Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1309: Chains of Despair

Kenny Lin watched their emotional reactions and couldn’t help but think, My wife is truly impressive.

Amalia had other motivations, yet here they were, moved to tears.

At first, Amalia had indeed planned to find the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth members right away.

But upon learning that Hsu Ziyan was bound for Planet Neo-Shengis, she was no longer in a hurry.

Planet Neo-Shengis wasn’t going anywhere.

The human captives, on the other hand, couldn’t afford to wait.

With each passing day, countless of them might be dying.

Of course, Amalia had another reason—rescuing these people now would only make them even more grateful to her.

She had never hidden her true intentions.

She was no saint in the purest sense.

"Let’s go. We don’t have much time," Amalia said, offering no further explanation.

"But how will we find the planet where the aliens are holding them?"

"The Crimson Moon Dynasty frequently sends military scouts to monitor the Andarion Star System. They should have some idea. Once we’re back on the battleship, I’ll ask them."

Indeed, the Crimson Moon Dynasty had some intelligence, though they didn’t know the exact location.

They only had a rough idea.

"The coordinates point to a location far from the great black hole. The aliens must have transported them from elsewhere. One of their main objectives is likely forcing them to mine resources."

Amalia caught onto the phrasing—"one of their objectives." She asked, "Then what’s the second?"

"I’m not sure," the other replied. "But I’ve heard rumors that the aliens might be conducting experiments. We once sent a military unit to investigate, but the aliens had the area heavily guarded. Their defenses were so tight that we couldn’t get in at all."

After cutting off communication with the Crimson Moon Dynasty, Amalia ordered Officer Khan to change the course. "Let’s go. We’re heading to these coordinates."

The fleet of battleships briefly regrouped before splitting off again.

A silver battleship pivoted, adjusting its course in the opposite direction.

Onboard an alien battleship, a Solaryx men approached Lord Xel’Markos and Prince Sol’Rae.

"Your Highness, my lord, the armies from various star systems of the Andromeda Universe have entered. Should we notify them to tighten security around those planets?"

Sol’Rae glanced at Xel’Markos, thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No need. Let them be."

"But the humans will definitely go there to rescue their people. If we set up an ambush, we might be able to wipe them out in one strike," the subordinate suggested, sounding reluctant to pass up the opportunity.

"That depends on who goes," Sol’Rae said wisely. "If it’s those two, it won’t matter how alert we are. It would be useless."

Xel’Markos nodded approvingly. "His Highness is right. Our focus is not on the humans right now—it’s Planet Neo-Shengis."

Sol’Rae hesitated before asking, "Uncle Xel’Markos, are we certain that Planet Neo-Shengis has what we’re looking for?"

"The prophecy of the Forseer has never been wrong. We searched the Andromeda Universe for two years, and only Planet Neo-Shengis in the Andarion Star System matches the prophecy."

"I hope so." Sol’Rae looked worried.

Xel’Markos spoke with gravity, "It must be. We can’t afford to wait. Your father can’t afford to wait. The Scaldriths and the Umbrathari Clan can’t afford to wait."

Sol’Rae’s eyes suddenly turned red. "I don’t understand why we have to face something like this. This isn’t how it should be!"

"There’s no point in asking why. All we can do now is find a way to fix it." Xel’Markos sighed, then patted Sol’Rae’s shoulder lightly. "Alright, don’t dwell on it too much. We might have a tough battle ahead—those humans are almost certainly targeting Planet Neo-Shengis as well."

"Yes, Uncle." Sol’Rae straightened himself, regaining his composure. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Meanwhile, at a base abandoned by the alien royal family, deep beneath the endless mountain ranges, frail human prisoners hunched over, struggling to carry heavy loads back and forth through the rocky terrain.

In this dark, sunless prison, they had long lost sight of hope.

Their eyes reflected a world of black and gray, devoid of color.

Alien guards with fierce, predatory faces cracked their whips at the human workers, striking without hesitation if anyone lagged behind.

The whips landed with sharp, agonizing snaps.

Anyone struck had no choice but to keep moving—falling to the ground would only invite even crueler torment.

Suddenly, the air split with the crack of a black whip, lashing across the back of a young woman.

She gasped in pain, her fingers trembling so violently that she lost her grip on the heavy rock she was carrying.

Letting out a piercing scream, she clutched her face where the whip had struck, the wound stretching down to her neck.

The torn flesh oozed black-red blood and pus.

"Get up! Stop playing dead!" An alien guard strode over and kicked her forcefully.

The kick landed right on her wound, and she howled in agony.

Annoyed by her cries, the alien guard delivered over a dozen more vicious kicks until she could no longer make a sound.

Barely conscious, her body twitched occasionally—proof that she was still alive.

Just as the guard raised his whip for another strike, another alien stopped him.

"That’s enough. Don’t kill them too easily. Humans are dying in droves every day, and we still need them to mine for us."

The whip-wielding alien scoffed, spat on the wounded woman, and dragged her away, tossing her aside like garbage.

If she survived, she would be forced back to work.

If not, her body would wither into a dried husk—just another corpse left to decay.

In the midst of this horror, a small human boy turned to his mother and asked, "Mom, when will we leave this place?"

His mother held him tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

The boy patted her back gently. "Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll protect you."

"Hurry up! Get moving!" An alien, impatient with the slowing pace, stomped over.

The boy’s mother immediately grabbed his hand and hurried forward, not daring to say another word.