News of Mutated appearing aboard the warship was tightly sealed, after all, the military was a special environment.
However, the Mutated still caused considerable casualties.
For an interstellar warship, its most vulnerable area was its interior.
There were hardly any high-powered weapons prepared inside. If the Mutated had been stronger, the entire warship might have fallen.
Compared with those minor losses, however, what the Mixed-Blood Scalekin general cared about more was why Mutated had appeared aboard the warship.
It was no exaggeration to say that, after a thorough investigation, this warship had never come into contact with the Scale Clan. Even the air they breathed had been brought from their homeland.
If they could still have been infected under such circumstances, it could only be called absurd.
"This isn't scientific!!!"
It was the sentence His Excellency the General had said most often today.
He had replayed the footage of the Mutated aboard the warship more than a dozen times.
The entire process had been under camera surveillance, so there could not possibly have been any suspicious points.
But... this really wasn't scientific.
Earlier, he had mocked the Scale Clan, believing those people had been frightened witless by the virus and had actually come to believe in so-called gods.
He firmly believed that all this had been caused by some kind of viral leak. If gods truly existed, one cannon blast from him would vaporize them.
But now, he had begun to pray as well... that this was merely an accident.
According to Murphy's Law, whatever you least wanted to happen often happened.
Clearly, the gods turned a deaf ear to His Excellency the General's prayers.
Before the first Mutated incident had even been dealt with, Mutated began appearing one after another throughout the entire Mixed-Blood Scalekin fleet.
Never mind the