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Inside the core module.

Lin Xiaoyu squatted down next to the captain, her palm glowing with a healing white light that was slowly seeping into the captain's shocking burns on his chest.

The charred flesh slowly writhed and healed under the light.

Lin Feng stood at the twisted and deformed hatch and looked inside.

A dozen or so familiar faces who had followed him from Earth were now squatting or sitting in the cramped cabin.

No one uttered a sound; the lingering fear of escaping death still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"Just being alive is enough."

Lin Feng spoke in a deep voice, breaking the deathly silence.

Lin Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew her sweaty hands, and turned to look at him: "Brother, the captain's heartbeat has stabilized."

Lin Feng's tense expression eased slightly, and he nodded: "Okay, you lean back and rest for a while, leave the rest to me."

He turned and walked to the cracked bulkhead, raised his hand to bring up the star ring, and checked the battle record.

The projection flickered in mid-air, the data cold and glaring.

There were a total of seven unnumbered destroyers, two of which had engine matrices that clearly belonged to the Second Fleet.

The Augustan family's reach has gone far too far.

What chilled him even more was the guy who claimed to be the deputy envoy of the Dark Guard.

Without any negotiation, the other party immediately formed hand seals and unleashed a soul-harvesting device specifically designed to target the divine soul, clearly intending to exterminate them all.

This kind of person doesn't need to be tried; they just need to die.

Just as Lin Feng was about to give the next instruction, the damaged cabin suddenly shook violently.

Space is folding.

Outside the warp ship, on the outer orbit of the star-shaped planet Tianjiao, the starlight disc began to distort.

Ripples spread out from the void, the cracks widened, and the flagship of the First Fleet squeezed out from within.

Half a minute later, forty-seven warships were suspended in the orbit of Tianjiao Star, completely sealing off this near-Earth space.

Everyone on Earth in the core module stood up. Old Chen's legs felt a little weak, so he leaned against the module wall.

"Who...who is this going to be targeting this time?"

Lin Feng stood still.

He recognized the numbers on those warships.

The air outside the hatch cracked open.

Yan Zhan stepped out of the spatial rift and landed on the wrecked deck of the warp ship.

"The deputy commander asked me to pass on a message," Yan Zhan said.

"explain."

He said that what can be done in an hour will not take sixty-one minutes.

Yan Zhan lowered his hands and looked over.

"The promise has been fulfilled."

Yan Zhan didn't explain what it was, and turned around and waved his hand.

Two black warships broke formation and pressed down on the track.

Between the two ships hung an isolation compartment, a layer of its surface burned away, with three silver sealing strips affixed to its outer shell.

The isolation pod landed on the deck, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The people from Lanxing shrank back, and Old Chen's mouth remained open.

The isolation chamber opened, and a cloud of cold, white mist billowed out.

Two palm-sized alloy boxes floated out of the fog.

The box has a layer of light gold immortal law patterns on its surface, which shines as it hangs in mid-air.

Lin Feng walked over without reaching out, and directly raised his halberd and used the tip to flick the lid of the box.

"Click."

The first box was opened.

There's a head inside.

Gray hair and sagging skin.

This is Augustus, the Second Elder Gryphon, an Immortal of the Second Order.

The neck was cut cleanly, giving no chance to retaliate.

No one on deck made a sound.

Lin Feng used the tip of his halberd to pry open the second box.

Inside is Zhong Ci, one of the seven members of the Dark Guard.

His face, which was still relatively young, had wide-open eyes and taut muscles at the corners of his eyes.

Yan Zhan spoke up from behind: "The military operations team entered the Dark Guard branch. Glion is in a private room, and Zhong Ci is at the interrogation room door. Two heads, forty-two minutes."

Yan Zhan paused for a moment.

"I tested it myself."

Lin Feng retracted the tip of his halberd and rested it on the ground. He stared into Zhong Ci's eyes for three breaths.

What did he say before he died?

"He did," Yan Zhan replied. "He called out a name."

"Who?"

"Pei Yuan."

The deck fell silent.

Raymond Lam's star ring lit up.

A holographic projection of the deputy commander-in-chief popped up. The person in the projection was standing in the military headquarters' combat information hall, with a row of staff officers standing behind him, none daring to sit down.

"Raymond Lam".

The deputy commander spoke directly.

"I've eliminated everyone I found in the Secret Guard. See for yourself."

A section of the surveillance footage is cut out from the side of the projector.

Outside the iron gate of the corridor, people dressed in black were dragged out one by one.

The time displayed in the bottom right corner of the screen is forty minutes ago.

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

The scene shifts back. The vice commander's fingers are tapping on the table.

"Glion's faction is a mess, it's all cleared up now, but there's still someone above Zhong Ci."

"Pei Yuan."

The deputy commander stopped tapping his fingers.

"The Grand Commander of the Dark Guard is the ninth most powerful figure in the Empire, but he holds real power and has private accounts with three people from the Interstellar Council."

The deputy commander looked at Lin Feng and continued.

"The military removed his men, and instead of fighting back, he submitted a letter of accusation, demanding an explanation from me. His exact words were..."

The deputy commander paused for a moment.

"Who gave them the audacity to lay a hand on the Dark Guard?"

Lin Feng chuckled after hearing this and extended his hand.

Two alloy boxes suspended in mid-air flew over and landed in his hands, the immortal law patterns on them began to operate, attempting to backfire.

Lin Feng's palm glowed with a dark golden light.

"Explain?"

Use your palm to exert force!

"Click, click."

The two alloy boxes were crushed into a lump of scrap metal in his hands, and the two heads instantly dissipated into two wisps of dark golden mist.

The source of immortality overflowed from within and was swept away by the purple-gold vortex.

Old Chen, who was on the deck, sat down directly on the ground.

"Zhong Ci probably never imagined in his life that he would be used as a tonic after his death."

Lin Feng shook the dust off his hands and looked at the projection of the deputy commander.

"Please pass on a message to Pei Yuan."

"you say."

The deputy commander spoke.

"Tell him I'll go give it to him personally. Make sure he cleans the door to the Dark Guard headquarters thoroughly, so he doesn't blame me for not knocking later."

There was a brief silence on the projection side.

The deputy commander looked at him, and finally nodded without offering any advice.

"it is good."

The projection then went out.

Yan Zhan retreated and took off back to the flagship.

The engines of the forty-seven warships lit up, retreating to the outer orbit to make way for the warp ship, and the starry sky that had been filled up was cleared up again.

Lin Xiaoyu stepped out of the cabin, supported by the hatch, and stood to the side, looking at the warships on the track.

"Brother, I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid."

Lin Feng inserted the battle halberd into the deck.

"I have my own way of dealing with this."

Lin Feng raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

"I'll have Yan Zhan get you a new ship to return to Earth."

On the other side, in the secluded training hall on the top floor of the headquarters of the Dark Guard Division in the core star field of the Empire.

Pei Yuan stood behind the long table, his hand hovering in mid-air.

Three documents were spread out on the table: news of Glion's death, news of Zhong Ci's death, and a list of those to be notified, with the last name of the Grand Master of Fate, Pei Yuan, pending investigation.

Pei Yuan looked at the two words "to be investigated".

Pei Yuan burst out laughing.

"What a brilliant Raymond Lam."

Pei Yuan turned around and walked to the black wall at the very back of the main hall, where a dark red control panel was embedded.

He stared at the panel for a moment, then raised his hand and pressed it down.

At the same time, at the location of the seventeenth breach that had just been sealed off on the empire's border, grayish-white fluctuations appeared in the void.

An aura not belonging to this starry sky was seeping in little by little along the crack.