Inside the long-dart-shaped aircraft...0

Sitting in a soft, comfortable seat, Li Ke sipped his coffee while observing the joint purge of Mutant Humans by the Enterprise and the New Alliance through four scouting drones hovering above the battlefield.0

The gunfire didn’t last long.0

By the time he finished his coffee, the last standing Mutant Human had collapsed on the steps before that hideous altar.0

Next came the battlefield cleanup phase.0

He placed the cup on a tray, which was promptly retrieved by an assistant robot. Glancing at the holographic interface, he gave a lukewarm evaluation. “Average.”1

“The New Alliance soldiers are a bit odd. Their physical abilities are far above normal, though that’s understandable, they’re shelter residents after all. Backward equipment, primitive...5