A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Yang An had been in this world for almost twenty years and finally understood what truly "bad" weather was. The sky over the entire base was shrouded in dark currents, like black clouds pressing down on the city and the god of thunder descending upon them. The rolling gray mist from the horizon brought no hint of light.

"It seems we really can't get out now..." Morin gripped his light brain, his chest heaving. He walked over to Yang An and whispered, "My old man sent me a message; the insect race has destroyed all the landing ports on the barren star. If they want to repair them, it will take at least three days."

Yang An was still counting the simple cannons in the storage compartment. Upon hearing this, he wasn't surprised and calmly said, "Yeah, the insect race must have come prepared this time. The high-level insects brought the insect mother's phantom here; they are determined to break into the Federation residential area."

"..." Morin fell silent, his mood heavy.

Yang An looked up, intending to lighten the mood, jokingly said, "Regret it?"

Morin rolled his eyes, "You're not regretting it; what should I regret? If we're talking about it, you should regret it even more. You have a better chance of getting out; my old man's flying ship may not make it in time."

As he spoke, his voice lowered, feeling a bit confused: "When I said I wanted to stay, my old man didn't scold me but said I had grown up."

Yang An paused, slightly pursed his lips, and softly said, "Yeah, you've grown up."

Morin squatted down next to Yang An, staring blankly at the floor. His vision gradually blurred and the light seemed to spin. He suddenly asked, "How long can the base's protective shield hold? A day?"

"About that." Yang An violently dismantled an old metal box, a pile of parts crashing to the floor. "Once the shield breaks, we'll deploy fighter jets and warships for a physical bombardment, and when the ammunition runs out... we'll probably have to fight hand-to-hand the day after tomorrow..."

"But if we can hold out for these three days, when the rescue army arrives at the base, we'll be saved."

Morin fell silent, "You seem to have a good grasp of the situation."

"It's not me calculating," Yang An shook his head, "It's... what Major General Feng Qian estimated." He recalled what Bai He had said to him, his heart feeling slightly heavy.

Let's hope it really goes smoothly.

"Yang An!" Yin Hangru gasped as he ran in from outside, grabbing Yang An's arm. "Come! You need to see this..."

Yang An was puzzled but followed the pull of the beta and walked outside. "What happened..." He got halfway through his question when it lodged in his throat, staring blankly at the sky.

He saw that the gray-black clouds were spreading a layer of eerie pink light, like drifting smoke, the color gradually thickening, as if foreshadowing something.

"Is this the pink light you mentioned..." Yin Hangru asked nervously, "Is it like this?"

Yang An stared at the horizon without blinking for a long time before he spoke, "Yes, it's exactly like what I saw..."

Yin Hangru took a sharp breath, "Then... if the protective shield breaks and these pink things float in, won't we all be doomed?"

Yang An pondered and considered, "Actually, I find this pink light a bit strange. It doesn't seem to directly cause death; it just makes people act very... crazily."

"What do you mean?"

Yang An thought for a moment, "I suspect it might have hallucinogenic effects."

"Hallucinogenic?" Yin Hangru pondered, "Does that mean it can trap people in illusions?"