Sergeant Major Chaku was only offering a reminder. Whether Ronan listened was none of his business.
Ronan's attitude was certainly firm. It was not that he had great confidence in suddenly setting up an automated production line, but that he had even greater faith in the fallback capability of hand-crafted clay figures.
Under Sergeant Major Chaku's guidance, Ronan brought up the star map for the Han Guang Star System and continuously zoomed in, all the way to Pupil Ring Asteroid 28758. After pausing briefly, he continued until he focused on the Sky Carrier area.
Because his psychic senses were severely restricted, a structure at this level contained some relatively certain locations listed according to intelligence pushed over the past few months, while others were merely guesses. The actual situation could not be confirmed, resulting in extensive mosaic blurring.
However, once they entered the Sky Carrier—especially the area where he had been active aboard it—there was no problem.
During this time, Sergeant Major Chaku's icy prosthetic eye swept over him from top to bottom once again.
Ronan asked, "Sergeant Major, is there a problem?"
"You have this habit. If you get captured and interrogated, it'll be a real nuisance."
That probably counted as a jab.
Naturally, Ronan could take a joke. "It's fine. Karmic Poison Living Entities can't understand this."
"As long as you can understand it. The Living Corpse Fleet on the other side still has several units."
Ronan finally raised his hands in surrender. This topic was best not continued.
The so-called "Living Corpse Fleet" consisted of Karmic Poison Living Entities that still retained a certain degree of humanoid intelligence. Under Evil Poison's deep corruption, that trace of intelligence instead became the source of their suffering. Their lives hung by a thread as they were constantly eroded and tortured