The leader was stunned for a moment, then his face broke into an ecstatic grin, and he couldn't help but burst into uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha, the primal Planet, I've finally found it! Full speed ahead, take me to the primal Planet!"

His excitement was hardly unique - everyone aboard the Warship was similarly overjoyed upon hearing the news. After all, their mission had been to find such a primal Planet, an untouched world that was incredibly valuable. Everyone knew that a primal Planet meant untapped resources.

The Warship rapidly approached the primal Planet. At the same time, the Red Alert Base detected its presence.

"Isn't this the Barren Starfield? How could there be a human Warship here?" Alice pondered, looking at the blip on the map. If not for the fact that it represented a neutral yellow dot, she might have already ordered an attack.

She found this fleet interesting, potentially a source of valuable information.

So, she decided to have all Red Alert troops return to the Base, and she activated the Rift Generator, blocking any probes.

The Base underwent a comprehensive upgrade, which included several enhancements to the Rift Generator.

The current Rift Generator was no longer what it used to be, no longer creating a suspicious dark spot on the map, which practically screamed of concealed activities. Now, it could create a barrier around the Base, making any scanning or remote observation impossible. Only those who came sufficiently close could discover it.

If the Rift Generator continued to upgrade, even this minor flaw would gradually vanish.

The Warship hovered in outer space near the primal Planet, conducting a global scan, though it could only provide a general overview, and a more detailed examination would require a closer look.

"Boss, this is a water-rich Planet with oceans covering most of its surface and only a few islands as land. Generally, oceans are rich in resources," one of the subordinates reported with excitement.

The leader nodded. He knew this well and, seeing the primal Planet before him, felt his dream was about to come true.

"Let's go down and explore this Planet. Have the maintenance crew fix the communication System as soon as possible. We'll contact the Adventurers' Guild about this great discovery!" He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Through her surveillance, Alice observed that the fleet was indeed human. She also picked up a fair amount of information through her regular monitoring.

These adventurers hailed from a place called the Feathered Warbler Empire. As for other human empires nearby, they were unaware. Generally, only high-ranking individuals within the empires were privy to that information.

Their expedition was to find a primal Planet, lured by substantial rewards they couldn't resist.

However, they were unlucky, nearly wiped out on their adventure, with only their Warship remaining. Had they not discovered this primal Planet, their annihilation would have been a matter of time.

"It's about time to make a move," Alice muttered to herself.

The next moment, those humans, busy excitedly excavating various resources, suddenly found themselves surrounded by... other humans?

"Ah!"

Screams erupted everywhere, instantly changing the Warship leader's expression.

"What's going on?" He shouted into the communicator, only usable on the Planet.

But what met him was nothing but static.

His face turned very grim, realizing that his people were likely gone. Without hesitation, he made a sweeping gesture, "Everyone, back to the Warship, we're leaving!"

Even though some didn't understand his decision, no one dared to defy him. People around the Warship immediately dropped everything, rushing towards it.

But by this time, it was already too late.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Hundreds of Celestial Armors appeared across the sky, their weapons aimed at the humans below, casting a profound shock upon them.

It should be known that these were Mechas, rarities even within the Feathered Warbler Empire. Yet here, hundreds had emerged all at once, and from their appearance, these Mechas were no ordinary entities.

A portion of the crowd, almost reaching the warship's entrance, gritted their teeth, preparing to storm directly inside. Once back on the warship, they wouldn’t have to worry about the Mechas anymore.

This warship was custom-made, its hull defense capable of withstanding attacks of the first order from a Large Galaxy. This was also why the warship could survive a starburst.

The individual at the forefront, almost dashing into the warship's entrance, had his face brimming with joy. However, in the blink of an eye, the warship's entrance slammed shut, causing him to crash into the hull and pass out.

Why had the warship's door closed?

"Aren't our people inside? What are they doing!" someone roared in anger.

They certainly didn't know that the warship was no longer theirs. The Chronolegionnaire Troops, along with a segment of Engineers, had teleported inside and taken direct control.

One mustn’t forget the role of the Engineers. These units, seemingly devoid of any offensive power, could dismantle enemy buildings upon contact.

In reality, Engineers couldn't dismantle something in a second, but through their adept skills, they could take control of enemy units.

Though the warship was not a building unit but a type of weapon, it functioned as a special entity—half-building, half-weapon—since it carried many people and supported life. The Engineers could influence it just the same.

With the warship under control, everyone was herded into one place by the surrounding army, forced to surrender their weapons, hold their heads in their hands, and await their final judgment.

"Boss, isn’t this an undeveloped planet? How could these people appear here?" a subordinate asked quietly.

The boss scrutinized their gear. Nothing seemed extraordinary; many weapons looked like older models, collectibles on their planet.

Yet, these relics had killed one of his men with a single bullet—a man of Small Galaxy stage one strength!

Not knowing the enemy's strength, the boss decided not to break through for now. He waited for an opportunity, believing his Small Galaxy Seventh Order abilities would surely find a chance to escape. As for his subordinates, he had to forsake them.

This thought vanished when he was brutally beaten by one man—Li Shaolong, who had come from afar!

As the only Special Technique Grandmaster of the Red Alert Base, Li Shaolong’s close-combat ability ranked first among all Super Soldiers!

But Li Shaolong had always kept a low profile; his power was reserved for enemies. During spars with other Super Soldiers, he barely made an effort. Only in the face of true enemies did the full force of Li Shaolong emerge. (To be continued)

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