risen sharply. The public opinion on the Internet has become one-sided, and reporters have also taken to the streets to randomly interview the cheering crowd.

Passerby A: "My buddies also want to go fishing in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods. This time, it is definitely not an air force. It is said that the fish there are big and black, and they are very delicious."

Passer-by B: "You ask me what I'm thinking? I'm wondering... Are there any beautiful snakes among the snake people? Is it cool to hold on your body, and you don't need to turn on the air conditioner in summer? I hope the government will quickly introduce beauties from different races to solve the imbalance between men and women!"

"By the way, what do they look like? After intermarrying with snake people, will there be reproductive isolation?"

These comments are too perverted, and Lao Zhang always feels that this group of people is deliberately causing trouble.

In the end, the reporter in charge of the interview seemed too embarrassed, and finally found a normal person and made a normal speech.

"My thoughts... well, I should be more cautious in the future, and I can't be negligent because of this success. After all, most people can't survive in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods for a long time."

"We have to support the Supernatural International Alliance. We humans are not a unified civilization... Everyone must know this, we still have a lot of internal differences... It is impossible for more than a hundred countries to establish diplomatic relations with aliens Bar?"

"This guy is arranged by the old king. He speaks so well! Humanity is indeed not unified yet."

Even Zhang Ming, who was far away in the sky, shook his head when he heard the good news.

He has been thinking about this matter for many days, and he couldn't help saying to himself: "It seems that the snake civilization is really a relatively friendly civilization? It is rich in beautiful snakes? Hmm... it seems..."

Zhang Ming fantasized about the appearance of a beautiful snake wrapped around his body, and realized that he had a tendency to fall into evil, so he quickly stopped thinking about it.

"Is the luck of mankind good? Or, the intervention of Honggang civilization has accelerated the communication between the two sides?"

"Never mind him, as long as the result is good."

Radio: "Listener friends, thank you for listening, and 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.

The icy silence came into view, the dark green ocean had no waves, and a deep 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 breath 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 on their last days, trying to survive.

The source of the Honggang people's world was completely closed two weeks ago. Without the power of protection, 12,000 people had to resist the terrifying existence here.

The entire deck was pitch-black, with no light at all, and only a group of strongest men were in charge of guarding the deck.

They also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhang Ming come back.

The leader of the soldier captain was also a strong man who broke through the two barriers of the human limit. He bent slightly and said hello: "My lord."

"Hello, nothing happened." Zhang Ming stretched his arms and did some warm-up exercises.

"It should... nothing happened." The soldier captain glanced at the surrounding environment and whispered, "A few monsters have climbed onto the deck and are wandering randomly, but they don't have much interest in our ship. Don't bother them rashly, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Zhang Ming nodded: "I'll clean them up when I have the time... Is there anything else worth paying attention to?"

"There is a scorpion-like thing 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 pushed open the door and entered the deck.

Looking at the back of Zhang Ming leaving, the soldier captain couldn't help but sigh in his heart, extraordinary people are really fierce, monsters they don't want to touch at all, for extraordinary people, killing them is killing them...

"Perhaps, there is really hope of surviving..."

...

In the dark abyss, the green flames burn endlessly, coupled with the irregular attacks of regular monsters, this environment is indeed a bit depressing and terrifying.

The "Lost People" debuff here may be about 20 times that of the Sea of ​​Demon Gods. Only a strong and intelligent group can resist the adverse effects of this decline in mental value.

Even Zhang Ming himself needs to resist this mental pressure by integrating into the group of Honggang people.

Otherwise, he would lose about 10 points of mental value a day, which would not be conducive to the long-term tug-of-war in the future.

Honggang people tried their best to modify the ship, and closed most of the entrances and exits of the cabins. Most of the crew hid in the cabins and huddled together to keep warm. The cabin is brightly lit, and some plants that can purify the air grow wantonly, which can effectively provide a self-circulating ecological environment.

There are only a few strong ones, guarding the entrance to guard against monster invasion.

Even the armor on the soldier's body was carefully developed and manufactured by craftsmen. In fact, it has no special function. It just disguises itself as a stone to reduce the possibility of being attacked.

Not to mention, this kind of plan is really good. The frequency of being attacked 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 go back to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods and take a look at the blue sky and white clouds... Is there anything I need to do?" Zhang Ming's words were transmitted through the communication device Pass to the translation desk.

Honggang people want to visit the peak civilization, so they naturally have their own translation means, a mysterious machine called "translator", which has a certain learning ability.

After so many days, the "translator" can be considered to have learned the basic language of human beings.

Soon, the translator passed 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 community in this world, the Honggang civilization, a relatively old civilization, naturally has far more extensive information channels than humans.

The base camp naturally does not want this ship to be lost in the abyss with so many elites. Even if it costs some money, it will have to trade more information from other civilizations.

"At present, we have found two ways to leave the abyss." Gondor said in the headset, "The first is to get through it forcefully."

"We have found a race named Megalithic Civilization, who also fell into the abyss thousands of years ago. With their racial talent, they turned into stones and survived until the day they were spit out by the abyss .”

"How long will it take?" Lao Zhang asked anxiously.

"According to the data of the megalithic civilization, it will be about three hundred years. After 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's face twitched involuntarily, and his heart felt cold.

He could survive for three hundred years, but his family members, including his niece, were all turned into ashes!

Gondor said again: "In fact, we are not sure how long it will take. After all, every abyss is different."

"How long can your soldiers last?" 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 just reached the limit of human beings, and their life span is between two and four hundred years. years, but many people are already over a hundred years old, and it is already the limit to live to see the blue sky and white clouds again."

"If they practice hard, can they live longer?"

"Uh...it's hard. You can't ask these technicians to have too much talent, although they are outstanding in their own fields...not to mention that my ship's resources are really limited, and it's pretty good to survive. So many resources..." Gondor said helplessly, "Irregular minerals are good, but they can't be eaten. The monsters in the abyss can only be eaten by you, and there is nothing to eat except for fuel. Useful."

"So this resource is used a little less!"