Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

As he spoke, his fingers flew across the control panel, raising the spaceship's speed to its maximum while simultaneously retrieving panoramic scan images from the ship's external sensors.

Three points of light appear in the image, approaching at high speed and arranged in a triangular formation in a fan-shaped area behind the spacecraft.

Kurma's hand paused on the control panel for a moment, then he slightly adjusted the direction, trying to increase the distance between himself and the light spot.

But the three points of light also changed their trajectory and remained steadily behind him.

Kurma stared intently at the distance and angle of the dots on the screen, his fingers tightening on the joystick, his expression growing more tense.

Lin Mo stared at the constantly flashing notification dots on the control panel, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Are these pirates very powerful?"

Kurma's fingers were still on the control panel, his gaze fixed on the approaching dots behind him, and he spoke much faster than usual:

"It's hard to say."

The pirates in this area are a diverse group, and the sources of their weapons are not fixed.

Most of them were looted from passing merchant ships; some were conventional shipborne weapons from Level 3 civilizations, while a few people managed to obtain equipment from Level 4 civilizations.

The members are incredibly diverse, representing all sorts of species, but none of them have survived to this day to be novices.

Moreover, they never leave any room for leniency when they strike.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a rapid alarm sounded inside the spaceship.

Immediately afterwards, the ship jolted violently, as if it had been hit hard on the side by something, before quickly returning to normal.

The deep hum of the engine disappeared, the thrust indicator lights on the control panel went out one after another, and the ship's attitude control system also became unresponsive.

The spaceship is gliding at its current speed due to inertia, without accelerating or turning.

Kurma's face visibly paled.

"It's over...

They destroyed our engines.

Lin Mo shifted his gaze from the control panel and looked out into the deep space through the observation window in front of him.

The three points of light were steadily closing the distance between them, and their outlines were gradually becoming clearer.

As the pirate ship drew closer, the transport ship's external defensive turrets began to charge up, and beams of dark purple lasers tore through the blackness of space and shot out.

In the initial exchange of fire, the pirates' approach speed was indeed briefly suppressed, and several energy beams left scorching marks on the target ship's hull.

But the firing patterns of those turrets were quickly identified.

Instead of taking the hit head-on, the pirate ship adjusted the polarization frequency of its energy shield to deflect or weaken the energy beams of the cannon fire before they hit.

In less than 15 minutes, the defensive turrets lost their response one by one, and the warning lights on the control panel lit up one after another, accompanied by short, continuous system error beeps.

Looking at the constantly flashing alarm signals on the control panel, Lin Mo stood up from the driver's seat, turned to Kurma, and spoke:

"I'll take you to World Number One first."

Kurma paused for a moment:

"And what about you, sir?"

"This cargo ship is big enough, about the size of a province."

I'll find a place to hide in the cargo hold; they won't be able to finish searching it all in a short time.

I'll think of something else later.

Lin Mo offered no further explanation.

He placed his hand on Kurma's shoulder, and with a thought, he and Kurma disappeared from the cockpit.

A moment later, Lin Mo reappeared in the driver's seat alone.

He glanced down at the gradually dimming indicator lights, got up, left the cockpit, and walked down the corridor toward the cargo hold.

The cargo hold was larger than he remembered.

The supply crates were stacked in several rows along the bulkhead, with gaps in the middle for passage. At the deepest part, there were some large, sealed containers, forming a somewhat irregular but sufficiently concealed area.

He crouched down between several rows of crates, lowering himself into the shadows, then suppressed his aura and waited quietly.

Half a day later, a slight tremor was felt on the ship.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of metal bulkheads being cut came from the side of the ship.

Lin Mo did not extend his divine sense to investigate, as he was unsure whether the other party's detection equipment would react to a divine sense scan.

He leaned against the side of the cargo container, using sound and vibration to track those boarding the ship.

After a long while, footsteps were heard in the cargo hold, and he could hear at least three different rhythms.

The one at the very front has the largest stride, and when it lands, it has a relatively long suspension gap, as if it is adapting to the lower gravity of the gait.

The second set of footsteps was denser and lighter, with a high frequency of contact with the ground, like a multi-legged structure;

The third step has a rhythm between the two, but the landing is somewhat similar to that of a human.

After entering the cargo hold, they did not inspect the supplies one by one; it was more like they were conducting a rapid search.

After their footsteps left the cargo hold and moved down the corridor toward the cockpit, Lin Mo waited a while longer, then silently rose from the shadows and followed behind them down the corridor at a sufficiently large distance.

He didn't get too close, relying on the cover between the corner of the corridor and the cabin door to keep an eye on the pirates.

Lin Mo soon spotted those people.

To be precise, those species.

The one at the front was tall and wore a dark gray combat uniform. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and his head was positioned significantly higher than normal. His neck was curved in an arc, and his walking posture was not like that of an upright primate, but more like that of a stretched ostrich. His center of gravity was forward, and each step had a noticeable sense of suspension.

The individual following closely behind it was noticeably shorter, not wearing combat clothing, with its torso covered by a fine, dark carapace. Its six legs alternately touched the ground, its gait was steady and even, like some kind of large myriapod, with almost no unnecessary swaying during movement.

Next to it is a primate that walks on all fours; it moves slowly but with a very steady posture.

Lin Mo did not rush to make a move.

He followed them from a distance, eavesdropping while observing their movement paths and division of labor.

Several days later, the four-limbed primate suddenly broke away from the group and walked towards the stern of the ship.

Seeing that the other person was alone, Lin Mo immediately followed.

After following for a while, Lin Mo gently scanned the other party with his divine sense. After confirming that the other party did not react to the divine sense scan, he quickly approached by pressing his body against the corridor wall and arrived behind the other party in a few breaths.

Lin Mo reached out, about to touch the back of the other person's neck, but before his fingertips could even touch it, a white halo suddenly appeared on the surface of the other person's combat uniform, blocking the touch from the outside.

"who!"

The primate reacted quickly, instantly creating several steps away, bracing itself on all fours, lowering its body, and rapidly scanning its surroundings before finally settling on Lin Mo's location.