On the battered mid-level starship, Green Widow wore a gloomy expression. Her bare, beautiful upper body was covered in wounds. Granulation tissue slowly grew over them, but whenever it reached a certain point, there would be two sizzling sounds, and it would burn into ash again.
It seemed as if invisible flames were scorching the wounds.
"Those damn hunks of scrap metal!!"
As elite troops of a level-seven civilization, Spark Machines were extremely rare.
They were not completely mechanical lifeforms. Their AI chips were not their souls—their Sparks were their source of life. However, once a Spark Machine used the power of its Spark against an enemy, the destruction it caused was equally terrifying.
"Mechanical Sparks" could instead absorb the life force of their enemies.
In this regard, the Berserk Faction and the Authority Faction were exceptionally skilled.
The Blood Spider and Decepticon who had besieged her earlier were top figures of those two factions.
To keep her from escaping, the two of them had launched desperate attacks at the final moment. Unfortunately, they had ultimately lost by a single move, allowing the spacecraft to enter lightspeed mode.
But she had also been gravely wounded.
A holographic projection lit up, and an old man whose features bore some resemblance to Green Widow appeared.
The background behind him seemed to be a volcano under modification. Violent flames surged like landslides and tsunamis, igniting and exploding one piece of engineering machinery after another.
A resource planet and a habitable planet were two entirely different things.
"I received your report. Velvey betrayed you and joined another faction. What is the background of that faction?"
The old man spoke calmly. Strange light flickered in his emerald eyes. He was not surprised by the betrayal of a fellow pirate. Instead, he was very interested in