Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1142: Preparing for the Final Battle

Chapter 1142: Preparing for the Final Battle

Seven days later, the battleship was finally ready.

As soon as Amalia and Kenny Lin returned to the battleship, they saw Officer Khan hurriedly rushing toward them.

"Ms. Amalia, you’re finally back!"

"What happened?"

"We received a message from the aliens yesterday. It seemed like they were inquiring about the situation. Since you weren’t here, we didn’t respond. After that, we received several more urgent messages."

"Take me to see."

The three immediately went to the control room.

Amalia was decisive.

After confirming the contents of the messages, she instructed Officer Khan to take the others out.

Once the door was closed, she transformed into the appearance of Aelra and then contacted the other party.

On the other side appeared an alien with a form similar to that of humans.

This must be the Monarch that others had spoken of.

It was said that only the Monarch could transform into human-like forms.

Amalia had always been puzzled—if even the Monarch transformed into human-like shapes, why did the aliens still consider humans as inferior beings?

Weren’t they, in their transformed state, similar to inferior beings themselves?

The Monarch first asked why he had not responded to him immediately yesterday, but Amalia had managed to brush him off.

Then, the Monarch inquired about the progress of the mission.

Amalia informed him that humanity would rather commit suicide than be captured alive, but she had already thought of a solution.

In a month, she would be able to capture these humans alive.

Perhaps the Monarch had received similar reports, as he did not question Her words.

Instead, he urged her to complete the task as soon as possible, preferably within half a month, and not to delay.

Thanks to Aelra’s identity, the Monarch did not show excessive disrespect.

After delivering his message, he cut off the communication.

Once Amalia returned to her original form, she allowed Officer Khan and the others to enter.

"We still have about half a month left."

"Half a month is enough." A few extra days beyond what was expected was already quite good. "There’s one more thing. We can perform the third spatial jump tonight."

"Alright, you all prepare. You stay here and look over things; I’ll go to the mech manufacturing plant," she said, directing her last two sentences to Kenny Lin.

Kenny Lin shrugged in agreement.

After more than twenty days of effort, they had thoroughly understood the alien’s mech manufacturing plant.

Over the past ten days, using the materials left by the aliens, they had produced over two thousand Cosmorite Mechs.

After reviewing the production line, Amalia went to the mech training room to find Khalil and the others.

During this time, Khalil had been leading Tariq and the others in training at the mech room.

He was aiming to have all the soldiers fully proficient with the Cosmorite Mechs before the war began.

Upon seeing Amalia arrive, Khalil immediately jumped out of the mech and approached her.

"How’s the adaptation going?" Amalia glanced at his sweat-drenched forehead.

"It feels great! Alien mechs are something else, but they’re a bit wasteful with Emberion Core."

"Emberion Core can be replaced. These Emberion Core emit radiation, and the aliens react strongly to it. You all didn’t get exposed, did you?"

"No, I’ve been following your instructions and have had the robots handle everything. We didn’t let the soldiers do anything, but..." Khalil hesitated.

"What is it?"

"I feel like the radiation from these Emberion Core isn’t as strong for humans as it is for aliens." Perhaps feeling the description was inadequate, Khalil added, "When aliens are exposed to radiation, their bodies undergo mutations. For humans, the radiation should only affect our genes. We won’t have an immediate reaction."

"Wait until we have time to test it," Amalia had already noticed.

"Right, it must be tested. If the radiation from the Emberion Core really is as strong for the aliens as we think, this could be a powerful countermeasure for us," Khalil said, his face full of excitement. "I just thought of something—could the aliens not want us to obtain the Cosmorite Mechs because they’re afraid we’ll discover the secret of the Emberion Core?"

"That’s possible. Among the people Major General Rafiq sent, is there anyone who specializes in this area?"

"Yes, actually, he’s been researching the Emberion Core recently," Khalil said somewhat apologetically. "I’ve been so busy with training, and since you’ve been hard to find, I forgot to mention it."

"Good, we’re about to perform the third spatial jump, so you all better prepare."

"Alright."

After the first two spatial jumps, everyone had gotten used to them.

When the third spatial jump began, Amalia only used her divine sense to shield the workers in the mech manufacturing facility and didn’t worry about Khalil and the others.

They were well-trained soldiers, and if they couldn’t handle a bit of dizziness, they weren’t fit to be soldiers, let alone fight against the aliens.

The aliens didn’t have divine senses, so every time they made a spatial jump, everyone had to endure the effects of the jump.

When the weightlessness and dizziness finally subsided, the battleship finally jumped to the coordinates where the insectoids were located.

A feeling of dead silence and desolation spread in the air.

The planets in the distance all exuded this feeling.

The grayish-black planets appeared lifeless, floating helplessly in space, quietly awaiting their inevitable destruction.

Amalia’s soul suddenly trembled.

"What’s wrong?" Kenny Lin immediately noticed the emotional fluctuation from her.

Hearing this, Officer Khan, Waleed, and the others quickly looked over.

Their gaze fell on Amalia’s strikingly beautiful face, which revealed no emotion, and they couldn’t tell where she had sensed something was wrong.

"I feel... touched," Amalia replied calmly.

Everyone looked at her face again, but there was no trace of emotion that hinted at being touched.

Of course, they had no way of knowing that Amalia’s sense of being "touched" was of a completely different nature.

They thought she, like them, was inwardly mourning the destruction of these planets.

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