143: We really want to kill some aliens in the name of humanity... or something.

Tianjin Seat V89.07, one of the nine major industrial star systems of Tianjin Seat.

Current weather: Light ion wind turning clear.

As an industrial hub of Tianjin Seat V89, it possesses a complete industrial chain including mining, smelting, and energy refining.

The core of this hub is located within the asteroid belt—these are twelve large Warship foundries.

They were completed during the Great Restoration (before the decisive battle of Tiankan Seat), and during construction, a large number of prefabricated building components left over from the fifth era (Voyager Federation) were used.

Initially, they were intended to be used as frontline maintenance bases.

Although the scale was limited due to hasty construction, with sufficient resources, one foundry could simultaneously build 5 Warships of the 1000-2000 meter class.

It was not large, but for the 9-89th Guardian Angel Legion, this was once the only industrial base where they could launch large ships.

But now, it has fallen into the hands of the aliens—

"Move faster! You bunch of *** (alien profanity)!"

Several alien supervisors urged them loudly in the human common language. Their task was to watch this group of ragged humans attempting to repair the partially destroyed power supply system—

"Zzzzzzt—!!!"

The moment the circuit was connected, a burst of intense blue current, accompanied by sparks, spewed out from the external transformer box, directly striking the face of an unlucky guy who was operating it, evaporating his upper body into a cloud of gas.

Others glanced there, but after the supervisor shook the muzzle of his gun twice, they quickly averted their gaze.

Meanwhile, the indicator light also successfully lit up—

"Rumble rumble rumble!!!"

The locking mechanism slid open slowly with a harsh roar, and the backup lifting component, just repaired by another team, slowly pulled up the huge gate—

The dilapidated vacuum dock was revealed before everyone's eyes.

Looking at the equipment and parts that had been blown to pieces, an alien supervisor holding a weapon complained irritably:

"Grr... (Another one that's almost completely destroyed)"

His companion in charge of registration next to him also said irritably:

"Grr... (These humans are truly disgusting. Even after running away, they still sabotage everything. They are nothing like their noble ancestors.)"

"Grr... (I still miss the era described by our ancestors, where they were useless and had dirty diseases, yet could still be popular among humans.)"

"Grr... (My ancestor—he left behind electronic records, bragging to us that he had spread our species' unique dirty disease to a total of 1772 humans!)"

The armed alien shrugged.

"Grr... (It's probably hopeless to expect humans to go back to that state.)"

"Grr... (Ever since that so-called Empire appeared, humans have become brutal and unbearable.)"

"Grr... (You'd be better off hoping those human Slave Laborers work faster so we can hurry up and check the next one.)"

The alien scribe waved his hand irritably, looked at the Slave Laborers assigned to them, and shouted back in the human common language—

"You bunch of ***! Hurry up and check the next dock!"

"If you don't meet the quota—you'll go back to the cages and become livestock!"

Most people's hands were already bloody and mangled, sweat mixed with blood dripping onto the ground, making their heavy footsteps appear even more sticky.

But when that phrase "back to the cages" was mentioned, most people still shuddered—compared to the present where there was still a chance of survival, that place was the true hell.

Watching them quicken their pace and walk towards the next so-called "target location,"

The alien in charge of recording relaxed his expression.

While taking out a freshly issued can of organic matter, he looked at his colleague and said:

"Grr... (This is the key to improving their work efficiency.)"

"Grr... (Finish early, and we can get off work early.)"

After speaking, he opened the can, poured it all into his mouth, chewed a few times, and casually spat a foreign object into the crowd—

It looked like a silver ring.

The surrounding people just glanced at it, and fear appeared on their faces—

That was the fate of those "livestock" in the "cages" that they were trying to escape from, even at the risk of their lives while working for the aliens:

Slaughtered, cleaned, and then—buried in the organic matter mixer.

...

Meanwhile, above a certain space station, inside an alien Warship.

"Grr... (General Guluwaer, we are currently checking the existing industrial facilities of the humans.)"

"Grr... (But the results so far have been very disappointing. Even if we reorganize the existing parts, we can't piece together more than 2 docks.)"

Guluwaer, sitting in the main seat, looked at the materials handed over by his adjutant and waved his hand irritably.

"Grr... (Never mind that. Has Grulal returned?)"

"Grr... (Didn't he say he was going to pick up those collaborating human things?)"

The adjutant next to him shook his head and said:

"Grr... (There is still no news from General Grulal. Maybe they wanted to take the opportunity to expand their war results on the way back.)"

"Grr... (When he left, he seemed to mention wanting to knock out that place that looks like a traffic hub for humans.)"

Guluwaer nodded, tacitly accepting this explanation.

"Grr... (In that case, once we confirm that the humans have blown up their own star marker, we can arrange for the takeover team.)"

"Grr... (According to those guys' plans, as long as we hibernate for a while longer, we can apply to the mother planet to have the linear channel laid over.)"

"Grr... (If this barbaric species of humans cannot return to the nobility they had in the Star Sea Republic ten thousand years ago, then they deserve to disappear from the Star Sea.)"

His adjutant nodded in agreement.

"In that case, General, shall I go deal with those industrial facilities?"

Guluwaer nodded and instructed:

"Grr... (Grulal said that their main force will arrive here to assemble next month.)"

"Grr... (We must restart the machines here before they arrive!)"

"Grr! (Yes!)"

...

...

At this moment, in a corner of Tianjin Seat V89.07,

A moment of distortion and stagnation flashed in mid-air, and a huge fleet silently revealed its form—

It was the brand-new First Mobile Fleet.

After this voyage, Xi Hai Chusiro had confirmed the state of the Warship traveling through the void bubble.

The stability was good, safety was OK, it just required nearly a minute of warm-up before entering.

In other words, it completely crushed the Warp Engine in terms of speed, but it lacked flexibility.

As for now—

The fleet had already entered a hidden state on the spot and began collecting information.

Everyone was ready, morale was high.

After three years of suppression, the Legion was finally able to fire the first shot of revenge—

And this first shot would be fired by their fleet!!!

This! What an honor!!!