All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the starry sky, the Sixth Legion's fleet arrived at the designated coordinates as scheduled and rendezvoused with Su Lan and Yao Guang's fleet.

Two CV3000-class carriers slowly hovered, the Eternal Storm-class battlecruisers deployed in offensive and defensive formations, the Hunter-class aircraft-carrying cruisers released swarms of drones, and the Guardian-class rescue destroyers were on standby. The entire fleet was imposing and completely sealed off the outer perimeter of the Keloya star system.

With the arrival of the Sixth Legion, the deterrent power of the Human Alliance fleet surged once again, and the tense atmosphere on the home planet of the Keloa race instantly climbed to an unprecedented peak.

Above ground, the defense perimeter of the Human Alliance base has been reinforced. Warships roar, mechs are arrayed, and soldiers stand ready, their eyes warily fixed on the direction of the Keloa race.

At the core base of the home planet Keloya, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Countless Keloan soldiers stood in formation, their hard armor taut, their compound eyes flashing with complex light—the fear of being crushed by the Human Alliance fleet, and even more so, a deep-seated hatred for humanity.

They feigned compliance, but secretly tightened their grip on weapons, their hidden artillery already aimed at the entrance, waiting only for the arrival of reinforcements from the Yuanji sub-species, ready to fight humans to the death.

"Buzz—"

A small transport ship slowly descended, the hatch opened, and a cold airflow carrying the smell of gunpowder rushed out. The members of the Human Alliance elite team disembarked from the ship in an orderly manner.

Each person was dressed in heavy power armor, exuding a chilling killing intent. Their steps were steady, and their eyes were sharp as knives as they swept over the Keloyan race in front of them without the slightest ripple.

The captain walked at the front, his face obscured by his power armor helmet, revealing only his sharply defined jawline. His aura grew increasingly cold, like a blade in the dead of winter, sending chills down one's spine.

The soldiers of the Keloa race instinctively tensed up, lowered their heads, and dared not meet the eyes of the elite squad members. Only the hatred in their eyes grew stronger.

A Keloa race member responsible for the handover stepped forward tremblingly, holding a palm-sized storage device in his hands—the "core secret" storage device they had pretended to have prepared.

The captain stopped, his cold gaze falling on the Keloyan. His voice, coming through his helmet, was icy and devoid of any warmth: "Are you ready for the handover?"

The Keloyan trembled, lowered his head even further, and stammered, his voice full of humility: "Yes...yes, sir, all the core secrets are stored in this storage device."

As it spoke, it secretly glanced around, a hint of panic flashing in its eyes—it was waiting for a signal, for the leader's instructions, and for reinforcements.

The captain did not immediately take the storage device. Instead, he slowly turned his gaze and swept it over the rows of Keloan soldiers around him.

His eyes were sharp, like those of a hawk, not missing any flaws, and he quickly sensed that something was wrong.

These Keloyan people, though outwardly humble and respectful, were always tense, breathing rapidly, their eyes darting around, and many even had their hands secretly resting on the weapons at their waists.

Excessive compliance can appear abnormal.

A hint of mockery flashed in the captain's eyes. He slowly approached the Keloyan, lowered his head slightly, and brought his lips close to its ear. His voice was extremely low, yet it carried a chilling coldness and a mocking tone: "You're quite the actor."

The Keloyan human froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and the fear in his heart erupted instantly, even his breathing stopped.

"Unfortunately, it's too similar, which is also a flaw."

The captain's laughter was low and cold, filled with undisguised mockery. The moment he finished speaking, he straightened up abruptly, no longer looking at the panicked Keloa.

He lifted his foot, walked straight past the other person, and headed towards the high platform in front.

On the high platform, the leader of the Keloa race sat upright, his expression calm on the surface, but his palms were already covered in cold sweat. He stared intently at the approaching captain, his eyes filled with panic and vigilance.

The other members of the elite squad immediately followed their captain's footsteps, unleashing their full killing intent and instantly suppressing the surrounding Keloan soldiers.

The soldiers of the Keloa race raised their heads, their compound eyes filled with fear and hesitation. They wanted to take action, but they were wary of the strength of the elite squad and even more wary of the human alliance fleet in the starry sky, caught in a dilemma.

The captain's steps were steady and firm, each step seeming to tread on the heart of the Keloya race, making the atmosphere in the entire core base increasingly oppressive and tense.

His gaze was fixed on the leader of the Shelloa on the high platform, his eyes cold and filled with resolute killing intent—to destroy the core hub of the defensive barrier and activate the annihilation bomb, this final battle officially began from this moment.

The Keloa person in charge of the handover collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. He knew that once the disguise was exposed, a devastating disaster awaited them.

The surrounding Keloan soldiers gradually became restless, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred, and a hidden battle could break out at any moment.

In the starry sky, Su Lan, Yao Guang, and Ling Feng were closely monitoring the movements of the core base of the Shelloa through a holographic screen, their expressions solemn, ready to launch a general offensive at any moment.

The Sixth Legion's drone swarm is ready to go, and the Eternal Storm-class battlecruisers' cannons are fully charged. As soon as the elite squads send a signal, they will unleash a barrage of fire to completely shatter the defenses of the Keloyan race.

The captain approached the platform step by step, getting closer and closer to the leader of the Shelloa. His hand quietly gripped the explosive device at his waist.

As the approaching captain drew near, the leader of the Shelloa clan finally succumbed to his fear. He slowly stood up, his voice trembling slightly, yet he still forced a calm demeanor: "What are you trying to do? We've already surrendered everything!"

The captain stopped, looked up, and stared coldly at the leader of the Shelloa. The light and shadow of his helmet obscured his expression, but the killing intent in his eyes was palpable. His voice was icy: "What are you doing?"

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips, then his voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the entire core base: "Of course, I'll send you all to your complete annihilation!"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Keloya was jolted.

It stared at the captain below, its compound eyes filled with disbelief, its heart screaming: Are all these people in the alliance crazy?!

The handover had been agreed upon, and even if someone wanted to back out, it should be the higher-ups who spoke up. How could the captain of this small team make such a decision on his own and dare to directly annihilate their entire clan?

Panic overwhelmed it, and only then did it realize that it had been completely manipulated from beginning to end, and that the so-called negotiation was nothing but a trap.

Upon seeing this, the captain suddenly burst into hearty laughter, his tone full of mockery: "Hahaha, just kidding. You're definitely not human; you don't even have this much of a sense of humor."

The leader of the Keroya's killing intent surged instantly. His compound eyes turned bloodshot, his armor tightened even more, and his claws instinctively extended, the tips of his fingers gleaming coldly. He wished he could pounce down immediately and tear the Human Alliance soldiers in front of him to shreds.

But the next second, it forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in its heart, its nails digging deep into its palm, and green blood dripping from between its fingers.

It cannot act rashly! The reinforcements from the Yuanjiya race have not yet arrived, and the defensive barrier has not been fully reinforced. Taking action now will only lead to the premature annihilation of the entire Keloya race.

Even if it is filled with boundless hatred, even if it is humiliated in every way, it must endure it, it must wait for reinforcements to arrive, and then fight to the death with humanity.

It took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing its surging anger and murderous intent, and resumed its humble posture, but the crimson in its eyes could not be concealed.

The captain stopped laughing, his tone suddenly turning cold as he stared at the frozen leader of the Shelloa on the platform, and asked sarcastically, "What? Not funny anymore?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he abruptly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over all the Shelloan soldiers below. His murderous aura surged instantly, and his voice rose sharply, filled with savagery: "Why aren't you laughing? Do you think we, the Human Alliance, are unworthy of your laughter?!"

That sudden outburst of rage instantly shattered the tense atmosphere. The murderous intent and madness surging around him sent a chill down the spines of every Keloyan.

Looking at the human captain before them, they had only one thought in their minds—this man is absolutely insane! He is capricious, ruthless, and impossible to fathom with common sense.

In the silent core base, a few dry, stiff laughs rang out, carrying extreme fear and coercion.

Immediately afterwards, more Keloyan people realized what was happening and forced out laughter, afraid of angering this madman.

The laughter grew from sparse to dense, from stiff to exaggerated, gradually growing louder and louder, echoing throughout the entire core area, but it contained not a trace of sincerity, only fear and flattery.

The leader of the Keloya looked down at his tribesmen who were laughing obsequiously, and then at the enraged human captain in front of him. Humiliation and murderous intent intertwined in his eyes, but he could only endure it. His nails dug deeper, and green blood covered his palms.

The captain abruptly stopped laughing, the violence and mockery around him vanished instantly, leaving only extreme indifference and dominance. His gaze was fixed on the leader of the Shelloa again, and his tone left no room for argument: "Alright, I don't want to waste any more words. Take us to your real information terminal core. We need to copy all the data and send it back to the mothership."

The leader of the Shelloa clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and green blood seeped from the wounds on his palms. Even though he was filled with resentment, he could only suppress it and glanced at his assistant beside him, giving him a knowing look—first take the humans to the terminal core, and then take the opportunity to detour and delay them.

The assistant immediately understood and stepped forward, adopting a respectful posture, about to lead the way.

Just then, the captain suddenly turned around and gave a stern order to the team members behind him, his tone wary and resolute: "Record the route and location, calculate the optimal path, and if they dare to take a detour, immediately send a message to the mothership and open fire without hesitation!"

These words struck the assistant like a thunderbolt.

It had been planning to deliberately take a longer route to delay and wait for reinforcements. Now that it had been exposed on the spot, and upon hearing the order to "fire directly," its legs went weak, its body swayed, and it almost knelt down, its eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

The captain seemed to remember something, then turned to look at the Keloa group, a cold smile curving his lips, and added, "Oh, by the way, if any accidents or incidents occur on the way, whether they are caused by human error or 'coincidence,' send a message to the mothership as well."

The leader of the Keloya changed his expression drastically, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

It dared not gamble, much less afford to gamble—once the order to fire was triggered, the Human Alliance fleet in the starry sky would surely come out in full force, and the Keloa race would not have time to wait for reinforcements.

It immediately raised its hand, quickly operated the communication terminal on its wrist, and urgently sent a message, ordering all the set-up delay traps and emergencies to be avoided immediately, without the slightest mistake.

At this moment, its only thought was to stabilize the humans first. Even if it could not delay, it must not trigger the firing signal and had to wait for the reinforcements of the Yuanji sub-human race to arrive.

The assistant also forced himself to steady himself, not daring to have any more thoughts, and could only obediently lead the way, without even the courage to look up—this human captain was not only crazy, but also unusually cautious, giving them no chance to take advantage of him.

The captain's gaze swept over the expressions of the two men, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand to signal his team to follow, remaining vigilant throughout. His murderous aura never dissipated, firmly suppressing the Keloya group beside him.