Rather than saying the warship itself exploded, it would be more accurate to describe it as being forcibly pushed away by a dim magnetic field halo. Furthermore, because the material of the ship's hull was durable, what people saw with the naked eye wasn't the ship blowing up but disintegrating on its own. Moreover, there was almost no fatal damage. If the fragments of the ship were fully collected, humans could even completely restore it with existing technology.

The difference lay in the fact that the mysterious magnetic field hadn't completely dissipated; it was no longer as unstable as at the beginning but now presented as a radiation state covering the surface of satellite #8, enveloping the entire surface of the satellite.

Also, because it spread over a wide area, according to current observations, this dark energy radiation had even weakened a little compared to the initial stages. In other words, if Level 2 genetic planners went to investigate at this time, the damage to their bodies would only be weaker than before. Of course, this weakening was only to a certain degree and did not change the fact that ordinary people could also approach satellite #8 rashly.

"Mr. Blade, could this be what Feng Yi mentioned…" Yita said, sounding somewhat uncertain.

"Very likely," the Blade Warrior frowned in response. According to translations by Eggy, there indeed existed a seal inside the mysterious warship that was not understood by humans. The warship itself might just be one of the grafting points for sealing the "bizarre," and there was nothing unusual about the warship itself. The unusual part involved several doors linked with unknown dimensions, and it was unknown whether there were dangers below.

At that moment, Angelina suddenly burst into the room, "Miss Blade Warrior, I would like to ask for your assistance with the investigation of this ground operation."

"Assist on ground investigation?"

"Yes, shuttles from various countries are already approaching the ground quickly, and our military is also rushing there."

"Why me?"

Angelina smiled, "Let's not beat around the bush. I believe you are also very interested in this warship. To be frank, our military needs combat power like yours. Nations are racing against each other to seize the resources left by this warship; a step late, and the resources will have been snapped up by others."

"Why don't we send more manpower to race for it instead of just these dozen or so warships?"

"Naive. Do you really think this resource conflict will end peacefully?"

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Angelina briefly explained that our military's soldiers were also lives, and ordinary people simply could not reach this area. Only Level 2 genetic evolvers could safely enter and exit. That's why, in reality, all the personnel on these dozen or so warships were Level 2 genetic planners. Also, because of the Sky Eye blocking function on satellite #8, we could observe the disintegration of this massive warship but could not detect the status of the exploratory personnel aboard.

In other words, almost none of the communication equipment you carry on satellite #8 works; most electronic devices have no effect. In other words, nobody knows what you are doing up there. The current state of satellite #8 is essentially a survival-of-the-fittest battleground.

In the face of interests, humans are selfish. Even if we are not selfish, we cannot guarantee that other forces will not strike us. Since we are tied to this chariot, and you also want to obtain due resources, assisting the Federation in battle is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

For the current Federation, the significance of combat personnel is even far greater than the resources themselves. Only the living can obtain resources, and the appearance of the Blade Warrior undoubtedly adds a bargaining chip to the Federation. The amount of that chip depends on whether other forces dare to make a move against you. Additionally, with Sky Shadow Angelina and several other First-Order combatants on our side, if other forces are not foolish, they will generally not make a move against the Federation, making it a no-lose proposition.

Blade Warrior's mouth was already agape in an O shape, not expecting such a bloody and brutal truth lurking beneath the surface exploration. It could be said that whether it was Angelina, Sky Shadow, or even more people, whose hands were clean? They had all killed and seen blood, but Blade Warrior truly hadn't done that, at least since her consciousness had evolved this was the case, including Yita. Although they all had First-Order combat capabilities, not having killed meant not having killed.

"Oh hahaha... But, can we opt for a peaceful way instead? Or maybe give me a little more time to think?" the Blade Warrior said with an awkward smile.

"Of course," Angelina replied as she turned and walked out of the room. Her footsteps paused slightly before she left, saying, "Time doesn't choose anyone, but I hope the resources that belong to you won't be taken away."

Angelina's figure gradually faded away, and the sound of her footsteps vanished at the end of the corridor, the Blade Warrior fell into silence...

"Sir, shall we take action? The Space Crystal is crucial for you, and going now still gives us hope."

Going was, of course, necessary; not fighting was the key. She wanted to be a good person, but... the Blade Warrior was not unaware of the magnetic fields above. She and Yita were both somewhat inclined towards intelligence, differing in that she had developed intellect hundreds of years earlier, making her fundamentally no different from a normal person. The difference lay in whether such magnetic fields could interfere with her and Yita, which was the main issue. At the very least, she should have brought some protective helmet or something, but she hadn't prepared any anti-magnetic devices before coming.

Amidst swirling thoughts, the Blade Warrior suddenly thought of Eggy. Right, why was that guy unaffected? If Eggy was fine, then she and Yita could also essentially rule out this possibility, and thinking this, the Blade Warrior snapped her fingers.

On the ground of Satellite 8, the Federal Exploration Troops had already continuously landed, and the several major forces, tacitly understanding each other, chose to maintain a certain distance. The advantage was that they wouldn't meet immediately, for meeting could lead to skirmishes. Of course, no one was foolish enough to die senselessly in this forsaken place when they could enjoy government subsidies and reach the pinnacle of life after completing this mission. Why go to such lengths?

Naturally, most of the people harboring this kind of thought belonged to the very average Level 2 gene planners, whereas in the eyes of First-Order and Rank 2 warriors, money held little significance. Those who came here did so for challenges, to carry out missions out of necessity, or simply pursued a thrill from a twisted psychology.

Just after disembarking from the transporter on the federal side, many people started pulling out old-fashioned fuel cars from the Space Crystals; these transportation means were not restricted by the magnetic field.

Since the disintegrator warships were scattered across various parts of Satellite 8, to enhance efficiency, everyone had to split up temporarily to search, fortunately, the satellite itself wasn't very large, being just a fraction of Earth's size.

"We'll divide and proceed according to the original plan," Sky Shadow said.

A middle-aged man, looking around 40, shook his head, suggesting it was unwise to split up. As the saying goes, many hands make light work—a single chopstick is easily broken, but ten require some effort. This group of over a hundred people was strong together, no matter the opposition faced. Once spread out into small groups, while exploration efficiency might improve, the survival rate could drastically decrease.

Frankly, part of the team came with the mindset of making a quick buck—they weren't taking money from ordinary people. It's all paid for by the profits of others. Why put themselves in danger unnecessarily?

"Angelina, what do you think?" Sky Shadow asked again.

"I suggest we split into groups, but not too sparsely, so we can both enhance exploration efficiency and have some safety. Everyone can stay in touch via radio to ensure small-scale coordination and at least two teams can respond to each other for mutual assistance."

A man with a cigarette between his lips laughed, "If those guys really start something, I don't believe my gun can't handle them."

Sky Shadow gave the ignorant fellow a cold look and didn't bother to respond further. Even if he encountered a Rank 2 warrior, even though a Rank 2 warrior's body might not withstand bullet damage, they could still anticipate the shooter's movements and dodge the bullets beforehand. Of course, that was just at Rank 2; moving up a level, one could even catch bullets by hand.

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