Great, we're doomed now!

"So that's what it is... What's the use of this kind of nonsense that fools children? You slaves, do you really think that a legendary warrior will come to save you?"

His gaze swept over the slaves, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

It wasn't that they lacked the courage to resist, but rather that even if they could put up a brief resistance in this place, their people on the surface would suffer a devastating blow... It wasn't that no one had tried, but the severity of the consequences was indescribable.

Perhaps, as the Wood-Calming aliens say, the so-called "hope" is just a story used to fool children.

"Kam..."

The woman reached out her trembling hand to grab her son again, but her fingertips only brushed against empty air.

She watched as Kam was forcibly shoved into the hibernation pod. The closed hatch blocked the mother and son's view, and finally, everything went black, and she lost consciousness completely.

"Mom! Someone, someone save her!"

Similar incidents are unfolding at another "quarantine station"...

On the floating platforms surrounding the square stood the elegantly dressed nobles of Muzhenxing, who looked at the slaves with mocking eyes and occasionally let out a few sneers.

The Muzhen aliens still use slaves and are extremely cruel to outsiders. They are not a benevolent regime either. In fact, the gap between the common people and the noble class is huge, and very few can "become enormous".

Soon, the slaves were forcibly crammed into a narrow space, and all of them fell into a deep sleep under the influence of chemical gases.

These hibernation pods were neatly stacked in the cargo hold of a large transport ship, and a moment later the slave ship slowly sailed away from the spaceport and flew toward the edge of the star system.

The captain was a tall, thin alien named Muzhen, with dark gray skin and bulging eyes fixed on the control panel. It was just a routine mission, and he was very relaxed.

However, just as the spacecraft was about to escape the gravitational pull of the star system, the probe suddenly emitted a piercing alarm:

"Signal of a fellow ship detected, Noble Fleet XXXX!"

The captain immediately ordered a friendly communication to be sent: "This is the slave ship Karoo, transporting cargo to the designated coordinates. Requesting passage."

After the communication was sent, there was no response from the other side. The dot on the screen got closer and closer, and the other side's course was pointing directly at our ship, showing no intention of giving way.

"Send the communication again to confirm our affiliation!" The captain's voice carried a hint of panic.

Repeated emergency communications went unanswered, and the noble spaceship continued to rapidly approach.

The captain's face darkened; he knew they had most likely encountered an arrogant individual, but he dared not clash with the nobleman. So he changed course, avoiding all possible angles of collision.

The opponent drastically changed its trajectory and accelerated further!

"Are you really planning to crash into us?"

The captain was startled and gritted his teeth, ordering: "Activate energy shields, charge main cannons, prepare for warning fire!"

Colored shields deployed around the spaceship, the main cannon hummed as it charged, and a purple beam of light was brewing as a warning.

boom!

The other party's actions were more resolute and decisive than his!

A dazzling white light suddenly streaked from the depths of space, moving faster than the detector could capture, instantly overshadowing the main cannon's light.

"What is that?!"

The white light struck the shield directly, shattering it instantly like a sharp blade cutting through paper. The energy fluctuations caused the entire spaceship to tremble violently, and the hibernation pods in the cargo hold collided with each other, emitting a dull thud.

The captain finally managed to stand up, staring intently at the "light" hovering in the void on the screen. He saw the figure gradually dimming and slowly emerging, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The Wood-Dwelling alien exclaimed in shock, "Navigator? How is that possible!"

It was a "human" whose appearance was extremely similar to that of one of the slaves they kept!

—In the void, Ye Shou raised his head, his bright eyes reflecting the outline of the massive transport ship.

He could clearly hear... the child's call!

Chapter 389: Starting Today (4K)

drip~

In the control room of Muzhen Star Airport, the red alarm lights flickered intermittently.

"When the signal from the Karoo was lost for more than one standard period, it was last located at the edge of the star system." The operator's fingers flew across the console, and the dot representing the slave ship on the screen had long since disappeared at the edge of the star map.

"The warp drive parameters are all normal, and no distress signals have been received. We suspect there is turbulence in the warp drive, or..."

The officer frowned and interrupted him: "Immediately dispatch a reconnaissance team to search according to the last coordinates. Remember, prioritize confirming the condition of the cargo; those 'clones' are the highlight of this hunt."

The operator nodded in response, his fingers stroking a crystal ball, and the command was transmitted via radio waves to the small ships docked at the airport.

No one noticed that in the darkness marked "Unknown" at the edge of the star map, a silver streak was silently flashing by...

Meanwhile, in the lower "fence" of the airport, which was sealed off, an atmosphere of despair permeated the murky air.

There was no sunlight here, only a few dim, yellowish energy lamps hanging on the rusty metal railings, illuminating the slaves huddled on the ground.

Ella leaned against the cold corner of the wall, blue blood still seeping from the wound on her chest, her breathing so weak it seemed she would stop at any moment.

Her thin fingers tightly gripped half a piece of wood carving, a "relic" that Kam had secretly picked up after falling to the ground when he was forcibly taken away. On the rough edges of the wood carving, there were still traces of the child's tender carving.

She kept stroking the marks as if she had lost her mind, and did nothing else.

"Lady Ella..." Several clansmen stood around, their faces filled with anxiety but helplessness.

They were bound by bracelets, unable to leave the area, and unable to obtain medicine or medical equipment. They couldn't even provide the simplest wound care, and could only watch helplessly as the mother's life slowly slipped away.

Ella herself didn't have much of a will to live, and although everyone was heartbroken, they could only accept it.

We've seen similar situations far too often. Some young people get angry, but the older folks just sigh helplessly.

"At least... please let this mother and child reunite in the other world."

Someone knelt down, pressed their hands together to their forehead, and a deep prayer echoed in the small space.

Immediately, more and more people knelt down, their devout figures casting long shadows on the ground. Gradually, even slaves of different races joined in, praying together for the poor mother.

Their object of worship is not the gods passed down from their own race, nor the native beliefs of the planet Muzhen, but an ancient legend that has spread widely throughout the universe.

Among the race of light, there exists a "King of the Underworld" who governs death and slumber.

"He" is the only being who can travel between darkness and light, holding the power to guide souls, and can send the souls that have sunk into darkness to the other side full of light.

—This is likely a heavily modified version of the original statement.

There are many stories about the race of light in the universe. These slaves came from different races and were imprisoned on Jupiter for a long time. They communicated with each other and formed a unique belief that is quite different from the most widespread version in the universe.

However, even if its authenticity cannot be confirmed, no one has ever seen it... This story has been passed down for thousands of years, becoming their only solace in despair.

"Lord Hades...please reunite Lady Ella with her child..."

"Please guide their souls away from this endless darkness..."

Prayers rose and fell, but Ella could no longer hear them.

Without the will to live, her life was slipping away at an unusually rapid pace. Her consciousness gradually blurred, and her eyelids, heavy as if filled with lead, slowly drooped.

But just as she thought she was about to fall into eternal darkness, a warmth suddenly came from her palm—

"Kam..."

The warmth spread from his fingertips, dispelling the chill in his body, and his right hand, which had been gripping the wooden carving tightly, involuntarily tightened its grip.

She was surprised to feel that the wooden carving in her hand was no longer hard and cold, but instead had a soft warmth, as if there was life pulsating within it.

"Ok?"

The tribespeople surrounding the area were the first to notice something amiss, raising their heads and quickly covering their eyes with their hands—

hum!

Suddenly, the half-carved piece of wood in Ella's hand burst forth with a strong white light, instantly filling the entire fence and dispelling all the shadows!

"What is that?!"

"A weapon of the Muzhen aliens?"

"Don't panic!"

Exclamations rose and fell as the white light, like a flowing curtain, gradually spread out, slowly coalescing into two figures, one tall and one short, in the astonished gazes of the crowd.

"Kam?"

Ella felt the sensation in her hand becoming clearer and clearer, and the familiar warmth made her subconsciously open her eyes.

What came into view was his son Kam's bewildered yet tear-streaked face. He was tightly clenching his own hands, his small, thin body trembling with excitement.

"mom!"

Kam threw himself into Ella's arms and burst into tears, his warm tears soaking her tattered clothes in just a few seconds.

Ella shuddered, instinctively reaching out to hug her son, as if trying to unleash all her strength… until her fingertips touched her child's soft hair, and she was surprised to discover:

I can actually move around freely now!

The wound on his chest no longer hurt, and his previously very weak body was once again full of strength.

The tribespeople stood up one after another, their faces filled with disbelief and shock. Many of them didn't even have time to be happy because they couldn't understand what had happened.

The kidnapped child has returned? Mrs. Ella has been saved?

How is this going?

Kam cried for a while before gradually calming down. He seemed to remember something, turned around to look at the tall figure standing in the white light, his small face full of confusion and gratitude:

Did you save me?

—All eyes turned to it instantly.

The light faded, and a figure slowly emerged, reminiscent of a traveler's white robes shimmering with a soft sheen. Beneath the calm and serene demeanor lay a young and handsome face—it was Ye Shou, who had come in response to the call.

He looked at the group of ragged, malnourished slaves before him and gently shook his head.

"It wasn't me," Ye Shou said gently, denying the claim.

He paused, his gaze falling on Kam: "You're the one who saved your mother."

"Me?" Kam blinked his teary eyes, somewhat puzzled.

“It was your call that brought me here.” Ye Shou looked at the half-carved wooden sculpture in Ella’s hand, the white light slowly fading from the sculpture. “Your longing for your mother, and your unwavering determination, transformed into the purest power—love, which successfully crossed time and space to save your mother.”

"Kam!"

Ella hugged her son tightly. She looked up at Ye Shou in front of her and suddenly understood something.

The surrounding slaves were also restless, their minds stirred by the holy light they had just witnessed. They couldn't help but scrutinize Ye Shou, desperately trying to find elements similar to "Ultraman".