After a series of business dealings, Lu Ping'an's redemption went to the front.

If the trip to Mercury a few days ago can be called a trip, the next thing to encounter may be the real purgatory on earth.

"It's fishy."

This is not an adjective or in a certain room, just standing on the deck of the Redemption, feeling the sea breeze caressing his skin, Lu Ping'an can smell the thick smell of blood in it.

"It's fresh."

But perhaps, you don't need to use your nose.

It turns out that the blood of most of the creatures here is also red."

When the ship sailed into a sea of red and saw the corpses of sea beasts floating on it, and scattered fragments of fishmen and long-handed people floating in it, everyone knew that this was the place to enter the war zone.

Lu Ping'an and his entourage frowned, subconsciously nervous, but those ordinary long-handed and fish-man warriors looked calm.

Perhaps, for them, this is the real daily life.

It took more than ten minutes for the long sea of blood to pass through, and by that time the Redemption had been stained with a layer of blood, like the wreckage of other floating ships on the sea.

And that's just the beginning.

The second wave, the third wave, when Lu Ping'an didn't bother to count the blood sea area that he had encountered for the first time, there were sailors shouting by the side of the ship.

"There's a living one that's still floating, can you make up for it to free him?"

Hearing this, Lu Ping'an was stunned for a moment, is it so cruel?

"What ethnicity?"

"Fish-man, it shouldn't be the Lost Fish-Man (Octopus)."

Pull it up."

And looking at the "big fish" that was dragged up, Lu Ping'an knew why the fish-man sailor was so cruel.

It was a large fish-man more than three meters long, but half of his body had been sliced open, and most of the blood had been shed, only the pair of dark slender fish eyes still contained a desire for life.

In the eyes of most people, this level of injury is not as good as giving up directly.

But for Lu Ping'an

"Deferred payment."

Since there is still a possibility of survival, Lu Ping'an's "rules" can give it a new life.

When the wound of this unlucky man who was waiting to die recovered instantly, from a fatal wound that broke to a medium-sized wound that needed to be treated, this large fish-man with a black back and white belly still had his eyes open in anger, eager to survive.

"Wake up, you've been strengthened, you can send it again."

In the middle of the sound, the fish was stunned, staggered to his feet, and looked at the fatal wound on his body in a daze.

"Soche, why did you end up like this?"

"Master Shakda."

Since there are acquaintances, Lu Ping'an naturally gives up his position, lets them communicate, and understands the situation by himself.

But after listening to two sentences, I felt that it was not interesting, in fact, this big guy turned over and said two sentences: "I met the lava clan, and then I fought, and I lost".

"Why do you fight?"

When the cat asked the questions of the professionals and tried to supplement the information, the fish people turned their heads strangely and looked at her in surprise.

"Meow? What's wrong with meow? ”

"Uh, wouldn't it be natural to kill when we met? Do you need a reason?"

These natural expressions and words seem to be very amateurish.

At this moment, the human beings are also a little unable to do it, although the information has already said that many parties have become old enemies, but as long as this intelligent creature enters the face, it is too direct and cruel to kill each other to the end.

But if the centuries-old struggle between several civilizations and ethnic groups has become inertia, rationally, it seems to be taken for granted.

Both sides have reasons to kill each other, so why waste words and give up the advantage of striking first.

When the cats were a little autistic, only the lord Shakda had a subtle expression, he thought for a moment, and then pulled away the road that was still ready to see the excitement.

"Your Excellency, something is wrong?"

"Uh, didn't your people say it's all normal?"

"They don't know that I said before that there is no Fish-Man City and a private trade channel with the Dwarves (Lava Clan)? It's their 'Sandy Bay City'. ”

Lu Ping'an touched his chin, isn't this also normal? Another game about betrayal.

"No, it's not normal, for the Lava Clan, cultivating a trustworthy fish-man agent is extremely troublesome and time-consuming, and it will take years or even more than ten years of persuasion and grace for our clan to accept this kind of private transaction, and now that the Lava Clan has directly torn its face, it means"

"Don't they need you?"

"Yes, there is a high probability of this explanation, but"

After all, the Lava Clan is still a group of foreign people, they are eager for local resources, but in fact, they are not congenitally aquatic creatures, and the root cause of their transformation of the environment is that they cannot adapt to the local environment.

They also need local supplies, they need local labor. But for the most part, they are directly "enslaved".

The corpse of the fishman with a circle around his neck, Lu Ping'an didn't know how much he saw along the way, this kind of fire-attribute irascible dwarf is a typical interstellar colony and slavery country.

In this way, they still have many trade channels with other ethnic groups in private, and Shakda's Shawan City is one of them.

Cultivating a white glove is not simply a matter of giving money and resources, the hatred of the fish people and the long-handed clan for the brutal gray dwarf is full, and the huge trade profits and regular "dividends" have successfully cultivated a long-term and stable trading channel.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to tear up this channel, it is naturally not good news.

"Either the other side has received a lot of support and logistics from the headquarters, or they have reached an alliance with other calamity groups, whatever the reason, it is not good for the local population."

But the fish-man lord has some different opinions.

"It is also possible that my people betrayed the covenant."

But Shakda took the initiative to put forward another possibility, in fact, he felt that this was the most likely development path.

As the head of a primitive civilization with an average education level equal to prenatal education, he knows very well that the lower limit of his people's intellect and morality is that there is no lower limit at all! As long as there are enough benefits, there is nothing they can't do.

Not every primitive village is associated with simplicity and kindness, on the contrary, the more reckless and primitive the ethnic group, due to the long-term lack of survival resources and the pressure of external disasters, on the contrary, in the face of temptation, will appear more selfish and short-sighted.

In Shakda's eyes, his ethnicity can really attract him because of something or a certain treasure, directly tear up the secret covenant that has lasted for decades, and turn from a partner into a greedy thief.

Actually, there is a greater possibility of betrayal by our people."

Shakda didn't hide it, because there were some things that couldn't be hidden, and the more he was sincere in cooperating with the Human Alliance, the more he needed to be honest.

The fishmen are scattered sand, just as they are all called fishmen, but they are actually the aggregate of countless different species, and it is even possible that the source of the bloodline is not the same galaxy.

He could not represent any other ethnicity, only himself and his city.

And the honesty of the fish-man lord in front of him surprised Lu Ping'an, and at the same time, he also laughed out loud.

"Rest assured, we'll find out soon."

"Soon?"

"Look over there."

The fish-man lord turned his head sharply, only to see that on the other side of the sea, a gray dwarf steel battleship was slowly approaching.

"Look, they're eyeing us first."

(End of chapter)