Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1179: The Captured Spy

Chapter 1179: The Captured Spy

Nemel climbed to the outside of the building.

His invincibility make him unnoticed by any humans when he clung to the wall

He began inspecting the rooms one by one.

Before long, he discovered a human inside one of the rooms behaving strangely.

This human was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, their back perfectly straight, eyes closed, engaged in something unknown.

Had it been another alien, they might not have understood the significance of this posture.

However, Nemel, having encountered other cultivators before, recognized it at a glance.

"Found them! As expected, a cultivator!"

Nemel narrowed his eyes.

Only cultivators would assume such a position.

From what they knew, whenever cultivators sat like this, they were cultivating.

"General Aelra wasn’t defeated by weak humans—he was defeated by a cultivator. No wonder even his battleship was lost. But... there should be more than just one cultivator."

Nemel murmured to himself.

Because he had seen other cultivators before, he understood their power.

While formidable and possessing unique abilities, a single cultivator couldn’t have taken down General Aelra so silently—especially with his Battleship still intact.

From what Nemel knew about General Aelra, if the general realized he was losing, he would never have let it end so easily.

The most likely outcome would have been mutual destruction.

"This isn’t good. I need to confirm how many cultivators they’ve recruited, how many remained on Planet Teutonia, and how many followed them to Planet Gallia."

"There are only two cultivators in total," a voice suddenly responded.

"So, only two—" Nemel instinctively replied before suddenly realizing something was wrong.

He looked up abruptly, only to meet Amalia’s intrigued gaze.

At some point, she had already appeared before him.

Nemel immediately turned around to flee, his actions swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The fact that she could see through his invisibility meant she was a powerful human cultivator.

While Nemel excelled in intelligence gathering, his combat prowess was among the weakest of the prince’s subordinates.

Without any confidence in victory, he wouldn’t risk engaging in battle and placing himself in danger.

Amalia chuckled lightly as she watched him flee.

Without hesitation, she leaped from the window and gave chase.

Under the cover of night, the two figures disappeared one after another, unnoticed by both the humans inside and those patrolling outside.

By the time Lieutenant Duviel became aware of the situation, Amalia had already returned while dragging the alien intruder behind her.

When she stepped through the doorway, she casually tossed the alien onto the floor with a heavy thud.

"Ms. Amalia, this is—?" Duviel was stunned.

Wasn’t she supposed to be cultivating upstairs?

How did she suddenly return from outside—with an alien in tow?

"When I was inside, I sensed this alien spying from the window. He was likely sent to gather intelligence. Given how easily we seized Planet Teutonia, it’s understandable that the aliens would be concerned," Amalia explained briefly.

"That’s impossible! If this alien had been spying outside, our men would have noticed!" Duviel protested.

After all, it was right outside Ms. Amalia’s window—a clearly visible spot.

Unless the patrolling soldiers were blind, there was no way they wouldn’t have seen anything.

"This alien has the ability to turn invisible."

Duviel took a sharp breath.

"Nyxari Tribe."

Amalia raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Duviel quickly explained that the Nyxari Tribe was a race of aliens known for their ability to turn invisible.

They were extremely difficult to detect, even by radar, which made them the perfect scouts for gathering intelligence.

"I see. It looks like the aliens are planning to attack Planet Teutonia," Amalia said with a nod.

Duviel froze for a moment before his expression became extremely serious. "Ms. Amalia, are you saying that the aliens know we’re planning to attack Planet Gallia, and instead of reinforcing Planet Gallia, they plan to seize Planet Teutonia first?"

"It was just a theory at first, but with this alien appearing here, it’s highly likely. If they take Planet Teutonia, their main forces can then encircle our fleet from behind, trapping us in the middle. Alternatively, they could wait for our fleet to return, letting us walk straight into their ambush. But the first option is more likely."

After all, Planet Gallia was likely of great importance to Prince Ceodore.

He wouldn’t sit back and watch his stronghold fall into enemy hands.

"Then we’re in serious trouble," Duviel said, feeling an impending crisis.

Aside from the wounded soldier, they only had a few hundred thousand infantrymen stationed on Teutonia.

Trying to hold off a full-scale alien invasion would be nearly impossible—the odds of being completely wiped out were at least 90%.

"It’s troublesome, yes. Wake him up and interrogate him. Let’s find out when the aliens plan to attack Teutonia," Amalia said, glancing at the alien on the floor.

Nemel woke up to a sharp pain.

The moment he regained consciousness, he bolted upright, only to find his hands restrained.

Something was preventing him from moving.

He tried to activate his abilities but was horrified to find that nothing happened—his powers weren’t responding at all.

"Don’t bother trying. Your abilities are useless in front of me."

Nemel looked up and met Amalia’s gaze.

Her expression was devoid of warmth, causing his face to turn slightly pale.

This human... was unbelievably strong.

The moment she caught up to him, he hadn’t even had time to react before he was knocked unconscious.

And now, he had fallen completely into human hands.

"I ask, you answer. If you refuse, just know that our methods are no less cruel than your kind’s," Duviel said as he stepped forward.

Nemel remained silent.

He had nothing to say now that he was in human hands.

No matter what these humans tried, he would never divulge any information.

"What is the aliens’ battle plan? Are they preparing to attack Teutonia and encircle our fleet?"

Nemel said nothing.

Instead, his gaze was filled with contempt as he stared at Duviel.

Duviel continued asking, but the alien refused to speak.

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