After entering the door, the three of them walked along the stairs for three minutes. The road was completely in darkness, and even the visual auxiliary function of the helmet could not penetrate, which easily made a normal person completely disoriented.
In fact, even Soshiyan had only a vague concept of the environment they were in, and he was convinced that they were walking downward, at least a hundred meters underground.
After walking down the last ladder, they came to walk on a long dark corridor, which was revealed by the glimmer of his helmets, and Soshiyan guessed that the corridor looked at least one kilometer long.
At this moment, Talos suddenly asked:
"Kayang, the Striess United Chamber of Commerce you mentioned just now is not Striessian, right?"
Kayang's answer was also very direct.
"It's them."
There are many aliens in the Galaxy, and even the Space Marines' archives may not be recorded completely. At least Soshiyan has no impression of what they said.
"Talos, what are the Striesis?"
"A nomadic alien, usually appears as merchants, wanderers, even slave traders and pirates. In the Great Whirlpool, the Misty Star Domain, and the Kronos Expansion Zone in the border area of the Kalysis sector, I occasionally encounter them... I have encountered them several times, sometimes kill them directly, and sometimes trade them. This mysterious race lives in a fleet of merchant ships called the strange structure of three-masted ships, and is very interested in trading with those they meet. I have to say that their goods are indeed the richest I have ever seen. As long as the price is available, there are few things they cannot produce...
As he said that, Talos seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory.
"...Once Makushen was caught in some kind of terrible alien virus. We spent a lot of money to get a bottle of ancient spiritual medicine from those guys to rescue Makushen. Moreover, those guys obtained countless unfathomable priceless information because of their large number of travels. They are also one of the best intelligence merchants in the Galaxy. We also obtained some key information from them. However, those aliens are very cunning, very cautious in revealing details, and it also makes people doubt whether the information they have is true, or just a story made up for better rewards."
After listening to Talos' introduction, Soshiyan nodded. Obviously, this alien is not harmful to the empire, and the Astartes will not waste his energy to hunt them down. No wonder there are basically no records in the battle group.
At this time, Kayang added some knowledge, or the experiences he had collected over the past ten thousand years.
"The Striesis like to do business, and they are almost instinctively, basically traveling through endless space in the form of nomadic groups they call the "convention", always looking for the next big business. Their society is largely based on commercial activities and gaining knowledge, but the value they give to items can even confuse the most experienced explorers, rumored that their eyes can see potential connections of things, such as a scrapped aircraft, which is just garbage in the eyes of ordinary people, but the Striesis can see that this aircraft was once used by a killer to assassinate a big man, and there is evidence of certain events on it."
“Have they threatened the empire?”
"No...they don't care about conquest or territory at all, wealth in the abstract sense, or even their own race, but are driven by individual greed and treacherous conspiracy. They will do business with almost any race, whether the other party is human or alien, or even those worshippers of the power of destruction...The only exception is that they despise the spirit race. If possible, the Striesis will kill any spirit race they see, and if they can't beat it, they will avoid it directly."
"oh?"
Even Talos was surprised to hear this.
"There is such a thing? Then why did they come to this place full of spiritual races?"
"Because there are opportunities here, the desire to make a profit can always overwhelm everything."
Soshiyan asked immediately.
"Why do they hate the Spirits so much?"
"I don't know this either. I just heard that the Striesis had a very long history, and had an extremely brilliant civilization, and occupied a considerable area of the Milky Way. However, for some reason, they offended the Spiritual Empire and their entire home was erased... Some people think it is the current Great Vortex Area, and some people think it is near the most common storm point of the God Emperor's disaster, or around the huge sub-space abnormal area of the gray-white witchcraft. Maybe the Striesis themselves don't know where the ancient home is."
A few minutes later, a faint gray light appeared in front of the three, and Soshiyan also smelled the smell of salt water and wet stones, a low hissing filled his ears.
Soon, the gray light entered a door, and the door opened and led to a metal plank road.
To the right of the passage, close enough to Soshiyan is a wall, and water rolls into foam two meters below their feet, then flows under the passage, through the metal fence on the left.
It was then that they realized that they had reached a drainage channel in Comoros.
At the other end of the passage, about fifty meters away, a small platform protruded from the wall, two holding weapons, their muscles tangled all over, their skin was weirdly brown, with three legs and three arms, and a giant with a metal cover on his head stood outside the bunker door, looking no less than that of a Space Marine.
"That was the biochemical slave labor of the Striesis. The population of this race is very small, so their fleets and chambers of commerce use slaves and biochemical slave labor in large quantities. These are collectively called "meat" in their language. Although this term can usually describe non-Strisis residents in any convention, it is still the most commonly used to refer to the existence of these genes. It is also because biochemical slave labor is basically grown in large jars under the management of the cultivation master, and is also called the pot-grown ones."
The three of them walked to the end of the passage, and the canned man stopped them and said something in a low and urgent tone.
Kayang immediately answered in the same language and showed the black and white stripes on his palm.
After a brief conversation, the guards nodded, went to the side, and made a gesture to the door.
The three of them walked over, Kayang pushed the door open with his palms and entered a small room.
The room was about the same size as the shop outside, with very dim light, lined with rows of controllers and flashing data boards, and four potted people stood tightly on the other side of the room, near a distinctive iron door.
Then a figure sitting on the rotating chair turned to the right side of the room, leaned forward on the chair, and finally stood up.
"Is this the Strieses?"
Soshiyan looked at the other party curiously, and Talos just snorted contemptuously.