Small World Prison

The Eight-Armed Tribe had received an alarm from the Signal Nest long before the Distant Star arrived, informing them that a human Cruiser was approaching with the intent to plunder supplies.

But the Eight-Armed Tribe officer at the Supply Station paid it no mind.

Since when had the Eight-Armed Tribe ever feared humans?

A mere Cruiser dared to barge into its territory? It was simply walking into death. And it even dreamed of plundering their supplies—utterly laughable.

They then made the necessary preparations. Cannons of all sizes extended from the Base Sphere, aiming into every direction as they waited for "military merit" to deliver itself to their doorstep.

To the Eight-Armed Tribe officer, the humans had come at just the right time. Perhaps it could use this opportunity to earn merit and leave this desolate ghost of a place.

Yet the situation developed beyond the Eight-Armed Tribe's understanding.

The enemy had stopped dozens of kilometers away instead of approaching, and then its tribesmen began vanishing one after another.

That was right—they vanished out of thin air, like files completely deleted from a computer.

There was no way to describe the bizarre feeling.

All nine brains were filled with confusion. "What happened? Where did the Eight-Armed soldiers go?"

But soon, they no longer needed to ponder that question.

The more than three hundred Eight-Armed Tribe members who had not vanished had barely had time to celebrate their good fortune before suddenly appearing Energy Cannons blasted them into fragments.

After rattling away in place for a while, Su Hao stowed the Autocannon behind his back and said to Officer Jiang, "Officer, it's done. We can go collect the supplies now."

Although Officer Jiang knew what Su Hao was capable of, he still found it somewhat absurd even now.

He immediately said,