Chapter 632: The Loser of Garbage Star (69)
The distance of almost every jump is the distance between two planets.
During this time, Lei Dalong felt the compression from space, making his chest stuffy and breathing very difficult. Luckily, he had a protective suit and helmet; aside from some breathing difficulties, he didn’t experience other discomforts.
After each jump, there would be a three-second pause before continuing to the next jump. This was to accommodate Lei Dalong’s ordinary human physical condition, allowing him some time to breathe.
Lei Dalong wasn’t very familiar with this aspect but just knew that space jumping was an extremely incredible technology.
Ke Huai, however, was completely taken aback.
During each jump of Qiann Yan’s spacecraft, the signal would be interrupted. When paused, her face could be seen again.
Even though this face was calm and emotionless, without extra expression, and even though it was hard to figure out what she was thinking, he still felt a kind of satisfaction.
Someone would actually use space-jumping technology to find him when he was on the brink of death; probably no one else in the entire interstellar world would receive such treatment.
After who knows how many jumps, Lei Dalong would take the opportunity to catch a breath during those three seconds. During the last pause, he finally took several deep breaths, feeling the oppression disappear, and couldn’t help but relax.
"Arrived at Horn Star." A mechanical voice, indistinguishable as male or female, sounded again.
Qiann Yan: "Search for Ke Huai’s personal terminal signal."
"Capturing... signal captured, target life signs confirmed."
Qiann Yan: "Proceed."
"Target Ke Huai position locked, initiating short-range jump, countdown begins 3, 2, 1, jump."
Throughout, Ke Huai, who heard but hadn’t yet reacted, found an aircraft suddenly appearing beside him.
He was covered in blood, his somewhat stern face very pale, and upon seeing the suddenly appearing aircraft, he felt an indescribable sensation.
He was now surrounded by countless Insect Race because, due to a deal with the Insect Race Queen, Yi Guang had led the surviving humans of Horn Star away, leaving him alone here.
No flying ships, no aircraft, not even his favorite Mecha were left here.
The spacecraft door opened, and Qiann Yan jumped down from above.
Actually, there had always been Insect Race besieging him, but he had managed to briefly communicate with her thanks to a small shield sustained by his last bit of spiritual power, temporarily preventing the surrounding Insect Race from detecting his presence.
With his spiritual power and physique, he could float in space but lacked the strength for unassisted flight, so he could only face these Insect Race constantly attacking him. Based on his physical ability estimates, he could only hold on for a few hours.
He also thought of one thing: the Insect Race Queen wasn’t afraid of the interstellar people knowing that the Insect Race could infiltrate with spiritual power.
Killing him first, then causing endless panic to humanity across the interstellar world, maybe that was the Insect Race Queen’s purpose, just to toy with them, watching all of them panic.
"What are you thinking?"
In Qiann Yan’s hand was that familiar, rusty giant sword, which she casually swung to smash the attacking Insect Race to pieces. The simple, brutal, and terrifying combat power, Ke Huai was already used to.
She had already come to Ke Huai, sizing him up from top to bottom.
He was covered in blood, his lips pale, but those eyes were still very bright. In his current tattered and embarrassing state, most people might not recognize him as the legendary War God, Ke Huai.