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With Sebastian's wholehearted attention, another line of text appeared in the Awakening Space.
[Eternal Level Quest: Kill Leif, the Fleet Admiral, and destroy his forces.]
[Time Limit: 3 days.]
"Fleet Admiral Leif?" When he saw this line of text, Sebastian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
According to the usual procedure, the Awakening Space's assessment missions were in the Endless Star Realm. As the name implies, it is a star field with an unidentified end, containing many living planets.
Many people had gone to explore this realm, including powerful Level 6 Masters. However, some of those Level 6 Masters not only failed to explore the area; instead, they became lost and never returned. Thus, outsiders could not assist, as it was impossible to know where the mission test would take place.
"Three days, huh?" The time was very pressing.
Of course, the time differed from that of the real world. If they did not complete the task within three days, it would mean failure. The promotion test was not just an examination of strength; it included many other requirements, especially for the Eternal Level, which would have very high standards.
Sebastian immediately passed the relevant information to Elizabeth.
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At this time, Elizabeth and the Astra Militarum were prepared.
100,000 Guardsmen lined up in a neat row at the entrance of the planet passage, followed by vehicles and tanks, then heavy weapons, and so on. For this battle, the best of the best of the Astra Militarum were sent with top-of-the-line weaponry.
The leaders of the troops were still Allard, Ewart, Fleming, Hudnall, and Denis. The group was older, with Fleming being the youngest; therefore, this time, the chief of the campaign was Fleming. Cross was too old, so he did not insist on accompanying the team; instead, he stayed at Greater Terra to stabilize the rear in case of an emergency.
After some time passed, the Planet Advancement Assessment officially started, and a 3-day countdown appeared in the Awakening Space. At the same time, the planet passage on Greater Terra opened on time.
"GO!" Fleming ordered.
A group of special operations teams walked at the front of the line. They were the best of the Astra Militarum, selected from various sources. They had trained for years and were prepared for this battle, proficient in various abilities.
When the special operations team stepped through the passage, what came into view was a lush, dense forest. The trees were incredibly tall; some were over 10 meters, while others exceeded 20 meters. Above them was a cloudless blue sky, and the air was fresh.
Although it was only for three days, time was tight, but the Astra Militarum was not in a hurry. This world differed from the other outer planets, making the strength of the opposition unknown.
Considering that countless people had challenged the Eternal Level Difficulty and failed, Sebastian could conclude that this world was at least a Level 2 Planet or higher.
"First, establish a good defense." Fleming took a quick look around before issuing a series of orders.
The first to enter this world was an elite special operations team of 1,000 people, dressed in alloy battle suits and equipped with the latest high-end weapons. Their first task was to check the area, eliminate surrounding threats, and secure this entrance.
The special operations team of 1,000 people split into 10 teams. They quickly checked the perimeter and ensured it was clear.
"Shadow Team 1, go scout the situation outside. Be careful. If you find anything amiss, don't act rashly. Report to me first," Fleming continued to order.
At this time, the Astra Militarum was equipped with radios for short-distance communication.
While the Shadow Team went out to investigate, the others didn't stay idle; they began constructing a simple base at the entrance. A group of workers arrived with tools in hand and started working in the forest. The main reason for not using a chainsaw was to avoid making too much noise, but with many people in the Astra Militarum, several worked together to tackle a tree. Soon, a gigantic tree fell.
Once the forest was cleared of the gigantic trees, M4 vehicles from the passage drove in and positioned themselves at the edge of the woods, forming a defensive circle. The work on the large trees continued, clearing a path for the tanks and vehicles.
Fleming observed the surrounding situation while glancing at the radio now and then. At that moment, a communication came through the radio: "Intelligent life found! I repeat, intelligent life found."
"Be specific," Fleming said in a deep voice.
"We're 2 kilometers away and have found a person."
"A person?" Fleming raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, not a Supernatural, but someone similar to us. They're very weak but appear to be an ordinary person. We have them pacified now. What should we do next?"
"Bring them back immediately while others continue to explore. Since there are people in this place, you must proceed with extreme caution."
Not long after ending the communication, a loud noise emerged from outside the woods. Ten special operators escorted a young man and quickly walked over. Aside from the flowery green clothing he wore made of an unknown material, he looked no different from ordinary people.
The scientists had gathered around. For this operation, they brought 1,000 scientists, all among the best in their respective fields.
The brown-haired man saw the situation in the woods—especially the numerous heavily armed fighters and vehicles—and his eyes widened.
"%**¥#." He gibbered something, but they didn't understand what he was saying before he shrieked loudly.
One of the operators nearby stuffed a cloth into his mouth, but language barriers were a significant problem. In prior conquests, they had merely charged through it, but this time was different.
Fleming took out a leaf and held it in his hand. Looking at the brown-haired man, he asked, "What's your name?"
The brown-haired man stared, realizing he could understand Fleming's words. He couldn't help but look at the leaf in Fleming's hand once more.
This leaf was called the Translation Leaf. As the name implies, its function was to translate most speech. It was a resource given to Sebastian by Prokopy and was valued at hundreds of millions, making it unaffordable for many.
"Who are you people? How come I've never seen you before?" the brown-haired man asked, looking at the Astra Militarum.
"Name, age, and origin," Fleming said as he took out a dagger and pointed it at the man's face.
Looking at the glowing blade, the brown-haired man broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Don't... don't, don't kill me; I'll talk, I'll talk."
Under Fleming's icy stare, the man continued, "My name is Luke. I'm 19 years old, and I'm from *** Village."
"Have you ever heard of a Fleet Admiral Leif?" Fleming inquired.
The Astra Militarum had come here to do two things: first, to figure out what kind of world this place was, and second, to identify who Fleet Admiral Leif was from the mission.
"Fleet Admiral Leif?" Luke was startled for a moment, then shook his head. "I've never heard of this person."
Looking at Fleming's icy gaze, he hurriedly pleaded again, "I'm just a villager; please don't kill me."
Fleming still wanted to ask something, but at that moment, the radio rang again, and a voice sounded. It was a report from Shadow Team 3.
"We have a situation! We are at a nearby prime point. Using binoculars, we see the sea in the distance."
"The sea?" Fleming raised his eyebrows.
"We can't be sure if it's the sea yet, but it looks like endless water, so we guess this should be an island."
Ending the communication, Fleming looked at Luke and asked, "What island are we on here?"
"Uh..." Luke hesitated for a moment and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Small islands like ours rarely have names, but it is generally called Gladvista Isle."
"Gladvista Isle?"
"Right," Luke nodded and explained, "We produce spices here, so they usually come to buy a lot of products for business."
"Is there an island master or something like that?" Fleming asked.
"Is there an island master or something?" Luke was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "There are several villages on the island, and each has a village chief."
"Good, you answered honestly." Fleming nodded, seeming quite satisfied, and then he raised his hand, signaling the operators to release Luke.
Looking at Luke, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid; we're not bad people. You can go back now."
"Really?" Luke's face lit up with joy.
Seeing the two operators beside him take a step back, a hint of relief crossed Luke's face, and he took a few steps backward. Noting that no one was stopping him, he fled.
Just as Luke was nearly out of sight, Fleming signaled to the operators nearby. They nodded and chased after him.
"This kid is lying," Hudnall, who was next to him, spoke up.
Even though this young man named Luke acted scared, his skills in acting were good but still not enough to go unnoticed.
"If this is just an island, then we need to speed up," Fleming said.
"I'll lead the group," Hudnall volunteered.
Although Hudnall was also over 60 years old now, he remained in high spirits and remained very fit, owing to his years of exercise.
"I'll go along," Ewart also stepped forward.
"Okay." Fleming did not object.
In terms of quick battles, no one in the Astra Militarum was better than Ewart, while Fleming excelled at overall operations. Additionally, Hudnall was exceptional at strategies, making them a relatively secure team.
Soon, Ewart and Hudnall took 3,000 fighters with them and disappeared from the view of the crowd.
Based on their judgment, if it was a small island, then there could not be too much power, so 3,000 should suffice.
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By the woods.
Luke, who had just been let go, was desperately running away.
"Who were those people just now? Could they be from the New Sea area?" he wondered while running.
"With so many people, there must be some intent. No, I have to report this important information to the island master. With such big news, I should be able to become a guard." The more Luke thought about it, the more excited he became.
He didn't head toward the village; instead, he rushed eastward toward a flat area near the coast. In this area, fields stretched out one after another. Above the fields grew plants about 1 meter in height, bearing fist-sized red fruit that emitted a rich aroma. At the center of the flat area, a stone-built fortress stood.
Seeing this fortress, Luke couldn't contain his excitement and jumped up, shouting. What he did not know was that several operators were following closely behind him.
"This guy is lying." In the distance, Ewart and Hudnall observed him with binoculars.
"That should be the island master's home. Should we attack or...?" Ewart asked.
"Surround first and then decide based on the situation," Hudnall advised cautiously.
Ewart nodded. Hudnall's physique was weak, so he couldn't move quickly. Ewart led the group of 2,000 combatants, using the surrounding vegetation for cover as they approached the stone fortress.
It must be said that although the red fruit trees were not tall, their dense growth provided excellent cover. They couldn't get too close due to the presence of two guards walking casually around the stone fortress, who remained oblivious to the people beneath their noses.
Luke soon arrived at the fortress. After a lengthy verbal explanation, he was let inside. After a while, he did not come out.
"We can't wait any longer; let's move in," Ewart ordered decisively.
Poof-! Poof-!
After two muffled sounds, the two guards on the stone fortress fell as the snipers accurately took them out. They had used sniper rifles equipped with silencers, ensuring minimal noise.
Thirty soldiers immediately climbed up and jumped into the fortress. Not long after that, there was a sudden commotion from inside.