Twenty minutes was all Fang Senyan needed to effortlessly achieve his two combat objectives: First, to map the terrain of the Mo'sak tribe’s settlement. Second, to destroy as much of the Mo'sak food stores as possible. To Fang Senyan’s pleasant surprise, the Mo'sak method for preserving food shared a surprising kinship with human techniques; they used massive blocks of ice stored in subterranean chambers, creating a natural cold storage. This saved him at least five minutes on that front alone. He simply rigged a Ravager with high-yield explosives, set the timer, and collapsed the entire food cellar. Given that the average temperature on Pandora had recently exceeded twenty-eight degrees Celsius, even the mighty Chief Qil'uok'e would have virtually zero chance of rebuilding those ice cellars in the short term. Witnessing all this, MD suddenly felt a wave of self-doubt wash over him, because he realized that Fang Senyan and his two companions had gained absolutely nothing from the previous engagement—not a single Universal Point, not even a piece of white-tier equipment....

"That's the terrifying part! It proves that the immense swarm of bugs wasn't summoned by any one of the three of them! This means that behind Fang Senyan and his crew, there is some powerful plot character, no, perhaps even an entire faction, selflessly providing them with aid. This makes it crystal clear! My prior assessment of Fang Senyan's group's strength was drastically insufficient!" "Damn it, I've never heard of a Bug tribe existing on Pandora before this." "Could this suddenly materialized Bug tribe be... could they have created it while on Pandora?" "How is that possible! I once heard that in the Starship Troopers world, if your reputation reaches a certain threshold, you can indeed purchase mining robots and Bug drones from relevant factions for collecting crystal ore. But those things only have mining capabilities..."

MD was indeed a well-informed individual, nearly touching the truth of the matter! But he was entirely unaware of the existence of a lowlife like Jin Kuang beside Fang Senyan—someone capable of turning decay into miracle, and impossibility into reality! Having achieved their predetermined tactical goals, the Bug Host carrying him, Fang Senyan, and the others rapidly departed Windstone Highlands. Looking back from the elevation, they could clearly see pillars of churning smoke rising frantically across the vast plains. This was unmistakably the Mo'sak tribe's advance party rushing back after realizing something was terribly wrong! Fang Senyan had clearly exploited the Mo'sak tribe's lack of aerial capability, allowing him to seamlessly execute differences in space and time, manipulating the entire massive and powerful savage tribe as if they were puppets on his palm. This kind of maneuvering involuntarily planted a vague sense of dread in MD's heart... With the power these three were currently displaying, the strength of a single individual seemed to be marginalized almost to the point of irrelevance! In fact, his outward arrogance and coldness were mere facade, just as his prowess in sniping and long-range shooting couldn't mask the deficiency and helplessness of MD, the extreme Raider, in close-quarters combat.

Watching the dense jungle of Pandora rapidly slip beneath them, MD, feeling increasingly astounded, decided he needed to break the awkward silence. Inside the Host's fleshy confines, he pushed aside a curving, muscular tentacle and cleared his throat: "Where are we headed now?" Fang Senyan smiled faintly: "To the place where these Hosts were born, of course. Ah, we’re almost there." MD was shocked once more. He peered ahead; less than thirty seconds after the Host had flown, the Blackthorn Zerg sub-base in the Triangle Beach came into view. The formidable Raider took a deep breath, and suddenly, the words spoken by that golden-skinned man from earlier echoed in his ears: "Oh, boss, I object. Since we are all confident in completing our mission, why invite unnecessary complications?" MD suddenly realized that statement might actually be true!! That damned Black man wasn't just posturing to extort better terms in a negotiation! What he said might actually be the truth!!!

After a full twenty-four hours of construction, this Blackthorn Zerg sub-base had begun to take shape. Although its overall area was only about a quarter of the other site, the number of Drones present was substantial. These tireless creatures continuously gathered low-purity ore, crushing it, and then excreting acid for refinement. It had to be admitted that mining Pandora Energy Crystals from such poor mineral deposits was an incredibly time-consuming endeavor, inevitably constraining the efficiency of the Drones' collection efforts. However, by now, the fully matured Blackthorn Overmind felt far less urgency regarding time constraints. What pleased the Blackthorn Overmind even more was the comparison between the Pandora crystal ores sourced from the Qiwataiqin ruins and those from Triangle Beach: although the natural purity of the former was ten times that of the latter, the total theoretical reserves of the latter were a hundred times greater! This meant that as long as the Blackthorn Zerg secured these two mineral sites, they would not need to search for new veins for at least fifty years.

The Host's landing was silent, providing its passengers with an experience that was smooth and comfortable, completely contrasting with its bizarre and ferocious appearance. MD stepped onto the Zerg creep, instinctively stamping his foot in slight disorientation. He frowned at the mucus adhering to his boot, then surveyed the Zerg base, commenting casually: "The defenses here are certainly tight. There are nearly thirty Spine Crawlers!" Fang Senyan smiled: "That's because we are expecting guests soon." "Guests?" MD asked curiously. "What kind of guests would be here?" Fang Senyan gave a mysterious smile: "You'll know shortly. Based on my preliminary estimate, these guests should arrive within twenty minutes."

MD suppressed the urge to press further, suddenly annoyed to realize he had unwittingly fallen into the rhythm of the other party’s conversation—a very bad sign. But soon after, MD noticed something: approximately every minute, a Ravager, its body dripping with blood, would sprint past at high speed from the distance! At first, he didn't find it particularly strange, but as it continued... MD’s pupils suddenly contracted sharply!

At this moment, the people's true plan clicked into place in MD's mind! The attack on the grazing herd was merely a prelude, a beginning! They used the ambush to empty the Mo'sak lair, then deliberately left clues at the attacked lair to lure the Mo'sak tribe into a long, exhausting pursuit. This meticulously layered scheme was designed to infuriate their minds and exhaust their bodies! Every reaction of the enemy had been calculated to the extreme, and their combat strength reduced as much as possible! He felt his lips instantly dry, and every word he forced out felt as if it had been soaked in the deserts of the Mediterranean: "You... you're not planning on luring the entire Mo'sak tribe here, are you?"

The thought sent a shiver down MD's spine. The Black guy, currently chewing gum and nodding his head while humming an R&B tune, suddenly turned back: "Got a problem with that, brother?" "You're insane!!" MD roared, his voice a mixture of fury and disbelief: "Don't you know how terrifying the Mo'sak tribe is! No matter how strong these Spine Crawlers are, they absolutely cannot withstand the impact of that berserk tide of beasts!! You could have just waited! With hundreds of Ravagers covering you, I could have taken out at least seven or eight regular clansmen even if they barricaded themselves in the Windstone Highlands settlement!" The Black man wagged a finger and chuckled slyly: "Not necessarily. Wanna make a bet? Five thousand Universal Points! By the way, if you're scared, you can leave first."

MD's facial muscles twitched. He desperately wanted to flash two middle fingers at the infuriatingly smooth-talking Black man and follow it up with a curse, but doing so would undoubtedly shatter the image of cold detachment he had painstakingly cultivated. So, MD managed to forcefully restrain himself. He desperately wanted to leave, as logic screamed that staying here courted mortal danger. Yet, MD was forced to admit that no one on this ace team seemed like an idiot; in fact, an idiot wouldn't still be on Pandora right now. He simply had to know: where did these three get their ridiculous confidence from!!

In the distance, rolling plumes of dust rose like an enraged dragon. They had finally arrived.

It was the full might of the Mo'sak tribe, and this formidable tribe, renowned for its savagery, was consumed by extreme rage. First, the clan members out grazing were slaughtered, and their heavy cavalry—a herd built up over three years—was annihilated. Then, as the main force mobilized, their home at Windstone Highlands was attacked. The cold storage, built with painstaking effort by the clansmen, was destroyed and buried underground. Furthermore, nearly half of the clansmen's dwellings, the Leaf Nests, were also damaged. Worse still, a Tier Seven Death Stalker, which had stubbornly refused taming, was accidentally freed from its confinement. After venting its fury, it too had successfully escaped!

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