177 Killing Spire (Part 2)

Next, he also wants to find out the kid who stole his son's Sequence Aura.

"Du Zexin... I won't let you get away with this."

Mo Zilan is too naive. Does he think that by breaking the curse he can get away with it and live a carefree life? With their status and strength, they are far from being able to do that.

Mo Zilan watched with excitement as target points were captured one by one. The Implant Equipment Vanguard were highly efficient at killing, especially by attacking civilians everywhere, which made it impossible for the military and police forces in different areas to coordinate and mobilize. They had to fight on their own and also had to divert their energy, manpower and resources to rescue survivors.

"How powerful! Kill them all! Kill them all! Hahaha, these ants and mortals, may they drown in your own blood!"

A happy smile bloomed on Mo Zilan's beautiful face.

Why...

The waning moon shook its head.

She had committed countless evil deeds in her life, so how could she have given birth to such an innocent and kind child... Especially the path of the Overlord Class, his charm was so high, he was a complete beauty, with a beautiful and delicate appearance, like a porcelain doll.

But who can blame you for loving your father? It's better if you break free from this naiveté yourself.

Canyue raised his left hand, adorned with a blue ring, and affectionately stroked his son's head. Sensing his father's care, Mo Zilan turned to look at him and smiled contentedly.

Crescent Moon was calculating in her heart.

"Du Zexin, right now, you'd better not be on this White Candle Star, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his whisper, his deputy Romulus suddenly spoke up, "My lord, Night Butterfly has sent a message."

"Play it."

Canyue and Mo Zilan immediately sat up straight and looked at the projection screen in front of them.

rustling sound—

A flurry of static appeared on the pale blue screen, followed by the appearance of an officer dressed in a white robe and wearing a black, scale-shaped hat.

Upon seeing the crescent moon, the officer raised his hand, struck a pose with meticulous care, and said solemnly, "May the Mother of the Dark Night protect us, and may the great Sky Hunt Butterfly bind our destinies together—Mr. Crescent Moon, it's been a while since we last met. I wonder how things are going on your end?"

In appearance, the Night Butterfly people look almost identical to the Tanas Race, but a single glance is enough to distinguish them.

The Night Butterfly People are adorned with a lot of flashy but impractical clothing. They like to wear retro robes, are old-fashioned and conservative, and have a strong religious aura.

The Tower Clan of the Crystal Tower are very secular, dress openly and fashionably, and worship magicians and materialism.

"Everything went smoothly, Admiral Bablushka." Crescent Moon chuckled, one hand on the armrest of his chair and the other supporting his chin. "The information you provided was incredibly accurate. I'm amazed at how you knew that there wasn't a Zeta-rank on White Candle Star, and that it had only been three years since my last attack, yet the Crystal Tower Civilization hadn't even bothered to send troops to defend White Candle Star."

"They don't have any spare troops," Admiral Bablushka said calmly.

"Wow—your intelligence agents are really impressive." Canyue clicked her tongue in amazement. "But I'm still curious, how did you find out such important information as the size of the force?"

"It's simple, because we don't have any left either."

Admiral Bablushka glossed over it as if it were a trivial matter, and continued, "This operation is of great significance and may directly turn the tide of our war against these pathetic materialists."

Crescent Moon Curious:

"Do you believe that fragments of the Eye of Discernment can reverse the war?"

"Even if we can't get the fragment—just reveal that the other party possesses the fragment, do you think how many people in this Star Abyss will flock to it?"

Bablushka said tactfully:

"After it's done, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits, Mr. Crescent Moon. You can rest assured. Even if you optimize the entire population of White Candle Star, it won't matter."

"Slaughtering all life on a planet is a serious interstellar crime, it's not very humane," Crescent Moon clicked her tongue. She was about to say, "I need more money."

However, Bablushka seemed to agree wholeheartedly:

"Yes, it's too inhumane, so we usually just blow it up."

The crescent moon was taken aback.

Then, Bablushka began counting on his fingers. "Somi One, Somi Two, all the way to Somi Twelve, and there are also Gorda Star, Solus Gathering Place, Kelton Twin Stars, and the Zorya Star System, which seems to have dozens of planets as well—oh dear, look at my memory, I've forgotten too many, sorry, I really can't remember."

"The barbarians on those planets can't even get into space, yet they want to communicate with us through their own antennas. They're poor and an eyesore. Their only value is as sacrifices to the gods."

"And then there are those stubborn materialistic civilizations who think that by learning our technology they can become as powerful as us, but they don't know that we have the protection of a true god. But the gods are merciful. Rather than let our heavenly soldiers trample on their chests and pollute their pure hands, it is better to simply annihilate them into the void."

The crescent moon remained silent for a moment, its fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

"What's wrong, Mr. Crescent Moon?" Bablushka asked considerately.

"Hehehe..."

The waning moon chuckled.

"It's nothing. I just realized that it's no wonder we get along so well—it turns out that our values are quite compatible."

"Haha, you really know how to talk, Mr. Canyue. It's true. The first time I saw you, I felt that you had a kind face and were gentle and refined. After getting to know you better, I found that you are indeed an honest, kind, and positive person."

"Oh, you flatter me, you flatter me. What I am is nothing, you are the real philanthropist."

After exchanging pleasantries, Bablushka got down to business. "Mr. Crescent Moon, although I have great confidence in your abilities, according to the divine revelation of our High Priest, you would be best off transforming your spaceship into a large teleportation array and fixing it to the ground. This would maximize the duration of your Aoneng and also allow our infiltration forces to arrive and provide support."

'I knew it, that old fox had no good intentions in giving me this spaceship. All that talk about maximizing the duration of Aoneng —it's basically just a way to make me a sitting duck on the ground.'

However, the situation is now basically stable, and there's no need to worry about related issues anymore. Trivella has been completely shielded by him; the Dimensional Barrier he's erected everywhere have turned Trivella into an isolated island in the ocean, making it impossible for anyone to track him down.

Bablushka did this to allow Night Butterfly's combat forces to enter the area, preventing him from monopolizing the fragments of the Eye of Discernment.

Fortunately, Remnant Moon never intended to keep it all for himself. He was shrewd; since he had already entered the pass, he could loot and plunder at will. What difference would it make if he used that Forbidden Knowledge once or twice? This could be considered Bablushka's tacit approval. As the Admiral of the Night Butterfly Federation, he could be considered the manager of a star system with hundreds of billions of people under his command. It was already quite generous of him to provide Remnant Moon with these benefits.

One should have self-awareness; one should neither be too arrogant nor suffer losses.

Bablushka is good at balancing this.

After pondering for a moment, the crescent moon realized that this was indeed acceptable and nodded:

"That's a good idea."

Thank you for your understanding.

Bablushka smiled; his calculations had all come to fruition.

He would deliberately give Crescent Moon some time before letting the Night Butterfly troops pass through the portal and land on White Candle Star.

No matter what condemnation the Crystal Tower issues or what it finds out, the Federation can pin it all on Crescent Moon.

The Crystal Tower wouldn't be so stupid as to yell, "Give me back the Eye of Discernment"—what, do they think they're not hateful enough already? Bablushka summoned a low-caste servant who brought him a glass of fine wine. He raised the glass and waved to Crescent Moon across the distance. "Pleasant cooperation, Mr. Crescent Moon."

Crescent Moon casually took out a card with a wine symbol from his pocket, and with a light swipe of his hand, immediately retrieved a wine glass stored in a two-dimensional plane. "Pleasure doing business with you, Admiral."

The two greeted each other and clinked glasses virtually.