After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Flower of the other shore.

Suddenly, the intricate dark red pattern appeared in Leng Ran's mind.

When she was seven years old, the cyborg who came to capture her had a pattern of spider lilies on its silver mechanical arm.

No wonder Zhao Lesong was able to insist that it was the Illuminati that did it. He didn't lie to himself about this. So why did they arrest her?

Leng Ran thought of the innocent children on the nameless planet. Did they intend to use her as part of human experimentation as well? But was it really worth sending a warship?

Filled with doubt, I coldly opened the chat window for "Beautiful Dream," where there was an unread message.

"Judge, High Priestess Biyanhua has been added to your contacts. She will provide necessary assistance for your operations on Storm Star. You can meet in your true form."

In other words, the head of the Illuminati on Storm Star is none other than the Other Shore Flower! That warship back then was sent by the Other Shore Flower; the warship didn't infiltrate from outer space, but was already hidden inside Storm Star!

His cold eyes deepened, his entire face tensed, and his expression was so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

That makes sense... Being able to hide a warship on a planet where a military district is stationed is like planting a time bomb within the Ninth Military District. The power of the Illuminati might be even more terrifying than I imagined.

Leng Ran did not know the specific titles of these priests before. According to the divine messenger, apart from Mei Meng, the other priests would independently govern their respective areas. In order to keep secrets, the priests did not know each other and did not see each other.

In the minds of these priests, the Holy Son Leng Ran and the Judge Leng Ran were two completely different people.

Only in special circumstances will the dream introduce different priests for contact.

This is why Leng Ran, as the Holy Son, did not recognize the other four High Priests, nor did he know their titles or their jurisdictions.

So, how did Zhao Lesong find out?

Leng Ran concealed the Illuminati's quantum computer again, then turned to Yangon and said, "Yangon, send a message to Zhao Lesong and ask him how many high priests the Illuminati knows, and how much he knows about them."

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Dinner time arrived quickly, but Leng Ran had not received a reply from Zhao Lesong, so she had to go to the base canteen first.

It was lunchtime, but the entire cafeteria was deserted.

Feeling extremely hungry, Leng Ran took a tray and went to get her food.

"Young man, why did you finish training so early?" the cafeteria lady asked, looking at Leng Ran, who was completely dry.

"The instructor gave me special permission to skip training this afternoon," he replied coldly.

The auntie had successfully won him over and handed Leng Ran a full plate of rice: "You're injured, aren't you? Here, eat more."

"Thank you, Auntie." Leng Ran left with her plate, satisfied, and sat down in the southeast corner of the cafeteria to focus on her meal.

Rice served with sweet and sour pork, fried fish fillets, tomato and egg, cabbage balls, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup—it's a delicious combination of meat and vegetables, and the aroma is irresistible.

At this moment, Leng Ran really wanted to live here forever.

She was indeed hungry; she hadn't eaten anything since the battle with the group of strange beasts, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

Before long, a strong tremor suddenly came from the ground, just like the tremor that occurred this morning when a large number of strange beasts rushed towards Leng Ran.

Leng Ran stood up abruptly, entering a state of combat readiness, while simultaneously deploying his mental network to locate the alien beast.

After surveying the scene outside the cafeteria, Leng Ran's tense back instantly relaxed, and he quickly sat down again. He shoveled all the remaining food from his plate, rushed to the food counter, and filled another plate to the brim.

"Young man, why are you eating so fast?" The lady serving the food was very surprised.

“Yes, Auntie, they’re coming too,” Leng Ran replied.

After Leng Ran sat down again with his tray, a group of students covered in dirt rushed into the cafeteria to get their food.

A physics freshman with a dark complexion complained, "I'm exhausted, finally I can eat."

Another little black dog chimed in, "Yeah, this training is simply inhuman... Doing obstacle courses on muddy ground, running and jumping, and it's easy to fall. I can't believe Instructor Ouyang came up with this idea!"

The person in line behind him patted him on the shoulder: "Tsk, we individual soldiers are alright, but you didn't see the command department... The fragile commanders haven't all completed their missions yet, and no one can eat."

One of the girls spoke up: "But their training volume is less than ours, isn't it?"

The boy next to him replied, "It's been cut in half, but it's still too difficult for a fragile commander who can't lift anything."

Several people wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "A fragile commander like that can be taken down with a single punch!"

The freshmen, who had started eating, finally noticed Leng Ran standing in the corner with his back to them.

A sharp-eyed boy asked, "Who's that person in the training uniform? I don't think I've seen him before... Why is he so clean? Did he skip the afternoon training?"

All eyes gradually focused on Leng Ran, filled with curiosity, doubt, and confusion...

Shen Junhan, who was participating in the individual soldier training camp, also looked over and saw a somewhat familiar figure. Junhan was a little dazed.

Shen Junhan recalled Tian's cold, distant figure leaving the hospital. The two images gradually overlapped, and Junhan smiled bitterly. How could that person possibly come here? He was truly bewitched.

Even if he did encounter it... his heart was in turmoil, and he didn't know how to face Leng Ran.

He coldly murdered the regimental commander's grandfather and deceived everyone; he should hate him, but he didn't want to hate A-Li...

No, his Ali is already dead.

"Junhan, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" Shen Junhan's roommate, Qin Yue, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing," Shen Junhan said in a muffled voice, then lowered his head to eat, no longer looking at Leng Ran.

The freshmen were still curious, so Shen Junhan's other roommate—the social terrorist Lu Haoyu—volunteered to go up and strike up a conversation.

Lu Haoyu, carrying a plate, plopped down in the empty seat next to Leng Ran amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd, forcibly joining their table. The curious whispers around them gradually subsided, and everyone pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Lu Haoyu smiled brightly, "Hey bro, I'm Lu Haoyu, from the Mecha Combat Department. What's your name, bro? Which department are you in?"

Leng Ran looked up from her meal and glanced at Lu Haoyu: "Mo Li..."

Then I thought about how to answer the next question.

She tilted her head again to look at Lu Haoyu: "Your junior in the same major."

Then he returned to the rice business.

She doesn't like being disturbed while eating, so naturally she doesn't want to say much.

Lu Haoyu was completely confused... He was a freshman himself, so where did this junior come from?

Shen Junhan heard the familiar name, and his hand holding the chopsticks trembled almost imperceptibly.

No way, this must be a hallucination, I'm really possessed.

Lu Haoyu took Leng Ran's words as a joke: "Brother, you're too funny. Did you participate in training this afternoon?"

Lu Haoyu asked directly the question that everyone present was concerned about.

He swallowed the food in his mouth coldly and replied in a moment, "I didn't go. The instructor approved my leave. I'll go tonight."

Huh? When did their devilish drill instructor turn into an angel, actually granting leave to students? Could it be some privileged young master from a privileged family who's trying to sneak into military school?

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Not only Lu Haoyu, but also many of the classmates who were just there to watch the spectacle, looked at Leng Ran differently.

However, Storm Military Academy has the highest student mortality rate among military academies. I've never heard of any privileged young masters coming here. Most people who want to get ahead should choose the Capital Military Academy instead.

Just then, the ground shook again, and another group of little black men walked into the canteen. They were the "crispy commanders" that the individual soldier students were talking about.

Lu Haoyu chuckled awkwardly twice, picked up his plate, and said, "Brother, take your time eating. I'm leaving now."

She nodded coldly and continued eating. She had originally thought about getting another serving, but after seeing the length of the line for the little black man, she decided against it.

So, after coldly finishing all the food, he took the plate and left.

Qin Yue watched as Leng Ran stood up and said, "Hey? Mo Li is gone."

Shen Junhan couldn't help but look up at her, and happened to see Leng Ran's profile.

Her light wheat-colored skin stood out among the group of little black people, making her very eye-catching.

Shen Junhan had mixed feelings.

It's Mo Li, it really is him.