Chapter 62: Subspace Ash? Could It Be Too Much?

Kailuo's Bridge.

Everyone, including the idle crew, silently stared at the clear image transmitted by the Spirit Scanner.

But at this moment the entire Bridge was completely silent; everyone wore a numb expression, their eyes fixed on the screen.

Especially Fami'er, who at this moment retained no emotion at all, looking like a middle‑aged officer whose soul had been washed by a secondary cannon, with a face of profound enlightenment—a "majestic countenance".

Because at that moment, where the screen pointed to the ground Tower Top, Xisi stood in front of his office, his face full of confusion, repeatedly raising the Red Sword to slash the Spirit Race Pirates queuing to die, sending them sprawling on the ground.

The pirate captain who devised the beheading idea and led almost all the Spirit Race Pirates who arrived did so with eyes reddened and blood‑veined, looking at Xisi across from him with bitter anger as Xisi's hand rose and fell repeatedly.

Even this demonic god with a human appearance, who came forward claiming he bore no weapon and only wished to protect the souls of his Spirit Race brethren, also raised his hand and struck without blinking an eye.

Thus, the massive office was already piled with the corpses of Spirit Race Pirates.

Xisi, facing the Alien Form that would raise its hands to surrender a moment later, also showed some puzzlement in his eyes.

Xisi immediately understood that the Spirit Race were after beheadings, but he wondered why some of the suicidal Alien Forms chose to fight unarmed.

After all, in Xisi's view, he hadn't used explosives but chose the sword, at least leaving them whole bodies.

Such an act, already considered "merciful" by the Human Empire, should leave the Alien Form with no further expectations of concession.

Until the pirate captain with reddened eyes, his face full of fury, charged forward and was split in two along with his armor; Xisi, looking at the now‑quiet office, sheathed the Red Sword and turned back to his desk.

Expanding the forces by ten groups at once, along with hundreds of millions of armed civilians, even with Youwa and local bureaucrats assisting, Xisi still had far too many official duties to handle each day.

When Bunoke, having eaten and drunk his fill, came up to command the soldiers to carry away the bodies, Daiweiluo glanced at Xisi, whose attention was entirely on the paperwork, and waved his hand to signal the others to leave first.

Then, stepping in front of Xisi, he extended his index finger, wrapped in Power Armor, and lightly tapped the desk.

Xisi looked up puzzled; Daiweiluo, watching the hundreds of Spirit Race that had vanished at once and then glancing at Xisi, whom he hadn't even noticed before, sighed helplessly.

"Lord Sisi, you've turned pink......"

On the Cobra Bridge, as Fami'er was despondently ushered onto the shuttle by Kailuo, bringing this "pleasant" raid to a complete end, Kailuo watched Oumia No. 3 gradually return to calm on the screen, and his long‑suppressed eyes finally shone to the extreme.

Hurrying anxiously toward the transport ship, he simultaneously ordered his aide beside him:

"Start preparing now; see what's in the cargo hold, pack everything the other side can use, and be ready for my signal at any moment."

The crew immediately turned to carry out the orders, while Kailuo went to the rear of the transport ship, changed into an Empire‑certified Merchant Ronin uniform, and walked inside.

Accompanied by the constantly humming systems and engines around him, Kailuo, without waiting for his subordinates to ask where, pointed straight toward a wilderness far from Nest City.

The subordinates were startled, but the crew and pilots dared not ask, and merely turned to obey.

Only Kailuo, with his apprentice and close attendant beside him, felt a bit puzzled:

"Sir, why go here? Shouldn't we go straight to Nest City?"

Although Kailuo didn't speak very bluntly, he was a merchant by trade, and after an unknown length of trading in space, everyone understood that this was essentially an "investment"!

After all, setting aside the fact that these Spirit Race Pirates were brought by them, someday the humans who suddenly emerged below might discover it.

Such a shady matter alone required them to go and see for themselves, and to do everything possible to forge good relations, seeking any potential profit opportunities.

But the imagined straightforward approach of going directly to Xisi to make amends, for this old merchant Kailuo, altered the procedure.

The others, Kailuo naturally was too lazy to respond, but facing his own apprentice, Kailuo still explained patiently.

"While you were busy watching how those sprouts were sending themselves to death, I had the Mechanical Monk compare Oumia No. 3 this time with the previous one."

"Aside from the trenches that were just dug, the whole planet only has this wilderness with an extra large pit."

"Before we go to meet those people, we must first gather as much information as possible."

True to an old merchant, after Kailuo uttered those words, the apprentice instantly cast an admiring glance.

And at that moment the transport ship finally left the destroyer, racing toward the direction Kailuo had chosen.

Meanwhile, this human‑shaped transport ship somehow activated a hint of invisibility using alien cloaking technology of unknown origin, and flew toward its destination.

After about a dozen minutes, the transport ship steadied and landed on the desolate ground left after the escort ship flew away.

The crew immediately disembarked and began scanning the surroundings continuously, trying to locate any useful information.

Kailuo himself also stepped down from the ship, carefully surveying the area as thoroughly as possible.

But there was no need for them to waste much effort; even before Kailuo had completed a circuit around the transport ship, a pile of strangely assembled objects in the distance caught his attention.

A few crew members instinctively reached for instruments to approach and detect, but looking at this, Kailuo felt an inexplicable familiarity from some nightmare place years ago.

Kailuo quickly raised his hand to stop his subordinates.

Then, staring blankly at the mountain‑high pile of sand‑like material, which looked exactly like what he remembered, yet its scale…

Kailuo swallowed dryly, while the surrounding apprentice and crew stared in astonishment at the usually unflustered Kailuo, whose eyes gradually revealed growing terror after the dry swallow.

Kailuo, with eyes wide in disbelief, after a few attempts to lift his legs, finally gritted his teeth and forced himself forward.

At the same time, when those behind tried to follow, he raised his hand to stop them:

"Stay where you are."

Kailuo, alone, leaned forward, his face full of anticipation and resistance, and increasingly obvious vigilance.

After all, who knows whether something hideous from a nightmare might burst out from within?

Only after Kailuo reached the spot, confirmed there was no threat, did he bend down, pick up a handful of ash, and scan it all‑around with his Prosthetic Eye.

And when the final result turned out exactly as he had expected, Kailuo sprang to his feet, staring at the mountain of ash before him, and Fami'er's numbness spread onto Kailuo's face!

"Subspace Ash?"

"But this quantity... really okay???"