Deep Space Scavenging, Hand Over Alien Warships at the Beginning

”Heavenly Court” Fortress, District C, the newly built ”South Heaven Gate” special training base.

This was originally a mecha maintenance workshop of the Titan Civilization, now transformed into the most brutal training ground in human history.

”Ah!!!” The shrill screams rose and fell one after another.

Inside thousands of simulation pods filled with nutrient solution, sturdy men were wearing neural connection helmets, their bodies convulsing violently.

They were performing neural synchronization tests.

To pilot a ”Guardian”-class mecha of titan technology, having a strong body wasn’t enough; one must possess extreme mental resilience to withstand the massive information flow impact during neural connection.

Lin Yuan was wearing a black instructor’s uniform, hands behind his back, pacing among the array of simulation pods like a cold-hearted foreman.

”Can’t take it already?”

Lin Yuan’s voice drilled coldly into the minds of every trainee through bone-conduction headphones.

”Let me tell you, real neural connection is ten times more painful than this! It’s like welding your nerves directly onto steel! If you want to quit now, get out immediately, no one will laugh at you!”

No one moved.

Even if someone was foaming at the mouth from the pain and forcibly dragged out for emergency treatment by medical robots, the first thing they said upon waking was: ”Don’t eliminate me... I can still try...”

This group of people were the elite selected from the entire military, and even global special forces.

Some were ace pilots, some were legendary soldiers, and there were even a few civilian martial artists with monstrous physical fitness.

”These little brats really look like us back in the day.” Chen Weiguo stood on the observation deck, watching this scene, his eyes slightly warm.

”They are stronger than us.”

Lin Yuan stopped, looking at a young soldier in a simulation pod whose eyes were rolling back from pain, yet who was clenching his teeth tightly, refusing to pass out, ”They know what they are facing, and they still dared to come. That is backbone.”

Three months of time passed like sand through fingers.

The entire ”Heavenly Court” Fortress turned into a war machine operating at full capacity.

That fully automated production line, which had been idle for millions of years, spewed out a torrent of steel day and night under the support of gaia’s computing power.

One after another, the ”Heavenly Soldier-I” exoskeleton mechas, improved according to human physique, rolled off the line.

Various ”Dark Bird” unmanned fighter jets equipped with antimatter thrusters were commissioned.

The Kuiper Belt, this edge area of the Solar System, was once a silent, frozen world.

But now, a steel Great Wall stood here.

Tens of thousands of smart mines were deployed on the shipping lanes, and thousands of automatic defense turrets built a crossfire network relying on the asteroid belt.

This was the ”South Heaven Gate Defense Line” proposed by Lin Yuan.

Countdown: 0 hours.

Kuiper Belt, No. 09 Outpost Observation Station.

This was five billion kilometers away from Earth, the absolute frontier of human vision.

Observer Old Zhang was a veteran astronaut in his fifties.

At this moment, he was holding a thermos cup, staring at the dead-silent radar screen in front of him.

The goji berry water in the cup was still steaming.

Suddenly, the screen flickered.

It wasn’t a malfunction.

In the originally pitch-black deep space background, a few points of red light lit up without warning.

The red light was only the size of a needle tip at first, but within a few short seconds, it became blindingly dazzling.

Ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in space, just like a red-hot iron block thrown into cold water.

A strong gravitational wave alarm sounded instantly, the ear-piercing noise almost shattering Old Zhang’s eardrums.

”It’s here...”

Old Zhang’s hand trembled, the thermos cup fell to the ground, and scalding water splashed everywhere, but he felt nothing.

Through the high-magnification optical telescope, he saw those things clearly.

They didn’t look like spaceships at all.

They were pitch-black Gothic spires forcibly pieced together from countless twisted metals.

They lacked any streamlined aesthetic, possessing only a nauseating, ferocious appearance like torture devices.

Every spire was covered in dark red electronic eyes, rotating like living creatures, surveying this vibrant galaxy.

There were seven in total.