The dead star seemed to possess some kind of spatial traversal capability.
Within those box-like drawers pieced together from secret-realm-like spaces, space-time remained exceedingly stable. They could not sense the dead star's traversal through space-time outside at all. Only a few months later, the Ironblood warships began issuing notices one after another: they had arrived at Pampamis Star—or Pampamis World, as it was also called.
During that time, Green briefly met with six Corruptor scarecrows.
Relying on Ninefold Mountain to conceal their auras, these scarecrows had nothing to do in the energy chamber and were actually weaving one another's body straw. To Green, the sight looked more and more like a group of monkeys sitting in a circle, picking lice off one another to foster their friendship.
Uh...
What Green was most curious about, in truth, was what kind of evolutionary system the Corruptor World Cluster possessed, and how they reproduced and survived.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
Ironblood warships flew out one after another from the rectangular dead star's box-like drawers. The one Green was aboard was utterly insignificant, descending toward a murky yellow world in his eyes.
Buzz...
After entering what the Ironblood Galaxy Civilization called a planet's atmosphere, the Ironblood warship's incessant violent shaking gradually subsided, until it came to a slow, steady halt in midair.
Crack!
Once the hatch opened, Ironblood warriors leapt out one after another amid tens of millions of warships alongside the other Ironblood warships in this world, plunging straight toward the ground. Bang, bang, bang, bang—small craters appeared across the yellow sand, only to be quickly swallowed by the loose sand around them.
Green transformed into one of the Ironblood warriors, disguising himself as a more nimble Falcon Ironblood Warrior. Holding a Trident Particle-Beam Sniper Cannon, he spread his wings