Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1103: Salvage of Hope

Chapter 1103: Salvage of Hope

It was also the nation of Amalia’s previous life, making her, technically, a citizen of the Empire.

"I see," Khalil replied while nodding his head.

He had no doubts about their origins.

Shadron had been cut off from the Empire for a long time, and their knowledge of the Empire’s current state was quite a little.

What little they knew came from the aliens who occasionally visited Shadron for their twisted "entertainment."

The aliens seemed to revel in the humans’ despair.

Every time they came, they would deliberately share news of the Empire’s plight: which planets had fallen, which generals had died in battle.

Their intent was clear—to deepen the humans’ hopelessness.

Watching the despair on their faces brought the aliens no small measure of joy.

"Please, honored guests, come inside. Ask whatever you wish, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge," Khalil said hurriedly, ushering Amalia and Kenny Lin into the meeting room.

The meeting room was so bare that it hardly seemed fitting for the highest-ranking officer on a planetary scale.

A battered table full of dents, a few mismatched chairs—one of which was missing a leg and lay tilted awkwardly.

Khalil looked a bit embarrassed, but this was the best they could muster under the circumstances.

With everyone focused on survival, no one had the luxury of thinking about comfort.

"Please, take a seat," he said, personally bringing over two intact chairs.

That the highest-ranking officer himself had to do this spoke volumes about the dire state of Shadron.

Amalia sat down gracefully, and without preamble, she asked, "I’ll start with something simple. I overheard some locals say that these aliens come from higher-dimensional space. Why would they invade this part of the universe? The people in the higher dimensions shouldn’t lack nothing that the people in the lower dimensions have, right?"

Khalil’s expression faltered momentarily, and he responded uneasily, "I would like to answer, truly, but given my position and the fact that we’ve been cut off from the Empire for over half a year, I don’t know the exact reason. I’ve only heard that the aliens seem to be searching for something."

Amalia didn’t look surprised. "Second question, then. What’s the situation with these aliens? Their forms seem diverse—part human, part beast. Can you explain that?"

Relieved to finally encounter a question he could answer, Khalil exhaled softly.

"The aliens from higher dimensions are fundamentally different from us. Their species are indeed highly varied, and many appear as hybrids—part human, part beast. But not all of them fit that description."

At this, Khalil’s face grew grave.

"There are others?" Amalia prompted.

Khalil nodded. "Yes, there are some that can shape shifting. Their original forms might be fierce beasts, but they can transform into human-like appearances. These shape shifting aliens are far more dangerous than the ones you killed today. Our general fell to one of them. Their social structure and hierarchy are highly stratified."

"So, the aliens we killed earlier were just small fry," Amalia remarked calmly.

Given Shadron’s remote location, it made sense that the aliens wouldn’t send their strongest forces here.

"By eliminating all the aliens today, the others will undoubtedly notice it soon. It won’t be long before they send reinforcements. Next time, we won’t just face a few dozen aliens—we’ll be up against hundreds, maybe even thousands," Khalil said gravely.

The fear aliens instilled in the humans was profound, leaving a nearly indelible shadow in their minds.

"That’s not an issue. Where are the other aliens now?" Amalia asked.

When they arrived, they hadn’t detected any alien presence nearby.

"The aliens have their own spacecraft. Their ships are far more advanced than ours and can even cloak themselves, making them nearly impossible to track. These ships are scattered throughout the universe. Although Shadron lies on the edge of the Erythar Star System, there are a few nearby remote planet with human inhabitants. Their ships are likely docked near those planet," Khalil explained.

"Understood," Amalia said, standing up.

"You’re not asking more questions?" Khalil asked quickly.

"Not for now," Amalia replied after a moment of thought. "By the way, how long will it take for the other aliens to arrive?"

"Roughly half a day," Khalil answered hesitantly, then asked, "Are you leaving Shadron?"

Amalia noticed his apprehension. "Don’t worry. We won’t leave until we’ve dealt with the nearby aliens."

Hearing this promise, Khalil visibly relaxed, as if a great burden had been lifted. "Then I’ll have someone prepare two rooms for you. Will that suffice?"

"That works, but one room will do," Amalia replied with a nod.

If they had decided to intervene, they would see it through to the end.

Having killed the aliens, they had undoubtedly provoked the rest.

Leaving now would likely doom Shadron to be mercilessly slaughtered.

As the three exited, a soldier named Tariq approached them excitedly.

"Lieutenant, I have good news. We’ve salvaged three nearly intact Cosmorite Mechas. Right now—"

He stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Amalia and Kenny Lin, recognizing them as his saviors.

He immediately grew nervous.

"Really?" Khalil exclaimed, striding forward to grab Tariq’s arm tightly.

"Of course, it’s true! The three Cosmorite Mechas are right outside," Tariq replied, so elated he barely noticed the pain in his arm.

"Take me there immediately!" Khalil said, about to rush off, but then remembered their two distinguished guests.

Feeling embarrassed, he glanced at Amalia and Kenny Lin.

"Let’s go take a look. I’m curious to see what alien Cosmorite Mechas are like," Amalia said, intrigued.

She was aware that the Empire manufactured mechs, though theirs weren’t called Cosmorite Mechas.

The alien mechs from earlier, despite neither side fighting at full strength, had made an impression on her.

She could sense that the power of Cosmorite Mechas surpassed that of the Empire’s mechs.

Tariq immediately led them to an open square, surrounded by barriers the soldiers had erected to keep ordinary people at a distance.

In the center of the square stood three towering Cosmorite Mechas.

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