Artillery, Target Belobog! War Begins!

The Interastral Peace Corporation's lead outpost warship was covered in heavy armor.

Like an ominous shadow, it quietly arrived in the outer space of the planet Jarilo-VI.

After several minutes of calibration, it finally hovered on an orbit synchronized with Belobog's rotation.

Its menacing main cannon, driven by mechanical devices, slowly adjusted its angle and aimed at the city below.

The cold luster, illuminated by starlight, shimmered with a silent threat.

Aventurine stood alone on the observation deck outside the warship, enveloped by the vacuum and deathly silence of the universe.

Beneath my feet lies the beautiful, sapphire-like Jarilo-VI.

He took a deep breath.

The air provided by the circulation system has a very high oxygen content and is very refreshing!

Aventurine attempted to calm the turmoil within him.

Even with his extensive experience in battle, he felt a rare sense of pressure at this moment, a feeling of insecurity.

All of this stems from that man Lin Hai.

Aventurine possesses the "expedient" authority granted by the company.

This was originally a tremendous trust, but at this moment, this power feels so heavy.

It was precisely because Lin Hai's power was too formidable and exceeded the conventional assessment framework that headquarters placed the heavy responsibility of making the decision on Aventurine's shoulders.

If a misjudgment is made and the situation escalates into an irreversible armed conflict, the consequences are unpredictable, even for Aventurine.

He subconsciously opened his personal terminal and pulled up the video he had already watched countless times.

Lin Hai stood before the snow-capped mountain, and with a simple, unadorned punch, the mountain crumbled, and a mushroom cloud rose.

Each viewing reinforces that immediate shock and threat assessment.

While the Aventurine was in geosynchronous orbit, weighing the pros and cons, almost on the same orbital plane, a seemingly inconspicuous Monitoring Satellite, much smaller than the company's warship, had already detected this uninvited guest through its sensing system.

This satellite, personally designed and deployed by the Herta, has a dark outer shell, resembling a stubborn rock in space, but its interior contains cutting-edge technology and deadly weapons far exceeding its size.

Its camera locked firmly on the Interastral Peace Corporation's warship, and its weapon systems were ready to be activated.

In this weightless battlefield, size is not the deciding factor; the kinetic weapons carried by this satellite are enough to pose a deadly threat to warships.

The Monitoring Satellite transmitted the detected images, warship coordinates, and weapon pointing status back to the Herta in Belobog in real time with encryption.

While the Herta was in the laboratory designing the second phase of construction plans for South City, she received the message. Her eyes sharpened instantly, and without hesitation, she immediately sent a short, encrypted message to Lin Hai:

[They're here, in orbit, the warships are in position.]

Qlipoth Fort, Lin Hai, who was discussing matters with Seele, felt his phone vibrate slightly.

He glanced down at the message, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a knife.

Without uttering any further words, he slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and his aura became solid and dangerous, like a sharp sword about to be drawn.

"Seele..." his voice was low, "Prepare for battle."

Upon hearing Seele's eyes, but more so, a resolute determination to fight alongside Lin Hai.

She didn't know where the enemy was.

We don't know who the enemy is.

We don't know what weapons the enemy is using.

But at this moment, Seele nodded emphatically, offering her unconditional support to Lin Hai.

Lin Hai did not wait for the other party to strike first.

He connected directly to the Monitoring Satellites deployed by the Herta via his mobile phone using a special encrypted frequency band.

Immediately afterwards, he used the satellite's relay function to send a clear stream of information directly to the communication control console of the Interastral Peace Corporation's warship.

Almost the instant the information arrived, a piercing alarm sounded throughout every corner of the warship.

As Aventurine gazed at the starry sky, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he turned and strode quickly into the brightly lit command room.

On the huge main screen, a communication request from Lin Hai is displayed.

A hint of confusion flashed through Aventurine's mind.

The company's warship had just reached its geosynchronous orbit and its stealth mode was still active. How did Lin Hai manage to detect it so accurately in such a short time?

This doubt lasted only a moment; he immediately thought of that name— the Herta.

Yes.

With that member of the Genius Society's unpredictable methods, setting up some undetectable monitoring devices on the Jarilo-VI orbit would be an extremely simple matter.

Aventurine composed himself and answered the call.

Lin Hai's face appeared on the screen, his expression calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Hello, Mr. Lin.

Aventurine spoke first, trying to keep his tone calm, "There's no need to be so tense. We're not here necessarily to fight you. But there's one thing the company must accomplish."

Lin Hai looked through the screen. "What is it?"

Aventurine directly stated its core demand. "We just want Sparkle. Hand it over to us, the warships will withdraw immediately, and the company might even consider... establishing a more amicable relationship with Belobog."

This was his overt strategy, and also the first step in his strategy of sowing discord.

"I won't agree."

Aventurine seemed to have expected this; he sighed with feigned regret, his tone becoming meaningful:

"Mr. Lin, I really don't understand. Are you really willing to antagonize the entire Interastral Peace Corporation for the sake of a quirky woman who has made many enemies?"

These words, seemingly meant to offer advice, actually contain a hidden veil of sarcasm.

The Aventurine is very clear.

If Lin Hai is fighting to defend Belobog, for this land and its people, he could win a great deal of sympathy and potential support.

However, Lin Hai insisted on protecting Sparkle, a person with a complicated reputation who was regarded as a source of trouble. This might cause many who might have been neutral, or even internal supporters, to change their attitudes.

This was a carefully designed scheme to sow discord, aiming to isolate Lin Hai morally and in the public eye.

However, Lin Hai remained unmoved; his voice only grew colder and more resolute.

"No matter what you think, and no matter what others say, on my turf, I call the shots. Sparkle... nobody can touch them."

Aventurine's expression darkened, and the last shred of feigned reassurance vanished.

"In that case, there's nothing more to discuss. It seems we'll have to settle this with our actions."

Communication was instantly cut off.

Without further Aventurine, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he sharply ordered the operators waiting in the command room:

"Target: the plaza in front of Belobog -Qlipoth Fort! Main guns, maximum power, fire!"

At the bow of the warship's massive hull, the menacing main gun muzzle glowed with a chilling, eerie light, as immense energy converged wildly.

The next moment, a torrent of black energy, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of devouring all light, tore through the vacuum of the universe like a death knell, silently yet swiftly bombarding the surface of planet Jarilo-VI!

No sound travels in a vacuum, but the destructive energy fluctuations sent shivers down the spines of all those with keen senses.

Above Belobog, the once clear sky was suddenly torn apart by a black streak that ripped across the horizon.

Like a hideous crack appearing on a beautiful porcelain vase.

A terrifying, tangible pressure of energy descended upon them.

Countless people in the city instinctively looked up and witnessed a scene that sent chills down their spines.

Shock, fear, despair...

A complex mix of emotions spread wildly through the hearts of everyone who looked up at the sky.

The illusion of peace was shattered by this single shot.