Chapter 45: The Mecha Dynasty, Section 4

New strength, new arms. In just three months, the Blood Wolves under Black Hair had completely transformed. Their overall strength had increased countless times over. Yet not a word of this spread outside. All the giants of human society, including Marshal Wick, were unaware that the Blood Wolves at their side had sharpened their fangs once again.
This was Black Hair’s requirement and also necessary for the development of the Death Star. Everything had to remain low-key. Although the old marshal had promised to deal with that traitor, Black Hair still didn’t want to take risks. Humans were a strange race; no one knew what went through their minds. Betrayal was as simple for some humans as eating or drinking, with no sense of guilt at all. Even those who had just saved their lives could be betrayed by them in the next moment.
In a way, humans were even less trustworthy than wolves.
Perhaps this statement was extreme. But on the third day after the transformation, one incident proved Black Hair’s view correct.
News came from Marshal Wick.
“It’s confirmed. The one who betrayed you was a minor noble under Duke Poseidon. He used to be part of that noble alliance. But he fled to Poseidon’s side when you punished them. It was he who revealed your whereabouts. Moreover, it seems that noble alliance has also decayed. My spies report that many of them have defected to the Moors and gained vast territories outside human territory.”
As he spoke, Marshal Wick looked exhausted. But Black Hair understood. The noble alliance had played a very important role in human history. They had greatly contributed to human progress—indeed, their contributions were immense. Without these lofty nobles, human technology would likely be several centuries behind, and expansion would stall, preventing them from having their current vast domains.
Perhaps this progress was merely a manifestation of the nobles’ ambitions, or they might have had their own motives. But contributions were still contributions. No matter who they were, even Marshal Wick felt some gratitude toward these noble figures. Unless forced, he really didn’t want to touch the descendants of these human heroes.

But now, it’s too late to say anything. Marshal Wick knew that the trouble they had caused this time was truly enormous. Not to mention him—even Blackhair would probably find no reason to forgive them. By comparison, the difficulties they faced before were nothing but child’s play.

Abandoning their own people and plotting to overthrow them were merely political intrigues within humanity. But once aliens were involved, especially invasive races like the Moors, the meaning of such actions changed completely. No one would show mercy to such people.

By the time Marshal Wick found Blackhair, Duke Poscy had already taken action. It was said he used ancient noble tortures. That minor noble and his family were captured and locked in the darkest dungeon, inhabited by over three thousand hungry trees, where they screamed in pain for three days and nights before dying. Marshal Wick also told Blackhair that he no longer needed to get involved; he and Duke Poscy would carry out a thorough purge of those pests. No one would be spared.

After hearing Marshal Wick’s words, Blackhair simply nodded lightly without saying anything else. As someone who had dealt with Marshal Wick for a long time, he knew this highly powerful marshal all too well. Though he had many flaws and sometimes liked to seek small gains, he had never lost his way. When it came to justice, this marshal was clearer-headed than anyone else.

Like Duke Poscy, they were both warlords. And as a warlord, Blackhair knew that once they spoke, they would handle things properly. If they didn’t want him to get involved, he must not interfere. That was an unspoken rule.

Blackhair would not break this unspoken rule. So he could only agree generously, waving his hand lightly—ten Moor giant ships were then assigned to Marshal Wick.

“This is what I promised you. Two ships per month; these are five months’ worth. From now on, Suley will be directly in charge of such matters; you can ask her for them. Also, I’ll prepare the same number for Duke Poscy. You’ll deliver them later.”

“Mm,” Marshal Wick replied casually, clearly in a bad mood. But Blackhair had no intention of comforting him. After giving some brief instructions, the two ended their communication.

Later, in the gentle breeze, Blackhair returned to Death Star.

As soon as he stepped out of the shuttle, the uniquely fresh air of Death Star greeted him. Lush green life could be seen everywhere, instantly lifting Black Hair’s mood. After taking a few deep breaths, he didn’t return to his cloud tower but headed toward the nearby canyon.
It was time for him to have a proper talk with Core.
The brains from the leech warships had all been sent to Core’s lair after being removed. Black Hair was very curious about what Core had discovered during that time. What kind of creatures were those brains from? If they were humans, where did those humans come from? All these questions needed answers from Core.
Entering the canyon, he encountered many busy alien species along the way. They all happily greeted Black Hair when they saw him, and he responded to each one. Perhaps in his eyes, these aliens’ appearances were truly strange, and their behaviors were bizarre—some were only a few centimeters tall yet carried huge cargo containers dozens of meters high, while others were simply plump masses of flesh slowly wriggling along the canyon edges. Yet none of this affected Black Hair’s gentle smile.
These aliens were the foundation of Death Star. In some ways, they were even more trustworthy than humans. Given enough reward, their work efficiency often surpassed that of machines operated by humans—limited only by their environment.
That’s why Black Hair was overly kind to them. In his territory, their status was probably no different from that of humans. As long as they were willing to work and contribute, they could get whatever they wanted.
Smiling gently, Black Hair walked slowly and soon reached the entrance at the center of the canyon. From here onward was Death Star’s restricted area—no alien, not even those of permanent residence, could enter without orders. Of course, Black Hair was an exception. Five minutes later, he arrived outside a huge cave covered in writhing muscles.
Without hesitation, he stepped inside. Through a series of familiar muscle-lined passages, he soon reached a sealed space. A slight vibration came from beneath his feet—he knew he was descending rapidly. This sealed space was essentially a biological elevator. Controlled by Core, it could take people anywhere they wanted, faster and more efficiently than human technology.
The feeling of falling stopped quickly. With a slight tremor, a gap appeared in the sealed space. As soon as Black Hair stepped out, a familiar voice greeted him.

“Ah, let me take a look. Isn’t this black hair? How rare. How did you end up in my lair? I remember you never liked it here.” Kuo said with a smug laugh, teasingly.

“No human would like this place. Especially after you turned it into such a disgusting mess,” Black Hair replied bluntly, sitting down on a large fleshy mound nearby. The mound quickly reshaped itself, engulfing him and forming an object similar to a sofa.

“That’s just your opinion. I think it’s great. Right? All creatures have such a side to them. It’s just that some are hidden. Just like you, Black Hair—your body is the same. What’s the difference from here?”

“There really is no difference, but better stop talking. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat dinner,” Black Hair replied with a laugh. He had no way to deal with Kuo’s aesthetic views. It was a difference in species, one that couldn’t be changed.

He was now in a room that resembled the structure of a stomach wall. It was round all around, with writhing muscle tissue everywhere. The floor was covered in slippery mucus, and Kuo was a large fleshy ball among those muscle tissues—its true form. Only Black Hair could make it appear; ordinary people couldn’t even imagine seeing it, let alone hearing about it.

“Come on, what brings you here?” Seeing that Black Hair really didn’t seem to like it here, Kuo stopped joking and got straight to the point.

“What else? Naturally, it’s the things I brought you a few days ago. How’s your research progressing?”

“Well…” Kuo’s fleshy ball writhed a few times, as if sneering. “It’s done. Do you want to see them?”

“They?” Black Hair noticed the issue in Kuo’s words. His eyes widened instantly. “You mean those brains are still alive?”

“Nonsense. How can they pilot warships if they’re not alive?” Kuo replied irritably, writhing again. The room immediately shook. Right next to Black Hair, a piece of tissue suddenly cracked and split open, revealing a pitch-black hole. Then, a figure slowly stepped out.

It was a middle-aged man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a typical European appearance.

“Reborn Person 9, at your service,” the man said, bowing respectfully to Black Hair.