American Comic Dimensional Trading Device

During the next two weeks of their trip, they enjoyed the unique features and cuisines from many different civilizations and had a wonderful time.

Two weeks later, the group, who had basically toured the entire planet, were having lunch at the most luxurious hotel in the capital of Bedun. The next day, they would leave Bedun and head to Hala.

However, at that moment, Josie saw the starport in the sky, where a large number of spaceships suddenly poured in. The buildings on the planet Bedun are very tall, with buildings over a thousand meters high everywhere. In particular, the hotel where they were located was over three thousand meters high. Therefore, when the sky was clear and cloudless, the situation of the starport could be observed with the naked eye.

Not to mention that Josie and the others all have exceptional eyesight.

"What happened?" Josie asked curiously upon seeing this.

"Let me check!" Seeing this, Marwell also raised his hand, operated his wristwatch, and used his privileges to start looking up relevant information, and quickly got the results.

“I’ve got it! The Bedunians have destroyed another civilization and won a great victory. Those spaceships are all transporting spoils of war!” Marwell explained.

Upon hearing this news, the three of them fell silent.

The competition between civilizations in the universe is indeed cruel; during their time of travel, one civilization simply vanished.

"I wonder what kind of civilization was destroyed this time?" Josie asked after a moment of silence.

“It’s called Centaur, a relatively primitive civilization, even more backward than your Earth!” Marwell quickly replied after checking the information again.

"Centaurus? The one closest to our solar system?" Upon hearing Marwell's answer, Josie instinctively frowned.

Wait a minute, Centaurus? Could it be such a coincidence?

"Oh, don't misunderstand, this Centaur has absolutely nothing to do with your Earth's Centaur... After all, no one outside the solar system would recognize your planet's name, and this Centaur is a planet, while the one you named is a star, they're completely different things." Marville was taken aback upon hearing this, then remembered that Earthlings seemed to have named a nearby star in their solar system Centaur, and then explained with a smile.

Chapter 267 Space Interception War

"By the way, with the Bedun people's triumphant return, there will definitely be a large-scale trade fair on this planet, selling slaves and related items from the destroyed civilizations... Are you interested in going to take a look?" Marville suggested after explaining that the centaur that was destroyed was not the one near the solar system.

"What do you think?" Josie asked, glancing at the other two ladies at the table.

“Forget it, I’m not interested!” Margot frowned slightly, exchanged a glance with Carter, and then shook her head.

Carter also said he wasn't very interested.

"Then forget it, let's head to Hala tomorrow!" Marwell said, unconcerned.

So the next morning, having had their fill of fun in Bedoon, they boarded the spaceship again.

However, the day after Marwell's ship left the starport and entered the space jump, several figures draped in black robes appeared on the streets of Bedoon, driving a hovercar, a common sight on Bedoon, slowly approaching the slave market.

As the most prosperous planet in the star system, Bedoon is also a mixed bag. The security of the entire planet is tight on the outside but loose on the inside, and generally no one dares to cause trouble in the core star system of the Kree Empire.

Not to mention that this was the territory of the extremely warlike Bedun people.

Otherwise, given the strong physique and weaponry of the Bedun people, it's possible that they would be killed on the spot if they were lucky, and if they were unlucky, they would be captured and torn apart on the spot.

Therefore, the Bedun guards around the market didn't take the appearance of these people too seriously.

In particular, although these people were shrouded in black robes, their figures were still noticeably petite and slender. They didn't look like criminals at all, but rather like young ladies from wealthy families who had come to the market to watch the excitement while concealing their identities.

After these individuals underwent electronic identity verification and were confirmed by the guards to be "legitimate persons," they paid even less attention to it.

After entering the market, these people seemed to have done their research beforehand, and soon arrived at a shop.

This shop occupies a large area, with a large circle of various transparent display cases placed around it.

However, the goods displayed in these showcases are not ordinary items, but a living, intelligent humanoid life form.

However, after circling around these display cases, the men in black robes did not seem to have found the target they were looking for.

The shop staff seemed to have spotted these potential customers as well, and immediately went up to greet them.

"You distinguished guests seem dissatisfied with these slaves? No problem, our Dalton Trading Company has the most comprehensive distribution network in all of Bedoon and can provide customized services. As long as you can afford the price, we can get any race that is available on the market for you!" the staff member said confidently.

"Didn't you just receive a batch of centaur slaves yesterday? Why aren't they here?" the black-robed man in the lead asked rudely.

"Ah~ So you distinguished guests have come for the centaur slaves. I'm so sorry, this batch of goods was supposed to be displayed and sold today, but because the war with Nova has been quite intense recently, General Ronan, as the main general fighting against Nova, has bought up this batch of slaves to replenish his war slaves!" Hearing that these people had come for the newly arrived centaur slaves, the staff member couldn't help but sigh with regret.

Although Ronan is not yet a member of the Supreme Command, he is already a high-ranking general in the Kree Empire, holding a much higher position than Marville.

The goods he wanted were not to be neglected by the Bedun people, who were a subordinate race.

“…Ronan?” The man in black robes was somewhat surprised to hear this name.

"That's right, Lord Ronan. This batch of war slaves will probably be sent to Targaryen this afternoon," the staff member confirmed.

Located on the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy, Targ is an outpost of the Kree Empire in the Andromeda Galaxy and a frontline planet in the war against the Nova Empire.

"Afternoon? That means the goods are still here?" Upon hearing the staff member's words, the man in black immediately realized what was going on.

"Well, it is still there, but not here, it's in Starport... This batch of goods arrived the day before yesterday and was unloaded in the temporary warehouse in Starport. Before it could be sold, Lord Ronan placed an order for it." The staff member shrugged.

"Thanks!" After receiving the message, the man in black tossed a star coin to the other party as a tip, and then hurriedly left with his men.

"Hehe, thank you, sir!" The staff member had thought the business deal was off, but he was surprised to receive a piece of news that brought him a pleasant surprise, and it was a large sum of cash of one thousand star coins. This made him beam with joy.

"Number One, what do we do now? Should we just go to the starport and rob it?" On the way out, one of the men in black robes asked the leader.

"Shooting on someone else's turf? Are you crazy? Can you withstand the port's defense artillery?" the team leader, known as Number One, said irritably.

They are indeed extraordinary, capable of withstanding ordinary light weapons and even unafraid of facing small, isolated warships.

But facing a heavily fortified starport, and defensive cannons capable of engaging large warships, is a different story.

If things really escalate, it's not certain that we'll fail, but the losses will definitely be substantial.

It's not worth it for a bunch of centaurs you've never met.

"What should we do then?" the subordinate sighed.

"What's the rush? Go back and report the situation here to the master, and then follow the master's instructions!" Number One said coldly.

A few hours later, two large armed cargo ships, each over a thousand meters long, slowly departed from Starport, escorted by six smaller Kree Empire frigates, each about two hundred meters long.

These two cargo ships were the ones that transported slaves for the Kree military.

The ship carried not only 100,000 centaur slaves recently captured by the Bedun, but also tens of thousands of slaves from other cosmic civilizations, bringing the total number of people to nearly 200,000.

(During World War II, a 200-meter cruise ship converted into a troop transport could carry seven or eight thousand people. A 1,000-meter starship was far superior to any Earth ship in terms of length, height, and width. In Star Wars, the Imperial Star Destroyer, which was also over 1,000 meters long, had a crew of nearly 50,000, along with a large number of smaller ships and land vehicles. Converted into cargo ships, a single ship could carry 100,000 people.)

Because it was an armed cargo ship with considerable combat power, it was escorted by six elite frigates, and the entire voyage was along a relatively safe imperial transport route.

Therefore, this temporarily organized fleet was not actually very vigilant.

This led to its unfortunate fate.

The distance between Bedun and Targ is fifteen jump points, and at the speed of the Kree fleet, it will take about ten days.

However, just when the entire fleet thought it was just a simple transport mission, and they had just left the eleventh jump point and officially entered the Andromeda Galaxy, the fleet was attacked.

"Damn it, it's the Raiders! How dare they?" The Kree transport fleet commander, awakened by the alarm, was furious and extremely surprised when he discovered that the attackers were the notorious space pirates, the Raiders.

In his mind, these raiders usually only robbed weak civilizations that had just entered the space age and some regular cargo ships without warships escorting them.

But what about the Kree Empire's military transport fleet?

Are these looters drunk?

But the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

Shocked and enraged, he ordered a defensive operation while simultaneously trying to contact the other side and commanding his men to send out distress signals, hoping to resolve the conflict peacefully.

It wasn't that the commander was cowardly, nor was it because the raiders were particularly powerful.

After all, a typical raider ship is only about the size of a Kree Empire standard fighter jet.

However, the situation is somewhat different now.

Because there were quite a few raiders involved in the attack, judging from the number displayed on the spaceship's detector, there were at least a thousand.

There were even a few small warships, each over a hundred meters long, mixed in with them.

With that kind of number, there must be almost half of the raiders in the Andromeda Galaxy here.

Did I just intrude into the raiders' lair?

Moreover, because it was a surprise attack, when the Kree fleet jumped into this star system, two of the six escort ships were severely damaged and rendered combat ineffective, and one of the cargo ships lost power. This forced them to stall for time and wait for reinforcements.

However, the raiders quickly responded and made their demands.

That means leaving all the cargo behind, and all the Kree will leave on the remaining few warships!

And they only give you one hour to consider it!

"Cargo? Our cargo consists entirely of slaves. What do these raiders want with these slaves?" The commander of the Kree fleet was utterly baffled after learning of the raiders' demands.

"Sir, could it be that among those war slaves, there is an important figure among the raiders?" the adjutant beside him reminded him.

"...That's very likely, but these raiders are clever; they haven't revealed a single thing about it!" the commander said, rubbing his head with a headache.

He certainly understood that the adjutant's statement was highly likely.

He even wanted the raiders to reveal which one of the people they were trying to save.

This way, he can turn the tables and use the other party to negotiate with the raiders and buy time.

The problem is that the leaders of these raiders who attacked them were clearly very clever; they only asked for goods, making it impossible for the commander to determine the raiders' specific targets.

We can't possibly kill all the slaves, can we?

Even without these raiders lifting a finger, Ronan could skin him alive.

"Have we made any contact with rescue teams? Are any of our fleets nearby?" The helpless commander could only hope that there were patrol fleets of the Kree Empire around the current star sector... Otherwise, given the time limit given by the raiders, it would take more than an hour, let alone a whole day, to get here.