Abyss Solo
Chapter 319 - 155 The Ghost Reappears, Main Attack of the Insect Race [Request for Guarantee!]_2

Chapter 319: 155 The Ghost Reappears, Main Attack of the Insect Race [Request for Guarantee!]_2

When he played "Abyss," he spent most of his time in the Empire’s camp and had a certain understanding of the customs, behaviors, and styles of the Empire.

Although he had already confirmed that "Abyss" did not equate to the current Milky Way,

Yang Ming felt that the conduct of the Imperial Nobles should not have changed much.

After pondering for a while, Hera finally nodded slowly,

"This method is quite good, the military is very likely not to take action against the White Ghost.

"As long as the White Ghost is maintaining the Empire’s honor, they will even assist the White Ghost.

"However, there still needs to be a plan for retreat, as this time, by openly showing the White Ghost’s super capabilities, the Empire’s special forces will be very interested in the White Ghost."

Yang Ming raised an eyebrow.

What direct relationship did the White Ghost’s affairs have with him, Major Wind?

Speaking of Wind, Yang Ming suddenly thought of another matter.

Emilia and her mother, Princess Dana, should have successfully arrived on the Earl of Mensa’s fief planet by now.

It wasn’t too far from here, and they could arrive with a few transitions.

"There shouldn’t be any problems, Edwan formally contacted Earl Mensa, they shouldn’t do anything to Princess Dana."

Yang Ming brushed aside this thought and continued to plan the major task of exterminating insects.

The false identity of the White Ghost was becoming increasingly valuable.

...

Mensa Earl’s fief’s Administrative Star.

In the most pleasant climate, where it was spring all year round, a vertical mountain peak rose abruptly from the plains.

The main peak had been artificially flattened, and a luxurious manor kept its protective shield on all day; the surrounding area of the main peak was the Earl’s private military training camp, equipped with air defense systems and ground-to-air heavy artillery camps.

Standing in any room of the main peak’s manor and looking into the distance, one could see the densely populated city.

Emilia was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring this splendid view.

She couldn’t understand whether all those in power liked to use "altitude of residence" to demonstrate their dominance; her hometown, Luofeng Empire’s Imperial Palace, was also built on a cliff.

Behind Emilia, several young members of the Mensa family were laughing and joking, trying to catch Emilia’s attention, while further away, Princess Dana was happily chatting with several middle-aged women.

Two elegant young men suddenly raised their voices.

"Oh! My God!"

"The White Ghost! The White Ghost has appeared again! This is his seventh appearance online! However, some of the times are said to be fake composite videos."

The White Ghost?

Emilia had to admit that her attention was also captured.

She gestured to the maid nearby, who immediately brought over a network terminal dedicated to the Sherman Empire.

Emilia casually opened a portal website and easily found the video released by the White Ghost.

Emilia had studied the White Ghost for two years, and it seemed he was omnipotent in the online world, suspected to have appeared more than seven times, yet each time leaving Sherman’s technical team helpless.

Of course, apart from the first time when the White Ghost actively launched a cyber offensive, the other six times were only secretive video releases without revealing his whereabouts.

This time seemed a bit different.

Emilia refreshed the interface a few times, seeing video entries appearing and disappearing one after another.

Was it another large-scale network operation?

She clicked on the top video, and a twenty-centimeter high holographic projection appeared before her eyes.

The White Ghost stood alone in space.

The iconic tactical helmet, gray and white exoskeleton armor with the spacesuit function activated, and the flight pack maintaining the magnetic light ring.

Emilia’s eyes immediately sparkled, filled with anticipation.

What would he say?

Emilia slightly turned up the volume, and the electrically-modulated voice instantly filled her ears.

"Once again, good to see you. You incompetent nobles of the Empire."

Emilia glanced secretly at the young men and women behind her and found that not only were these targets of insult not displeased, but they were somewhat excited.

What a strange phenomenon.

The White Ghost spread his arms, his figure slowly rotating, and a planet appeared behind him.

"I don’t want to show up frequently. I have my own work to do. Competing with the Federal CIA is much more interesting than chatting with you.

"But your job abilities are really lacking. Doesn’t the Military Intelligence Bureau consider conducting foreign intelligence penetration?

"Oh, right, we have the Invincible Fleet, so intelligence is unimportant. Now, listen up, hurry and bring your Invincible Fleet over!

"The Military Intelligence Bureau has received the intelligence copy I sent. Let me show you here. This is information I got from the New Federation... This string of numbers is the coordinates of insect burial points, with the reference system being Ram Star of the New Federation...

"Yes, behind me, this Administrative Star, Zubin Star, with a population of thirty million, is harboring a massive amount of insect eggs.

"You can ignore this piece of intelligence, as my specialty is collecting intelligence and I don’t understand much military knowledge... But before you take any action, there are three things I must remind you.

"First, although the individual Insect Race seems very stupid, their collective wisdom is astonishing. Never underestimate them.

"Second, you better conduct evacuation work before your warships arrive. These insects have the ability to observe human society, and the warships will directly alarm them.

"Third, countless papers have proven that information exchange exists among the Insect Swarm, and the destruction of dozens of low-rank swarms in the past two years must have brewed the Insect Race’s counterattack. I hope you don’t take it lightly."