But fortunately, this Proxian had not lost his mind, and he saw that the figures in front of him should not be synthetics, nor should they be slaves of the Reaper, so he instinctively did not use all his strength just now.

Otherwise, the few scientists of all races who were close would have been seriously injured or hung up by now. This Proxian is a warrior of the same level as Sister Xue.

After pushing the man in front of him away, Prosian struggled to sit up, and slammed off the test bench as he tried to turn around, clearly regaining his sense of balance.

After falling to the ground, he struggled to find balance on his limbs as he retreated to a corner of the room. Leaning against the wall, he staggered to his feet.

He looked warily at the few people in the room, and finally saw the environment clearly, and then he opened his mouth to say a few words that no one could understand.

However, although I didn't understand it, according to the understanding in the plot of the game, Shen Chao in the control room could also see it at this time, and at this time, this Proxian was saying: "I actually surrounded ...... by a group of primitive people" and something like that.

After the attacker's accident, a whole emergency response team outside immediately rushed into the real room with guns, and they pointed the muzzle of the tranquilizer gun at the Protén, ready to shoot.

But Sister Xue, who had already gotten up in the room, stopped them. She ordered the emergency team to lower the muzzle of their guns, then took off her helmet and gloves. She knew how to communicate with this Protése.

Seeing this, several scientists in the command room who were still shocked just now were immediately frightened, and several biologists and medical scientists rushed to the operation table in a hurry, shouting in the communication channel to ask Sister Xue to put the helmet and gloves back on.

They specially arranged such a sterile environment to open the hibernation cabin, in order to be foolproof, 50,000 years have passed, God knows if this Protégé can adapt to the current natural environment is harmless to the vast majority of intelligent races germs?

If this unique Prothean who survived 50,000 years died of some germ or virus of their time, then they, the doctors and biologists in charge, would really have to apologize for their deaths.

Of course, Sister Xue didn't listen to them. After taking off her helmet and gloves, she stretched out her hands and slowly walked to the Prosian's side. As a gesture of kindness, as she approached, she reached for one of her hands.

She had been input a lot of information by Proxian Xinbiao before, and she knew that Proxian had the same social habits as most races in the current Divine Castle, and had the same way as Guò physical contact.

Although she didn't understand the specific meaning of such an act to the Prothean in front of her, she didn't know what most of the memories passed on to her by the beacon meant. But she knew that her current appearance was a friendly act according to the Proxian culture.

Sure enough, the Proxian in front of him no longer looked at her hostilely after seeing her do this, but also stretched out a hand. Shook her hand.

Then, the nervous systems of the two of them are temporarily connected together, exchanging a part of the nervous system information with each other.

Protheans have a very unique talent for being able to resonate with the nervous systems of most living beings through very small physical contact, and then transmit messages.

In this respect, they are similar to the Asares, but their ability to communicate is much better than that of the Asares.

The Asareans can only befriend other races. You can only read a small amount of the other person's superficial memory when you are completely relaxed, but it is difficult to learn anything in this way.

Unlike the Protheus, they are able to connect their consciousness with the consciousness of individuals who have some physical contact with them at any time, and can exchange a large amount of information in a very short period of time.

With the simple contact just now, this Proxian immediately read some inherent unimportant information in Sister Xue's brain memory. In this way, I learned the language of human beings in an instant!

And Sister Xue also saw several profound scenes in the memory of this Proxian just now, the war against the Reaper, and the tragic ground battle...... And so on and so forth. This exchange of memories does not end until their hands are released.

"What age is this?" Letting go of his hand, Protheus asked in a fluent human lingua franca. He had just learned human language through guò neural communication.

But about Sister Xue's memory, he only saw a very small part. So it's not enough for him to know what age it is and what it's like outside.

"Since you hibernated?" That's been 50,000 years, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Shepard, these are the scientists who dug you out, you can understand me, right? ”

Sister Xue asked, she was also very surprised to hear the other party ask her just now, after all, the other party obviously didn't know their language before she touched this Proxian just now.

"That's right, I can understand your language, human, I've read your superficial nerve cells, so I can already understand your language......" Protheus replied in his characteristic tone.

He briefly explained how his ability worked, and the scientists in the command room immediately recorded every word he said, especially the biologists who had spoken out against it before.

Most of the people in this room supported themselves by studying the Proxian civilization, and they only now knew this basic characteristic of the Protése.

"Who rules the galaxy right now?" Prostheus then asked, not too surprised to hear that 50,000 years had passed.

He had foreseen the current situation since the collapse of the hibernation facility, and the most important thing he needed to do now was to immediately find the highest authority in the galaxy in this cycle and issue a warning about the Reapers on behalf of his race. If only it wasn't too late!

"The Citadel Council, that's the highest authority in the galaxy right now. Sister Xue replied.

Although the council is not omnipotent, it is always at odds with her. But when it comes to it, it's really the result of the Citadel Council's final decision on the galaxy's major events. It is the best representation of the central power within the galaxy.

"I'm asking what kind of racial domination is now?" Didn't you ask the government agencies, is it you humans who rule? Proscenium asked in a slightly angry tone.

The human in front of him didn't understand his question, which made him angry. After all, his current restraint in communicating with a "primitive person" is already very cheap for him.

The fact that he could not answer the simple questions posed to him at once made him feel like he was still talking to an uncivilized monkey.

Although, in reality, the fault actually lies with himself, he has not yet mastered the lingua franca of mankind, and the question he asked just now is too general.

"No, we're not. Sister Xue replied when she heard this. Although he also wants the Star Federation to dominate the galaxy, the Citadel Council is still the undisputed steward of the galaxy.

"Very well, the last time I saw your race, you were both still living in a cave. If you rule, I can't imagine what kind of disaster it will be. The Protheus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He didn't realize how offensive his words were, and when Shen Chaotong saw this on the big screen, he even wondered if Sister Xue would hear it, so he rushed up and beat the other party directly.

"Wait, I say it's not us who rule because it's not just humans who rule the galaxy, my race and the Citadel Council of the Asare, Touareg, and Salarui run the galaxy. ”

Sister Xue suppressed her anger, raised her head and replied proudly, because the current status of the Star Alliance has a lot to do with her, as long as she defeats the threat of the Reaper, her name will eventually be recorded in the annals of history.

"Together? Absurd! Are you an idiot to me, human? When the Protheus heard this, he was immediately enraged, and the "primitive man" in front of him dared to lie to him face to face like this.

In his opinion, it is impossible for any different races to share political power, that is, the political struggle within the same race is often so fierce that you live and die.

Not to mention the power of such a magnitude as ruling the galaxy. He did not believe that any dominant race would be willing to give up such rights.

"The last time I saw them, the Asarei couldn't even write, the Salari were still eating flies, the Touareg ...... Do you expect me to believe that you primitives are all civilized? Proxian pointed at Sister Xue and asked.

In his opinion, the human in front of him must be lying to him. So he commented without virtue. And his comments on various races had already reached the command room at this time, shocking the high-ranking officials in the scientific and political circles in the command room.

"Is this what the sages thought of us?" A Hana scholar cried out about everyone's confusion. Others have expressed the same incredulity.

After all, the major races in the galaxy still have a good impression of the Protheus. Especially Hana, a race that has completely mythologized the Prosians. The Protheans are the gods of their mythology.

There are individuals of all major races in this room, and their respective races have basically relied on the various scientific and technological relics left by the Protheans to develop high-level science and go out of their own galaxy and enter the great prosperity of the interstellar age.

Therefore, the academic circles of the major races have basically beautified the Proxian civilization to a greater or lesser extent. Under these beautifications, the Prothean became a sower of civilization and a selfless mentor in the hearts of many people.

They believe that before Protheus himself disappears, it is possible to provide them with a wealth of technological information, Mass Effect repeaters, citadels, and so on.

This kind of glorification has been going on for tens of thousands of years in societies of some races and has become a part of their culture, so they are so surprised and sad to hear that their ancestors were so unbearable in the mouths of the sage civilization Prosian. (To be continued.) )

PS: I read it just now, and this book has finally broken a million words. I would like to thank you for your long-term support from book friends such as "Low-key Luxury T", "Scarlet Memoirs", I Am Lolicon, Xiao Tang's Area 51, The Return of the Fart, Izumo, and Wape Spider ......, without you, I would probably have given up on continuing to create a long time ago. As long as you continue to support me, I will continue to write, and I will definitely write this book and the whole trilogy......