Russell's hunch was largely correct, but it was a mistake in time.

Shortly after the Ark of Elysium left, an advance reconnaissance formation consisting of three small frigates loaded with solar sails and singularity reactor batteries quietly entered the galaxy named "Droving" by the Human Empire in a graceful arc.

The Spirit Clan's advance reconnaissance team followed a very standard detection process, and the ship's holographic field generator remained on the whole time, alert for possible threats.

Soon, they discovered the indigenous people living on planets 3 and 4, and called the two planets "Forest World" and "Grassland World".

Like the Ark of Elysium, the Elven Scout team discovered the natives and then sensed the deliberateness of the Delovingne system:

The two planets in such a perfect habitable galaxy are inhabited by the same kind of intelligent creatures that are both in an agrarian society and have no space capabilities, and the genes of such creatures seem to have been edited, and their brain functions are seriously inconsistent with their level of civilization development......

Just knowing this was enough to make the Spirit Scouts on the advance scout ship think of a lot of things.

A young Fudulla Ranger stands in front of the porthole of the Starsail 1 frigate, in front of a forest world covered with verdant greenery, reflecting the mesmerizing beauty of the stars like a jewel.

For the Ark Spirit Clan who wandered the starry sky, there was no more enchanting scenery than this.

In a breathtaking beauty, the Ranger recalls the prophecies he had learned from the prophet Salazar about the future, about hope.

The prophecy came from the common mother of all the spirits, and it was more like a ballad, a lullaby sung to the children than a prophecy:

“…… In the Dream Lost Nebula, there is a continuous cemetery. ”

"It was a transdimensional tomb where an ancient civilization that had died was buried; and a gate to the 'Pure Land'. ”

"It's a carefree pure land."

"There, there is no infinite recourse to Slaanesh, and the dead no longer have to commit themselves to the infinite circuit, leaving the soul cold and numb."

"There, there is no eternal flame of war, and children can sleep peacefully in their mother's arms."

"...... there"

The rangers sang softly, and the Starsail I frigate crossed the forest world towards the orange star in the center of the galaxy, while Starsail II and Starsail III hovered over the two habitable planets, respectively.

The division of labor of the advance reconnaissance team is very clear, and while Starsail 1 went to investigate the large mechanical device located in the core of the galaxy, the rest of the team also began to investigate the natives of the planet.

In addition to the two logistics personnel who stayed in orbit, the Ranger Brigade in the frigate quickly parachuted into the planet and quietly infiltrated the still backward indigenous tribes.

The leader of the Spirit Ranger led his warriors into pieces, quickly dispersed into hundreds of squads, skillfully hiding in all corners of the indigenous tribes, hiding their traces and patiently observing the daily life of these backward natives.

Even in the course of observation, the Rangers tried to cautiously use a tiny fraction of their psionic energy to spy on their voices.

This is something that the proud spirits could never do, but they must do it now.

Prophet Salazar learned from his mother's prophecy that in order to gain access to and control the Pure Land, the Elves needed to find a mysterious 'key' scattered somewhere in the starry sky.

The 'key' was made by the ancient civilization buried in this cemetery, and the indigenous aborigines in front of them, who were even more barbaric and vulgar than human monkeys, were the remnants of the dead civilization.

The Elven thought that from these natives, they might be able to get some clues about the "key".

However, the degeneration of this ancient civilization is far more degraded than the Spirit Rangers expected.

After several observations of planetary rotation cycles, hundreds of Ranger squads scattered among various indigenous tribes found nothing.

In the process, they quietly kidnapped many indigenous villagers for brainwashing, but from the brains of these barbarians, all the spirit race could extract was a large number of repetitive and boring meaningless memories about sunrise and sunset.

If it weren't for the remnants of genetic modification in their bodies, the Spirit Clan warriors would even think that these natives were not the last descendants of some ancient civilization, but the real barbarian natives.

The two Fdolla Ranger brigades, which were responsible for investigating the Forest World and the Prairie World, exchanged information with each other, and learned that the other party had found nothing like himself.

In the spirit of not returning empty-handed, the scattered and lurking Ranger squads traveled to the indigenous tribes to capture some of the leaders known as the Chieftains, and prepared to bring them back to the Ark World to continue the next step of the investigation.

Subsequently, the two brigades of Rangers completed their assembly at the landing site where they came, waiting for the arrival of the evacuation transport.

But as the summoning signal was issued, time passed minute by minute, and the transport plane never arrived.

Just as they were about to signal again to the people who were operating the frigate to stay on track, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.

"What's the sound—"

What happened next was that even the spirit race's nervous system, which was far more efficient and precise than humans, could not react in time.

It was the sound of cannons, deafening loud cannons.

The high-speed whirling warhead of destruction descended from the sky with unstoppable momentum, and the brave and skilled Fudulla Rangers quickly dispersed their formation to let the cannon shoot down.

They dodged the first shelling, but it didn't make much sense.

Because the sound of dense artillery is resounding from every direction, blazing plasma, high-speed rotating magnetic railbombs, and fish-like repeating grenades...... Massive attacks came from every direction, instantly flooding the glade where the Rangers were, making them realize that they were surrounded.

This sudden attack was so ferocious, and the dense firepower covered even with the agility of the Spirit Clan, and the Ranger Brigade paid heavy casualties in only one wave.

The clearing they had been standing on had been ploughed open in less than ten seconds by overwhelming fire, the soil had been ploughed out from the depths of the earth with white smoke, and the scorched ground was littered with severed limbs and severed arms—the Elven Rangers had to abandon the indigenous chieftains they had kidnapped in order to avoid the attack.

When the first wave of attacks ended, the rumbling sound of machinery running sounded from the dense forest, and the invisible field covering the mech dissipated, and the spirit finally saw the true face of the sneak attacker.

It was a gigantic silver-white humanoid machine, the muzzles of the giant's shoulders and waist still firing, scorching and distorting the air around it.

“…… Titans? ”

Why is there advanced combat equipment of the Titan level on this indigenous planet?

Before the remaining elves could figure this question out, another Iron Giant emerged from the invisible field.

This was followed by the third, and then the fourth...... The verdant forests were quickly replaced by cold metal, and as far as the eye could see, there was a jungle of steel made up of titan giants, enveloping them in layers, without a single firepower.

"Honored, Alien, we've dispatched 90 Warlord-level Titans to cleanse your filthy lives......"