Knosus-Pengsha border—Baili Star.
Within the feverish Knosus fleet, countless officers were reveling and celebrating.
They had just plundered a merchant fleet that had dared to flee.
The supplies and wealth they had seized were enough for every one of them to gain quite a few benefits.
In recent years, with the Perfection Society in power and First Prince Noxi governing,
Knosus's military discipline had rotted away more and more.
Relying on their High True Spirit summoning arts, whenever they could not win, they would simply summon True Spirits to crush their enemies. This had become a common tactic of the Knosus military.
The so-called True Spirits they summoned were, in truth, merely powerful souls from the Mother River.
Eager to advance and devour souls, they were more than willing to answer the calls of individuals here.
Several officers, drained of energy after their revelry, supported one another as they staggered onto the open-air bridge, reeking of alcohol.
Standing by the bridge's edge behind the protective force field, they pissed outside.
"I told you Castor was just boasting and putting on a brave front. With that build of his, I wouldn't be scared even if there were three more of him!"
"That meal was damn satisfying! Haven't run into such a fat merchant convoy in ages!"
"I heard that if we keep killing like this, as long as the fixed True Spirits we summon grow stronger and stronger, we'll become stronger too! By then..."
The three of them laughed excitedly together.
Suddenly, one of them pointed into the distant Starry Sky. A speck of gold there was slowly growing brighter.
"What's that? Why's it so bright?" His drunken, bleary words came out unclear.
The other two looked up.
"Maybe some planet exploded again. Too many planets have been blown up lately,"