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Chapter 27 - Chapter 27 The Shrouded Guardian

"Fly away! The mysterious man flew away!"

A member of the Special Affairs Bureau shouted, his voice trembling with disbelief. The sight of the figure soaring into the sky defied everything he thought he knew.

"What's so surprising about that?" Another member retorted irritably. "Didn't you just see him wipe out tens of thousands of barbarian warriors like it was nothing? Flying is the least shocking thing about him."

To him, the mysterious powerhouse could very well be a human deity. It was the only explanation for such an unfathomable level of power. Compared to obliterating armies, flying seemed almost trivial.

"I never thought we'd make it out alive. I was sure this was the end for us," one officer murmured, exhaling deeply, his nerves finally relaxing.

The group had resigned themselves to death before the battle even began. Standing against tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers was a death sentence, a desperate attempt to stall the inevitable. Yet, against all odds, they survived, not through their own strength but by the intervention of this mysterious savior.

"Team Leader, who was that man? How could anyone be so powerful?" another officer asked, his voice filled with awe as he turned to Qin Changqing.

"I don't know," Qin Changqing admitted, his gaze still fixed in the direction where the figure had disappeared. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the turmoil within him. "I've never seen anyone like that before. Not in person, not even in the records. This level of power is... beyond comprehension."

Before they could linger on their thoughts, other members of the Bureau rushed toward the fallen barbarian soldiers, inspecting the aftermath of the battle.

"My God... look at these giants."

The barbarian soldiers lay strewn across the battlefield, their colossal forms sprawled lifelessly. Even in death, their towering figures exuded an overwhelming sense of power and menace.

"Just look at them. Each one of these monsters could have slaughtered us in seconds," someone muttered.

"Leader, these barbarians are completely obliterated," an agent called out, crouching beside one of the corpses. "Their internal organs have been shattered beyond repair."

As the team examined the bodies, their shock grew. The barbarians' three-to-five-meter-tall frames, their dense muscles, and their monstrous build made them seem like a race forged specifically for war.

"What's the structure of these things?!" one officer exclaimed. "They're impossibly heavy, and their muscles are so dense that even a sharp blade can't pierce them!"

He attempted to stab one of the corpses with a knife, only for the blade to catch and stop, unable to penetrate the unyielding muscle.

"They weigh a ton—each of them! What kind of place produces creatures like this?"

"It's because of their homeworld," Qin Changqing explained, his tone grave. "The gravity there is at least seven times that of Xuanhuang Star. That environment forces their bodies to adapt, making them inherently stronger than us. Their bones are denser, their muscles tougher, and even their weakest soldier is at least seven times stronger than an average human."

His gaze swept over the fallen giants. "These barbarians are walking fortresses. Ordinary weapons are useless against them. Swords barely leave a scratch, and bullets can't penetrate their skin. Even a sniper rifle would only graze one of their generals. To bring down a barbarian general, you'd need a bomb with enough firepower to level a building."

Qin Changqing's expression was grave as he surveyed the battlefield. "These barbarians are nothing short of war machines," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of realization. "If they ever broke through into our world, it would be a massacre. We wouldn't stand a chance."

The members of the Special Affairs Bureau exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of his words settling over them like a dark cloud.

"Creatures that thrive in an environment of seven times our gravity... Their physical strength is beyond terrifying," one officer murmured. "Even the weakest among them would be like a superhuman here on Xuanhuang Star."

"Imagine it," another chimed in, his tone tinged with dread. "On our planet, one of them could leap over ten meters with a single bound. Their sheer power would make them unstoppable."

"If their technology wasn't behind ours, this battle wouldn't even be a contest," someone added. "We'd lose. Without question."

A more thoughtful agent shook his head. "No, it's not that their technology is behind us. It's just... different. Their advancements likely follow an entirely distinct path, one shaped by their unique environment and biology."

"Exactly," Qin Changqing agreed, his tone resolute. "Our knowledge of the alien world is far too shallow. We've barely scratched the surface of their capabilities."

The group fell silent, grappling with the implications.

To emphasize the gravity of the situation, one officer brought up a familiar comparison. "Think about this. The moon's gravity is just one-sixth of Xuanhuang Star's. When our astronauts landed there, they became superhumans compared to their earthly selves. Now flip that. Creatures born and bred under seven times our gravity... When they step onto Xuanhuang Star, they're unstoppable. Each one would be a walking fortress, a soldier beyond anything we've ever faced."

The realization hit them like a tidal wave. These barbarians weren't just powerful—they were an existential threat.

For the first time, the team truly understood why their government regarded these alien beings as the greatest enemy of Xuanhuang Star. The intense vigilance, the strict protocols, the caution in every step—it all made sense.

"If they were to break through..." an agent whispered, the thought chilling.

"It would be like lions let loose among sheep," Qin Changqing concluded, his voice a grim echo of their fears. "No matter how united the sheep may be, they can't stop the lion's claws. The slaughter would be absolute."