Conspiracy (2)

This was an unusual figure clad in a body frame covered in vicious spikes.

The body frame on him did not belong to any system of the Penza Empire. Its surface was covered everywhere in symbols and patterns resembling maxims.

The special designs engraved upon his chest and forehead resembled badges and heraldic crests, imparting an ancient, distant, imposing air.

The Penza Empire's body frame style mainly featured tentacles, bands of light, and rough, oversized jet ports.

But this person's body frame looked more like a fully enclosed suit of elegant yet savage armor.

It carried the weight of history, powerful and silent.

It was more intricate, containing traces of something unknown.

"Come out, all of you."

A gentle male voice spread from within the body frame, carrying in every direction.

Even the frenzied sandstorm could not conceal it.

Very soon, as the sound waves spread.

Figures shot out one after another from the sand and wind in all directions. They landed before the dark-red body frame and dropped to one knee.

"Planet 228 Mole Squad pays respects to Lord Baron." A man clad in a Penza Empire Storm body frame lowered his head and reported in a deep voice.

"Very good." The dark-red body frame—the figure called Baron—raised his head toward the enormous Black Mother Sandstorm.

"The specific experimental data has been gathered in sufficient quantities. Now, you have a new mission."

"Please enlighten us, my lord," the man below asked softly.

"Our cooperation with that side has reached its most critical juncture. To demonstrate our sincerity, this new experiment requires you to capture several suitable, representative genetic specimens."

The Baron spoke softly.

"After capturing them, the military has also ordered us to cooperate with their arrangements in this star region. Therefore, the specific tests will begin here."

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