Putting the device floating in the air back into the storage compartment on his handmail, Ankang stood up from the wreckage and carefully removed the surrounding wreckage.

The dim light emanating from some of the surviving emergency lighting equipment, and being reflected by some of the objects that reflected the light in the area, gave the area that had been exposed to space somewhat visible, but the darkness and wreckage were not something to consol.

When it is not clear what is "helping" you, the best option should be to wait for the UN to come to the rescue. A missing soldier rarely gives up, especially when humans have a very big advantage on the cosmic battlefield.

At the same time, there is no doubt that since this kind of bizarre thing has happened, it is not time to think about such practical useless and complacent questions as "what the hell is going on" and "this is not common sense".

So under the premise of the objective existence of this matter, Ankang easily came up with some assumptions, such as that a certain existence that can do this kind of thing will be at least much stronger than itself in terms of electronic warfare, and that it should not be in the hands of the members of this Confederate ship.

Although this seems to be some kind of trap, in this situation with powerful electronic warfare capabilities, whether it is hacking Ankang's computer and destroying his power armor, or mobilizing troops to encircle Ankang in advance, it is a very simple matter. It can even be said that with this ability, they can directly evaporate their health in the universe.

"It's a good idea to wait for help, but you don't want to take it with you."

After talking to himself softly, the power armor completed the self-inspection of the whole system, except for the small problem of the information receiving system just now, the main system of the power armor itself did not have any problems.

Weapons and ammunition. It's relatively sufficient.

Turning off all the external light screens, Ankang walked into a passage that had lost its airtight door.

After a few tenths of a second of darkness, the image becomes visible again.

Although the ship as a whole still maintains a relatively complete structure, from a microscopic point of view, the passage that Ankang is now walking through is dim and scattered with scattered debris or wreckage - most of them are various lighting detection elements and internal defense systems inside the passage, and of course, many of them are floating from other areas in the movement.

In the event that the lighting system is damaged and there is no light in the space. This passage, which is already considered the interior of the ship, is naturally pitch black, and the visibility can even be said to be 0. Naturally, Ankang did not dare to turn on the lighting fixtures that came with the power armor, but there was no need, and other rich detection systems were enough for Ankang to understand almost everything without optical equipment.

The data transmitted by these detectors is processed in real time by the Power Armor and converted into simulated images.

"Darkness, your best friend."

In the long ago, there were many battles in ships and on the ground, and the human infantry had come to this conclusion after a lot of battles.

For the vast majority of cosmic races, darkness will greatly limit their combat effectiveness. Humans are no exception, but now humans are able to minimize this limitation through excellent technology, and when the main combat force becomes a drone. It's basically unrestricted.

He didn't know how strong the civilization of the ship's owners was in the dark, but he was almost certain that the combined combat capabilities of this very typical humanoid life should not be comparable to the humans themselves, especially since the crew members did not seem to be specialized in marine warfare.

As the translation of the Ankang Power Armor progressed, more and more knowledge about this race was acquired by Ankang.

In general, he also learned that the race was a civilization with a relatively strict division of classes and positions.

This kind of civilization is relatively common and easy to develop, they may not be very good individually, but strict organization and discipline can allow them to develop quite good strength and potential.

However, this also makes the skills between classes very clear and dull, and the artisan class, which accounts for the absolute number of crew members, is basically worrying about their combat effectiveness.

Slowly and silently passed through a passage and came to a fork in the road, passing through the detection system. An Kang clearly saw that fifty meters away from him in a straight line, a team of five appeared on the radar in the screen of the tactical helmet.

He jumped slightly, then turned around and attached his entire body to the "ceiling" through the magnetic boots.

Although there is no gravity, there is no distinction between upper and lower in the strict sense. But the concept of "up and down" seems to be very clear from the design of this ship.

It is so large that it is a rare tall passage in a civilization of this level, and its height is almost three times the average height of the average warrior class of this civilization, and it is very delicately decorated. This tall and delicate passage is like a corridor in the manor of a nobleman, and it has a somewhat exotic beauty.

However, this design is easy to fight in the ship, and Ankang feels that those zergs, whether silicon-based or carbon-based, will easily occupy these ships. Space Zerg, who are able to crawl through these passages and move around the ceiling, can easily break through the defenses of the ship's occupants in this wide environment.

Of course. This is rare, if not impossible. However, this time, Ankang's adventurous breakthrough was able to take advantage of this advantage.

Lean down and lean against the ceiling and move slowly, making light movements that don't make a sound. Although the interior of the ship is still in a vacuum except for darkness, given that this race may be sensitive to solid sound transmission and collision, or have instruments that have this function, Ankang still lowers his posture as carefully as possible.

Tens of seconds later. A bright light appeared from around the corner in front of Ankang's eyes.

The beam of light cut through the thick darkness, but due to various factors, this lighting equipment only increased the visibility by a few tens of meters, which was far from the level of brightness.

But for finding supplies that might be usable and for traveling, this level of lighting is still sufficient.

As Ankang expected, these artisans of this race stepped on the "ground" and did not pay any attention to the "ceiling", only occasionally passing by some of the places where the pipes and monitors were located would point the lighting at the "ceiling".

Lurking in their blind spots, An Kang quietly leaned down over the "ceiling" and glanced at the approaching team of five - all of them were standard artisans. The fully enclosed extravehicular spacesuit and the powered and mechanical power arms covering the chest, back and arms are easily recognizable.

And the average height of one meter six or five basically excludes the possibility that this five-person team is a warrior class of this race.

Finally, twelve seconds later, the five-member team passed by Ankang with a big grin, their heads only about 4 meters away from Ankang.

He found an opportunity, and Gao Zhou Bo jumped off the wall and jumped into the middle of the five-person team, and in an instant, the five heads flew up one after another. (To be continued.) )