Archangel

The day-after-day labor quickly wore much of their enthusiasm away.

The sights of space were breathtaking, but after seeing them too often, they became tiring as well.

Even with his Transcendent Power sustaining him, Mark felt exhausted.

By now, under their efforts, the Spaceport had begun to take shape.

Ring-shaped metal structures stood everywhere, filling the Spaceport with a strange allure.

Two more batches of Transcendents had been added, but as the Spaceport expanded, they still seemed thinly spread.

On the other hand, the team under his command was in relatively good spirits.

Mark's Transcendent Power leaned toward the mental aspect, allowing him to ease much of everyone's negative pressure.

Compared with the other construction teams, they were much more optimistic.

Today, while resting as usual, Mark looked toward the direction of the homeland.

From here, with the Soldier Mecha's enhanced visual range, he could observe the homeland quite clearly.

"Hmm?"

Mark suddenly noticed something different. Why was there a spaceship coming over today?

The supply ships from the homeland arrived on a regular schedule, so a spaceship appearing at this time was quite strange.

As for the Transcendent Research Institute's survey ships, those people were all docked at the Spaceport. Their research expeditions had to make way for the construction plan for now.

Once the Spaceport was operating normally, research efficiency would increase dramatically, and the delays could be made up.

As Mark let his thoughts wander, the distant spaceship drew closer and closer, and more and more people noticed it.

Although most people did not think there was anything wrong, they still reported it out of habit.

The Spaceport soon sent out an all-channel transmission.

"This is the spaceship of the newly appointed Port Governor. Please do not panic."

Official confirmation was indeed reassuring.

Mark, however, was stunned