Several muffled groans rose from the adjacent Auxiliary Control Room, and the lights above the hydraulic doors turned red.
Through the glass, six Neural Docking Bays could clearly be seen popping open at once.
Six Saint Luo soldiers staggered to their feet inside.
Their faces were contorted with pain.
The hydraulic doors opened, and the six soldiers struggled out.
"The parasites have lost contact."
"It's not temporary... it's been permanently stripped away. Captain Frei, we request permission to rest in the Bio-Cabin."
The six of them were incomparably weak at this moment.
Gulp.
In the vast bridge, the sound of someone swallowing was distinctly audible.
The Saint Luo crew members witnessing this for the first time felt a lingering dread in their hearts.
If they had been piloting themselves just now, they would probably have died without ever knowing why.
The consequences of losing contact...
All it took was a little imagination to understand.
If a Reconnaissance Ship fell from a hundred thousand meters in the sky, even Saint Luo Blood, with its formidable defenses and regenerative abilities, would be smashed completely dead upon striking the ground at meteor-like speed.
The Saint Luo crew instinctively looked forward. Their fleet commander, Lord Frei, wore an icy expression.
"So this really is the legendary land that isolates energy. Even with the corrosion of flesh-and-blood spores, it can still sever all information docking."
He was not a stubborn commander. August's words had already made him wary.
Perhaps he had not thought things through earlier. Maybe the past years of war and conquest had gone too smoothly.
"Saint Luo Envoy, please forgive my foolishness just now."
Having sorted things out, Frei faced the enormous floor-to-ceiling window ahead and bowed respectfully.
In the universe outside the window, the giant of flesh and blood gave an