Zhao Chen looked at Akatong, who had taken off her mask.
On the left side of her forehead was a red horn, and there was also one on the right, but it was a broken horn, looking as if it had been cut off by some sharp object.
The part of her right cheek covered by the mask was not much different from # Nоvеlight # her left, also having some black stripes.
It seemed the mask was specifically to cover the red horn on Akatong's forehead.
Red horn... black Texture on her cheek...
A piece of knowledge from his time at the North Star Starship Military Academy surfaced in Zhao Chen's mind.
The Demon Race, inherently possessing strong combat abilities, was once known as a naturally warlike race. Their species was similar to humans, but they had natural horns and irregular black patterns on their bodies.
"You are from the Demon Race?" Zhao Chen asked.
Akatong nodded: "Yes, I originally belonged to the Demon Race, but due to certain reasons, my parents' branch of the family was hunted down and fled the Demon Race.
Decades ago, they wandered to this area of the Galactic Alliance."
"Wandered over? I've read records that the Demon Race's Starfleet once appeared in the Galactic Alliance's territory, but for some unknown reason, they never appeared again," Zhao Chen inquired curiously.
"The place where the Demon Race lives is very far from here, if calculated by direction.
The Mechanical Race is right in the middle of the two, making a single voyage very difficult. Plus, the Demon Race is constantly fighting its natural enemies.
It's similar to the relationship between your Galactic Alliance and the Mechanical Race. Naturally, they don't have time to get involved in affairs of other distant universes.
This is also why my parents chose to flee here.
Because here, as long as we disguise our horns, basically no one will recognize us as the Demon Race," Akatong said.
So Akatong had such a story.
"Report, the target Starport has been completely controlled by us. Big Eye Wang, the leader of the slave traders, has been captured by our mech squad and is on his way!" Lilith reported from the side.
"End the battle as soon as possible. They should have sent out a distress signal to their master behind the scenes earlier. We must quickly finish the battle and evacuate from here," Zhao Chen ordered.
He then looked at Akatong next to him: "We'll talk more about your matter when we get back. You continue with your work for now."
Akatong looked at the Commander, a little stunned.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Chen looked at Akatong's somewhat surprised expression.
"You... you're not blaming me? I... I hid from you... that I'm from the Demon Race..." Akatong asked cautiously.
Zhao Chen chuckled: "What's the problem with that? Everyone has their own secrets. I just need to know that you, Akatong, are diligently working for me.
It has nothing to do with whether you are from the Demon Race or whether you have horns on your head."
"But... the Galactic Alliance... has always been wary of us. Ever since the Demon Starfleet visited and then disappeared a long time ago.
Our Demon Race has become one of the interstellar races they closely monitor and search for," Akatong said with a bitter smile: "That's also why I wear a mask and disguise my identity."
Zhao Chen shrugged and said: "It's understandable that the Galactic Alliance would be wary of such a mysterious existence as the Demon race, for their own security. There's nothing wrong with that.
But I trust you, because you, Akatong, are now my crew member."
After speaking, he tapped Akatong's head and urged: "Alright, hurry up and get to work. I don't care if you're some Demon Race or not, if you slack off on the job, your salary will be deducted."
Finally, Zhao Chen didn't forget to tease her.
Feeling that Zhao Chen's attitude towards her hadn't changed at all, Akatong smiled.
This was the first time she had smiled so happily since putting on her mask.
It turned out that in this land, there really were people who didn't mind their existence at all.
"Yes, Commander!" Akatong said seriously, then returned to her post.
The battle was still ongoing, but it was now nearing its end.
Under the repeated devastation of the T3 Blizzard, T2 Snow Mastiff, T2 Black Rhino, and the overwhelming Interstellar Fighter and Interstellar Drone Swarm, the slave traders' Starfleet could no longer hold on.
They gradually lost the will to fight and began to flee.
Today was different from the past. Zhao Chen had enough Interstellar Warship to encircle and annihilate these fleeing enemy Interstellar Warship.
After all, in terms of speed, who could outrun the T3 Blizzard?
"Offer terms of surrender to the enemy ships. Tell them that any Interstellar Warship that shut down their interstellar engines and surrender will not be destroyed," Zhao Chen told Lilith.
"Yes," Lilith immediately relayed the order.
Subsequently, the Xiaolong Fleet's surrender announcement echoed on the public channel of this star sector.
This led to a large number of Interstellar Warship beginning to surrender. After all, they couldn't win the fight, and they couldn't escape, so they could only surrender obediently, seeking a glimmer of hope!
At this very moment, three people, confined in a cage, had been transferred to the shuttle hangar of the T3 Phoenix-class Heavy Carrier Starship.
"Lilith, I'll leave things here to you for now.
Collect as many Interstellar Transport Ships as possible. After the battle ends, transfer all the rescued slaves to the transport ships," Zhao Chen told Lilith.
"Yes," Lilith said.
Then Zhao Chen looked at Akatong: "We should go meet our three opponents. I estimate they're still completely bewildered by this sudden battle.
At least, let's make sure they die with understanding."
Akatong nodded.
Soon, Zhao Chen and Akatong arrived outside the hangar where the three 'prisoners' were being held.
Before even entering the hangar, a sharp shout could be heard.
"I'm warning you! We have His Highness the Second Prince and His Highness the Third Prince of the Starlight Empire behind us! If you dare to do anything to us.
The Second Prince and Third Prince will not let you off easily!" Zhao Chen looked over. The speaker was a scrawny man.
Zhao Chen had seen the data. This person was the second-in-command of this group of slave traders, nicknamed Skinny Monkey.
To his left and right were Big Eye Wang, the leader, and Third Scarface.
The appearance of Zhao Chen and Akatong also attracted the attention of these three.
Especially Zhao Chen, because Zhao Chen was the only male they had seen since arriving here.
But upon seeing Akatong next to Zhao Chen, their initial confusion quickly turned into surprise.
"You are Akatong of the Bloody Mary Mercenary Group!" Third Scarface was the first to recognize the identity of the woman before them.
Because Akatong was not wearing her mask at this moment, although they didn't recognize her identity immediately, when they saw the very symbolic sword at her waist.
That's when they recognized her as Akatong.
"Didn't expect us to meet here, did you?
When you ordered the massacre of my Bloody Mary Mercenary Group's headquarters, you never imagined you'd have a day like this, did you!" Akatong gripped her sword hilt, her eyes full of rage.
