Chapter 1692 - The Rescue (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Whether the shipgirl had a thick skull or not held no importance at all. Banging her head into others just seemed like a fun thing to do. The three pirate ships, which plunged into the planetary crack, were no longer a concern. Hao Ren was now interested in the white airship that was wobbling in the sea of clouds. It looked like the airship was about to explode at any time.

It was two sizes smaller than the Petrachelys, but it was by no means small. Perhaps due to its size, it had pretty good self-defense capabilities and damage tolerance, which gave it the ability to stay afloat even after it took the continuous bombardment from the pirate ships. But judging from the vessel’s miserable condition, anyone with a brain the size of a gallstone would know that the airship was not going to hold on for long.

Holey was an understatement when describing the condition of the ship. Sparks spread across metal components of unknown uses while white sheets, which looked like sails, hung loosely on the sides of the ship as most of their physical support had snapped. Hao Ren had no idea what the functions of the sails were, but seeing the broken conduits and cables, he reckoned that they were pretty essential components.

The ship was beyond repair unless the L’Haronne people had the type of black technology as Nolan, where she could still self-repair even if all that was left of her was only a steering wheel.

“Get closer. Be careful not to knock them out of business,” Hao Ren instructed Nolan to fly close to the white airship. “This ship looks like it’ll fall out of the sky with a sneeze.”

Nolan adjusted her angle and carefully moved toward the white airship. While she was at it, the onboard camera captured footage of the humanoids on the white airship; they were running around in a panic.

The MDT slammed the console. “Sh*t, the scene of us destroying three ships in a row must have scared the daylights out of them. They’re probably thinking that they’re the next target now.”

Hao Ren felt that the MDT made sense. He looked helplessly at Nolan. “Look at what you’ve done. Our image is ruined. You should show those people that we’re friendly. Otherwise, I’m worried that they’re going to jump off the ship.”

Nolan thought for a moment and flashed the headlights at the white airship not far away.

Charlemagne and his bodyguards had rushed onto the deck. Protected from the cold wind by the magical shield, he watched in awe as the giant silvery-white ship slowly adjusted its bearings and moved closer to the White Pearl.

Everyone—be it the veteran crew members or passengers—began to scream in horror.

Charlemagne clenched the sword in his hand. He had witnessed how the unstoppable and ruthless silvery-white ship crashed into the three pirate ships, like beating flies out of the air. Although it started with an attack on the pirates and gave the impression that it was on their side, when the silvery-white airship turned to them, it made everyone weak in the knees.

But then, Charlemagne saw a few bright flashes from the silvery-white airship.

“Your Highness,” one of the bodyguards leaned over and whispered nervously at him, “please leave. It is dangerous here.”

“Everyone stay calm!” Charlemagne shouted. “Do not do anything foolish like abandoning the ship at this time. The silvery-white ship is not hostile.”

“How does Your Highness know?”

“Can you not see it slowing down?!” Charlemagne barked. “It did not flash its lights at the pirates before it crashed into them!”

While Charlemagne spoke, a gap suddenly opened at the front part of the silvery-white ship, and a loud voice was heard saying, “Please remain calm… We are not hostile… I repeat, please remain calm…”

The frightened crowd on the deck of the White Pearl deck began to calm down.

On the bridge of the Petrachelys, Hao Ren switched off the microphone and turned to the bridge’s exit. “Let’s go and say hello to the locals.”

Rheia was baffled. “Since you have a loudspeaker and translation systems on board, why did you still need to flash the headlights?”

Nolan was a little embarrassed. “I forgot that we have these new functions. How on earth would a normal spacecraft realize that a loudspeaker was hanging on its head? What would it be for when one was in space?”

Rheia glanced at Hao Ren, who was walking in front, and then at Nolan, who was on the bridge. “This design is a bit…”

Four humans—a man and three women—walked out of the Petrachelys and approached the deck of the White Pearl in a light beam, which looked like magic in the eyes of the locals. The four humans were dressed in strange costumes, but their prominent human features at least prevented Charlemagne from thinking that they were visitors from the abyss, or ancient wanderers.