Super Spender

Chapter 812: Chapter 807: What the Hell Is This_1

Now, the amount of the trade itself was no longer the main concern for both parties, but Finn Lewis didn’t bother with these details. After delegating the matter to Keller and Carissa, Finn Lewis himself actually wandered around the school for quite a long time. After all, he had been attending classes here all along.

“Maybe those pirates were related to me, but not this time,” he thought. Moreover, Finn Lewis also wanted to see just how effective the combat strength of the Insect Species units truly was. Although it seemed that the Insect Species were not particularly suited for space combat, such confrontations were unavoidable in space.

This time, Finn Lewis was curious to witness the combat abilities of the Insect Species for himself.

After instructing his team to contact him immediately once the battle commenced, Finn Lewis stopped paying attention to the matter. Judging by the current progress, he estimated the combat would unfold within a few hours. After making his presence known by taking a turn outside, Finn Lewis returned to his villa.

He didn’t have to wait long, as the battle he sought arrived during the Blue Bird Star’s night. Finn Lewis instantly connected his neural network to Leviathan.

The powerful neural network of Leviathan even allowed Finn Lewis to control and monitor the area within hundreds of thousands of kilometers, like a god surveilling the entire battlefield.

When Finn Lewis’s consciousness attached itself, he discovered that the enemy had not yet appeared. However, he instantly received a telepathic ripple from Carissa, informing him that Leviathan had detected the concentration of jump energy about seventy to eighty thousand kilometers away.

At that moment, the space was densely covered by at least tens of thousands of kingworms. The size of a kingworm was only as large as a small spacecraft, yet its abilities bore some resemblance to Leviathan’s; they too could use their mental networks to transmit combat intentions to Insect Species units. The difference, however, lay in their smaller size, which meant a limited range of transmission. @@novelbin@@

But tens of thousands of kingworms created a vast network that enveloped the area. Finn Lewis had not expected the Insect Species to possess such capabilities.

This was a remote star system, barely considered within the jurisdiction of the Rochefort Clan, but despite its affiliation, the Barren Galaxy’s planets were mostly barren and hardly capable of being transformed into Administrative Stars. These planets were relatively infertile and lacked significant resources worthy of exploitation.

Of course, there were still some basic minerals present, but such minerals could be more easily mined from asteroid belts or meteor fields, far more conveniently than from these planets. As such, without precious minerals, few bothered mining them.

Therefore, this part of space was just a remote system under the Rochefort Clan, which had vast territories, including many Barren Galaxies, especially those on the fringe of the clan’s domain.

Jeremiah Rochefort was also a direct heir of the Rochefort Clan, but he had shown little interest in the position of clan leader since childhood, or rather, he was very aware of himself and his objectives. Although indifferent to the role of clan leader, which spared him confrontations with others, Jeremiah harbored a clear ambition to control the entire military force of the Rochefort Clan. It was often said, “Political power grows from the barrel of a gun,” and while not widely understood throughout the Galactic Federation, it resonated with Jeremiah’s own beliefs.

Naturally, this did not imply any intent of rebellion. By holding military power within the clan, even if he wasn’t the leader, his influence would still be considerable, and the leader would have to consult with him on important matters. Yet this time, while the situation shouldn’t have involved him—deeming it a minor affair, at least in Jeremiah’s mind—he still showed up. His presence was driven by a secret related to the Rochefort Clan, or perhaps a secret of the entire Galactic Federation, known only to a few, and what Jeremiah knew was simple: as the sole nine-star royal family that established the Galactic Federation, would they leave a useless star system to their clan? It was rumored this system was initially the Lewis Family’s earliest domain, so there must certainly be something worth preserving. Of course, whether there were other secrets, Jeremiah didn’t know. That wasn’t his concern.

What he needed to know was that, since this matter was important, he was here. He also had a secret mission this time, which was to inspect Finn Lewis’s territories under the pretext of delivering warships to him and to deploy some reconnaissance satellites.

However, their initial destination was the Aitken Family, and since they had not yet left Rochefort Clan’s domain, there shouldn’t be significant problems. Although Jeremiah had been warned by Gerald that it was very likely they would encounter a pirate group serving the opposition and equipped with a first-class warship.

Nonetheless, Jeremiah was not particularly concerned. So what if there was a first-class warship? His force was equally powerful, and he had the confidence to eliminate the opposition.

This was to be their final jump before reaching the Aitken Family territory, after which they would directly leap into Aitken space, expecting no major issues before then.

Yet, Jeremiah remained on the bridge of his flagship, prepared for any emergency. As there was nothing much to do in his quarters, he chose to stay alert. However, what he hadn’t anticipated was that, while he presumed there wouldn’t be any danger, as soon as the fleet completed the jump, a piercing alarm blared instantaneously.

The sophisticated radar of the first-class warship rapidly scanned the entire galaxy. “Damn it!” Jeremiah, who was lazily sitting in his seat, spat out the drink from his mouth and leapt to his feet, issuing commands before anyone else on the battleship had a chance to react.

“Activate the warship’s shields, charge energy to one hundred percent, fire up the Thunder Hammer defensive system, sound the battle alarm, prepare the fleet for combat, instruct auxiliary ships to retreat, and form a battle formation,” Jeremiah roared almost instantaneously.