NOVGO.NET Chapter 1281 - 727: Betrayed by My Own Kind
Chapter 1281: Chapter 727: Betrayed by My Own Kind
Zelnos Blood Curse is now one hundred percent certain that he has been set up.
Betrayed by his own kind.
That’s not surprising. Among the Dark Spirit Race, setting each other up is all too common.
No other race’s internal struggles are as severe as those of the Dark Spirit Race, with their endless treachery.
But this time, he really couldn’t figure out who had set him up.
It’s not because there were no suspects, but because there were too many.
Was it someone within the Blood Curse Family who didn’t want to see him achieve merit? Someone he had offended, taking this chance to get at him?
Or was it another family outside the Blood Curse Family, trying to ruin the Blood Curse, and got him involved?
Any of these were possible.
But whoever did it this time, and whatever their motives, they indeed drove him to a dead end.
He led a team through the Veil Spirit Gate into the Real Universe, got blocked on this side, and the Veil Spirit Gate was also destroyed, but this wasn’t really the issue.
At worst, it would be a game of hide and seek, and he’d find somewhere to build another one.
A sixty-meter diameter Veil Spirit Gate is essentially just a beacon, not hard to build, and his ship had the equipment, materials, and manpower.
The challenge was opening the gate, which required tortured souls.
But even that wasn’t a concern. If they didn’t dare to raid well-guarded convoys, they could send small boats or landing crafts, using superb stealth technology to sneak onto a human planet’s surface, attacking villages or the lower cities of human Nest Capitals, they’d always be able to abduct people.
According to his experience, most of the time they could pull off these raids without anyone noticing. The local human governments couldn’t even stop them, and it usually took a long time for them to realize there had been a massive disappearance of people.
Sometimes they never realized it at all.
When a few thousand, or ten thousand, people went missing in the lower districts of Nest Capitals… was that not just a normal fluctuation?
But the Alliance taught him a lesson.
When he attempted a raid, he indeed succeeded, the Dark Spirit Race’s stealth technology was excellent, bypassing the planet’s defense systems.
The most dangerous phase had passed, and the rest should have been simple.
Based on past experience, he chose an unremarkable poor area, abducted over three thousand people, and was about to make his escape.
Yet just then, a major problem occurred: they were discovered!
Even though they had safely passed the most dangerous landing phase, how were they discovered during the abduction?
Later, he realized it was his past experience that misled him: the Alliance’s control and management at the grassroots level was simply not comparable to that of typical Empire Worlds.
When a hundred people went missing, the grassroots reacted; when grassroots officials disappeared, the higher-ups raised alarms; when a thousand people vanished, the area’s officials were sweating in panic, fearing great responsibility…
Of course, at that stage, they still hadn’t realized the enemy was the Dark Elves, but assumed some pest infestation had occurred again.
The local Planet Defense Army was the first to respond and was predictably defeated by them.
The combat prowess of the Dark Spirit Race was formidable. Their population among the various freaks of the universe is pitifully scarce. If their individual combat ability was lacking, that would be absurd.
Not to mention the real darklings, even the blood-slaves modified and controlled using flesh technology by the darklings, along with the interstellar mercenaries loitering around Comoros, working for the darklings, possess quite formidable combat capabilities.
But low numbers remained an issue.
This was not their home turf; being contained would spell disaster.
Thus, despite military superiority, they were forced to abandon their spoils and retreat rapidly.
As they returned to their vessels, they encountered a truly difficult enemy: the stationed Alliance troops on the planet arrived.
These were actual Alliance Army units.
Under the persistent investment of Gift Points by Gu Hang, the nurturing military industrial scale of the burgeoning Alliance, and the baptism of numerous wars and victories, the Alliance Army had grown increasingly powerful. They had combat ability surpassing that of ordinary Empire Star Realm Army, leaving a strong impression on Zelnos.
His blood-slave units and mercenary troops composed of various alien species, when faced with an equal number of the Alliance Army, were pushed back in defeat.
Zelnos had to send out his true elites—his pure-blood guard.
These Dark Spirit Race warriors, armed with guns, blades hanging from their waists, clad in entirely black battle armor, were lethal battlefield killers. Although they numbered only in the hundreds, they served as the equivalent of Interstellar Warriors, swiftly crushing the vanguard of the two Alliance regiments.
With their assistance, the main force was finally covered and successfully returned to their ships.
The Dark Elves who dodged anti-airfire and fled the planet’s surface not only gained nothing from this journey but also suffered significant losses.
More crucially, their location was entirely exposed, and they were delayed on the ground for a substantial amount of time.
Before they could escape too far, the human pursuit fleet arrived.
They could only play cat and mouse with these human fleets in the vast Star Sea.
After much difficulty shaking them off to a sufficient distance, they accelerated to a jump point, preparing to leap to another star system, only to suddenly sense a human fleet emerging from the jump point merely an hour or two away.
They had no choice but to turn and flee again.
The longer they were delayed, the more human fleets arrived.
At this moment, Zelnos was actually still not that panicked.
Although he didn’t capture enough population nor had space to set up a Veil Spirit Gate, meaning they had almost no way to return alive.
However, they could still return dead.
Since he knew those humans might possess a means to sever the soul connection between the Dark Spirit Race and Comoros, Zelnos certainly wouldn’t let himself fall into their hands.
Being captured was worse than ending himself.
At worst, he could endure a period of void, eventually being resurrected in Comoros by the Blood伶人 holding onto a soul box. Although it meant losing all the blood slaves, the entire raiding fleet, and paying a hefty resurrection fee to the Blood伶人…
Yet, ultimately, he would survive and return.
But the most terrifying thing happened just then: they suddenly couldn’t feel their connection with Comoros.
Not only him, but all Dark Spirit Race members experienced the same.