The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 668 - 42: Every Tom, Dick, and Harry Wants to Butt In_2

The woman's eyes were vacant, staring at the colossal amorphous black mass where a mecha once stood.

Her neck felt like it was being fiercely strangled, as she struggled to utter two words: "Mon... Monster!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

At that moment.

A grotesquely muscular and alloy-twisted arm suddenly burst forth from the black mass, gripping the woman's head.

A slightly hoarse voice murmured from within the ceaselessly writhing black mass.

"Let's go, it's time to take me to meet your leader, Iron Rose...."

"Uh uh uh...."

....

A giant hovering gear.

Rusty yet tirelessly functioning steel arms.

A faint light mist lingered in the air, refracting dazzling colors under the sunlight.

Desolate, dilapidated, yet tinged with a dreamlike and aesthetic quality.

In the early days of Lilva's discovery, similar to many resource stars, it went through a phase of primitive and violent exploitation.

This process left behind many abandoned industrial mines.

The reckless, unstandardized mining methods resulted in massive environmental pollution.

Strong radiation surrounded these mines, and apart from those with Spiritual Power and wearing protective gear, any ordinary person daring to enter the radiation zones.

Would be ravaged by the omnipresent radiation in less than half a minute, causing their flesh to rot and even liquefy and die.

Yet, it was precisely this characteristic that made such abandoned mines the playground for Star Thieves.

The intense radiation could block most signal detections, acting as a natural barrier that safeguarded them, allowing them to carve out a living.

This relatively small abandoned mine was currently a temporary base of the notorious Demon Fat Star Thief Group on Lilva Star.

At the moment, inside the base, a banquet was underway.

In the not very luxurious black hall, two robust shirtless men were fiercely wrestling, fighting desperately to tear open bloody wounds on each other.

Several long tables were placed around the duel area, laden with steaming delicacies and fine wines.

A man with inverted triangular eyes, an ominously cold demeanor, and rough features sat at the edge of one of the long tables.

One hand constantly grabbed food from the table and shoved it into his mouth, while the other was crudely fondling a voluptuous girl dressed in scanty clothing beside him.

He held her tightly, causing the attendant girl's brows to knit, her face occasionally showing signs of pain, and even making her lips quiver in agony at times, yet she dared not make a single sound of complaint.

The man, like a beast, wantonly indulged in his desires, his attention not focused on the duel performance before him, the food, or the attendant girl accompanying him.

His eyes were fixed in one direction from the beginning to the end.

It was at a long table diagonally across from him, at the head of the hall.

A beautiful woman with crimson hair, her figure so hot it seemed ready to explode, was casually seated by the long table, occasionally sipping from a silver goblet in her hand.

"If you keep staring... I can't guarantee I won't dig out your eyeballs in the next second..."

The crimson-haired beauty placed her goblet down, glanced at the triangular-eyed man, and lazily spoke.

The triangular-eyed man received the warning but was unfazed. He chuckled and took a big bite of cooked meat in his hand, saying, "The famous Iron Rose Sonice, how could you be so short-sighted..."

"Oh."

The crimson-haired beauty raised her eyelids, looked at the man, and blandly said, "Tell me, what is the big picture?"

The triangular-eyed man's eyes shot with intense greed, and he whispered, "Naturally, it's to loot the treasure first, then bind that fat pig, the Lord of Gems, and if possible, thoroughly plunder the entire Lilva Star..."

"Yes, quite a big plan."

Sonice raised her smooth, round arm and lightly clapped her hands before smirking at the triangular-eyed man before her, softly saying, "Then tell me, between your eyes and our Demon Fat Star Thief Group's position in this grand scheme, which is more important?"

The triangular-eyed man's face abruptly changed, just about to say something.

Suddenly, a red light swiftly flashed across the dim hall.

"Swish——"

The man let out a heart-wrenching scream, suddenly shoving the attendant girl away, kicking over the table in front of him, gripping his left eye, and stood up.

"You bitch, courting death!"

The man's face twisted ferociously, glaring at Sonice before him, blood streaming through the fingers covering his left eye.

"Both of us are level seven, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Sonice, unfazed by the man's threat, stood up with a grin.

"You can try."

At some point, the performers and attendants had withdrawn from the hall.

Replaced by a group of burly women with faces full of flesh stepping out of the shadows, their cold eyes fixed on the man, filled with beast-like savage cruelty in their gaze.

The man's expression shifted, and he finally let out an angry growl, sitting back down.

Not caring about the blood covering his head and face, he grabbed food scattered on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth like mad.

"I knew it..."

Sonice laughed lightly, clapping her hands and cheerfully saying, "Every member of Sea Wolf is an elite, people who truly prioritize the bigger picture!"