Chapter 542: There

The small exploration vessel dispatched by Alvin hovered above the orbital space of the planet designated CV-7721.

This expedition marked the first true mission of the fleet led by Alvin.

Thus, he placed great importance on it, sending not only multiple exploration teams but also stationing a full company of Dark Angels aboard the forward reconnaissance vessel to guard against any unforeseen circumstances.

Alfonso Fraser,

“You take it—this call is for you,” Cheng Feifan turned his gaze away, his expression utterly cold.

After reviewing the data on the screen, Blake’s eyes fixed on the faint, flickering vortex, shining with bright light; an involuntary smile spread across his face, and finally, unable to contain his joy, he threw his head back and laughed aloud.

“Ningning, you have no idea how much your mama misses you and how worried she is,” Tang Ning’an paused what she was doing, her face filled with a pouty sense of grievance, speaking to Ningning.

Damn… though Tang Ning’an seemed to lack backbone, she had a few rebellious streaks—she never intended to bring Xiao Yan along today; now that he was pestering her, she became even more determined not to take him.

At this moment, Zhang Lei sent Zhang Xian a text: “Dad! How’s it going?” But Zhang Xian was preoccupied with Xuanwu and hadn’t noticed his phone.

“Yet, Your Majesty, when the General returns and sees the Empress in this state, he will surely be heartbroken,” he said, recalling how deeply General Murong had cared for the Empress that day on the pavilion—what grief would he feel upon returning victorious to find his Empress covered in wounds?

After all, here on Yeren Star, he had already been marked on the list of those destined to die—what else did he have left to care about?

Yanyingji came to Kuikui Hall specifically to subdue Tian Mi, planting a nail in the Agriculturalist sect—because Yanyingji could not fully trust Tian Hu; she needed a backup plan, so that if Tian Hu ever showed disloyalty, she could strike him a fatal blow.

Seeing her master still had the energy to beg for sweets, the old nurse sighed in relief, agreeing at once, then led everyone away, wiping away tears. Her master was stubborn by nature, likely unwilling to be seen in such a frail state, so she honored her wishes.

“The Zhang family army was never fully handed over to the founding Emperor,” Song Ruyu exclaimed in shock upon hearing this.

Jiang Hao opened his palm—on his left palm, the Three Lives King writhed like an ant, darting left and right as countless ghosts surged toward him, only to be repelled by his spiritual power; some unlucky ones were cleaved by the Xuanhua Axe, their limbs severed and scattered.

“I also feel that although Young Master Yang is of the demon race, not a trace of demonic aura can be sensed—he must have reached the state of returning to simplicity and purity, far beyond what you or I could oppose,” said the Peacock King.

Chen Yu stared at the man in the wheelchair, especially at those indifferent eyes, as if seeing through all things—once a proud, unrivaled phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, now a firebird with broken wings, doomed to lie on the ground, fading toward death.

Gazing at the increasingly dim candle flame, a sudden thought flashed: Had what I just seen been an illusion?

For example, between me and Memphises, we should be seated together at the very peak of the pyramid. As for Unas, even if he’s not at the base, he certainly cannot reach a mid-level position.

Leaving the palace, leaving the center of power, sleeping on a simple ground mat in the desert—I still felt light and happy.

Shiexie pierced straight through the black cloud; space seemed to rupture, jagged black cracks crisscrossing, emitting terrifying ripples of overwhelming dread.

It was natural for Reda to stand on his side—she cared for the majority of werewolves; when Aegbert told her that Lin Lei would cause a million werewolves to die, she sided with him.