"Has the distress signal been sent?!"
In the main control room, the captain was sweating profusely with anxiety, while the operators beside him looked panicked.
"Our communications have been jammed; all signals have been blocked."
"How is this possible? The communication systems on the Short Horn Star are high-end equipment purchased from a galactic-level civilization. How could these scavengers have such advanced jamming devices?!"
The captain was shocked and furious. The universality and technological diversity of interstellar wide-area communication made communication jamming devices extremely expensive. Moreover, the enemy possessed a "reverse jump" device that restricted jumps by disrupting space. The captain was devastated.
Are these scavengers really that skilled?!
The Short Horn Star is unable to escape or call for help; it is entangled with scavengers. It can hold out for a short time thanks to the ship's own shields and armor, and there is still hope of escape. Perhaps the high-energy reaction here will be detected by the detectors that Goddora has deployed in space, and the guards will come to help.
In a bustling star sector, the ruling civilization maintains celestial security within its territory. The probes are highly sensitive, and some are stationary, monitored in real-time by artificial intelligence, essentially forming a large warning zone. If a situation similar to the Short Horn Star appears, one can move towards the probe to indirectly trigger an alarm. Generally, the probe's signal strength is military-grade, with a high probability of penetrating shielding, or the warning zone exceeding the shielding range.
At this moment, the Short Horn Star flew towards the nearest probe. It could not jump, so it could only fly. If it went at full speed, it would take about 20 to 25 minutes to reach the warning zone. The Scavenger ship was small and agile, with strong interference capabilities and mediocre attack power. Its shields could barely hold for this period of time.
But the enemy boarding the ship is the real and imminent crisis. With the ship's bodyguards retreating steadily, the enemy's target is definitely the control room.
Once the control room is taken over, it's as if the Short Horn Star has fallen, and escape will be just a dream.
"Only a third of the bodyguards are left to fight the enemy. They're retreating. They can't stop the enemy... It's over. The scavengers are heading towards the control room. Captain, what do we do now?" An assistant looked at the monitor screen, trembling with tension.
"Try negotiating!" The captain gritted his teeth, turned on the radio, and with a sliver of hope, expressed his willingness to pay the toll. He received no response from the scavengers, who clearly intended to swallow the entire ship.
The scavengers blocked outward signals, but the ship's internal broadcast system, which is a separate line, is still usable.
The scene showed guards falling one after another, and the captain was extremely anxious. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he asked urgently, "Quick, pull up the passenger list! Are there any dangerous individuals among them?"
Soon, someone filtered the passenger list, and the identities of several people were displayed. They were all combatants with some reputation, the most famous of whom was the high-ranking mercenary [Green Knight].
"The Green Knight! It's him! That's great!"
The captain was overjoyed and hurriedly turned on the intercom, saying, "Passengers, the situation is very urgent. The scavengers are heading towards the control room. We hope that any passengers with combat capabilities can help. This will also save yourselves. I will offer a high reward..."
In the current situation, we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless. We must repel the enemy who boarded the ship to have any hope of escaping. The passengers are our last hope.
The captain could only pin his hopes on the passengers, especially the renowned Green Knight, and pray silently.
call--
The warhammer swept across, unleashing a powerful shockwave that sent a large group of spaceship guards flying.
The Snake Braid wielded his warhammer with one hand, never stopping, his entire body enveloped in a grayish-brown martial aura. Bullets and low-energy beams struck him, leaving only white marks on his rocky skin—a testament to his racial talent for being incredibly resilient.
He laughed wildly, unstoppable, defeating the guards one after another. The fierce battle raged inside the spaceship, and the external shields exploded repeatedly, all blending into a flamboyant melody.
Where are we now?
"Boss, the VIP cabin is just ahead. Sisoli is waiting for you there."
Soon, the metal door to the VIP lobby appeared ahead, locked at the moment. This time, Snake Braid gripped the hammer handle with both hands, spun it twice, and slammed it down with a thunderous bang. The door dented, and Snake Braid flew inside.
Sisoli walked out with a smile, "You've finally arrived."
"Well done. Where are Goddora and the Tu Shu?"
Economy Class Lobby.
"Very good!" Snake Braid grinned, turned his head and saw a group of cowering passengers, and ordered, "Arrest them all as hostages. Some will stay behind to guard the library."
A group of scavengers used small black metal rings to put on the passengers' hands and feet. The rings automatically extended into thick, heavy mechanical shackles that locked their hands and feet tightly. Even ordinary superhumans couldn't break free from them. All the passengers were taken hostage.
There were a few superhumans among the passengers, but the scavengers outnumbered them and the Snake Braid was too strong. They were afraid of dying and dared not resist.
Immediately afterwards, Snake Braid went to the economy class hall, where he also took control of the economy class passengers. He searched carefully but found no trace of the Goddora people, which enraged him.
Sisoli hurriedly said, "I just moved to the VIP cabin yesterday. The spaceship hasn't docked yet, so he must still be on board."
A giant Snake Braid hand grabbed a passenger's head and roared, "Where did that Goddora go?"
"They... they broke the door and ran out," the man replied hastily.
Bang!
His head was crushed, blood splattered all over the faces of the other hostages, and screams erupted one after another.
Snake Braid shook her hand angrily, "They ran away! Go find them right now..."
Before the words were even finished, another group of scavengers came through the communicator. "SOS! SOS! We've encountered a powerful superhuman on the way to the control room, we're stuck, please help!"
Sisoli hurriedly said, "Boss, the target is on the spaceship, there's no way he can escape. Let's go and take over the control room first. As long as we capture the spaceship, we'll be able to find the target sooner or later."
Upon hearing this, Snake Braid nodded. "Then let's go to the control room. Sisoli, you take some men and stay here to control these passengers."
"No problem."
Economy class passengers were shackled and thrown aside. Scavengers pointed guns at the crowd, making them afraid to make a move and trembling with fear.
Snake Braid led his men to the main control room. The spaceship was quite large, and it took them a while to reach the scene. The ground was littered with the corpses of Snake Braid. A flash of green light, like a fountain, erupted at the end of the passageway, and more than a dozen scavengers crashed into the wall, their bodies twisted and broken.
The Green Knight stood blocking the main control room corridor, his face cold and stern. Green light rippled across his body, casting a dark green glow on his mechanical limbs. He was actually a superhuman, manipulating a strange energy that appeared green on the spectrum. This energy could shape his body and possessed both impact and defensive capabilities. It was a variant of force field-based superhuman abilities, hence his nickname.
"Look, Green Knight Reldon, a high-ranking mercenary, a descendant of the Sunil Race." Snake Braid eyes gleamed with desire as he approached, dragging his warhammer, saying, "Finally, a formidable fellow has arrived."
Reldon's eyes were cold. He was a mercenary, and his reason for helping was largely due to the reward promised by the captain; otherwise, he would have gone to find an escape pod long ago.
The left-hand robotic arm folded and deformed, revealing a dark cannon muzzle. Beams of laser light shot out at extremely high speed, piercing through the chests of several scavengers and leaving bloody, melted holes.
The other scavengers hurriedly sought cover and fought back, but Snake Braid was fearless and charged forward. The laser beam struck him, leaving only scorched spots. He swung his warhammer, stirring up a thick, imposing stone-gray aura, and brought it down on his head!
Reldon raised his right hand, releasing green light that formed a burning light shield above his head.
Bang!!
The air ring burst open, spraying green light and creating a buzzing echo.
Let's rewind to almost ten minutes ago.
The stern warehouse of the Short Horn Star was far from the battlefield, where the sounds of battle were barely audible. The warehouse door was wide open, in a way that perfectly embodied violent aesthetics, and Han Xiao and his group were searching inside.
"Found it." Han Xiao finally found his box, opened the combination lock, and a stream of cold, white air poured out, revealing the Flying Serpent Mecha inside.
He quickly donned his equipment, activated the system, and the dormant mech lit up. The energy core shone brightly, and blue energy, like blood, slowly flowed through all the delivery pipes.
With his equipment in hand and in excellent condition, Master Han felt a sense of relief. He picked up all his weapons, then suddenly remembered Kerlodd, he left [Garetan's Wrath] behind and threw all the other golden orbs to Kerlodd.
"Here's your equipment, don't hold me back."
Kerlodd paused, put away the small ball, and solemnly said, "I will fight alongside you."
Only half the players were online, and about twenty players received weapons.
Han Xiao said in a deep voice, "Let's split up and assign teams now..."
The plan was to split into three groups: Mad Frenzied Saber, Fish-Fragrant Eggplant, and another team would control the emergency aircraft and find a way out. Temple, Dynasty, and others would cut off the scavengers' retreat and block their entrance to the Short Horn Star. Kerlodd and the remaining players would follow him to the control room, which was the most important route.
Just then, the announcement came over the loudspeaker, and the captain's plea for the passengers' help was made.
After listening, Han Xiao's eyes lit up.
"Remuneration..."