Kill Every Golden Crow on Sight

In the vast vacuum of space, a sinister black warship emblazoned with grotesque beasts sped onward.

Inside were several Beisel People, their mechs battered and their faces grim.

They were the survivors of the Dark Metal Pirate Gang who had barely escaped the black market.

Countless Golden Crows had plundered the black market. The pirates had lost all the goods they had brought to trade, their fleet had been reduced to a single warship, and only a handful of their thousand-strong crew remained. They could hardly have been more wretched.

They were returning to report to their leader. Just as they were about to rejoin the main force, one of the Beisel People suddenly changed expression and brought up a projection.

Tens of millions of kilometers away lay a metal platform five hundred kilometers long. Mist swirled over it, and glittering rocks floated everywhere. It was beautiful.

Two groups stood on the platform, seemingly in negotiations.

One side consisted of Beisel People like themselves, their faces covered in eyes and enormous goat horns sprouting from their heads. They wore beast-shaped atomic peak mechs.

The other side consisted of five radiant Golden Crows. Behind them floated hundreds of comets, each ten kilometers in diameter, apparently the vehicles they had arrived in.

"Captain, what are birdmen doing here?"

"Hah... those are Anunnaki people. Probably here to trade..."

"Just seeing birdmen pisses me off. Could the ones who looted the black market have something to do with Anunnaki?"

"How should I know? Come on, let's take a look."

The sinister warship accelerated again, racing toward the metal platform.

Whoosh! Unopposed, the sinister warship swept forcefully into the space above the platform.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Several Beisel People jumped straight down in their heavy mechs, their rough landings kicking up tremendous gusts.

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