Chapter 350: The Chosen One

Mo Yu's shocking question, "Are you even human from outer space?" was like pouring a bucket of ice water into a boiling pot of oil, causing a moment of deathly silence across the entire battlefield. Even the ordinary "Lizardmen" launching frantic attacks paused with barely perceptible hesitation, as if some deep-seated command embedded in their Bloodline or programming had been triggered.

The dark gold "Lizardman" under close observation reacted most violently. It ceased its low growls, its massive body trembling slightly, its chaotic vertical pupils locked in fierce struggle between clarity and frenzy. It stared fixedly at the Mother Ship's bridge, its throat emitting a guttural, strangulated sound—as if trying to speak but choked by an invisible force.

Mo Yu watched its struggle with keen interest, stroking his chin as he muttered to himself, "So I'm close? Not purebred, but related somehow… A hybrid experiment created by those 'Weavers' back then? Or a degenerate offshoot of some branch lineage?"

His words still carried the tone of analysis, as if examining an intriguing antique.

At that moment, the dark gold "Lizardman" seemed to finally break through some restraint—it thrust its head upward and unleashed a piercing shriek that tore across the battlefield, filled with Pain, rage, and endless sorrow!

That shriek felt like a signal!

The ordinary "Lizardmen" around it, previously sluggish, were reinfused with berserk commands and became even more frenzied, even ignoring the Blades squad's firepower, hurling their bodies against the Mother Ship's shield in desperate attempts to self-detonate!

And deeper within the energy mist, more powerful energy signatures began to awaken! Larger, darker-scaled "Lizardmen" elites, some bearing bone spurs and energy halos, started to emerge from the gloom!

"Alert! High-energy signatures detected! Multiple Lord-class 'Lizardmen' units are awakening!"

"Shield energy continuing to drop! Port-side line under doubled pressure!"

The situation deteriorated instantly!

"No more delays!" Commander Blade roared over the comms, "Request authorization for 'Purification'-class area weapon!"

The 'Purification' weapon was developed specifically to counter large-scale, highly contaminating biological threats—immensely powerful, but causing lasting environmental damage.

Xia Wan's gaze sharpened. Using the 'Purification' weapon could clear the battlefield quickly, but it might further enrage Guixu itself—or even damage the ruins' entrance structure.

As she weighed the options, the dark gold "Lizardman," after its cry, suddenly reversed direction—no longer attacking the Mother Ship, but charging like a mad beast toward the emerging, stronger "Lizardmen" elites from the mist!

It slashed with its claws, tearing apart the dark red energy filaments connecting to its kin, roaring incoherently—as if trying to stop something, or venting centuries of pent-up rage and sorrow!

Its actions instantly drew the wrath of the elite "Lizardmen"—multiple powerful energy attacks and physical claw strikes rained down on it, shattering its dark-gold scales, drenching it in blood—but it pressed on, utterly reckless, as if insane!

This sudden internal conflict plunged the battlefield into greater chaos, yet temporarily eased pressure on the Mother Ship.

"It's… helping us?" an Observation officer whispered in disbelief.

"No, it's rebelling," Xia Wan said gravely. From the dark gold "Lizardman's" actions and roars, she sensed a will—enslaved, twisted, yearning to break free from its chains. Mo Yu's words had awakened something long-forgotten deep within it.

"Fascinating, truly fascinating!" Mo Yu watched with delight, even pulling out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and cracking them open. "Defecting on the spot? Looks like not all these sneaky snakes are beyond saving."

He turned to Xia Wan, raising an eyebrow: "Little Guardian, see that? This is a 'variable.' Under probability, anything is possible—even a deeply corrupted creation might break free, if only for an instant, from a single word, a single thought."

His gaze swept across the battlefield—the frenzied ordinary "Lizardmen," the awakening elites, finally settling on the dark, chaotic depths of Guixu, his tone calm, as if seeing fate itself:

"But one temporary defector won't change the tide."

"This stagnant pool needs a sufficiently weighty 'catfish' to truly stir it up."

He looked pointedly at Xia Wan.

Xia Wan understood his meaning. The chaos before her was merely an appetizer; the true trial lay deep within Guixu. And she, as the Tiankong Guardian, possessed the power to resonate with this starry expanse and ancient laws—she might be the very catfish capable of turning the tide.

She took a deep breath and no longer hesitated.

"Commander Blade, lead the Blades squad to stabilize the frontline—focus on defense and extraction, avoid direct confrontation with elite units."

"Mother Ship, maintain current position. Channel all energy output into shield and navigation systems."

"I'm going out."

"Miss Xia Wan?!" the captain and several staff officers gasped in shock. Outside was so dangerous—was she really going to engage personally?

"Don't worry. I know my limits," Xia Wan said calmly, yet with unshakable resolve. "I need to feel the energy flow of Guixu up close—and confirm something."

She turned to Mo Yu: "Senior Mo Yu, please oversee the overall situation."

Mo Yu cracked seeds, waving his hand. "Go on, go on. With me here, this iron coffin won't capsize." He paused, then added, "If anything feels wrong, pull back. Don't push yourself. You're the only Chosen One we've got—priceless."

Chosen One…

Xia Wan pressed her lips slightly but gave no reply to the title. She turned and walked toward the bridge exit. A streamlined, silver-white Personal Battle Armor, perfectly attuned to her Guardian Power, awaited her at the corridor's mouth.

The armor swiftly enveloped her body; energy thrusters behind her back glowed with a pale golden light, like wings.

The hatch opened. Outside lay the chaotic battlefield, the shrieking monsters, the twisted energy, the cold void of space.

Xia Wan stepped out, hovering beside the Mother Ship.

In the instant she appeared, the frenzied "Lizardmen" seemed to sense a presence—utterly alien, yet instinctively repulsive and terrifying—and their assaults faltered.

Even the elite units far away, still attacking the dark gold "Lizardman," turned their cold gazes toward her.

Xia Wan ignored them. She closed her eyes and extended her Tiankong Guardian perception to its full extent—like invisible tentacles, cautiously probing the dark, chaotic depths of Guixu.

She would feel it, touch it, find the path… that belonged to her.

At the same time, she wanted to see up close—what secret did that dark gold "Lizardman," driven mad by Mo Yu's words, truly carry?