Published: February 13, 2025
Lingqin watched what might be the most expensive fireworks show of the last few centuries, feeling somewhat weak.
She had brought two main legions, and just like that… they were gone.
Perhaps there were still some remnants, such as the survivors of the Third Mechanical Legion who, after being defeated, would surely scatter and some would return. For instance, although the explosion in the sky had annihilated the entire fleet, there were still many small escape shuttles flying out, and there would surely be a few thousand survivors.
But these were of no use, and they had no impact on the battle situation.
Lingqin had already stopped fleeing. She knew that without a fleet to support her escape, merely roaming within the Survivor Fortress would lead to no result; those book keepers would definitely be more familiar with the Survivor Fortress than she was.
Moreover, there were so many peak experts on the other side, while she stood alone, there was no way to escape.
She quickly began typing something on her terminal, which included her assigned tasks within the clan, as well as an overall summary of the incident along with analysis based on it.
Lingqin was making her final contribution for the Tarros Red Dwarf.
"Finished sending?"
When Lingqin looked up again, she found herself surrounded by book keepers, and the second manager was staring at her with a blank expression.
"Only the four of you? It seems my troops have delayed your pace," Lingqin assumed a fighting stance.
The second manager shook his head, "One stays to handle the remnants of the Third Mechanical Legion, and the other two confirm whether the two legion leaders of the Molybdenum Legion are dead, and… recover the divine level equipment."
Lingqin's previously steady emotions fluctuated again.
Yes, if she died today, the dwarves would not only lose five peak experts but would also lose six pieces of divine level equipment.
Six pieces, which typically required the efforts of several generations to manufacture, might now all go to others.
Lingqin let out a scream mixed with intense emotions and took the initiative to launch an attack.
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Dante Spaceport.
Huo Li boarded a ship with family members who had arrived an hour earlier, along with other native staff and their families from Lena Planet.
They had completed their mission and were now returning to their clan.
"Huo Li…" After settling down, his wife grabbed his arm, hesitating to speak.
Huo Li understood his wife's meaning and sighed, "Don't worry, there will be follow-up arrangements in the clan. Our future will definitely be better than here."
Perhaps it was the comfort of her husband's words, or perhaps she felt that saying anything at this moment was of little use, she nodded and quietly returned to her seat, reaching out to hug their child beside her.
Huo Li's gaze shifted to the window, and at first glance, countless ships had already docked at the spaceport.
With his years of experience as a dispatcher, he noticed that these ships were of mixed types, most of which had been modified, but they all shared one common characteristic: they were huge, very huge!
It was rare for a fleet to use so many large ships, as even the largest quantities of resources from resource planets wouldn’t be transported all at once.
So what were they carrying? An army? But what kind of legion would require such monstrous transport vessels? Regular military transport ships would suffice.
Huo Li was filled with confusion, and his gaze kept scanning.
The ship he was on began to move, gradually increasing speed, and the scenery outside changed rapidly.
With a faint sigh, Huo Li bid farewell to the place he had worked for decades, to his youthful years, to the house and lover here, and to…
Wait, what was that?!
Just as he was about to shift his gaze, Huo Li's eyes widened in shock. His head turned with the movement of the ship, but the sight he had glimpsed just moments ago vanished from view.
"What happened?" His wife noticed his abnormality and asked with concern.