There were two kinds of warriors in the world. One fought with combat skills, and the other fought with their lives!
Han Lang's iron fist smashed the ground, containing his understanding of life.
This punch was earth-shattering! It triggered a tsunami-like effect!
Rumble ~
The training room that Zong Wudao had just rebuilt collapsed. The thick alloy steel plates began to crack, and the walls began to collapse. It even affected the existence of the castle itself.
Not long after, when Zong Wudao looked at the ancient castle again, he noticed that it looked as if it had been smashed by a sledgehammer. Half of the ancient castle had completely collapsed, and it also looked like a shocking beast had bitten off half of the ancient castle.
Zong Wudao was an expert. At the last moment, he escaped with Black Night and Wu Yun. When they returned to the ground, they saw Han Lang in the ruins, motionless, like a statue full of power, maintaining his attacking posture at the last moment.
Wu Yun opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Zong Wudao waved his hand and frowned, "Say no more! Let me say it. Han Lang's Earth Splitting Hammer contained the power of his faith. He succeeded! "
Phew ~
Han Lang, who was like a statue, stood up and let out a long breath. The anger in his eyes gradually faded, and he returned to his usual smiling face.
"Sorry, there are some things that I can't help but get excited when I think about it, so I was a bit heavy-handed." Han Lang shrugged and said to the three old men.
Zong Wudao and the others did not care about the collapse of the castle, nor were they curious. This was not the first time. When Han Lang was comprehending the Heavenly Dao, he had once punched through the roof of the castle, but it was not as violent as this time.
After all, it was the Earth Dao, which was a level higher than the Heavenly Dao. When Han Lang attacked, the degree of violence was also increased.
Black Night said disapprovingly, "It's okay. It's just a house. I don't need money. While you are away, I can ask him to build a sturdy training room, so that we don't have to repair it every day."
Han Lang was stunned. He pointed at himself and asked, "I'm leaving? Why didn't I know about this? "
.....
In the cave of Wuyun, Han Lang saw the last video sent by Old Mo the Skinner.
On the screen, Old Mo opened the instant messaging app nervously. He looked around and said in a low voice, "I have good news for you. I've found a magical place, and maybe I'm getting closer to my dream!"
Bang!
Bang!
As soon as Old Mo finished his words, several loud noises came from the sound-collecting device. Old Mo's room shook, and the things on the table fell down.
"The crust of this planet is not stable. It might be an earthquake. I'll go out and have a look." After saying that, Old Mo pushed the chair away and walked out of the room.
A few seconds later, the instant communication seemed to be cut off. The screen was full of snowflakes, and Old Mo never came back.
Han Lang frowned slightly and asked, "When did this happen?"
"Three days ago, when you were in the training room," Zong Wudao said in a low voice, "We didn't want to disturb you, so we didn't tell you."
Han Lang shook his head and said, "I've met Old Mo before. He's a very cautious person. The last time he came to Earth to give me equipment, he was not even willing to leave a record of the starship's response. I'm guessing that something must have happened when Old Mo went out to check, and he did not come back.
"As for the snowflakes at the end of the video, it should be because the communication was interfered with. Can you confirm Old Mo's location?"
Black Night handed Han Lang a star map that was marked with red ink.
"I asked a friend to do an analysis, and he can only confirm his approximate location. He's in the periphery of Sector 63, very close to the Wild Star Region. Unfortunately, he can only confirm the area, and not the planet," Black Night said.
Han Lang nodded. "It's okay. My new ship has a galaxy scanning array. It can scan the location one by one. As long as he hasn't left, I'll be able to find him."
"So you've decided to go?" Wuyun asked.
Han Lang smiled slightly. "Isn't that why you're looking for me? I know you have your difficulties and can't leave the Forgotten Realm, but I can. Don't worry, Old Mo is also my friend. If something really happens to him, I won't just sit back and watch. "
Black Night said solemnly, "Be careful when you go. We'll support you from afar. If things go bad, you must ensure your own safety first."
Han Lang put the star map away and said with a smile, "Don't worry. If everything goes well, I'll be back soon."
.....
Whoosh!
A vulture-class frigate set off from the eighth planet of the Forgotten Realm. Han Lang did not have time to test the ship before he embarked on his journey to Sector 63.
Before he set off, Han Lang gave his ship a name, the Devil's Claw. It did not have any special meaning, just to celebrate the fact that he had created the first Beast Claw. Other than being a little dumb, this guy was quite likable. Although he could not speak, he was extremely loyal to Han Lang.
After Wu Songlin's modifications, the Devil's Claw looked no different from an ordinary vulture-class frigate. It even looked a little old, as if it had been traveling in space for a long time.
However, if someone opened the outer shell of the vulture-class that was camouflaged, they would immediately realize that this was a frigate armed to the teeth! The various equipment on the ship was simply dazzling.
The Milky Way had sixty-three Sectors, and the division of the Sectors was not even. The twelve strongest permanent members each occupied a Sector. These Sectors were not only located in the most prosperous center of the Milky Way, but they were also very large. The twelve Sectors occupied about a third of the Milky Way.
According to the naming rules of the Sectors, the smaller the number, the more important the Sector. The last ranked Sector was mostly located in the periphery of the Milky Way. It was desolate and filled with all kinds of galactic pirates, looting groups, and other illegal organizations.
The sixty-third Sector and the fifty-seventh Sector where Earth was located were quite remote. Compared to the sixty-third Sector, the sixty-third Sector was larger, but there were fewer planets suitable for humans to live on. It was basically a remote place, and its prosperity was not even comparable to the Forgotten Lands outside of the Milky Way.
According to the information Han Lang obtained, it was precisely because the sixty-third Sector was so remote that many illegal and mysterious organizations set their bases there. Of course, there were also many galactic pirates active there.
The people living in the sixty-third Sector were called border citizens, which meant border dwellers.
In the official history, the evaluation of border citizens could be said to be mixed. This was because many border citizens were civilians without their combat uniforms, and they were galactic pirates wearing their combat uniforms on the ships. Civilians and bandits were inseparable.
In history, the Milky Way Alliance had organized a few large-scale operations against illegal organizations, but unfortunately, it was of no use.
The sixty-third Sector did not even have a decent resident country, and it was huge. It was not an easy task to capture a few galactic pirates.
Moreover, most of the sixty-third Sector was connected to the Wild Star Region outside of the Milky Way. Before the Alliance's encirclement fleet could enter the sixty-third Sector, the galactic pirates would run to the Wild Star Region and hide.
Therefore, the sixty-third Sector was one of the most chaotic places under the Alliance's rule. Even the fifty-seventh Sector where Earth was located, although it was also very remote and connected to the Wild Star Region, the security there was still much better than the sixty-third Sector.
Even on the starship, Han Lang's training and learning did not stop. He set himself two goals. One was to practice the forty-sixth ensemble. Han Lang had stuffed most of the space in the Devil's Claw into weapons, and the only space he could use was the small empty space in the middle of the command room. Other than the forty-sixth ensemble, he could forget about practicing anything else.
Of course, practicing the forty-sixth ensemble did not have any disadvantages. As the foundation of everything, the forty-sixth ensemble was something that a warrior needed to practice for a lifetime.
Han Lang's second goal was to practice the operation of the starship as much as possible. This did not mean operating with the help of the support system, but purely manual operation. To increase the speed of the Devil's Claw, Han Lang had to push the lever. To adjust the direction of the Devil's Claw, he had to turn the steering rudder.
In today's era of semi-intelligent support, there were not many people who still used primitive manual operation, but Han Lang did not care. He was a newbie, and he had to learn from the basics. He had to familiarize himself with the thousands of control devices on the control panel.
No matter how good the support system was, it could not be more reliable than his own hands. Han Lang was very stubborn, and he used the stupidest method to learn how to operate the starship bit by bit. He spent fourteen hours a day, and the remaining eight hours was spent eating, drinking hot chocolate, and practicing the forty-sixth ensemble.
Under normal circumstances, the long interstellar travel would be boring and sleepy, but Han Lang turned the boring journey into cultivation. He did not waste even a second during the entire eleven days of travel.
"Estimated time of departure from the wormhole in ten seconds," the support system reported in a soft female voice.
* Whoosh! *
The Devil's Claw completed the last wormhole jump, and finally appeared in the galaxy at the outermost edge of Sector 63. The galaxy had no name, and there were no residents. Further ahead was the endless wilderness.
Clap clap clap clap ~
Han Lang persisted in his habit of manual operation, his hands moving quickly on the main control panel like he was typing on a keyboard. He adjusted the reactor's energy output, preheated the galaxy scanning array, and turned on the multi-frequency signal receiving array.
Hard work always paid off. Watching Han Lang skillfully operate the complex control panel with thousands of control options, no one would believe that he was a newbie who had just debuted.
"Galaxy scanning array beginning operation."
"Multi-frequency signal receiving array detected a weak distress signal. Amplifying the signal."
Distress signal?
Han Lang was slightly startled. He muttered in his heart. Finding a distress signal as soon as he arrived at this desolate place did not seem to be a good omen.
"Radar array beginning location."
"Location successful. Signal coordinates output to number four display."
Han Lang looked up at the row of sophisticated displays, adjusted the hull, and pushed the Devil's Claw's propulsion to the maximum.
Whoosh ~
The distance was getting closer and closer. The display showed that this was a weak habitable planet with a thin atmosphere. If humans landed directly, they would not die immediately, but they would be exposed to cosmic radiation. The air was not suitable for breathing, and without the help of an oxygen supply system, their lungs would suffer.
"Starship wreckage detected. Code identification in progress."
"Code identification failed. Beginning multi-scan identification."
"Confirmed. Wreckage belongs to a Caracal industrial ship produced by Duolun Heavy Industries."
"Confirmed. Distress signal from starship wreckage. Begin landing procedure?"
The support system sent out messages again and again. Han Lang was startled again. He clearly remembered that Old Mo was using a Caracal industrial ship!
"Begin landing!"
"Pressurized cabin, ready!" Han Lang stood up from the command chair and ordered in a low voice.
PS: Many things, complicated, and stressful. Last night, my nervous breakdown acted up again, and I couldn't sleep all night. After waking up today, I felt dizzy, drank two cans of Red Bull and a large pot of black tea, and barely managed to write the first chapter of the day.
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