Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Gisele took a deep breath.
The foundation of humanity was weak, and it was precisely because of the influence of the Black Fog Ga that a portion of humans underwent "evolution" and gained strength beyond ordinary people.
Do not complain or bla others.
Work hard and accumulate slowly.
Eventually, they would surpass them!
While he was thinking, a staff mber of the starship suddenly noticed a new ssage, was montarily stunned, then looked up and reported, "Captain, we have received a ssage from the Shadow Clan of the Alliance, inviting us to the ’Scarlet’ star-class ship to discuss the battle plan together."
Hmm?
Everyone’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, then exchanged glances.
What did that an? The Alliance had just told them to stay away, so why were they suddenly inviting them to participate in a battle planning discussion?
Sothing was off!
Were they planning to use them as cannon fodder?
"Alright, let’s go and take a look."
Gisele made a prompt decision.
Their strength might be weak, and they could slowly work to beco stronger, but if they didn’t even dare to attend such a battle eting, then they couldn’t bla others for looking down on them.
The starship’s internal transition passage was quickly constructed, and Gisele, along with several Federation mbers, used the teleportation passage to head to the Scarlet star-class ship.
"Welco to the Scarlet ship."
The Crocodile Clan was a branch of the Orc race and ranked among the top ten in overall strength within the Spawn Alliance.
To humans, mbers of the Crocodile Clan appeared ugly, with faces naturally bearing a fierce aura and sowhat bulky physiques.
Several Crocodile Clan mbers greeted Gisele’s group in a language they weren’t very fluent in, their eyes carrying a hint of curiosity, "Only a few of you ca? Are the others still on the way?"
Vionne nodded and replied, "Yes, just the few of us."
"Hmm? That seems off." The Crocodile Clan mbers looked puzzled and said, "We received more than one teleportation request..."
"Forget it, maybe sothing went wrong sowhere. Anyway, please co with , I’ll show you to your seats."
A Crocodile Clan guard led Captain Gisele and the group of players to a large round eting table.
Although the eting hadn’t started yet, many aliens had already gathered around the round table, speaking in various languages.
Unfortunately, Gisele and the others couldn’t understand a single word of the alien languages.
After a while, the awkward-sounding voice of the Crocodile Clan rang out again behind them: "Your companions have arrived."
Hmm?
Companions?
Gisele and the other players instinctively turned their heads to look.
Huh?
What the hell?
Why was it Fang Heng?!
Fang Heng and a few others entered the conference hall under the guidance of a Crocodile Clan guard, then walked toward them.
So the "companions" the Crocodile Clan referred to earlier were Fang Heng?
Did they also receive the sa mission?
After entering the hall, Fang Heng also noticed Captain Gisele and his group, looking slightly surprised. After sitting down, he raised a hand and greeted, "Captain Gisele, long ti no see. I didn’t expect to run into you here. What a coincidence."
Gisele and Vionne quickly noticed a few players following Fang Heng, and their expressions subtly changed.
They were from the Eastern Federation!
And they were high-ranking officials of the Eastern Federation!
They were from the military departnt.
Although Gisele had never t with the Western District Federation military in person, the Western District Federation had already obtained this kind of basic intelligence information.
How had they gotten here?
Could it be...
Captain Gisele imdiately ca to a conclusion.
It seed that after Fang Heng left with the starship, he had contacted the Eastern Federation.
He hadn’t expected the Eastern Federation to have such tight control over intelligence; they hadn’t heard even a single word about this recently.
Captain Gisele’s expression turned gloomy as he glanced at the two experts from the Presidential Palace beside him.
These idiots!
If they hadn’t been stirring up trouble everywhere, the Western region military would already be earning points with Fang Heng. How had they let the Eastern Federation take the lead?
Captain Gisele nodded toward Fang Heng, pretending to ask casually, "Are these your friends?"
Fang Heng replied frankly, "Yes, they’re friends from the Eastern Federation. We’ve reached so cooperation agreents."
The two Eastern Federation military captains also nodded toward Captain Gisele, "Mr. Gisele, we’ve heard of your na before. We didn’t expect to et under such circumstances. It’s a pleasure."
Although there was an undercurrent of competition between the Eastern and Western Federations, on the surface, things remained calm, and they exchanged pleasantries.
Gisele sighed inwardly and asked, "I didn’t expect the Eastern Federation to have completed its starship construction. When did that happen?"
"It’s been about a month or two. It’s a confidential matter for the Eastern Federation. We hope Minister Gisele can keep it secret."
"Of course."
Gisele’s heart was a mix of emotions.
Vionne’s expression was also conflicted.
A month or two ago?
Wasn’t that exactly when the Western Federation and Fang Heng fell out?
Vionne was just about to ask a few probing questions when a Crocodile Clan mber walked to the head of the table, cleared his throat, and motioned for everyone to put on the signal bracelets on the table.
Fang Heng picked one up and put it on. Soon, the voice of the Crocodile Clan was translated into human language via the converter and directly echoed in his mind.
The mission target of the spawns this ti was to eliminate the final SSS-level insect nest.
The mission difficulty was high.
The Crocodile Clan began explaining the mission in detail.
Fang Heng frowned slightly, finding it odd.
Wasn’t the mission supposed to be initiated by the Shadow Clan? They had also received an invitation from the Shadow Clan. Why was it that only the Crocodile Clan was hosting from beginning to end?
"Mr. Fang Heng."
After explaining the battle plan for a while, the Crocodile Clan captain shifted the topic to Fang Heng, stood up, and looked at him solemnly. "This is humanity’s first ti participating in a joint Alliance battle mission. After the discussion, the Alliance has assigned the Nether Sea fleet of humans to be responsible for the construction and defense of District 6 of the Star Eye domain. Does the human side find this battle plan acceptable?"
Captain Gisele and his group, who had remained silent, were shocked upon hearing this, and all turned to look at Fang Heng.
What? A fleet!
What was going on?
Since when did Fang Heng have a fleet?
Fang Heng remained calm and asked, "Alright, and what about the final profit distribution?"
"The mission system of the spawns will provide corresponding mission points. As for the later final assault, I’m afraid humans won’t be able to participate. This is our first collaboration, and humanity hasn’t proven its strength. The Alliance won’t take the risk of including you."
"If the humans still have energy after completing the mission, they may assist with logistics and materials transport."
The conference hall fell briefly silent as all the attending aliens turned to look at Fang Heng.
Rear defense logistics missions were essentially marginal tasks.
They were exhausting, unglamorous, and offered little reward.
Fang Heng shrugged. "Alright, we accept. It’s our first ti working together—please take care of us."
The aliens looked away.
The Crocodile Clan was quite satisfied, thinking the humans were rather sensible.
Since that was the case, once the mission was complete, they could throw them a few leftover scraps.
"Very well. Then the Nether Sea fleet shall assist in defense. Once the Star Eye is completed, finally, I must warn all allied friends—do your duty, and do not let yourselves delay the entire Alliance’s plan of action."
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