[Intruder One: Black Mechanical Knight, the three-dimensional image is as follows...]

[Intruder Two: Mechanical Life Giant Dragon, the three-dimensional image is as follows...]

"Reminder once again: both intruders possess extremely strong individual combat capabilities, all navigators must proceed with caution..."

This message is a red alert, directly broadcasting in the Cameron galaxy’s Star Network news, something they haven’t seen in three years of wandering in the Cameron galaxy!

Luke’s gaze also turned dull, as this was clearly military information from the Saint Luo clan, a race that prioritizes military above all, this message had the highest level of broadcasting rights.

"Wait, is this the only message? A once-in-a-decade S-class announcement, and it’s related to information about intruders that have never appeared before, it can’t be this simple."

While speaking, Luke operated the light screen with his fingers, but flipping back and forth, there was just this one simple message and those two three-dimensional diagrams.

"What is the time frame of the invasion, where is the invasion area, possible activity scope, estimated combat level range... none of this is mentioned, are they kidding?"

This time, even the usually composed Luke couldn’t remain calm, a rare seriousness appeared in his eyes.

"The less information given, the greater the severity... this matter may not be as simple as we imagine, the garrison in the Cameron galaxy is definitely hiding some information."

Both of them have a blood purity of 86%, naturally possessing an information network that ordinary people cannot access.

"So you mean when we see them, we should stay far away?" Captain Job found it hard to accept this approach of fleeing without a fight, his pride in his blood made it impossible to accept.

"What else can we do, the Wind Chaser has already suffered heavy damage, do we have Flesh and Blood Construction? Do we have Void War Beasts? We have none of these, what to use for battle! So, if we see them, just report it casually, we came out to make a fortune, not to die." Luke said coldly.

Upon hearing the mention of the warship having suffered heavy damage, Job’s mood instantly sank, and he waved weakly, "Forget it, the probability of encountering intruders is one in several billion, the chance that we’ll meet them... ha, I’d sooner believe I can charge through the Black Storm on foot."

Jokingly, Job waved his hand and directly skipped this message.

Luke’s jaw still moved continuously, exhaling and inhaling the faint yellow mist, after a full thirty seconds, his brow relaxed, and he said: "You’re right, this type of thing is just entertainment information, how could it relate to us. The Cameron galaxy’s diameter exceeds 80 light-years, the probability of encountering those two wanted individuals in this area... it’s laughable to imagine."

Thus, the two leaders of the Wind Chaser Battleship easily reached a consensus — honestly repair the engine and proceed quickly to a developed planet for warship maintenance. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

As for any S-class announcements...

Just take a look, does it have anything to do with us?

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...

A shadow eerily swept across the curtain of deep space in the universe, if one were to look closely, they would see the outline of a small shuttle ship, navigating space like a cosmic shadow.

Silently, under the envelope of faint transparent spore mist, it hovered like a ghost in the darkness.

"No discoveries at all."

"No response received."

"Spore neural network cannot be connected."

Only thirteen people were inside the cramped control cabin of this shuttle, among them twelve were peepers with terrifying faces and extremely developed ocular blood vessels.

The other person was seated at the front, serving as the pilot.

This peculiar combination was completely out of style for a Saint Luo warship.

Yet, they wore battle uniforms identical to those worn by the fortress soldiers that were just destroyed.

This was the top-level reconnaissance ship within the Cameron galaxy garrison of the Saint Luo clan.

The Silver Ghost Ship!

Standard crew of 13, one specialized in warship operation with a Saint Luo Battle Body, and twelve peepers reaching level 8 navigation skills.

The warship had the fastest speed, the most concealed camouflage coating, and up to 21 different reconnaissance devices, yet ironically, it was not equipped with any firepower.

At this moment, the Silver Ghost Ship had already entered full-power detection mode.

In the center where 12 peepers sat in a circle, the miniature universe star map vividly projected nearby stars in real-time, even showing occasional meteor streaks upon close observation.

"24,000 kilometers to the place where the fortress signal disappeared, wreckage has been detected, no traces of intruders found."

"Currently conducting the 17,744th scan..."

Thud!

Suddenly, a heavy impact came from above.

The originally stable control cabin instantly jostled violently, the crystal balls in the hands of the 12 peepers simultaneously flew upward.

"Suspected collision with space debris."

"No debris detected passing through!"

"This is abnormal."

Quickly exchanging information, the 12 peepers briefly locked eyes in their terrifying gaze, drawing a conclusion.

At this instant, they simultaneously grabbed the rising crystal balls, with the electric sparks inside flashing crazily, yet the miniature star map neither updated the imagery further, instead... it gradually faded.

"Invisibility Energy Barrier!" 12 peepers said in unison.

Yet, just as their words fell.

This Silver Ghost Ship, speeding forward, suddenly seemed to crash into some invisible, massive buffer zone, causing the ship to decelerate sharply.

The pilot’s body was heavily thrown against the backrest, meanwhile, the 12 peepers flew horizontally to the rear wall.

The reconnaissance ship halted abruptly!

In the next instant...

Boom!

The ceiling of the control cabin was suddenly torn apart, an iron hand pierced through, and the five fingers sank into the cabin deck like blades!

The 12 severely wounded peepers watched in horror as the black arm covered in blade-like armor protruded.

Hiss...

Fiery streams of air with a faint tint of fire color gushed out from the gaps between the blade armor.

Red Star Mist poured in from the rupture at the top layer, infiltrating the deck along the arm.

At this moment, the 12 connecting crystal balls held by the peepers simultaneously shattered.

"Control permissions lost!"

The pilot reacted with unmistakable speed, drawing a laser gun from his waist and preparing to fire the instant he rose.

However, the black menacing arm clasped its five ominous fingers.

The alloy floor was crumbled like a ball of mush in its grip, a red blaze instantly rising around, spreading violently.

After a muffled noise...

Bang bang bang bang!

In that cramped cabin, thirteen Saint Luo peoples’ bodies instantaneously exploded into yellow blood plasma, covering the entire space.

The black arm withdrew, simultaneously drawing out the red star mist that permeated the surroundings.

On the 40-meter-long flat-topped warship, a black mecha slowly rose from its semi-kneeling position, with blood-colored eyes eerily gazing in the direction the warship came from.

"Star map in hand... Black, plot the course!"

In a cockpit filled with blood-colored hues, the voice was low and hoarse, yet carried with it barely restrained tremors.

...

...

The sky remained dim and unlit, torches sparsely planted around the tribe, with occasional rising smoke proving the presence of a habited community.

A petite girl stood atop the village’s high wall at that moment, watching the distance, her eyes filled with concern.

Two days had passed, the level-four Beast Tide finally showed signs of nearing its end.

Yet, the White Armor Tribe suffered devastating losses, far exceeding everyone’s expectations.

For this 2,000-member tribe, the initially estimated death toll of 40 people had now doubled!

Clan Leader Isaiah badly injured, losing an eye, and the young Wolf Armor Group leader Alva had been out fighting for over six hours without returning to the tribe.

Furthermore, the patrol hunters of the White Armor Clan just brought extremely heavy and oppressive news...

A scout from the Red Stone Tribe was found at the end of the rocky wall to the west side of the tribe!

"Damn the Red Stone Tribe!"

"I, Isaiah, have not yet fallen, and they are already impatient to swallow the White Armor Tribe!"

A man as formidable as a lion abruptly emerged from the large beast hide tent in the village.

This stout mid-aged man was clearly the fierce Clan Leader Isaiah of the White Armor Clan.

A blood hole the size of a bowl clearly etched in his abdomen.

Even the gaze could directly penetrate from one side of the blood hole to the other...

Yet the man’s brow didn’t flinch.

His white bone war hammer smashed heavily onto the ground, accompanied by scattered blood mist.