Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

In death, Chen Ming could finally give his former self a good person’s evaluation.

Chen Ming actually had another point of regret.

That was after joining Zuo Jing, Thousand Faces’ consciousness no longer manifested, no longer revealing further information to him.

It was as if the memories of Thousand Faces ended the moment he joined Zuo Jing and met that psychic.

There was nothing else afterwards.

No information about mind control psychics, no location of Zuo Jing’s main base, nor any information about their activities over the years.

Chen Ming still had to keep going down.

The plasma on his fist was charged to the limit.

But just as he was about to swing his fist down, he suddenly noticed that beside him, on a fist-sized stone, twisted and sharply interwoven patterns and spiritual energy fluctuations appeared.

This was a Spiritual Stone.

The plasma on one of Chen Ming’s hands was temporarily moved aside.

To allow him to reach out and pick up the Spiritual Stone.

The moment he picked it up, Chen Ming felt an extremely heavy resentment from this Spiritual Stone.

This was a Spiritual Stone left by Thousand Faces.

The last conscious remnant of Thousand Faces, who broke free from the control of a mind control psychic, transformed into this Resentment Spiritual Stone.

When Chen Ming clenched the Resentment Spiritual Stone, a hallucination naturally appeared before his eyes.

A hallucination of killing a mind control psychic of Zuo Jing.

This was also a Resonating Spiritual Stone.

”Truly, it’s hard to know what to say.”

Chen Ming put away the Spiritual Stone and continued downward.

The host below should be the mind control psychic.

Find him, kill him.

This is what he must do next.

If he can kill him, perhaps the power of Zuo Jing will gradually perish under the Empire’s siege.

Chen Ming continued to collapse the floor of the Power Supply Tower, advancing deeper underground where spiritual energy fluctuations still spread.

Meanwhile.

The Main Ship of the Fifth Legion in the president’s air finally arrived at the edge of the Lucy Star System with its fleet.

This was an ordinary Offensive Level heavy battleship, with extremely strong armor performance and assault capability.

After coordinating the waiting fleet of the Fifth Legion, it sailed into the star system, heading towards Zuo Jing’s Prometheus Level.

The battle between Main Fleet ships wasn’t something the cruisers or below could interfere with, but observing from a distance wasn’t a problem.

So at this moment, Chen Ming’s Dusk Fleet and some other forces’ fleets all gathered around the edge of the star system to watch everything about to unfold within.

Only to see the Fifth Legion’s offensive fleet initiate the Cooperative Shield according to the usual procedure.

The lower tier ships gradually formed into a formation ready for engagement.

Although the fleet of the Fifth Legion didn’t have a numerical advantage over Zuo Jing’s ships for some reason.

But surely the people of the Fifth Legion were stronger than those brainwashed and mixed fleet by Zuo Jing, weren’t they?

And just as both fleets entered the main ship firing range.

The exciting event that was supposed to happen did not, both main ships’ main weapons did not activate, they did not engage in a direct clash, but instead continued to close in, appearing to intend to fight using lower-tier ships.

This... speaking of it, seems fairly normal.

Main Level fleet confrontations can often gain overall battlefield advantage using engagements between lower-tier ships, saving the Main Ship’s combat readiness.

Waiting for the lower-tier fleet to gain the upper hand, surrounding the enemy’s Main Ship using many Cooperative Shield-equipped lower-tier ships is also a reasonable tactic.

But all those watching this battlefield, clearly won’t see events unfold as expected.

Especially Chen Ming, who was going deeper underground while observing the battlefield outside, had the words the president said to him running through his mind.

Things probably wouldn’t go as smoothly as anticipated.