[Mission Na: Eradicate the "Blood Axe" Interstellar Pirate Gang]
[Mission Type: Solo Mission]
[Mission Difficulty: Easy]
[Mission Objective: Annihilate all living forces aboard the "Blood Axe" Pirate Gang’s main cruiser.]
[Mission Intel: The strongest target is a newly-ascended Fifth-level Martial Artist. The vessel is not equipped with a Spiritual Protection Device.]
[Mission Rewards: 1,000 Contribution Points, 3,000 Warband Reputation, 1 Competition Point.]
This is the one.
Qin Feng chose this mission not only because it was the easiest and suitable for a warm-up, but also for a small, selfish reason.
’Maybe I can score so loot from these Interstellar Pirates,’
he thought to himself. ’I’ll see if there are any useful weapons. It’d be perfect if I could get my hands on a Level 5 Alloy Long Spear.’
He was still using a Level 4 Alloy Long Spear.
Without a mont’s hesitation, he accepted the mission.
[Mission Accepted! Subspace Teleportation coordinates locked. Please depart within ten minutes!]
Qin Feng rose from the ditation cushion and walked to the center of the Cultivation Room.
With a single thought, the brand-new "Chanting Dragon I" power armor in his storage unit was instantly released.
CLANG! CLINK! K-CHUNK—
A series of crisp, tallic clicks and snaps with a chanical texture echoed continuously in his ears.
Shoulder plates, chest plate, vambraces, greaves...
Each heavy component, gleaming with the cold light of tal, fitted itself to his body with perfect precision.
The broad, heavy pauldrons were like two small fortresses, carved with reliefs of ferocious, coiling eastern dragons that radiated a silent majesty.
When the final piece, a tactical helt shaped like a ferocious dragon’s head, slowly lowered and completely encased his head, a soft *CLICK* was heard as a crimson light flared across the faceplate. A three-and-a-half-ter-tall steel giant, exuding an aura of Iron Blood and slaughter, now stood silently in the center of the Cultivation Room!
The next second, with a faint spatial ripple, the steel giant’s figure flickered slightly and vanished without a trace.
...
In the depths of the Cosmos, a crudely built warship, its hull spray-painted with the emblem of a bloody axe, sailed silently through space.
Inside the ship’s cabins, the foul stench of alcohol, sweat, and low-grade fuel oil filled the air.
Shirtless Interstellar Pirates, their bodies covered in haphazard tattoos, were everywhere.
So were gambling, so were cleaning their weapons, and others were chasing each other around and roughhousing. The entire vessel was filled with chaos and clamor.
There were over a hundred pirates on this warship.
Just then, in the middle of the main corridor, the air suddenly distorted like a ripple on water.
Imdiately after, a ferocious, three-and-a-half-ter-tall steel giant appeared out of thin air without any warning, landing heavily on the alloy deck with a dull, trendous THUD!
THUD—!
The entire corridor instantly fell dead silent.
All the pirates froze, staring dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of this steel creation that emanated a terrifying, oppressive presence. Their brains couldn’t process the information before them.
"What the hell is that?"
"Power armor?!"
"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack—!!!"
A shrill, panicked shriek finally broke the dead silence and ignited utter chaos.
The pirates shrieked bizarrely as they instinctively raised their blaster pistols and Chainsaw Swords, frantically unleashing a torrent of firepower at Qin Feng.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT—!
BZZZZZZ—!
Countless Energy Beams and high-speed rotating chainsaws slamd violently against the "Chanting Dragon I" power armor.
However, these attacks couldn’t even leave a white mark on the heavy armor, rely splashing off as pathetic energy ripples and sparks.
Qin Feng couldn’t even be bothered to activate his Energy Shield.
He raised his hand, his Level 4 Alloy Long Spear bringing with it a storm of death.
SPLAT!
The Long Spear swept out, leaving an afterimage in its wake.
The three pirates at the very front didn’t even have ti to scream before their upper bodies were torn apart and vaporized by the terrifying kinetic force, leaving only their lower halves to collapse limply to the ground.
"Kill!"
From beneath the helt ca a cold, electronically synthesized bark.
Qin Feng took a step forward. His three-and-a-half-ter-tall body displayed a ghostly speed completely inconsistent with its size.
Like a prehistoric tyrannosaur charging into a flock of sheep, the Long Spear in his hands transford into a black bolt of lightning, unleashing a one-sided, bloody slaughter in the narrow confines of the ship’s corridor.
Every swing inevitably reaped several lives.
The spear moved like a dragon; wherever it passed, flesh and blood flew, and severed limbs littered the floor.
"Quick! Go get the boss!!"
"We can’t hold him! He’s a monster!!"
Just as the pirates were crying for their mothers and fathers and their formation completely collapsed, a furious roar echoed from the end of the corridor.
"Get the hell out of my way!"
A burly man over two ters tall with bulging, knotted muscles and wielding a huge Energy War Axe shoved aside the grunts blocking his path and charged out.
He was the boss of this ship, the newly-ascended Fifth-level Martial Artist.
"I don’t care what you are, just die!!"
The pirate chief roared, a powerful aura befitting a Fifth-level Martial Artist erupting from his body. A blinding light flared on his Energy War Axe as he brought it down savagely on Qin Feng’s head!
Qin Feng didn’t even spare him a glance.
The Long Spear in his hand swung out abruptly toward the crowded group of pirates before him.
"Thousand Soldiers’ Evasion!"
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