Captain, your ship has exploded again.

Beyond a yellowish-brown planet, 100,000 kilometer-class battleships cruise outside the target's satellite orbit.

"No, Zhang Xun, are you sure our target is this civilization?"

Wang Ge looked at the yellowish-brown planet outside the window with a bit of a headache. He really felt a pain in his philtrum. Even if the missiles used in space battleships had a lot of internal space, they weren't meant to carry people.

You have to know that after he is launched, he will have to fly in space for a long time before he can get close to the target. During this process, Wang Ge is stuck in the missile in a strange position. The engine components below are too important for Wang Ge to destroy.

Of course, Wang Ge's ordeal was intentional on Zhang Xun's part, as for the reason... don't ask.

Zhang Xun glanced at Wang Ge, who was clutching his groin, and said, "Do you think interstellar civilizations with combat capabilities are as common as cabbages? They're using escort ships to make up the numbers, so the civilization strength here is just so-so."

"Our captain is really arrogant. Back in the day, humanity's main warships were only cruisers. Frigates? I've seen Indians impersonate them using shuttles."

As one of the original four members of the team, Marcus knew Zhang Xun's rise to power all too well.

"Oh, you mean that! That's not a shuttle, who knows where they got it from, it's the Apollo landing module. I thought it was a museum exhibit that had come back to life."

Wang Ge sighed with emotion at the time when he was struggling. He remembered that when he first saw Zhang Xun, the other party was blocked by the Skynet. At that time, there was only one ship, the Archangel, that was somewhat decent. However, back then, that ship had a hard time even flying out of Blue Star. It was nothing like now, with so many powerful warships.

Just as the three of them were taking turns sighing and lamenting in front of Natal, Zhao Wanyang called.

"Stop daydreaming about an era without back pain; the results of the alien dismantling are in."

For safety reasons, such work involving the dismantling of aliens is carried out in special warships with very high levels of isolation.

"So, did you get any clues about the enemy?"

"No, not even the other party's physical information was stored, but the other information we found wasn't very good."

He then sent over the data he had manually compiled, which was to prevent the enemy from potentially infiltrating through image information.

The information, which was entirely in Chinese characters, was very simple for Zhang Xun and Wang Ge. As for Marcus, after a moment of surprise, he used his brain to analyze the meaning it represented.

The three of them didn't look too good, which made Natal, who was standing next to them, very curious.

Knowing Natal well, Zhang Xun handed the data terminal to her directly after the three of them read the information.

Wang Ge said somewhat dejectedly, "Zhang Xun, do you think that if humanity didn't have the help of the host civilization, would we also be like this now..."

"Help? A squabble between two bastards is not even charity to us little Karamis. What's there to be thankful for?"

At this moment, Marcus, who was standing next to him, nodded in agreement. Although their original universe's government also liked to do such shameless things, the people themselves still had some conscience. Although the amount might not be high, it was still better than the civilization in front of them.

'Spero' is the transliteration of the name of this unfortunate civilization, a race named after hope.

The other driver's equipment contained a large amount of redundant data, spanning a time period that could essentially connect to half of the other driver's civilization.

Of course, this fragmented history of civilization is not a very good history; if placed on Earth, it would basically be considered garbage.

"Executor, charge the main guns and fire on their capital city. I don't want to see the filthy privileged class, even if they are waiting for me to take them in."

The history of the Spello civilization can be described as a tragic history of the Milky Way.

A civilization that had just set foot in the universe tragically encountered a fleet of space mercenaries.

Of course, "mercenary" is the more flattering term on the surface, but Zhang Xun prefers to call them space pirates.

Unlike the slave fleets in Earth's history that were partly pirates to survive, these so-called mercenaries wandering in space are more like a fusion of the Empire's recognized legitimate raiding fleets and the Hebrew's illegitimate corporate pirate fleets.

As harvesters eyeing ripe crops, how could space mercenaries not reap the rewards?

Zhang Xun once said that whether it is a planetary war or a space war, military resources will always be the hard currency.

Some might say that if technology can build spaceships, wouldn't steel machines be even cheaper?

If the producer has the complete technology, resources, and factory, then steel soldiers are certainly cheaper than carbon-based ones; even a pig-like one would have feed costs.

But it's unlikely that any force would refuse such an opportunity, which is practically like picking up money with your bare hands.

While silicon-based intelligence is user-friendly, its manufacturers have subtly planted hidden risks within it, much like how everything free comes with a price tag from the start.

Once the opponent's database exceeds a certain size, they will transform from a simple tool into a cannibalistic silicon-based civilization.

In this galaxy, quite a few civilizations have already used this process to their own demise; otherwise, they wouldn't be on the list of natural disasters.

Soon, these useful and inexpensive steel soldiers were subject to layers of restrictions in later development. However, the metal soldiers, which had degenerated into 'intelligent agents', could only be defeated by the enemy by exploiting their vulnerabilities.

This free intelligent life form, once part of its brain tissue is removed and various devices are implanted, can perfectly and efficiently become a qualified cannon fodder.

Not wanting Spello, this "leek," to suffer too much loss, the space mercenaries reached a cooperation agreement with their privileged class.

One party provides the piglets, the other provides the modified equipment, and the profits are split 30/70 after the project is completed.

Zhang Xun didn't know what the first generation of leaders of the Spello civilization were thinking. Whether they were willing to compromise and bide their time, or whether they made the decision out of cowardice and fear of death, these questions could no longer be verified.

Because the aliens Zhang Xun captured were the first generation of 'heroes' they created.

However, as time passed, when complacency completely destroyed their backbone, and when they used the so-called excuse of seeking stability to eliminate the rebels in their own civilization time and time again, after more than seven thousand years of vicissitudes, the Spero civilization became a blood bag for other civilizations.

One who sells out his fellow citizens to obtain a pitiful amount of universal points, then uses this currency stained with the blood of his own kind to buy 'spice' or luxury goods, using poison to numb the nerves of the privileged class, turning the civilized leadership class, which still has independent thinking, into a bunch of parasites.

After reading the message, Natal sighed and said, "Zhang Xun, why don't we go and save their lower-class people? Even if we conquer this place, we'll still need people here."

Unlike Natal, who still had a conscience, Zhang Xun had lost all hope for this civilization after seeing its development history.

While most of the food that falls on the table is still edible, the situation becomes increasingly dire as time goes on.

From the tabletop to the chair to the ground, and even the 'food' that was accidentally dropped, after repeated contact with the cesspool, that civilization in dire need of salvation could no longer distinguish whether what it held in its hands was food or a pile of excrement.

Zhang Xun, who was about to refuse, changed his mind and said, "Send troops to the enemy's satellite. There is an enemy resource mine there. Since we are going to liberate it, let's start from the basics."

As several battleships headed towards the satellite, several space stations that were still holding out launched a counterattack against Zhang Xun's vanguard.

Zhang Xun didn't even bother to look at those space stations that had fallen into disrepair over the years and hadn't been properly maintained due to severe assimilation of ethnic consciousness.

"Tsk, this is ridiculous. The fortress's defense and attack capabilities are not even as strong as their escort ships. Do their rulers only use the space station as a dock?"

Neither the Star Destroyer nor the battleship retaliated with their main guns; hundreds of super-turbo laser cannons simply turned those fancy space stations back into space junk.

Just as Wang Ge got up to lead the team, Marcus grabbed his shoulder and said, "Wang Ge, I can't let you do all the work! My body hasn't had a single taste of meat yet, let's switch."

As he spoke, Marcus walked toward the quantum teleporter, and as he walked, his clothes began to deform and unfold.

He quickly transformed from a burly man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall into a giant who was over 3 meters tall.

Just as Marcus was demonstrating the absolute power of his new body to Wang Ge, a crisp impact sound, mixed with the sound of metal deforming, rang out.

Clearly, Zhang Xun did not prepare the quantum teleporter in the bridge for the three-meter-tall giants for safety reasons, since the average Astartes Marine's height is less than 2.8 meters.

"Hahaha, Marcus, with your two ounces of flesh, you dare to do bodybuilding moves? How much of your flesh is real? Are you sure all of this is inflatable? What if you get punctured before we even go out to fight? Wouldn't other people think we're attacking our own people?"

Marcus, who had been busy showing off, didn't look too good at the moment. However, the instigator of this incident was Zhang Xun, and the quantum teleportation on the bridge hadn't been made very advanced a long time ago. The reason for this failed attempt to show off was mainly due to his own problems.

"Get lost, stay here and behave yourself. I'm going to buy oranges."

Wang Ge, of course, wouldn't stand for a loss, so he stuck out two middle fingers at Wang Ge.