Special: Yaoqing's Foremost Group (2)

The Desolate Wolf Star Region, at the edge of the Shattered Star Belt.

In the dark void, three streamlined, blue-and-white painted "Gale"-class assault ships with abstract wolf head emblems on their bows, like Silver Wolf that have caught the scent of their prey, silently slipped behind a natural shelter composed of asteroid fragments and inert gases.

Inside the bridge, the lighting was adjusted to a dark blue, suitable for night combat.

Qingqiu Ze stood in front of the panoramic porthole of the flagship "North Wind", his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the dim nebula in the distance marked as the "Eclipse Remnant" activity area.

He had long since changed out of the tight-fitting clothes he wore in Yaoqing, and in his place was a set of light combat armor in blue and white that fit his body and provided both protection and mobility. The fine silver patterns on the armor flowed under the dim light of the bridge, like moonlight condensed on a wolf's hair.

"Boss, the ' Sniffer ' drone swarm has arrived at the designated coordinates and is building a preliminary tactical model."

The steady voice of the White Wolf Guard's First Assault Cloud Knights Captain, codenamed "Grey Claw," came through the communication channel.

"Shared to the tactical network."

Qingqiu Ze's voice came through the built-in communicator, calm and undisturbed.

"Maintain the highest level of silence, scan for energy signatures, and focus on identifying the biosignals of those Borisin body and the unique psionic pollution bands Disciples of Sanctus Medicus."

"Receive."

On the main screen of the bridge, the 3D star map was rapidly refined, and countless dots began to outline the contours of the target area, with data streams refreshing like a waterfall.

Qingqiu Ze's gaze swept quickly across the area, and he lightly tapped his finger in the void, highlighting several abnormal energy gathering areas and possible shipping lane nodes.

The name "Moon-Eating Hunter Pack" evokes not only cold tactical analysis, but also the stinging and chilling Remembrance buried deep beneath the ashes of "Aqige."

Those kin who chased and tore at each other across the icy plains, those who scorned "bastards" and "heterochromatics," those dying moments stripped of everything and abandoned like trash...

He shook his head slightly, forcefully suppressing the surging ghosts of the past.

He is now Qingqiu Ze, the head of the White Wolf Group, and an ally of Yaoqing.

Personal grudges must give way to the mission—protecting neutral immigrant planets and thwarting the conspiracy of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus teachings.

"Boss, we've detected a high concentration of biomass signaling at coordinates K7, which matches the characteristics of a large- Borisin colony."

"At the same time, a weak, unnatural psionic energy fluctuation was detected, which has a 37% match with the contamination characteristics of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus ' Flesh Workshop ' in the database." Grey Claw's report rang out again, tinged with a hint of solemnity.

"K7... the transit junction near the ' Remnant No. 3 ' space station."

Qingqiu Ze's heterochromatic eyes narrowed slightly.

"They really do want to cut off the supply lines, or... turn the space station into a nest."

The second and third assault teams deployed according to Plan B-3, establishing concealed observation points for continuous monitoring.

The first assault team, ' North Wind,' accompanied me to conduct close reconnaissance.

"Boss, this is too risky! The ' North Wind ' is too conspicuous!"

Grey Claw immediately objected.

"Execute the command."

Qingqiu Ze's tone left no room for doubt, carrying a decisiveness honed by years of battlefield experience.

"I need to see for myself the size and condition of the ' Flesh Workshop '."

The ' North Wind ' has the latest optical camouflage and psionic shielding coating, so as long as you don't enter their active detection range, there shouldn't be any major problems.

If the situation changes, proceed according to Plan C.

"Understood. Boss, be careful."

Like a true ghost wolf, the "North Wind" reduced its engine power to a minimum and relied on inertia to glide. The special coating on the ship's surface began to simulate the weak radiation and optical characteristics of the surrounding asteroid debris, slowly approaching the K7 coordinate region.

The closer they got, the more eerie the once tranquil starry sky outside the porthole seemed.

On some small celestial fragments, there were abnormal, dark red fleshy fungal mats that seemed to pulsate slightly as if they were alive.

Occasionally, the wreckage of civilian cargo holds, their energy drained and their outer shells twisted, drifted through the void.

Qingqiu Ze stood in front of the porthole, his heterochromatic eyes sweeping over the shocking marks.

The methods Disciples of Sanctus Medicus are always associated with distorted life and blasphemous creation.

Suddenly, a very faint alarm sounded on the bridge.

"High-intensity psionic scan detected! Origin unknown, but coverage area is expanding!"

The sensor operator lowered his voice.

"Shut down all non-essential energy output and activate ' Deep Sea Stealth ' mode."

Qingqiu Ze immediately gave the order, while his fingers rapidly swiped across his personal terminal, injecting a pre-compiled anti-psychic detection and jamming code into the ship's system.

Like a giant whale sinking into the deep sea, the "North Wind" instantly reduced all external energy fluctuations to freezing point, and even the internal lighting was switched to the minimum cold light source.

Just seconds after the mode switch was completed, an invisible psionic wave, which appeared as a pale purple color on the sensors, swept across the airspace where the "North Wind" was located like a tide.

The ripples created a slight disturbance when they touched the hull, but were quickly masked by the psionic background noise simulated by the interference code, which was indistinguishable from asteroid debris.

The scan lasted for about ten seconds and then slowly receded.

"Scan passed, no alarm triggered."

The operator breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingqiu Ze, however, did not relax.

The intensity and organization of the scan just now far exceeded the capabilities of a typical Moon-Eating Hunter Pack.

The influence of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus is probably deeper than he anticipated.

"Continue forward, maintain stealth mode. Focus the optical sensor on the center of area K7."

The image on the main screen begins to zoom in and out.

When the scene in that area became clear, even Qingqiu Ze, who was used to seeing cosmic wonders and the cruelty of battlefields, couldn't help but slightly narrow his heterochromatic eyes.

It was a temporary "nest" pieced together and modified from several large meteorites.

The rough but effective structure was covered with dark red flesh and blood tissue, and in some places, one could even see slowly pulsating organs, like a heart.

Outside the lair, dozens of Borisin warriors of various forms roamed. Some still retained more of a human form, while others had completely transformed into beasts, their eyes glowing with an abnormal red light, clearly indicating that they had been deeply affected.

In the central area of the lair, a facility resembling a giant incubation pool, constructed from flesh and unidentified metal, is in operation.

A viscous, shimmering liquid churned in the pool, and the vague outlines of some undulating, twisted creatures could be seen floating and sinking within it.

"The ' Flesh Workshop ' has been confirmed; it is of medium size and actively in production."

Qingqiu Ze's voice turned cold. "Record all visible unit characteristics and estimate production capacity."

Grey Claw will encrypt and upload real-time footage and coordinates to General Feixiao's command center with the highest priority.

"Uploading... Wait! Boss, a small high-speed unit is approaching from the three o'clock position! Quantity six... no, ten! Extremely fast!"

The sensor operator's voice suddenly became urgent.

Qingqiu Ze immediately shifted his gaze.

Suddenly, ten dark red shadows darted out from the shadows of the nest.

They resembled bats with their skin peeled off and muscle tissue exposed, but their wingspan exceeded five meters, and they were incredibly fast, swooping straight towards the direction where the "North Wind" was lurking.

"Discovered? No... by the patrol, or by the 'hunting dogs' produced by the workshop!"

Qingqiu Ze instantly assessed the situation. "All ships, prepare for battle! Optical camouflage deactivated, shields at maximum power! Main guns charged, targets the three closest enemies! Close-in weapon system activated!"

The camouflage on the surface of the "North Wind" receded like ripples on water, revealing the blue and white hull in the darkness.

Almost simultaneously, a pale blue energy shield hummed and unfolded.

Sizzle--!

Several crimson psionic rays shot out from the mouthparts of the "Flesh Flying Bat," slamming into the shield and creating violent ripples.

"Shield strength reduced by 12%! Their attacks now inflict psionic corruption!"

Damage control report.

"Main gun, fire!"

Buzz--!

Two blazing white beams of light shot out from the bow of the "North Wind" ship, precisely piercing through the two Flesh Flying Bat charging at the forefront.

Before they could even scream, they exploded into two disgusting blobs of minced meat and psionic fragments in the void.

However, the remaining eight flying bats dispersed with extraordinary agility, swooping down on the "North Wind" from different angles. Their sharp bone claws and mouthparts tore and pecked at the shield, and the sizzling sound of psionic corrosion was incessant.

To make matters worse, the distant nests seemed to have been disturbed, and more red dots began to light up from all corners.

"Boss, we're stuck! The lair's defenses are gathering!"

Grey Claw's voice came through the communication channel, filled with anxiety.

"Second and third teams request to engage!"

"No, hold your position!"

Qingqiu Ze sternly stopped him.

"Your mission is to monitor and block any potential reinforcements! ' North Wind ' will draw fire, which will give us a good chance to see how much they have left!"

As he spoke, he strode toward the weapons rack behind the bridge and grabbed the silver-white "North Wind and Flashing Lightning" spear.

The gun felt slightly cool to the touch, and the wind patterns seemed to sense the master's fighting spirit, flowing with a faint blue light.

"Captain, you're in charge now. Maintain maneuverability and prioritize eliminating the flying bats. I'll go out and deal with those near the portholes."

"Boss?! It's a vacuum outside! Those monsters..." the captain exclaimed in shock.

"Execute the command."

Qingqiu Ze did not turn around; his heterochromatic eyes blazed with golden light.

He walked to a sealed hatch on the side. The hatch slid open silently, and the cold vacuum and chaotic psionic fluctuations rushed in instantly, only to be blocked by his protective aura.

He took a step forward and fell into the void.

There were no heavy spacesuits, only close-fitting light combat armor and a thin but tough psionic shield that was generated on its own.

For a warrior of his caliber, brief exposure to vacuum and mobile combat are already commonplace.

A Flesh Flying Bat spotted the "snack" that had suddenly appeared outside the ship's exterior, hissed, and pounced, its mouth wide open, its foul-smelling psionic saliva condensing into ice crystals in the vacuum.

Qingqiu Ze flicked his wrist, and his spear shot out like lightning!

"North Wind and Flashing Lightning!"

The spear tip precisely struck the upper edge of the flying bat's gaping maw, and a burst of azure wind-attribute spiritual energy erupted, tearing its head apart from the inside like an invisible blade.

The bat's attack came to an abrupt halt, leaving behind only a floating wreckage.

He lightly touched the hull with his toes, using the momentum to flip over, and his spear transformed into a silver-blue halo, sweeping another flying bat that was trying to sneak up on the bridge porthole in half.

In a vacuum, sound cannot travel; only the silent collision and annihilation of energy unfolds.

Qingqiu Ze's figure moved like a ghost in the small airspace around the "North Wind. Every shot was precise and ruthless, carrying the chilling and penetrating power of the north wind.

Those flesh-and -Flesh Flying Bat, enhanced by instinct and psychic power, were like clumsy targets in the face of his exquisite marksmanship and superior speed.

In just one minute, all eight Flesh Flying Bat were reduced to scattered limbs.

Qingqiu Ze hovered in the void, his spear pointing diagonally, his heterochromatic eyes coldly gazing at the Eclipse Moon Nest, which was gathering in the distance and beginning to send out more pursuing units.

His personal terminal vibrated slightly, transmitting a message from Grey Claw: "Boss, the lair has deployed two modified assault boats and about thirty ground units, heading towards us."

The general's reply has arrived: the main vanguard has entered the star system and is expected to arrive in our area within an hour. He instructs us to hold off the enemy and obtain as much data as possible about the workshop's internal structure.

Qingqiu Ze replied with a simple "Received".

He glanced at the blue and white "North Wind" at his feet, then at the approaching red light in the distance.

An hour-long stalling battle against an enemy who may possess a bizarre creation Disciples of Sanctus Medicus.

In his heterochromatic eyes, blue calmness and golden fighting spirit intertwined.

"Perfect..."

He muttered to himself, the blue light on the gun growing even brighter.

"Let me see if the current Eclipse Moon still has the right to make me recall my so-called 'past'."

Instead of returning to the ship, he brandished his spear and charged towards the direction of the enemy attack, transforming into a streak of blue and white light as he sped away.

True generals are always on the front lines, tearing bloody paths and securing victory for the fleet and the promises they keep behind them.