But just as they stuck half of their bodies out, fine silver lines suddenly appeared in the surrounding space.
It was like countless sharp blades closing together in an instant - the next second, the figures of the dragon and the knight were cut into countless pieces, and the golden dragon blood and fragments of metal armor slowly drifted away in the void.
"Space cutting!"
The Crypt Chief's pupils suddenly shrank, and he rushed to the console, trying to activate the emergency shield, but found that all systems had failed.
The shuttle's concealed energy field dissipated like a popped bubble, exposed to the cold void.
Outside the cabin, dark golden figures emerged from the subspace cracks, and the flowing patterns on the armor were exactly the same as the space cutting marks just now.
They moved as swiftly as ghosts, instantly sticking to the bulkhead of the shuttle. Their energy claws easily tore through the alloy shell and poured into the cabin.
"Don't move!" A cold shout rang out, and the energy restraint belt instantly wrapped around the underground elite who tried to resist.
The Crypt Chief looked at the dark golden armor, his throat tightening. "The Sky-Inlaid Storm Troops...why are you here?"
He suddenly remembered the emergency communicator Martin had given him before he left, and his fingers just touched the device on his waist.
A cold light pierced over—an energy probe flashing with faint blue light accurately pierced the back of his neck.
Severe pain instantly swept through my body, and my consciousness began to rapidly become chaotic like fragments thrown into a whirlpool.
"Your Majesty...they..." Before the last thought faded away, he seemed to see the outline of Martin's flagship flickering in the distant stardust.
Inside the cabin, the elites of the underground clan were controlled by probes one after another, collapsing to the ground with dazed eyes.
The leader of the Storm Troops checked their equipment, took out the encrypted communicator from the waist of the Crypt Chief, and crushed it casually.
"Take them all back. His Majesty wants them alive." He said in a deep voice into the communicator and waved his hand to signal the team members to escort the prisoners.
The dark golden figure escorted the unconscious members of the underground clan and disappeared into the void.
The empty shuttle floated in the void and was quickly dismantled into stardust by the cleaning team that arrived later, erasing all traces.
At this moment, inside Martin's flagship, the indicator light of the emergency communicator flashed once and then went out completely.
Martin was looking at the defense distribution map of the matrix core on the screen when he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.
"Something's wrong." He stood up suddenly, "Contact the Crypt Clan, immediately!"
The adjutant hurriedly operated, but all he heard was a cacophony of noise: "Your Majesty, communication is interrupted. The signal... has completely disappeared."
Martin's eyes instantly became sharp as a knife, and his fingertips drew on the console the planned route of the Crypt Clan. A red mark was slowly lighting up on the outer star map at the end point.
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