For Duanmu Huai, who was accustomed to the Net Path, subspace travel is slow and painful, akin to riding a high-speed train and then transferring to a slow green-skin train—one that hasn't been accelerated yet.

The only good luck was that he was in a soft sleeper cabin.

After two weeks of bumping around, the Tribunal's warship was finally spat out eagerly by the subspace and arrived at the designated star territory location.

However, the expressions of the people on the command deck were not pleasant. The reason was simple; their Starseer had repeatedly attempted to contact this place, but all they received was silence.

Hmm, under any circumstances, the silence of a Starseer is never a good thing. They are like the birds miners carry into the mines; once they encounter danger, they will shriek in panic, informing the miners of a toxic gas leak underground.

For Starseers, if you can hear their frantic rants, then all is well.

But if they fall silent, then you must be on high alert.

Just like the shrieking birds beneath the mines, the silence of the Starseer, who is most sensitive to subspace, serves as a silent warning, reminding you that danger is looming.

Judge Sten managed to connect with the Governor here, but the latter clearly didn't look well. His body, deep set in the throne, was so skinny he could have directly gone to play a zombie extra without makeup.

"Secretary Camille?"

Seeing his figure, Sten was momentarily stunned.

"Where is the Governor? Where did he go?"

Faced with Judge Sten's inquiry, the other party responded weakly, like a child persisting in dance practice with a 48-degree fever.

"He...he is dead. Most of the cabinet members are dead. They were all killed by the plague that ravaged our planet."

"So you are the government representative now?"

"Yes...Did you complete your mission?"

"Yes, we have restructured the charm."

"That's good. Please bring it immediately; it's our last hope. This terrible disease has infected and killed fifty percent of the population. The number of dead is incalculable, bodies are piled on the streets, and the crematorium is no longer sufficient."

"We will do our best."

Judge Sten replied.

"We will set off immediately. Please grant us landing permission."

"Yes, Judge, though I think those controlling the orbital defense system are few in number now, so even if you want to land directly, it shouldn't be much trouble."

Soon, communication was cut off again, and everyone exchanged glances with solemn expressions. Judge Sten turned towards Duanmu Huai, who shrugged and said nothing further. Thus, Judge Sten gave the order.

"Let's go."

As a Hive City planet, this place, like other Hive City planets, had pollutants in the air turning into dark clouds that covered the sky. Metal-crafted skyscrapers transformed into towering mountains. Gigantic structures, enormous manufacturing factories, massive steel, and fire. The wide roads wove through the metal mountains like rivers, a grand and magnificent product of human civilization.

Of course, one cannot ignore the filth hidden within.

As the shuttle landed on the platform, Duanmu Huai descended the steps to see the filth.

Countless people lay on the ground, most already turned into corpses, some waiting to become corpses. This made Duanmu Huai recall the time he tracked the plague on the Novice Planet, when a city of people was widely killed by the plague, and the remaining awaited death in despair within their houses. The scene was not much different now, just with more people—at least tens of thousands, or even more.

However, they weren't here for these dead or living people.

Duanmu Huai raised his head, staring at the massive Black Pyramid not far away. Its exterior resembled large amusement attractions in Egypt designed to draw tourists. But its exterior was made of black glass rather than earth and stone. According to Carla's prophecy, once they collected the pendant fragments, reassembled them, and brought them to this pyramid, the evil ravaging the entire planet would disappear.

As usual, the vague and absurd prophecy.

Duanmu Huai yawned silently, having guessed what awaited them.

A team moved forward, passing through a plaza filled with corpses and the undead before arriving in front of the pyramid. Then Duanmu Huai saw Carla raise her hand, and with her motion, a complicated Spirit Clan rune appeared. Soon, a path silently emerged in the once-tightly-sealed Black Pyramid.

They entered.

No need to look to know; this is a Spirit Clan structure.

After examining the murals and texts on the walls, it became apparent this was indeed a Spirit Clan structure.

Duanmu Huai sighed silently, looking at the silent Space Wolves beside him.

"Alright, no need to be so tense, we all know what we're about to face, right?"

"You know?"

Hearing Duanmu Huai's remark, Lana was momentarily stunned, while Duanmu merely shrugged.

"I've encountered similar situations so many times it's nauseating. Ultimately, you guys got duped by a prophecy again."

"Duped? You mean...the prophecy is false?"

Upon hearing this, Judge Sten surprisingly turned to look at him, but Carla seemed oblivious to Duanmu Huai's words, continuing to walk forward.

"It depends on how you discern truth from falsehood."

Duanmu Huai smirked.

"I've dealt with similar prophecies countless times. For instance, if someone kneels before me, claiming to be cursed and in immense pain, hoping for relief from me, I'd tell him to find an Astarte, who can relieve his pain."

"Astarte has such a skill?"

Lana was herself bewildered, but Duanmu Huai simply gave her a sidelong glance.

"Of course, it's straightforward. Raise your bomb gun and shoot him in the head; wouldn't that solve everything?"

".........???"

"What's the matter? Just say if he would feel pain anymore, right? The dead can't feel pain, and wasn't my prophecy correct?"

Duanmu Huai spread his hands, staring at the Space Wolves, while the wolf cubs were dumbfounded, unable to speak.

"...Can this be possible?"

"This is the norm most of the time."

Duanmu Huai snorted coldly and continued to walk forward.

"That's why I said, don't take prophecies too seriously. I think you'll soon understand this truth."

The group continued forward, but this time their steps were much heavier. They're not idiots; with Duanmu Huai speaking so clearly, if they still couldn't figure out they've been played, then they'd really be idiots.

The surroundings grew darker, and the eerie power swelled, making them feel the same aura as when they faced that brain on the spaceship wreck before.

Same, but stronger.

At that moment, the air began to ripple, and subsequently, a Spirit race phantom appeared within it. It stared at the group in front of it, who all, except for Duanmu Huai, raised their weapons and cautiously watched it.

"Turn back, humans."

The Spirit race phantom spoke.

"You shouldn't have come here."

"We go where we want."

Lana snorted coldly.

"We are servants of the Emperor. In the Emperor's territory, no alien can stop our steps!"

"I mean no harm."

The Spirit race shook its head once more.

"I am here to deliver a warning. You are disturbing things that should not be disturbed. You seek to awaken beings that should not awaken. If you insist, the final result will be a disaster beyond your imagination."

"What does this mean?"

Judge Sten stepped forward, staring at the Spirit race, which extended its hand, pointing to the pendant worn around Carla's neck.

"Do not reconstruct the destroyed item, do not take it to the Cursed Land. Do not release the prisoner; you have been warned! The power of the seal is weakening, and the spell my brotherhood set to guard this place is about to fail! Turn back! Turn back before it's too late!!"

With the final desperate scream, the Spirit race's figure vanished, leaving the group staring at each other in silence.

What does the Spirit race's warning mean? Is it a conspiracy? Or a reminder?

But before they could ponder further, Duanmu Huai was already moving forward.

"The riddler should really get out of the Milky Way."

He snorted coldly, carrying the War Hammer forward.

"These stupid Spirits only speak vague nonsense all day, which is meaningless. Alright, let's keep moving."

"Is this really okay?"

Lana spoke again, the Spirit race's warning heightening his concern. He recalled the mission's content, feeling something was off about it. From the start, this mission seemed to have an indescribable oddity, and now that feeling was more pronounced.

"Of course there's a problem, but having a problem is right."

Duanmu Huai turned his head, gazing at the group.

"Look, suddenly appearing in the Hive City's world, an inexplicable plague. The prophecy reveals that the plague is deeply connected to this place, and now that riddler fool has only proven a point. But..."

Duanmu Huai gave a cold chuckle.

"Isn't this just right?"

"...Just right?"

"Of course, no matter what the other side plans to do, there's only one thing we need to do, and that's to kill that bastard, right?"

"......"

Faced with Duanmu Huai's simple and rough answer, everyone was momentarily speechless, while Duanmu Huai watched them and shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, if you really don't want to think about those complex things, I'll teach you four words. Next time you encounter something similar, just recite them."

Could it be praise the Divine Emperor?

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, everyone looked somewhat puzzled, but Judge Sten still swallowed and asked.

"What are the four words, please?"

Staring at Judge Sten, Duanmu Huai chuckled.

"Since you're here."

"...Huh?"

"Alright, let's go."

After saying this, Duanmu Huai turned and continued walking forward, while the others stood dumbfounded, looking at each other, speechless for a moment.

Then, Lana chuckled lightly.

"That's right, since we're here."

After saying this, Lana abruptly raised the Bomb Gun.

"Let's go! Bloodclaw's wolf cubs!"

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