Deep Space Scavenging, Hand Over Alien Warships at the Beginning

Chapter 187 Since you’re already here, why don’t you help me wash the floor?”That... Boss.”

In the communication channel, the projection of the Legion Commander of the 33rd Legion flagship, the Dauntless, flickered twice. His voice sounded a bit cautious, even carrying a hint of ingratiation, ”How should we ’clean’ this floor, sir?”

Lin Yuan toyed with the still-pulsing crimson crystal in his hand and carelessly scanned his surroundings.

Although that ”Old Bone” had exploded, the mess it left behind remained. Everywhere, mechanical xenomorphs were bumping into things like headless flies after losing their command, along with those dark red rust stains attached to the wreckage, which were nauseating to look at.

”Does this need to be taught?”

Lin Yuan tucked the crystal into his pocket and pointed at a few stragglers still trying to gnaw on the Earth’s shield, ”I think these things are quite dirty. Since you are idle anyway, let’s have a full-scale cleanup.”

He paused, his tone carrying a bit of self-evident, bandit-like arrogance: ”Remember, I want it clean to the level of ’polished and waxed’. Understand?”

On the bridge of the Dauntless, the holographic projection of the veteran’s body jolted violently.

Although they crossed races and civilizations, as a seasoned soldier, he instantly understood the subtext of this new ”Commander.”

What is a cleanup? That is fire coverage. What is polished and waxed? That is leaving no chicken or dog alive—even the dust must be swept away.

”33rd Legion, all units, listen up!”

The Legion Commander turned abruptly. His projection, which had only been half a body, now erupted with a chilling, murderous aura.

”Disable fire control restrictions! Target: All non-friendly units!”

”Execution code: Purge!”

Boom—!

If the previous round of concentrated fire was just to break the Rust Lord’s arm, then now, this undead fleet that had slept for ten thousand years truly bared its fangs.

There was no probing, not even a single ranging shot.

Tens of thousands of ghost warships adjusted their posture simultaneously. The armor plates on their broadsides opened like fish gills, revealing dense, trypophobia-inducing launch silos.

The next second, the starry sky was lit up. It was not light; it was a curtain of death.

Countless ghost-blue plasma beams wove into an airtight net. Within this net, whether it was the hundreds-of-meters-long mutant destroyers or the fist-sized nanite swarms, everything was vaporized in an instant.

Nothing could stop this heavy-duty legion that had once dominated the galaxy.

They were like a group of neat-freak cleaners using flamethrowers to clear out a cockroach nest.

Inside the Earth Command Center, the enamel mug in Chen Weiguo’s hand hit the floor with a ”clatter,” chipping a piece of paint.

”Good heavens...”

The old general watched the one-sided massacre on the screen—no, this couldn’t even be called a massacre; it was a unilateral formatting.

Those monsters that had previously left Earth in a desperate situation, forcing them to use their lives to fill the gaps, were as brittle as potato chips in front of this undead fleet.

A mechanical giant python that was crazily ramming the Zhurong engine just opened its big mouth to take a bite when it was hit by a dozen crossfire beams simultaneously.

Before the explosion’s fire could even dissipate, it was compressed into a solid iron ball by the subsequent gravity waves.

Less than three minutes.

The starry graveyard, which had been a chaotic mess, went quiet. Except for the metal dust floating in the vacuum, no other moving hostile targets could be found.

”It... it’s over?”

A young chief of staff next to him opened his mouth wide, feeling his worldview hit by dimensional reduction, ”We fought tooth and nail for half a day, and it turns out it was just to warm up for them?”

”Otherwise?” Chen Weiguo gave a bitter smile, pointing at Lin Yuan, who was floating in the center of the fleet with his hands behind his back like a wealthy landlord, ”Don’t look at who brought those troops back.”

Just then, Lin Yuan’s voice cut into the public channel loudly.

”Old Chen, don’t just stand there in a daze. I see a few of our engines seem to be leaking air? It just so happens these brothers have good skills, let them help patch it up.”

Chen Weiguo was stunned: ”Patch? How to patch? These are planetary engines, the parts all have to be from...”