Nine Forms That Surpassed Human Limits? (Two-in-One)

(Two chapters combined, 4,500-word chapter.)

"Yeah, doesn't he look full of life?"

Falcon said rather proudly.

"Average at best."

With that, the man wearing a bloody teeth mask turned and left.

"The one on the left is Swamp, and the one on the right is Wizard. Their temperaments are a little strange, so don't mind them, Mu Fan."

The atmosphere seemed to cool instantly. Aunt Long, mature and stunning, turned and spoke quietly to Mu Fan.

Mu Fan shook his head. "I don't mind."

Falcon gave an awkward laugh and looked at Mu Fan. "Wizard is the top strategist aboard our ship. He isn't a Federation human, and he has always been like this. You'll get used to it."

Beret Uncle pointed at the effeminate man over there and introduced him. "Swamp is the weapons operator of the Flying Dragon. He holds the final authorization for many of the Flying Dragon's weapons. When you charge forward, Swamp will absolutely be the most reliable support behind you."

Mu Fan nodded politely. "Hello, Senior."

With such an unfriendly opening, a trace of awkwardness had been added to the originally cheerful atmosphere.

After passing through another two decks, the distance between the front and rear of the space began to narrow noticeably.

Mu Fan knew they had entered the bridge.

Yet from the completion of his Dawn Warship to its first deployment, he had never had the chance to take a proper look around it. Thinking about it now, he could not help feeling some regret.

"If we go any higher, we'll enter the warship's control area. You haven't undergone the pilot assessment for the Great Lightning Owl yet, so you can only be considered a prospective Flying Dragon member. You aren't qualified to enter. How about this, Tyrannosaurus? Take Mu Fan to