129: The surgery was a success, you are now—

"Is this one of your Legion members?" After requesting equipment, Gunnar looked at the Guardian Angel Legion member in red powered armor (with white shoulder pads) before him and asked.

The Guardian Angels Marine squad leader immediately stood at attention and replied: "Yes! As a member of our ranks, he is our pride."

Gunnar nodded, gently handed the scarred body in his hands to the squad leader, then reached out and said: "As his comrade—and yours—I feel incredibly honored."

"However," "Give me back the Chainsword I just put on the ground." "I hand-crafted that one myself during my first Boarding Actions. If you want one, I can make you one."

The squad leader gave a dry laugh and said: "You put it on the ground, so I thought nobody wanted it..."

Taking back the Chainsword, Gunnar had the strange illusion that it was trembling. However, he didn't pay it any mind.

He activated the thrusters on his back and leaped onto the high platform covered in alien corpses. Turning around, he roared at the Legion members behind him: "Those damned aliens take pleasure in toying with human warriors!"

"Today they dare to capture our allies, tomorrow they will dare to capture me!"

"Since slaughter brings them joy—then!" "We shall satisfy them! Bring them unparalleled pain! Make death a luxury they cannot afford!"

"WAAAAAAAGH!!!" Immediately, a thunderous war cry erupted from below— "WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!"

...

Grulal had just arrived at the Bridge of the flagship. The moment its corpulent body squeezed up to the command console, it saw information that made its heart stop—

In just an instant, the fleet it had painstakingly accumulated had become an illusion! Whether it was what it brought before, what it had snatched from human hands, or what the Imperial Tax Administration Department had "sponsored" it with, everything had turned into a fireball!

That was the power it had accumulated for three years! It had been counting on them to break free from the control of the Imperial Tax Administration Department!

Staring at the unknown Warships on the screens, it shouted in immense rage— "Lu... (Damn human trash!)" "Lu... (How could they have become this strong!)"

Beside it, the alien adjutant looked at the big screen in despair, which displayed "Our ship has been boarded." It pointed at the icon anxiously, chattering non-stop.

The lights symbolizing each compartment being breached flashed continuously. Grulal didn't know where things had gone wrong. Clearly, before this, it had been the human leaders who were the ones fighting...

Time did not give it a chance to reminisce. Using the fastest speed of its life, it quickly edited a message.

Soon, the Bridge of the storm received a "Surrender Notice" via all-frequency broadcast—

"Human fleet opposite, we have surrendered. Please cease all your war actions, stop your infringement on the normal rights of intelligent beings, and strictly abide by the 'Intelligent Species War Procedure Protection Ordinance' signed by the human regime, the Star Sea Republic, and adopt preferential policies for our prisoners..." "Attached is: 'Intelligent Species War Procedure Protection Ordinance'."

Looking at this communication, Xi Hai expressed that, even though it was edited in the human common language, why couldn't he understand a single word of it?

Closing the message, Xi Hai turned his gaze back to everyone on the Bridge, picked up the fleet command channel microphone, and roared without hesitation: "Don't just stand there, we didn't declare war on them!!!" "They aren't qualified!!!" "Continue the advance!!!"

Immediately after, he casually sent that "Ordinance" thing to White Shark, asking him to identify what kind of monsters and demons that was.

Almost immediately, there was a reply— "Commander, this is a treaty spearheaded by the ruling regime of the Third Epoch, the Star Sea Republic. The core of it says that when waging war against aliens, one must focus on guaranteeing the... rights of the aliens," "A political stunt document," "It's something that was nailed to the pillar of shame and reviled in the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Eras," "Where did you get this?"

Listening to White Shark's explanation, Xi Hai's favorability toward the "Star Sea Republic" instantly plummeted to freezing point. Seriously? What kind of genius came up with this garbage?

It's already a war against aliens, a struggle for racial survival, and you're telling me to protect the aliens? This kind of thing is so bad that even putting it in a toilet would lower the overall dining environment of the toilet!

But at this moment, the voice of night lamp rang out— "Third Epoch relic detected. Please collect complete data to activate the progress bar."

What the hell? "On that Warship?" night lamp: "Yes."

Fine, it's a good thing the new Legion guys charged straight in, otherwise he might have really missed this place. After completely taking it over later, he'd pay a visit.

...

Seeing the opposite side ignoring its surrender request completely and continuing to advance, Grulal felt for the first time that disaster was imminent.

It hadn't felt this desperate even when it was being chased and slaughtered by the Military Alliance fleet! How could anyone come up with such a sinister tactic as Boarding Actions in the void!

Compartments were breached layer by layer, and the gunfire outside the Bridge drew closer. Grulal became increasingly terrified, until—a red, boxy mecha kicked the wall of the Bridge to pieces.

On that red mecha, there were two aliens hanging that weren't dead yet; their wriggling intestines even dangled down, tied into knots.

Suddenly, a deep, electronic voice sounded— "Look, what have I caught?" "An alien leader covered in medals? Hahaha" "So you are the one who tortured my cute little junior (though not yet)?"

Even through the electronic voice, Grulal could feel the pilot's rage. Its pupils contracted violently, and failing to stand steady, it fell onto the ground. Its corpulent, bloated body wriggled backward until its back hit the cold console.

Marines holding Boarding Shield kept stepping out from behind the breach. Their shields were also nailed with living alien creatures, which made Grulal feel enraged but also made its scalp tingle—enraged, because clearly, it used to be them nailing humans! And the scalp tingling... that was because it knew how torturous this was.

"How about we leave this one for those two little juniors? Hahaha!" "Deal!!!"

...

...

"Hum—hum hum—" He slowly woke up. Opening his eyes, there was first a expanse of light, a bright white ceiling, and his whole body felt immersed in liquid, only his field of vision had become a limited square.

"Is this heaven?" He muttered to himself, but a voice suddenly interjected: "No, child, this is a dreadnought." "A dreadnought?" "The scientific name is refrigerator mecha, but everyone prefers to call it a dreadnought."

"Who are you?" "Me? I'm just an ordinary shipboard Mechanic. By the way, you can try to move."

Hearing this, he realized he seemed to be able to feel the limbs he had lost—except it felt a bit strange. He tried to move, and immediately, a sound of mechanical sliding came to his ears, very smooth, very pleasant. Raising his arm to look, it was a multi-barreled Autocannon with twelve barrels.

"Very good, you are now a qualified pilot." "Because your injuries were too severe, in order to save your lives, we used an all-enclosed cockpit," "Which means—your original bodies will never be able to come out in this lifetime."

Listening to the Mechanic's words, he was silent for a moment, then said: "You keep saying 'you all', 'you all'," "Is Serene still alive?"

The Mechanic shrugged, "If you are referring to the girl who was with you, yes." "She has already set off first, so you should hurry up and go too." "...Thanks," he said, "I'm off."

Watching the large mecha stride away, the Mechanic suddenly asked: "What is your name?" The mechanical voice immediately came back— "Me?" "My name is—Revenkro."