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The actual interior volume of Kalba Double-Edged Hawthorne's ocean-going transport ship is much larger than it appears on the surface.
These Kalba ocean-going transport ships utilize cutting-edge space technology. In addition to their massive size of over 100 kilometers, the actual space inside is equivalent to a giant city!
Therefore, its cost is no less than that of an interstellar cruiser.
Now these dozens of ocean-going transport ships are filled with innocent civilians captured from all over Quinn, with the cumulative number exceeding 10 billion! Each transport ship is filled with hundreds of millions of civilians!
Such a large population filled almost every cargo hold on every transport ship.
Every floor of the warehouse and every fence were packed with people. At first glance, the crowded scene looked like a livestock cart about to be sent to the slaughterhouse.
The despair and depression spread in everyone's heart, and panic was devouring everyone's soul. Cries, cries for help, and even howls of hunger, thirst, and pain echoed throughout the warehouse.
"Hey! Where are you taking us? Let us go! I am a noble of Quinn, and I have the right to ask to see your superior!"
A man of Quinn stature, with one mechanically modified arm, stood on the edge of a guardrail, shaking the fence frantically.
He could never imagine that the Quinns, who had always lived in luxury, would be treated like this. If the Kalba people needed slaves, they could just capture those lower-level races, so why did they capture the Quinns as well
Haven't the Quin Civilization and the Kalba Civilization always been friendly neighbors? At least in name.
"Fuck you! You're making so much noise!"
A powerful soldier of Kalba descent stepped forward and smashed the Quinn man in the face with the butt of his rifle, breaking his nose and causing blood to spurt out.
"You lowly creatures, in the eyes of us Kalba people, you are no different from rats in the sewer! Listen to me! If anyone makes any more noise, I will feed him to the biochemical beasts!"
The Kalba soldier shouted angrily. Although he was just a low-level soldier in the Kalba civilization, the authority and status he possessed were far beyond people's imagination.
In the territory of Kalba civilization, there are only a very small number of people with Kalba blood. However, as long as they have Kalba blood, they are superior upper-class aristocrats within the scope of influence of this civilization.
This is particularly evident in the military.
For example, the Kalba soldier in front of him, he alone controls hundreds of mindless genetic warriors.
On average, eight to ten Kalba soldiers, and the genetic warriors they controlled, guarded a slave pen that held a population of 100,000.
It is clear from this that the status of an ordinary Kalba soldier in other civilizations is probably not even comparable to that of a second lieutenant.
After hearing the shouts from the Kalba soldiers, the area finally became quiet except for the quiet sobs.
In the transport ships holding many civilians, the Kalba soldiers were undoubtedly the absolute authority. In the slave pens they guarded, they controlled the life and death of all slaves and could basically do whatever they wanted.