Chapter 237 Help! Fellow Countrymen!

"Consciousness exchange?" Chen Fan felt a little strange.

The two of them were sitting here watching the night view, and they were watching it well. What was the need for consciousness exchange? It was not to discuss something that was related to life and death, although consciousness exchange was more comfortable than human mating.

"No, let's just sit here and watch the scenery. We will move to a new place in a few days, and the new place may not be as prosperous as here."

Chen Fan rejected Ava.

He felt that it was good to sit here and watch the scenery. Consciousness exchange would prevent him from enjoying the scenery wholeheartedly.

Ava pursed her lips. She didn't say anything, but there was a hint of loss in her eyes.

"Damn human!"

Kuntasha stood in the white void, furious at the empty place.

This was Kuntasha's consciousness space.

Kuntasha closed her perception and stored her consciousness in this place to avoid human abuse, so that she had no memory of being abused by humans.

She knew that she had been discovered by humans at this time.

She left the consciousness space once, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself tied up, and the binding posture was very shameful, which made her feel particularly angry.

But she didn't say anything outside.

Because she knew that once humans found out that she was conscious, they would try every means to squeeze into her consciousness space and destroy her last piece of pure land.

She could only get angry in the consciousness space.

"Megatron and Optimus Prime are trash, and so is Confinement. The entire Transformers race is trash!" Quintessa's face was ferocious. She had always been pampered and rarely showed such an ugly expression. "No wonder the tribe gave up the Transformers in the first place. It turned out that they had long expected that the Transformers would be a hopeless case!"

Quintessa mentally blamed the Transformers for her arrest.

If the two leaders of the Transformers had not surrendered and pledged allegiance to the United Government, if the bastard Skybreaker had not driven the planet Cybertron into the solar system, if the bastard Lockdown, who led a whole spaceship, could not even handle a flying machine, she would not have come out in person, let alone be caught by the United Government.

Blame the Transformers!

Blame Lockdown!

Quintasha had no thoughts of regret, because in her opinion, she had no mistakes, and the mistakes were all made by others.

Even the fact that she did not defeat the Nano Warriors was because the Nano Warriors did not recognize the real Titan, and dared to attack even the members of the Creator Civilization, and even tied her up in that position.

Quintasha felt blushing and anxious when she thought of the way she was tied up in reality, because she had been to many civilizations and seen the situations of many species.

"I must leave here immediately and let humans feel my anger!"

Quintasha spread her hands.

A strange symbol appeared in front of her. This symbol was very similar to the "fellow countryman" in the ancient Cybertron language, but it was more complicated than "fellow countryman" and seemed to have many other meanings.

Ancient Cybertron is a language that only a few ancient Transformers can use. It is the language closest to the Creator civilization.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The unique symbol suspended in front of Quintasha regularly emits a blue glow. Quintasha stares at the symbol, her eyes fixed on it, and she clenched her palms nervously.

She is trying to call her compatriots.

"I hope they haven't gone far."

Quintasha is a little uneasy. She doesn't know if her distress signal can be received by her people.

Her compatriots left the planet Cybertron billions of years ago, and not long ago they completely left the Milky Way and set off for the Andromeda Galaxy. The distance between them is far beyond the range of communication equipment.

But the distress signal is special.

The distress signal is more penetrating than the communication signal. After passing through the signal amplifiers of the Creator civilization throughout the galaxy, it can be transmitted to places hundreds or thousands of times farther than the maximum radius of the communication signal.

This is Quintasha's only hope.

If her compatriots do not receive her distress signal, she will become a prisoner of humans.

"Hurry up and get through! Bastard!"

As time went by, Quintasha's mood gradually became irritable.

She began to feel desperate.

Her distress signal was amplified layer by layer in the Milky Way, and finally sank into the empty deep space of the universe without causing any response.

Her distress signal was real-time.

No response meant that her compatriots did not receive her distress signal, and it would be useless for her to wait any longer.

"You keep saying that I am a part of civilization, but when I need you, you all disappeared one by one!" Quintasha's mood had already fallen to the bottom without receiving a response.

The Milky Way is 2.5 million light-years away from the Andromeda Galaxy, and there is a dead and silent starry sky between the two.

Going to the Andromeda Galaxy is an adventure, and her compatriots have made great determination for this. They will never return for no reason, so if her compatriots cannot receive the distress signal, she will never count on her compatriots to save her from the clutches of humans.

Quintasha didn't have time to curse humans and Transformers now. She had to find a way to save herself.

"Three-dimensional signals consume too much energy. If we concentrate all the energy together and change the propagation shape of the signal from sphere to cone, the propagation distance can be increased by three times."

Quintasha quickly adjusted the parameters.

She decided to try a few more times. Compatriots were her only hope, and she would try to hold on to them if there was even the slightest chance.

"I hope the route map they left me is correct."

The symbol in front of Quintessa flickered again.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The signal passes through signal amplifiers all over the Milky Way, condenses into a slender cone, and stabs towards the boundless starry field outside the Milky Way.

Quintessa held her breath and concentrated.

Ding!

A crisp sound came from the symbol.

At this moment, Quintessa felt a faint urge to cry, because this was the voice that received the communication request.

Who else could contact her at this time?

Of course the compatriots who received her distress signal!

"Quintessa, have you finally decided to leave this barren place in the galaxy and come to follow our footsteps?" A hollow and numb voice came from the symbol, "It's good that you can figure it out."

"We have observed that there is a powerful civilization in the Andromeda galaxy. We cannot judge the good and evil tendencies of this civilization, so we need all forms of help, including a dynamic new tribe."

"But we noticed that you were sending a distress signal."

"If you are in trouble in the galaxy and want us to return to the galaxy to rescue you, we must regrettably tell you that this is not possible."

"Because we have traveled more than half of the distance between the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy, and the energy consumption is also the same. The remaining energy in the fleet is no longer enough to support our return to the Milky Way."