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The Imperial Marshal stood before the porthole on the bridge, one hand pressed against the glass, his fingertips exerting slight pressure.

His gaze fell upon the enormous blue planet outside the window.

This planet, and the fragile, ant-like humans on it, will all become his possession.

A glint of greed flashed in the marshal's eyes; the immortal substances contained within those human bodies were a treasure he had long coveted.

They will be ruthlessly extracted, utilized, and completely possessed by him, ultimately helping him break through physiological limits and obtain the endless lifespan he has always dreamed of.

He will no longer suffer from the wear and tear of time and the erosion of aging, truly achieving immortality.

His hand slowly tightened on the glass, as if he wanted to firmly grasp that distant, rotating planet in his palm and control all life on it.

As for that human from Earth named Luo Fei, he never took him seriously.

The marshal had indeed carefully studied the reports sent back by the advance fleet and knew that this alien possessed the strange ability to survive in the vacuum of space, and could even fight against the well-equipped advance fleet on his own.

But so what?

No matter how powerful an individual is, how long can they withstand a massive fleet assembled by the entire empire's race?

His fleet was like an impenetrable net, capable of surrounding the entire Blue Star and compressing Luo Fei's pitiful space to zero.

At that time, he only needs to give an order, and countless energy beams will instantly converge and fire, enough to completely eliminate this only variable in a very short time, leaving not even a trace.

The marshal removed his finger from the porthole, turned around with the composure of a victor, and looked at his adjutant, who stood half a step behind him, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He was about to give the order for the general offensive.

Just then, all the lights in the bridge suddenly went out.

The dim red light disappeared, the faint light seeping from the cracks in the walls disappeared, the rotating blue star image on the holographic projection table disappeared, and even the screen on the data panel in the adjutant's hand went out.

The entire bridge suddenly dimmed, with only the starlight from the portholes and the sunlight reflected from the distant blue star filtering in, outlining the dark gray metal walls.

The marshal's hand froze in mid-air.

The adjutant was also stunned.

The sound of their breathing was exceptionally clear in the dimly lit bridge.

"What happened?"

The marshal broke the silence first, asking in a deep voice, his tone filled with displeasure and authority.

However, no one answered him.

The expected cold, mechanical response from the AI ​​did not come. Only his own breathing, the strong thumping of his heart, and the slightly faster, more rapid breathing of his adjutant were heard in the bridge.

The marshal frowned deeply, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

As if suddenly realizing something, he quickly raised his right hand and pressed it hard on the energy button embedded with a red gemstone on his chest.

That was his personal emergency summoning device, capable of summoning his personal armor in a fraction of a second.

The button was pressed hard, but there was no response.

The armor did not fly out of the bulkhead as usual, there was no faint sound of any parts disintegrating, no hum of the robotic arm unfolding, and even the button itself did not light up any indicator light to indicate activation, as if it were just a decorative object.

His finger pressed the button repeatedly, but each time it felt like pressing on an ordinary metal sheet, with no feedback and no response.

"Marshal, the energy button on your chest... is not lit."

The adjutant's voice came cautiously from in front of him, tinged with uncertainty and probing.

The marshal removed his hand from the button and looked down at it.

He didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

The adjutant's voice rang out again, more urgent than before: "I'll go check the situation outside."

After saying that, he quickly turned around and walked towards the alloy door of the bridge with slightly hurried steps.

Normally, the sensor door would slide open silently to the sides when he approached, its movement even faster than his footsteps.

But this time, he walked to the door, waited a few seconds, but received no response.

The door remained firmly shut.

The adjutant stopped abruptly at the door, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

He reached out and groped around in the metal door panel, quickly finding the control panel embedded in the wall next to it.

Normally, the panel should be glowing with a soft blue light at this moment, displaying icons for the control buttons, emergency switch, and manual unlocking device.

But now, it's completely black; the screen isn't lit, and the buttons aren't reflective.

His fingers fumbled back and forth on the panel a few times, as if trying to get some response, then he stopped.

He stood in front of the tightly closed door, silent for a long time.

Then, he slowly turned around, facing the direction where the marshal was, his voice filled with undisguised doubt and anxiety: "Marshal, the situation... something's wrong. The spaceship seems to have lost all power."

"Currently, we are unable to start the engines, our weapon systems are completely paralyzed, our energy shields may have also failed, our communication equipment is not transmitting any signals, and even our shipboard AI is not functioning."

"The specific situation outside cannot be confirmed yet, but at least it is certain that the spaceship is completely unable to move or respond to the outside world in any effective way."

The marshal stared grimly at the blurry figure of his adjutant, offering no response.

His mind raced, considering all the possibilities: a system malfunction? Or a weapon from an advanced civilization?

The adjutant looked up, his gaze passing over the marshal's shoulder and landing on the huge porthole.

His pupils contracted sharply in that instant, and his mouth opened slightly.

His finger pointed to the porthole, and his voice, strained from his throat, was somewhat hoarse: "Marshal... there's someone outside the window."

The marshal's heart sank. He quickly turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on the porthole.

A human figure could be seen, silently floating in space.

It wasn't wearing any armor; it just hovered outside the porthole.

He wore a long robe with a blue-white gradient, the hem hanging quietly as if supported by some unseen force.

The collar of the robe stood up slightly, with a very faint silver-blue halo around the edge. Although not bright, it was clearly visible against the dark background.

He stood quietly outside the porthole, gazing at the marshal inside the bridge through the transparent alloy glass.

His expression was calm and undisturbed, devoid of any anger or murderous intent, only displaying a detached understanding of everything. His gaze seemed to pierce through thick glass, meeting and colliding directly with the marshal's eyes in mid-air.

The marshal stood motionless, gazing out the window at the figure suspended in space, whose horns gleamed faintly in the starlight.