"Where are Hatti and Skul?" Heimdall asked seriously, looking at the group of little wolves in front of him.

The wolves all shook their heads, indicating they didn't know. They definitely knew, but they were all covering up for the two of them. It was a strange headache.

Heimdall rubbed his brows and said, "Alright, alright. I'll come back when I want to. Fenrir is still over there anyway. What can happen? Let's go back first."

The little wolves looked relieved, it seemed that they had been threatened quite a lot.

…

"So you're a warrior from the stars, coming to our city for research?" Cosen looked at Courier 007 in confusion and added, "Our city isn't the largest on the planet, and its relationship with the outpost isn't particularly close."

"I know, but other people are responsible for the big cities. I just need to investigate the first city I arrive at."

"Outsiders are troublesome."

"Then let's do some fire reconnaissance."

"No, no, no!" Kosen stopped her immediately. God knew how terrifying the firepower of the owner of this crow was. What if she slipped and the whole city was destroyed? What would she do then?

"Then take me in." An unquestionable voice.

Kosen had no choice but to nod: "You have to listen to me."

"What else?"

"I...I won't take you with me."

"I can find it myself, it just takes a little longer."

Of course Cosen knew it, but he still hoped to continue his current life instead of being hanged.

"By the way, are you from the Freedom Corps?" Kosen asked. Although it was unlikely, he still needed to confirm. The Freedom Corps was actually the civilized name for a large bandit group.

Unexpectedly, although Courier 007 shook his head, his expression became conflicted.

Could it be true? Of course, Kosen didn't believe she was one of those idiots wandering the land. Even the largest city Kosen had ever been to didn't have this kind of firepower.

"In our place, the Free Corps is a famous legion group. They were hired by the Empire as mercenaries and later became one of the main legions in the core area. They are truly elite. In theory, we are in the same system, but I am in the admiral's army, which belongs to the peripheral forces." Messenger 007 explained.

Kosen was shocked: "Even people like you are just on the periphery, so the core area must be full of immortals, right?"

"That's not the case. This is just a region. The core region doesn't necessarily have to be stronger than us. For example, my admiral has many extremely powerful friends. For some reason, our top-tier combat power surpasses most elite forces. However, we lack strong grassroots forces and the number of ships, and our mid-level forces are also insufficient."

Kosen frowned: "Can humans really fight those monsters and win?"

"That's bullshit. We have fought against their creators, even though it ended in a draw... haha." Courier 007 spread his hands.

"Then why can't we defeat them now?"

"Humanity's combat power is essentially all Omnics. Aside from Connectors, humans rarely join the military anymore. You have neither Omnics nor advanced Connectors here. So, how can you save yourselves?"

"Outpost..."

Messenger 007 interrupted him. "I don't know what the outposts you're talking about are, but you should know that Lih's creations are also divided into different levels. Even the weakest one can defeat a hundred, but the stronger ones are close to the strength of Lih himself. As for the alien omnics that once pushed humanity into despair, their technology is still something we must look up to today."

"Alien Omnic?" Cosen took two steps and turned back to ask. The bag on his back was really heavy, and Cosen regretted bringing everyone's belongings with him.

Courier 007 stared at the sky in a trance. "This part of the database requires very high permissions to view."

"So you can't see it?" asked Cosen. They also have such a system here, which seems to be to prevent the leakage of important information.

Courier 007 glanced at him and said, "It's very simple. I'll go ask the Admiral for the security code."

"He gave it?"

"I gave it to him without even asking a question."

Is that really your boss and not just an empty shell?

"Ahem, ahem, back to the point. Humanity once lived on an ordinary planet, leading a carefree life of daily infighting, until the alien omnics arrived. Oh, they arrived, crushing all human resistance with their overwhelming superiority. Then humanity began to flee. It's said that some of the alien omnics let us off the hook."

Kosen nodded, but was a little confused. "How could a near-Earth civilization escape under such a severe siege? Even if they were waterproof, it's unlikely, right?"

"Because of a group of heroes who sacrificed their lives for a hope." Courier 007 paused, waiting for Cosen to catch his breath. "At that time, humans had no way of connecting to the outer layer, but the alien omnics gave us an option. With the help of a potion, the most talented among humans could connect for about an hour, and after that, they would be dead without a trace left."

"voluntary?"

"Yes, a portion of humanity volunteered to participate in this plan, which later became known as Project Candlelight. They succeeded, but this also led to a severe shortage of Connectors for a long time afterwards."

Cosen said nothing and looked at Courier 007 quietly.

She smiled and continued, "This state of affairs persisted until the advent of human-imitation omnics, us. Early omnics resembled alien omnics, completely devoid of human form. Later, they gradually became like this. Even now, humanoid omnics like me are a minority. Most omnics use human form to communicate with commanders. Oh, I'm getting off topic. What's with that expression?"

Cosen, looking as if he had seen a ghost, suddenly approached Courier 007 and shouted, "Gah!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Courier 007 jumped ten meters away in disgust.

"You don't make the quack noise anymore. Is this habit fake?" Cosen looked at Courier 007 academically.

"Huh? Really? This interjection is just a special designation we made when we designed it, huh."

"What indicators?"

"It is required that each elite military unit must have unique characteristics."

"Because the rest of our work is so important, we tinkered with the pronunciation."

"Why not?" The courier 007, who was seen getting scared, got furious and drew his scythe to kill Kosen.

Kosen quickly pointed to the distance and said, "Look, we're almost there! That's the city I live in!"

"Huh? Ohhhh, we're finally here."

"It wasn't long since he left." Cosen couldn't help but complain about the tone of the Courier 007.

"Time is life, and life is the most precious wealth!"