Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1625 - 82: Incursion of the Aberrants_2

"I'll take it~" Another man stood up, looking somewhat dazed, but still murmuring something.

Then he filled up his bottle with alcohol again, preparing to raise it high.

The golden liquid in the glass was about to be lifted when a sudden shake caused most of it to spill out. His expression was rather puzzled, but at this moment, he wasn't the only one; many plates and glasses on the tables also slid off, crashing to the ground with a clatter.

"This is..." he slightly opened his mouth wide.

An earthquake? But this is inside a Starship, how could there be an earthquake? If it's not an earthquake, then there's only one possibility.

The Starship is under attack.

Red alert lights lit up throughout the interior of the Starship, and the sharp alarms awakened any members still resting or asleep.

[Enemy attack, entering Level 1 combat status, all crew members please move to combat positions, the dangerous area passages are starting to close...]

[Enemy attack, entering Level 1 combat status, all crew members please move to combat positions, the dangerous area passages are starting to close...]

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A series of mechanical notifications snapped the crew inside the Starship awake instantly. Many started to gulp down anti-intoxication potions, while some High Rank Extraordinary Ones directly evaporated the alcohol from their bodies and expelled it.

Soon, rapid footsteps and the whooshing of air could be heard in the main corridors. These were the Starship's internal small shuttlecraft and combat personnel equipped with exoskeleton armor.

Explosions and vibrations occurred all over the Starship. Some crew members hiding in rest rooms carefully and nervously crouched in small rooms, praying for the quick end of this unexpected event.

The majority of crew members didn't know what was happening, only hearing curses and screams from the public channel on their headsets during the battle, mixed with the incessant sound of bullet fire.

"... Damn the alien species!" Finally, one sentence was clearly heard by the hiding personnel.

Alien species? Many didn't understand this uncommon term, but those who were hiding in the cafeteria quickly learned the source of this term.

Like a flash of blue-purple star cloud light sand, a figure with bizarre butterfly wings sprouting from her back suddenly appeared there. Her body was covered in a thin yet tenacious silver metal armor, concealing her graceful figure, but that wasn't the main point. This unfamiliar figure's eyes quickly scanned the scene, discovering many low-rank crew members hiding here.

"Heh." A cold sneer, slightly tinged with chill, followed by a kaleidoscope-like flow and transformation of colors in her eyes.

These exceptionally strange and enchanting eyes scanned the entire room, causing any crew members who met her gaze to instantly fall into a daze, as if their spirits were sucked into an invisible vortex.

Ten-plus seconds later, each of them fell to the ground, dying with inexplicable smiles on their faces, showing no signs of life.

The surveillance cameras installed in the cafeteria faithfully recorded this scene, and soon many combat personnel arrived, starting a battle with this special 'alien species'.

Amidst an intense burst of flames, bullets swept through densely, but this bizarre figure flickered several times within the cafeteria, dodging the storm of metal bullets, and then instantaneously appeared in front of the combat personnel. Her silvery-purple longsword slashed coldly, slicing these combat members into smooth cuts, leaving them lying in pools of blood.

After resolving the combat personnel in the cafeteria, this bizarre figure continued to flicker and search within the Starship, undoubtedly targeting the heavily guarded holy artifact, the 'Eternal Covenant of Lorania'.

The central main control AI screen inside the Starship began listing the identity information of these intruders, and noted their current positions one by one on the Starship's 3D map.

[Unknown Enemy]

Identity: Newborn Races - Phantom-Eyed Race

Transcendent Profession: Natural Sequence 7·???

Key Characteristics: Space flickering displacement, pupil skill, spiritual erosion, high wave cutting sword blade, Bo Yina metal armor (resistant to laser beams)

Danger Level: Extremely Dangerous (Red), non-Sequence 6 combat personnel should avoid direct confrontation

Countermeasures: High-speed autonomous combat units (Sixth Rank and above), micro-mecha armor, Starship internal defense system, elite combat members (Sixth Rank and above)

In a secluded passage within the Starship, white indicator lights were flashing continuously, and then all the closed hatches on both sides of the passage opened, revealing the silver combat units emitting a cold aura within.

Their form was unique, with multiple leg-like limbs similar to a spider, sharp scythe blades reminiscent of a mantis, and a head equipped with two rows of approximately 12 various-sized round holes as sensory devices, continuously opening and closing, scanning everything around like a spider's eyes.

After activation, these combat units quickly sped towards various locations within the Starship, following the orders from the central main control AI. The seemingly excessive eight legs could leverage against the Starship's numerous passages conveniently, making their movements extremely agile and nimble, their entire bodies resembling afterimages and phantoms.

Since these Phantom-Eyed Race members infiltrated the Starship, they continuously flickered, shuttling to various locations inside, killing the crew members they saw along the way. When encountering opponents too difficult to handle, they wouldn't linger but swiftly moved past, seeking the next target.

Faced with such enemies, the Starship's defensive forces were strained to the point of exhaustion, exposing various vulnerabilities. After all, battling the Newborn Races was something from long ago, and this generation of soldiers lacked sufficient experience.

Fortunately, the central database within the Federation still retained historical data, and those combat units undeterred by illusion techniques and spiritual erosion, with their high-speed reaction capabilities, were precisely the antidote designed for such threats.