197: Chapter 197 The Deliveryman?
"Not good! It's a Three-Eyed Clan 'Shadow' class Raider! We've been ambushed!"
The moment Old K saw those three black warships filled with an eerie beauty, the pupil in his one eye suddenly contracted into a dangerous needle-point shape!
He let out a roar filled with horror and disbelief!
A "Shadow" class Raider!
These were the top-tier ace warships in the Three-Eyed Clan's fleet sequence, specifically used for "decapitation" and "infiltration" missions!
It not only possessed an extremely powerful "Psionic Stealth" system that could shield it from most radar scans,
But was also equipped with terrifying "spirit interference" weapons capable of paralyzing a medium cruiser in an instant!
Their tiny, broken patrol ship didn't even have an energy shield...
In front of the opponent, it was practically no different from an undefended little fishing boat!
"Damn it! Those sons of bitches from the Three-Eyed Clan! How could they show up here?!"
Wasn't the G-7 asteroid belt always a "safe zone"?!
Monstrous waves of shock surged in Old K's heart!
He couldn't figure it out!
He really couldn't figure it out!
This simply didn't make sense!
Unless there was a traitor among them!
Someone had leaked their patrol route and mission information to the Three-Eyed Clan in advance!
"All personnel, take note! Prepare for battle!"
Though Old K was horrified, his rich combat experience, honed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, allowed him to make the correct reaction immediately!
He let out a roar filled with iron blood and determination!
He attempted to pull himself together for one final desperate struggle!
However, it was already too late...
The moment his voice fell.
Buzz—!
Three dark purple teleportation beams filled with a strange and evil aura shot out from the three black Raiders simultaneously!
They landed with pinpoint accuracy on the deck of their tiny patrol ship!
In the next second.
Over a dozen hideous figures, tall and covered in a layer of black biological colonial armor that shimmered with a metallic luster,
Appeared silently inside the patrol ship like ghosts!
Each had a tightly closed, vertical, evil eye on their forehead!
Three-Eyed Clan!
And they were the most elite "Judicator" warriors of the Three-Eyed Clan, specialists in close-quarters combat!
Leading them was a terrifying existence, even taller and more burly than the other Three-Eyed warriors!
His black biological colonial armor was inscribed with countless dark-gold runes filled with a mysterious and evil aura!
The closed vertical eye on his forehead was also larger than the other warriors' and more filled with the aura of "life"!
Seventh-Rank Mid-stage!
This guy was actually a genuine elite commander of the Three-Eyed Clan, with strength comparable to a human Seventh-Rank Mid-stage Grandmaster!
"Human insects..."
The elite commander of the Three-Eyed Clan slowly raised his head.
His indifferent eyes, which looked down without a shred of emotion, slowly swept across the faces of every member of the "Ghost" squad, who were already pale with fright and trembling.
His voice rang out directly in everyone's minds through some form of spiritual resonance.
The voice was cold and raspy, filled with a high-and-mighty sense of judgment, like a god's.
"Kneel."
"Or, die."
As his words fell.
An indescribable, terrifying spiritual pressure filled with evil and chaotic energy!
It erupted from his body with a boom!
Like an invisible tide, it crushed down ruthlessly toward everyone present!
Pfft!
Ah—!
The Ghost squad members, whose strength was only at the early or mid-stages of the Sixth Rank, were as fragile as punctured balloons before this terrifying spiritual pressure comparable to an Eighth-Rank Venerable!
They didn't even have the strength to resist!
On the spot, blood sprayed from their seven orifices as their spiritual sea of consciousness was forcibly crushed and shredded by that violent spirit power!
They fell straight to the ground!
Dead as could be!
While Old K barely managed to withstand that spiritual pressure by relying on his powerful Seventh-Rank Mid-stage strength and rock-solid will,
He wasn't doing well either!
He felt as if his head was being forcibly torn apart!
An indescribable, intense pain made his face instantly turn as pale as paper!
Beads of cold sweat rolled down frantically from his forehead!
"Damn it!"
Old K gritted his teeth hard, his one eye filled with unwillingness and monstrous rage!
He wanted to resist!
But he discovered in despair!
Under that strange spiritual pressure filled with the laws of "chaos" and "distortion," his body, his blood, and his spirit power
Were actually being suppressed to death!
He didn't even have the strength to move a pinky finger!
This was the terror of the Three-Eyed Clan's royalty!
They were born with a near-divine absolute control over spirit power!
Their spiritual attacks were not just simple energy impacts!
They contained the power of higher-dimensional "laws"!
"Hehe, interesting..."
The elite commander of the Three-Eyed Clan looked at One-Eyed Dragon Old K, who was still struggling to hold on.
A cruel smile of "appreciation" appeared on his eerie and handsome face.
"I didn't expect that in this godforsaken trash heap,"
"I would actually encounter a little insect with such tenacious willpower."
"Very good."
"I've decided."
"I won't kill you so easily."
"I will take you back to our 'Temple'."
"And then I will strip your brain out completely."
"To make it my most perfect collectible."
As he spoke, he slowly walked toward the now completely despondent Old K.
The Three-Eyed "Judicator" warriors behind him also showed bloodthirsty, cruel smiles.
It was as if they could already see the miserable sight of this stubborn human being tortured to death by their commander's unpredictable methods.
It was over.
Everything was over.
Old K's heart was like dead ashes.
He had given up all resistance.
All he sought now was death.
However.
Just when everyone thought the situation was settled.
A lazy voice filled with "impatience," as if its owner hadn't fully woken up,
Rang out without warning in the silent cockpit filled with the aura of despair.
"Um... sorry to interrupt."
"Did you guys forget about me?"
Who was that?!
The elite commander of the Three-Eyed Clan, who was about to "enjoy" his "trophy,"
Stopped abruptly in his tracks!
His indifferent eyes slowly turned toward the source.
And then he saw it.
In the most inconspicuous corner of the cockpit.
That lazy human youth who had been lying comfortably in a massage chair from beginning to end, as if he had fallen asleep,
Was now slowly sitting up from the massage chair.
His face still carried a trace of confusion from just waking up.
He rubbed his bleary eyes.
Then he looked at the elite commander of the Three-Eyed Clan, who was staring at him with a face full of astonishment.
A harmless smile filled with "innocence" and "curiosity" appeared on his face.
"May I ask..."
"Are you guys here to deliver a package?"