Super Mothership

Chapter 681 Humiliation

“What the hell is happening?” The old patriarch of the Lane clan walked out of the cave and looked up at the meteors that kept passing by in the dark night sky, his expression slightly changed.

He, who has rich experience in the battlefield, can naturally see that this is not a naturally formed meteor shower, it should be a phenomenon of a large-scale aircraft landing on the Planet.

And looking at this number, at least tens of thousands of aircraft invaded Lion Star!

But how is this possible? There are a full 50 warships guarding them above the Planet.

Is it possible that the Rock Consortium feels that they have no value, so it is ready to be a fool?

“Grandpa, I’m scared!” A little girl of the Lane clan couldn’t help but hug the old patriarch’s thigh.

The Lane people in the entire settlement have also walked out of their simple places at this moment, being attracted by the sight of the night sky, and everyone seems a little uneasy.

“Boom!” Just as everyone was panicking, a meteor suddenly rushed towards them from far and near with thunderous engines roaring.

“Bang!” The huge cyan figure slowly landed outside their settlement, and the steel body was still a little red under the friction of the atmosphere, braving the scorching heat.

Although the flying dust and twisted air waves affected a little sight, many people still judged the identity of the opponent from the familiar outline… the bronze mecha!

And this should be a modified elite mecha, which is clearly different from the standard equipment they used to drive on the battlefield.

“Be careful!” The Lion soldier in charge of guarding on duty immediately put on a guard posture.

However, with a few old training mechas and the ancient cold weapons used in close combat in their hands, facing the unknown enemy in front of them, it is at best a comfort.

Although there is no shortage of Silver-ranked fighters in this settlement, their equipment has been recovered by the Rock Consortium, and even the ace pilots are clever women who can’t cook without rice.

But just as everyone was approaching the enemy, the cockpit of the mecha slowly opened with a “chick”…

When the pilot got out of the cockpit, everyone was shocked.

“Ryan!” “A compatriot?!” “What’s the matter?”

The pilot of the same race took off his helmet, looked around, and then slowly walked towards them.

Although everyone didn’t understand the situation, the Lion soldier who was in charge of the defense raised his weapon and stopped him with his identity as a mystery.

“Huh? Spartak! It was you?!”

At this moment, a surprised voice came from the crowd.

Spartak turned his head to look, and he was instantly happy.

“Morsey? You are not dead yet?”

It turns out that he was recognized by the old rival Morsi, who had previously had a “God of War deathmatch” with Spartak.

“Huh! I’m still waiting to kill you with my own hands. You haven’t died. How could I die before you?” Morsi snorted coldly, but took the initiative to hang down the weapon in his hand.

He didn’t show mercy, but Morsi had actually approved Spartak after the last duel.

So he believed that Spartak was here definitely not trying to disadvantage himself and others.

Morsi obviously had some prestige among the group of fighters, and when people around saw it, they also put down their weapons.

“Young soldier, explain your identity and purpose!”

At this moment, the old patriarch walked out from the crowd of retreats and stared at Spartak with a serious face.

When Spartak saw the old patriarch, his expression was a little excited.

When he was young, the old patriarch was not only the strongest fighter in the clan, but also one of the very few people who inherited the ancient knowledge of the Lane clan, possessing the wisdom of Transcendent.

It can be said that because he kept dealing with the Locke consortium, he retained a trace of fire from the Lane clan.

The old patriarch is a legend in the eyes of every young Lane warrior, with unparalleled prestige.

Spartak stroked his chest with one hand and knelt on one knee in a respectful tone.

“Lane warrior, Spartak, commander of the Doomhammer Knights of the Ghost Pirate Group, see Patriarch!”

Ghost pirate group? The leader of the Knights?

The old patriarch frowned and couldn’t help thinking of the pirate looting incident that the clansmen had mentioned, and his eyes were slightly cold.

“So, last time this ghost pirate group came to rob our tribesmen? Why, are you here today to help the evildoer, stand for the tiger, and help the enemy poison our troubled comrades?”

As soon as the people around heard it, they immediately raised their weapons again, and the eyes that looked at Spartak became angry and fierce.

“Don’t get me wrong, the patriarch, I always keep in mind that I am a warrior of the Lane clan!” Spartak immediately stated his position.

“Although the ghost pirates robbed the tribe, they did not hurt us a single bit. On the contrary, everyone, including me, is very grateful to the leader for saving us from Lion Star!”

“We also voluntarily joined the pirate group as mercenaries. No one has ever threatened us.

Compared with the years of working for the Woolf Empire, we are now truly free!

After we join the pirate group, we can earn rewards with our own hands and use our military exploits to improve our status, so that our relatives can get favorable life conditions, and our women and children can also enter schools to learn advanced knowledge of interstellar civilization.

They no longer have to risk following us on the battlefield, just for such a meager survival material.

They can live in warm and comfortable rooms without worrying about when they will be attacked by underground monsters…”

After Spartak’s personal experience, not only the old patriarch, but everyone was shocked.

Is there such a paradise in this world?

And such a paradise… exists in the pirate den?

The old patriarch was silent for a while, then sighed.

“Oh! If you can, I hope all of this is true.”

“However, what you are talking about is just your own words. As far as I know, the interstellar pirates are only profit-seeking generations. For the looted population, they have always been treated as slaves. The looted people will have a better destiny than they are now. We are even more miserable.”

“Yes, can the pirates be so kind? Spartak, have you been brainwashed? I know that the Woolf Empire has this kind of technology!” Morsi also stood up with a bad look in his eyes.

“Is it a scam? You can tell at a glance.” Spartak knew it was hard to believe that nothing was justified.

After all, even at the beginning, he didn’t believe that there was such an alternative as Captain Ghost among the pirates.

Not much to say, just raised his wrist and operated it a few times, and then the eyes of the mecha standing behind him suddenly lit up, and a huge projection was projected into the air.

Afterwards, the life pictures of the Lane clan began to appear in the eyes of everyone.

As the light and shadow changed, everyone’s eyes changed from questioning to doubtful, and in the end, almost everyone’s face showed a trace of longing and yearning.

In particular, one of the scenes of women and children of the Ryan family studying hard in the spacious and bright classroom, the smiles on their faces deeply moved the hearts of every Ryan warrior present.

Tough guys are also tender.

They can fight against death on the battlefield, but their own relatives are the softness of everyone’s heart.

Even the eyes of the old patriarch changed slightly.

“That’s Aunt Nia! Their family was robbed by pirates before!” “That’s Barr, thank the ancestors, they are all alive!” “I saw the Simpsons, they seem…really doing well?”

The constant exclamations and comments from the crowd made everyone’s eyes more intense.

What if all of this… is true?

When the projection screen disappeared, Spartak took a deep breath.

“Master Patriarch, our Lane clan has endured under Woolf’s oppression for too long too long.

They let us experience the most cruel fighting in the worst environment, and only gave us a small amount of survival materials to make us survive.

They used butcher knives to force our brave soldiers to bleed for them on the battlefield and consume them as cannon fodder.

They even let us kill each other! ”

Spartak’s words were as low as the roar of a wild beast, which dimmed the eyes of everyone around him.

Spartak raised his head and pointed at Morsi.

“Morsey, we could have become the best friends, the most trusted comrades in arms, but just to survive, I killed his Little Brother, and we eventually became enemies!”

Morsey looked complicated when he heard the words.

Spartak turned his head again to look at the old patriarch.

“My patriarch, our ancestors told us that the blood and thunder on the battlefield will give us strength and glory. However, today, the blood of my line warrior is humiliated all over the Galaxy Cluster. What glory is there? ”

The old patriarch stared at the Spartak in front of him in a daze.

Vaguely, he seemed to see himself when he was young…