Chapter 107: The New Storm Fleet

Feng Mo scoured the store for T4-level biostarships and discovered only three models, underscoring their rarity. All three were variations of the same design: intercept, armor, and assault models. After some thought, he chose the T4 Intercept Biostarship and deducted 2500 points to acquire the blueprint. He then examined the specifications:

T4 Intercept Biostarship:

Armor Strength: 300 units

Dimensions: 1.5 km x 296 m x 244 m

Speed: 300 knots (interstellar speed)

Warp Drive: Level 4

Shield Energy: Level 4 magnetic field, 100%

Armament: T4 Biological Electromagnetic Cannons x12, T4 Electromagnetic Torpedo Launchers x16

This biostarship was similar in size to a destroyer, designed primarily for one tactical purpose: disrupting enemy starship warp trajectories. It could launch intercept missiles to disrupt enemy advances, effectively limiting their movements.

Building such a biostarship required more than a single stellar energy seed. Biologically based materials like memory metals, ancient energy-rich trees, and high-energy beasts were essential. Even high-level genetic warriors could serve as resources. The process started with planting a stellar energy seed in a hatchery pool, followed by a continuous infusion of bio-resources to enable rapid evolution. Under optimal conditions, a T4 biostarship could be fully grown within a month. Additionally, biostarships had limited potential for further evolution by consuming high-grade bio-energy.

Fortunately, for Feng Mo, these resources were readily available. Chu Yunjian had prepared everything needed, which was now awaiting pickup at Yun Jian Spaceport.

Two months later, in the base's command room, Feng Mo sat in the captain's chair while Hua Qin reported, "The first wave of starship construction is complete. After successful trial runs, all ships are ready for deployment. The Storm Fleet has been fully updated, and all retired ships, including the flagship Storm, have been transferred to the Explorer Fleet."

The Storm Fleet now comprised the following:

Flagship: One quasi-T5 Hurricane-class interstellar battleship

Battle Fleet: Twelve T4 Kangaroo-class destroyers, forty-eight T4 Blade and Shield-class frigates, two T4 Scorpion Tail-class stealth bombers, two T4 Intercept Biostarships, one T3 Sea Lion-class interstellar carrier, two T3 Boxer-class bombers, one hundred T3 Zircon-class mechas

Logistics Fleet: Five T4 Furnace-class industrial ships, ten T3 Reindeer-class transporters, ten T3 Red Worm-class supply ships

Total Fleet Composition: One quasi-T5 flagship, sixty-nine T4 starships, twenty-three T3 starships, and one hundred T3 mechas.

"Report complete. Awaiting orders!"

Feng Mo nodded, satisfied with the formidable power of his upgraded Storm Fleet. This fleet was now on par with any marquis-level defense fleet in the empire and could initiate conflict with the Demon Star System. While his fleet still required more time to achieve total dominance, Feng Mo was no longer willing to wait—starships could be built as they fought, but opportunities were fleeting.

Just as Feng Mo was preparing his campaign, an unexpected visitor arrived on Storm Prime, insisting on a meeting.

In the command room, Feng Mo sat with his hands clasped, studying the guest, a refined-looking man with a hint of brutality under his seemingly genteel demeanor. A faint metallic smell clung to the man, the scent of someone deeply entrenched in violence.

Feng Mo agreed to the meeting because the man had introduced himself with a single, chilling word: 异种 (Yì Zhǒng), or Variant.

"What should I call you? And why are you here?" Feng Mo asked directly.

"Monya, one of the bishops of the New Human Church, and a devoted servant of His Holiness the Pope."

Feng Mo was taken aback. Was this sewer-dweller really brazen enough to approach him? He feigned interest and continued, "Oh? And what brings the esteemed Bishop here?"

Monya grinned, apparently pleased with Feng Mo's respectful address. "On orders from His Holiness, I am here to invite Earl Feng to join the New Human Church and contribute to creating a new human race. The Pope has decreed that, should you accept, you will immediately receive the title of Bishop, equal to my own."

Feng Mo couldn't contain his laughter, which came out in an uncontrolled burst as he waved his hand. "Apologies. Go on. I'm a professional listener. I only laugh when I can't help it."

The suggestion was absurd—why would he leave his position as an earl and planetary lord to become a subordinate in some shady organization? The notion was laughable.

Monya's face darkened. He was furious. In his view, being offered a position equal to his own was a monumental honor, yet Feng Mo was mocking him. He clenched his fists, but, remembering the Pope's orders, managed to control his anger and continued, "This invitation comes from His Holiness. Refusing may not be wise. Are you aware of the consequences of offending the New Human Church?"

Feng Mo straightened, his expression now serious. "Oh? And just how powerful is this so-called church?"

Seeing that Feng Mo was now taking him seriously, Monya felt confident. Once Feng Mo learned of the church's true might, Monya believed he would beg to join.

"The New Human Church," Monya began proudly, "is led by the Pope, a quasi-T6 genetic warrior. The bishops, myself included, are all quasi-T5 warriors, each capable of transforming into divine beast warriors. The 'Variant' you fought was merely a failed experiment."

As Monya boasted about the church, Feng Mo discreetly gestured to Hua Qin, who swiftly sent a coded message. Receiving confirmation from Hua Qin, Feng Mo inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. That was close, he thought. Had I attacked prematurely, I would have underestimated this bishop's strength as a quasi-T5 genetic warrior.

Interrupting Monya's monologue, Feng Mo asked, "Alright, if the church is so powerful, what are the terms for joining?" Feng Mo wanted to draw out the conversation—he sensed there was more Monya hadn't said.

"Once you join, the entire Storm Star System becomes the church's property. The billions of people in your domain would become subjects for our experiments. With their contribution, we could produce a thousand-man T4 genetic warrior unit, leading you to rule over the Federation!"

Feng Mo was stunned. Monya was delusional. Using billions of people for experiments—what he was proposing was the wholesale exploitation of his system's population.

Feng Mo had heard enough.

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