The 3000-meter-long heavy battlecruiser, when viewed alone, is indeed menacing.

But compared to the mighty black storm washing over millions of kilometers, it’s just like an ant that barely escaped from the dam.

"My Wind Chaser battleship, I’ve spent seven whole years on it, plundering eleven planets with the Expeditionary Corps to save up for it. Now the hull damage has even reached 45%!"

Inside the flat rhombus-shaped bridge, a slender Saint Luo man, 195 centimeters tall and wearing a black sensing helmet, clutches the console tightly, pain visible in his eyes.

Beside him stands a man 10 centimeters shorter but more burly, also gripping a handle to stabilize himself, hoarsely shouting, "Can’t we escape first? The Black Storm is still pulling on the warship!"

The two stand side by side on the command platform of the bridge, with a wide operating platform behind them, where more than thirty Saint Luo crew members in uniform black uniforms are simultaneously controlling the warship through crystal balls.

The faces of these people show none of the arrogance typical of the Saint Luo warriors seen in the Luqin Universe; rather, they are filled with solemnity and tension.

At the edge of the operating platform stands a Peeping individual whose appearance is distinctly different from others, appearing grotesquely ugly.

At this time, tiny apricot-colored blood is starting to seep from the pronounced eyeballs of this Peeping individual, and blood vessels on the neck are bulging like earthworms, while arcs flash at high frequency within the large crystal ball in his hand.

"Ebot, hold on for one more minute!"

The burly man on the high platform looks at the increasingly cracked crystal window before him, suddenly turning around to shout.

The Peeping individual nods heavily, the blood vessels around his head enlarging further as the navigation information stream within the spore neural network refreshes furiously.

Guiding a warship to escape safely from the terrifying Black Storm is, to a Peeping individual, a supreme achievement.

Once his piloting video is transmitted for authentication, his Level 4 navigation rank will rise to at least Level 6!

Once at Level 7, he can enter the Saint Luo Expeditionary Corps. With battle achievements, he will complete the most significant transformation as a Peeping individual.

Acquiring a fief will no longer be a mere dream.

This is the temptation of benefit!

On the other hand, if he doesn’t exert himself to the fullest, and is occasionally swept by the energy backlash from the Black Storm, everyone will perish here.

This is the threat of life!

Under dual stimulation, Peeping individual Ebot bursts with astonishing potential. Under his lead, the dilapidated heavy battlecruiser maneuvers like a nimble turtle, breaking free from the pulling force of the Black Storm.

The gigantic rhombus-shaped battlecruiser’s eight-engine group instantly extinguish six groups, plummeting crookedly towards a nearby barren planet with a diameter around 50 kilometers.

With no atmosphere, there is no buffer friction either. The hexagonal energy shield around the warship is squeezed flat instantly, leaving a long deep furrow on the ground, finally halting, sending dust spiraling thousands of meters high.

"We survived..."

The inside of the warship first bursts with intense panting, soon followed by huge cheers.

"Ebot, from now on, your salary will be increased by 50%!" The burly Vice Captain, heart filled with post-catastrophe excitement, doesn’t forget to display benevolence to win over subordinates.

Peeping individual Ebot’s blood vessels on the sides of his temples burst open with over a dozen strands, the blood now writhing in restoration, while he himself collapses in exhaustion but manages to struggle up to bow.

This is his great honor as a Peeping individual.

With a death rate as high as 95%, leading a warship to escape the Black Storm!

"Luke, I swear I’ll never come here again. Couldn’t find those primitive barbaric planets; all my assets of these years are lost." The tall and thin Captain whispers to his companion, though he also feels fortunate to survive, but thinking of the damage done to the warship makes him heartache to the point of breathlessness.

"Job, though the financial loss is huge, once we get back, this will absolutely be a story to boast about in high society. We can use this voyage as our advertisement point, thus further broadening and deepening our customer base!" Vice Captain Luke comforts him.

As High Purity of the Saint Luo Clan, they are real nobles, belonging to those rare, adventurous, excellent aristocrats.

These experiences will all become bright labels used in shaping personal image.

In the future, Luke firmly believes these labels will definitely translate into abundant wealth.

"Lord Job, what should we do now?"

Below, a crew member speaks up.

These operators, with blood concentrations between 60% and 65%, are excellent Reserve Combat Bodies, and their operation was crucial to successfully escaping the Black Storm.

Captain Job hears the subordinate’s question, and after smoothing his mood, looks at the black storm belt still filling the vision in the distance. Once his breathing stabilizes slightly, he replies, "Cultivate the spore and repair it, restore two engines within 12 hours, then head to the nearest planet for maintenance."

"Yes, Captain Job!"

Immediately, the four corners of this gigantic rhombus-shaped battlecruiser raise a circular platform with a diameter of about a hundred meters.

Yellow-green spore groups begin to swell, and as mechanical equipment injects nanometal inside, the surface of the spore groups gradually takes on a shallow silver color.

"Whew... Once the warship is properly repaired, I need a three-day rest to see a psychologist." Luke says after processing all the orders, heavily reclining into his large soft Star Body chair, casually swiping his hand beside him, a three-dimensional light screen projecting in front.

"Let’s see the latest Star Network communication, and then report our Wind Chaser battleship’s great experience."

As Job’s fingertips dance lightly, the six-sided stitched ring-shaped information graph of the three-dimensional light screen quickly rotates clockwise, one piece of information flashing before them.

Suddenly a bright red tag flashes before his eyes.

Apricot-yellow blood in Job’s pupils jumps fiercely, causing him to leap directly from his chair, grabbing Vice Captain Luke’s arm in disbelief, saying, "Look at this information!"

Steady by nature and calculating this loss on the Light Computer, Luke looks up displeased, "What information, please don’t interrupt me while I’m working. How many times have I said it."

"No, no, quickly look, my God... I swear on the Black Storm, this is absolutely the most explosive news I’ve seen this lifetime! Our universe has actually been invaded by other creatures... My God, this must be the biggest joke of the century!"

"What?" Luke frowns, putting aside his work to peer over.

A stream of information clearly flashes before their eyes.

[Cameron galaxy military sends an S-level announcement, all navigators, if any of the following two creatures are discovered, simply provide coordinates, generous rewards await, reward 3 billion Xiling...]