Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1311: Rescue and Retribution

"This time, we brought many new humans," the lead Mecha stated. "How many troops do you have stationed on this planet? We need to ensure they can maintain control."

The commander didn’t sense anything amiss and answered confidently, "No worries, sir! We have a million troops stationed on this planet—enough to keep a billion humans in line. The radiation has long since weakened them. They’re incapable of resistance."

"Take us there."

Just as the lead Mecha spoke, a furious roar erupted from the distance.

"Damn bitch, what do you think you’re doing?"

Along with the voice came the sharp crack of a whip that was striking flesh again and again.

Even without seeing it, one could imagine the gruesome sight of torn skin and open wounds.

As they quickly approached, they saw an alien mercilessly whipping a woman who appeared to be in her fifties or sixties.

The whip had small barbed hooks, tearing through her clothing and flesh alike.

Her agonized screams filled the air as she muttered something under her breath.

"Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"

Her son was the only thing keeping her alive.

Without him, she had no will to continue living.

At that moment, a towering Mecha strode forward and grabbed the alien’s wrist mid-swing.

The alien turned around in surprise, only to see a Cosmorite Mecha standing before him. "My lord?"

With a slight twist of the Mecha’s grip, the alien’s entire arm was ripped from its socket.

Before anyone could react, the other aliens suddenly collapsed, motionless.

The base commander was stunned.

He hadn’t even grasped what had happened before he found himself standing alone—his entire squad had been wiped out.

"You’re not our superiors... Who are you?" he finally realized, but it was already too late.

The enslaved humans stared at this scene in confusion.

They couldn’t understand why the aliens were attacking their own kind.

It was satisfying to witness, but none of them dared to celebrate.

Internal conflict between the aliens wouldn’t change their situation.

"Are you alright?"

The cockpit of the Mecha opened, and Amalia leaped down, approaching the injured woman.

This woman was the mother of the little boy taken yesterday.

She was actually only in her early thirties, but a year of grueling labor in this hellish place had aged her into the likeness of a frail old woman. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Her eyes were blank, lost in the depths of despair.

She hadn’t recovered from the loss of her son.

Even if the heavens themselves collapsed before her, she might not react.

"Where is your son?" Amalia asked.

She flipping her palm open and channeling a surge of blue energy into the woman’s body.

It was her long-lost water-type healing technique.

After arriving in the Mystic Void Continent, Amalia had been unable to use it due to the different cultivation system.

But now, for the first time in ages, she used it again.

These words finally pierced through the woman’s haze.

Her dull eyes regained focus for a brief moment before she completely broke down.

"My son... The aliens took him to the research base yesterday! Please, I beg you, bring him back to me!"

A "research base"—the name alone made it clear what it was.

It was most likely, a place for inhumane experiments.

Amalia’s expression darkened. "Where is this research base? Take me there."

Of course, none of the enslaved humans knew the location.

Amalia’s words were directed at the only alien still alive—the base commander.

Only now did the alien realize the truth.

These people weren’t his superiors.

They were humans.

After being stunned for a moment, the alien suddenly sneered. "You think just a handful of you can take on our million-strong army? Keep dreaming."

Without hesitation, Kenny Lin invaded his mind, forcibly extracting information.

This time, they got lucky.

They found the answers they needed.

When the alien was finally released, his eyes had turned completely white.

He was still alive, but his mind had been wiped clean—he was now nothing more than a fool.

"Got it. I know where it is." Kenny Lin tossed the alien aside like a discarded rag.

The loud thud was like a switch flipping.

The enslaved humans suddenly snapped out of their daze.

These people had killed the aliens without hesitation.

Who else could they be but fellow humans?

"Are we... Are we finally saved?"

Most of them still felt as if they were dreaming.

Their voices trembled, their unfocused eyes searching for reassurance.

After communicating briefly with Nazir in her small world, Amalia transported the enslaved humans there, sparing them the trouble of staying behind to manage them.

The people in her small world could handle it for her instead.

Some of the newcomers were baffled by the sudden disappearance of an entire group of people, but the veterans had seen it all before.

Under Kenny Lin’s lead, they split into two groups.

Kenny Lin took General Rafiq and a squad of soldiers to the research base, while Amalia led Khalil and the others to the remaining mining sites.

This mining planet indeed housed a million alien troops, spread across more than a dozen different mining zones, ensuring that no human could escape.

The reason they stationed such a massive force here was simple—this planet contained an abundance of rare minerals.

Its resources were so vast that its value surpassed that of any other mining planet by more than tenfold.

The aliens had deployed at least a hundred million humans to this mining planet.

However, due to the losses over the past two months and the lack of new transports replenishing their numbers, many of them had died.

Although their numbers had dwindled, they still remained vast.

Amalia extended her spiritual conscious outward, scanning the landscape.

Everywhere she reached, she saw nothing but human figures—so densely packed that there wasn’t a single empty space in sight.

From above, they looked like a swarm of ants, tirelessly carrying materials into the mines.