Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 890 - 629 Costume Change

Watching the two blue-gray, veteran mechas gradually disappear into the dark backdrop of the cosmos.

The oppressive presence of two planetary-level legends, both likely to be mech pilots of legendary caliber, had finally retreated.

A faint sense of unwillingness began to ripple through the spaceship.

"So we're just going to watch them... leave like that?"

"What else could we do?"

"They exerted their full strength to break through the Psychic Energy Canopy; they must've suffered considerable backlash. Maybe right now... they're weakened too. Otherwise, why didn't they attack us?"

When those two mechas shattered the canopy and glanced toward the ship, everyone aboard had been on edge.

The crew member responsible for controlling the ship's propulsion system had preemptively warmed up the engines, ready to make a quick escape if pursued.

But the other side didn't give chase. Once the initial panic subsided, some started to contemplate.

An excuse for failure never sounds as sweet as the triumphant return of success, does it?

Only the man sitting in the ship's central viewport, one hand rested upon the arm of his chair, spoke calmly and firmly. His voice echoed softly within the cabin, "No need to pursue."

"Captain?"

"Boss?"

Faced with the confusion of his team, the man shook his head slightly. "The outcome will be the same."

The rise of Bauhinia was destined to remain an unattainable dream for some.

Whether shattered sooner or later makes no difference.

"Finding and confirming that helper of Catherine's is what truly matters now. If our alliance wants a foothold in the Galactic Accord, we need to consolidate every ounce of power we can muster. Who knows? Maybe one day, Miss Catherine herself might become one of our allies..."

"Understood, Captain."

"Understood, Boss."

Silence overtook the cabin.

Everyone once again turned their gaze to the hazelnut-shaped floating space city suspended in the endless vacuum—Freeport.

Though the two old mechas were no longer visible on the horizon, everyone knew exactly where they had gone.

Large mechas have limited travel speed in the vastness of space, and without enough room to equip servobrain modules, they are incapable of hyperspace travel.

Even though Freeport sat relatively close to the borders of the Bauhinia Republic, in cosmic terms, that "close" distance of a single light-year might still take forever for mechas reliant on their engines to traverse.

Only by boarding a proper interstellar ship could one cover these immensely vast distances quickly and return to Bauhinia's central star cluster without delay.

However, Freeport was now teeming with starships. With the canopy destroyed, the docks would undoubtedly become swamped as everyone scrambled to flee.

Once they accelerated into hyperspace corridors, tracking their destinations would become next to impossible. Locating or targeting Catherine and her companion pilot would prove to be incredibly difficult.

...

Back on Freeport, the two had just disembarked from their mechas when they were greeted by a chorus of jubilant cheers.

"Welcome back, our heroes!"

"You are the saviors of Freeport. On behalf of Freeport's administration, we are proud to award you both the permanent Freeport Black Gold Medals!"

"Without your courageous intervention during today's crisis, Freeport would have been utterly annihilated!"

Freeport's leadership, having observed the canopy's destruction in advance, had prepared an extravagant welcoming ceremony for their triumphant return.

Amid the celebrations, a few reluctant and belligerent individuals were shoved forward, stumbling into view.

"Those scumbags who dared disrupt the movements of you two esteemed figures have all been apprehended, as per your orders! Just one command from you, and we'll see to it that their heads hit the floor at once!"

The captured individuals glared, their eyes ablaze, at Catherine, who stood clad in a black trench coat. Their fury was uncontainable. "Traitor Catherine! You dare defy the Peak Alliance and steal treasures from our hands! You're bringing disgrace upon all of Freeport!"

"If this traitor isn't executed, Freeport will never see peace!"

"This is unjust! I refuse to accept it! You bureaucratic stooges—they've all rotted your brains!"

Amid the chaotic uproar, Catherine merely smiled as she accepted the medals ceremonially presented by Freeport's officials, countering their fervent accusations with measured responses.

"Thank you all for your support. However, the two of us still have pressing matters to attend to and cannot linger here. As for the banquet... we must regretfully decline."

Her response was brief yet resolute. Grasping Bai E's hand, she swiftly retreated into an exit corridor specially prepared by Freeport's high command.

At the end of the passage, a Star Alliance spy was already waiting.

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The spy circled around Bai E, scrutinizing him with a curious gaze.

He had long been aware of Catherine's power.

Though her performance had been astonishing, it had matched his expectations.

On the other hand, this "Technician Bai," an unfamiliar figure, had revealed an unfathomable level of strength.

For those on Freeport, while spatially close to the canopy's boundary, events that unfolded at the canopy's edge were still largely a mystery to most individuals.

The majority merely knew that the invincible Psychic Energy Canopy had been breached and that the two mech pilots who accomplished this feat must be exceedingly formidable.

But for spies with some competence and broader insight, they could discern more.

Everyone understood that in the grand feat of shattering the canopy, Catherine had undoubtedly played the leading role.