Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C44

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The first thing that caught the trio’s attention was the dazzling binary star system at the center of the star map. The smaller of the two stars, judging by its luminosity, appeared to be a very young star. Meanwhile, the larger one emitted a soft, sunset-like glow, suggesting it had entered its twilight years and was on the verge of becoming a red giant.

Next, their eyes were drawn to the middlemost planet among the twelve orbiting the binary system.

Its atmosphere shimmered silver-white, its oceans flowed with golden liquid, and its mountains and plains stretched out in pale blue expanses. Towering structures, grand and imposing, dotted the surface of the planet.

“Could this… could this be the homeworld of the Epsilon race?” Arroz murmured, his voice trembling as if he were in a dream.

“Cerephus. Its name is Cerephus,” Tang Fang said softly, as though answering him but also speaking to himself.

“Cerephus?” Arroz’s brow furrowed, and he snapped out of his daze. “How do you know its name?”

Right. How did I know its name? Tang Fang froze. The moment he’d laid eyes on the planet, the name had simply flashed into his mind without explanation.

“I guessed,” Tang Fang replied curtly, ignoring the incredulous stares from the other two as he continued walking forward.

Housen sighed helplessly and followed suit. Arroz, ever the cautious one, took out his imaging recorder and captured photos of the star map from multiple angles before hurrying after them.

After leaving the room, they walked along a silvery circular corridor until they reached a T-shaped intersection. After a brief moment of contemplation, Tang Fang chose the right path and pressed onward.

The elliptical pearl embedded in the ceiling stretched ahead, guiding them like a beacon. Five minutes later, the trio arrived at a rune-inscribed door. Tang Fang placed his hand lightly on it, and with a flash of blue light, the door slid open.

“A laboratory? A factory workshop? Or perhaps a refining center?”

All three froze in shock. Before them lay an elongated room, over a hundred meters high and seventy wide, stretching endlessly into the distance.

About fifty meters from the entrance stood a towering, twenty-meter-high conical machine made of some unknown silvery-gray material. Countless tube-like appendages resembling biological intestines snaked through its structure. Above the cone's apex, a transparent crystalline pipe carried streams of golden liquid flowing outward.

On either side of the massive conical apparatus were spiral-shaped devices reminiscent of old particle colliders. Their rotating wheels and central axes hummed with energy, sending arcs of indigo electricity coursing along solid metal diodes that extended far beyond sight.

Through the gaps between these machines, identical functional modules could be seen stretching for kilometers. This kind of production line—if it existed within human society—would only belong to a large space station dedicated to constructing colossal interstellar warships.

“What in the world were the Epsilons doing here?” Housen exclaimed loudly as he stepped forward. “This is insane! Look at this place—it’s still operational! It’s been millions of years since the Epsilon race vanished, yet everything here remains intact.”

“Housen, shut up.”

Before Housen could finish his sentence, Tang Fang suddenly stiffened, his expression darkening. Without warning, he yanked Housen back and clamped a hand over his mouth. “If you value your life, don’t make a sound.”

“What did you see?” Arroz asked sharply, instinctively reaching for the automatic rifle slung across his back. His gaze darted nervously around the room.

Tang Fang didn’t answer. Instead, he pointed upward, his brow furrowed.

Following his gesture, the others looked up. Suspended from the ceiling, over a hundred meters above, hung strange black shapes.

Arroz quickly donned his helmet, adjusting the visor to enhance his vision. What he saw made his blood run cold. Those weren’t objects—they were living creatures. Bat-like beings, their wings folded tightly around their bodies, hung upside-down from the ceiling in hibernation.

“What the hell are those things?” Housen whispered hoarsely. Without powered armor, he couldn’t see clearly what loomed above them.

“I don’t know,” Arroz muttered grimly as he removed his helmet. “Maybe… pets of the Epsilons?”

No sooner had the words left his lips than Tang Fang’s face paled. “Quick! Retreat! They’ve spotted us!”

Alarmed, Arroz hastily put his helmet back on. The scene displayed on his visor sent chills down his spine. The bat-like creatures had opened their eyes, glowing crimson like burning embers. Hundreds of them blinked awake, hanging densely from the ceiling.

“Move! Let’s go!” Without waiting for Housen’s response, Arroz grabbed him and bolted back the way they came. Tang Fang brought up the rear, covering their escape.

They had barely crossed the threshold of the rune-inscribed door when a deep, bellowing roar echoed from inside. Then, with a thunderous crash, a shadow flickered past their vision. One of the bat demons landed at the doorway.

Fangs sharp as daggers, steel-like whiskers, four blade-like pupils gleaming with malice, leathery wings spread wide, and two bizarre tentacles protruding from its back—each ending in a pitcher-plant-like appendage. This was the grotesque form of the bat demon.

Standing nearly four meters tall and five meters wide, the creature was a nightmare incarnate. Earlier, while hanging from the ceiling, its true nature had been obscured. Now, standing upright on the ground, its monstrous features were impossible to ignore. And worse still, more of them were arriving. Within moments, dozens had descended behind the first.

Even the mightiest Ultraman would struggle against a horde of relentless monsters. How could they possibly fight this battle?

Tang Fang briefly entertained the absurd idea of sitting down with the creatures for tea, chatting about life and dreams—but judging by their expressions, such thoughts were pure fantasy.

“Open fire!” As the lead bat demon crouched low and lunged toward them, Arroz shouted. Streams of flame erupted from their weapons as bullets rained down upon the creature.

But to their horror, the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the demon’s defensive barrier formed by folding its thin, leathery wings in front of its body. Sparks flew everywhere, but no damage was done.

“It’s useless?” Arroz stammered in disbelief.

“Damn it!” Housen switched to armor-piercing rounds and fired several shots, but the result was the same—completely ineffective.

“I’ll hold them off. You two, get out of here!” Tang Fang yelled. Summoning zerglings through a wormhole, he unleashed a flurry of attacks. The zerglings leapt onto the leading bat demon, claws slashing furiously.

With a sickening rip, the zergling tore open a gash in the demon’s wing, revealing the hideous face beneath.

“Roar…”

The bat demon let out a guttural scream as ten zerglings swarmed it, tearing open wound after wound. Crimson blood gushed forth like a torrential stream, pooling rapidly on the silvery floor.

Pain ignited the demon’s fury. It locked its wings together, seized a zergling with its powerful forelimbs, and sank its fangs into the creature’s spine. Even the iron-hard scales of the zergling crumpled under the assault, punctured instantly.

“Zzz…” The zergling shrieked as its body shriveled rapidly.

Meanwhile, the demon’s tentacles lashed out, wrapping around nearby zerglings. The pitcher-plant-like organs bloomed open, releasing jets of viscous green liquid.

“Sss…” Bubbles foamed as the acid corroded gaping holes in the zerglings’ bodies.

Seizing the opportunity, several other zerglings swarmed forward, their claws fiercely latching onto the upper limbs that supported the leathery wings. Leaning their bodies slightly forward, they sank their teeth into the bat demon’s neck and began tearing with all their might.

“Roar!”

“Zzz…”

The cacophony of zergling cries and the demon’s roars filled the corridor, echoing endlessly.

Finally, after a brutal struggle, the combined efforts of ten zerglings succeeded in snapping the demon’s neck, killing it. But victory came at a cost—one zergling had perished in the fight.

Though the battle felt endless, mere seconds had passed. Just as Tang Fang prepared to order the surviving nine zerglings to block the entrance, a horrifying sight stopped him cold.

A tide of crimson eyes surged forward amidst a black flood, rushing toward them at terrifying speed. Tang Fang had anticipated this outcome, which was why he’d sent the zerglings to hold the line. Yet fate, as always, delighted in playing cruel jokes. Like hearing your girlfriend say, “I’m pregnant,” life had a way of blindsiding you.

Dozens of bat demons effortlessly bypassed the zergling blockade—not by charging through but by crawling along the ceiling!

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