America star field, an unnamed desolate planet.
The dying old man and others made a plan to seize the base's communication platform.
Only by sending the coordinates here can they call the fleet.
This is also the purpose of the dying old man's trip.
However, the base communication platform is located in the base's control center. If you want to bypass it, you must avoid multiple guards and then seize the pass to the base.
Without the pass, their plan could not be realized.
Mudi provided a lot of information, which was passed down orally from previous comrades.
Mudi was originally waiting for the next group of comrades to arrive and pass on the information.
But unexpectedly, the person who came this time was the spiritual leader of the resistance army, an old man who was on his deathbed.
When he learned that Balan Star had been incorporated into the Red Star Fleet and the rebels had been incorporated, Mudi looked dejected.
Did they work so hard for so many years and finally fail?
"Kid, don't think too much. The Red Star Fleet is the best choice."
The dying old man comforted Mudi.
At the same time, I am also comforting myself.
No matter what, the resistance army was founded by him, and if he just gave it away like that, no matter how big the vision was, there would be emotions.
But as he said, this is the best option.
The rebels were gradually showing a disadvantage and almost failed to save the planet Balan. If the Red Star Fleet had not arrived in time, Balan would have become a piece of planetary meteorite by now.
"That Grand Admiral can protect Balan Star."
This is the most important thing. If the Red Star Fleet cannot save the planet Balan, then everything he does will be a joke.
So can the Red Star Fleet save the planet Balan?
The answer is beyond doubt.
"Hassan, that guy, is he really that powerful?"
"Our opponent is only Seran Star..."
Mudi said worriedly.
The dying old man smiled and said, "In this universe, apart from him, I can't think of anyone else who would dare to confront the US Alliance so directly."
Mudi didn't know why the dying old man believed in that person so much, but he believed in Hassan, the spiritual leader of the rebels.
"I understand, Hassan."
As they were planning how to access the communication platform at the heavily defended US-allied base.
A powerful mental pressure instantly pressed them to the ground, unable to move.
It was as if their brains were hit by a heavy hammer, buzzing non-stop, with a strange mental fluctuation, as if opening their heads, digging out their brains, looking at them, and then putting them back.
Not only them, but even the guards in the base were caught off guard and most of them were knocked unconscious by the mental shock.
The dying old man and others were trying hard to hold on to the mental pressure, and blood was oozing out of his pores.
Seeing the guards fall, they instantly realized that this was an opportunity.
Although they didn't know what was happening, it was a godsend opportunity and they didn't want to miss it.
But under this mental pressure, no one could move at all.
The dying old man's old body creaked even more.
His eyes were bloodshot, and Lian Po was old.
Even a broken body can burn into a raging fire!
A sound of mechanical conversion came from the dying old man's legs, and then a layer of mechanical structure slowly extended from his legs, wrapping up the dying old man.
The portable exoskeleton mecha, as the name suggests, is actually modified based on mechanical prostheses.
It has a built-in nano-scale exoskeleton armor, but it does not carry any weapons and its energy supply cannot support long-term combat.
But, it should be enough.
The rebels looked at the dying old man who suddenly transformed and stood up with expressions of shock, followed by horror.
Is this dying old man going to carry out the mission on his own? !
"Hah, Hassan?!"
Mudi raised his head with great difficulty, but the mental pressure made it impossible for him to stand. Just moving his head took all his strength. Blood kept flowing out of his nose, and the ground was covered with blood.
"This is my fight, kids."
The dying old man relied on the power of the exoskeleton mecha to open the cell door and then went out.
Because of the mental pressure, the guards fainted and those who were not fainted were unable to move.
This is simply a godsend, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a blessing from God.
"puff!"
Even though he was wrapped in a mecha, the dying old man still suffered from mental pressure.
He doesn't have much time left.
boom!
The dying old man's prosthetic limbs crushed the floor and rushed at high speed, smashing all obstacles in the way.
A straight line is the fastest shortcut.
As the dying old man kept rushing towards the communication platform.
In the core layer of the base, the mental pressure here is the strongest because this is the source.
"Minister Schmidt!"
A group of neatly dressed armed soldiers, staring at the powerful mental pressure, entered the core area.
As guards of the base, their duties, in addition to guarding the base, are to be responsible for the safety of people of Schmidt's level.
They belong to a certain corps of the US First Fleet, and their regular task is to guard a certain area. They are equivalent to the US National Defense Force.
But they are much stronger than the Wehrmacht.
As Captain Zhanbing stepped into the core area, he felt as if his brain was being scanned by something. The strange feeling made him feel as if he was being seen through.
Very weird.
They went deeper and saw Schmidt in front of the culture room in the core area.
"team leader!"
A team member pointed to the cultivation room with the door opened, and the whole team was immediately shocked and alert.
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