454 I'm the Holy Mother, Can't You Tell? (Beating)

Li Aoz, a gentleman from Frostplate, was rather kind-hearted and placed great importance on women's privacy.

By the time the ship deployed its mecha troops to intercept him, the entire female soldiers' dormitory had ceased to exist in the literal sense.

He had effectively stopped those trashy men from peeping.

With a backhanded flick, he sent out Meteor Shards. The rapidly spinning radioactive fragments formed a chainsaw that sliced the entire ship apart. Then Li Aoz pulled out a shotgun and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the noncombatants crawling out of the bridge.

"Worthy of the name Galaxy Eye Meat Grinder. You've only been here a little while, and you've already ground up so much minced meat. We can go home and make dumplings tonight."

After confirming that he had killed both the noncombatants and the surrendering soldiers who had raised white flags, Li Aoz let out a sigh.

Galaxy Eye was Galaxy Eye, after all. The complicated communications environment had disrupted the enemy's deployments. Even now, Li Aoz had yet to encounter any meteor strikes.

Before long, a rescue ship approached from afar. They flashed a green identification signal. They were civilian volunteers from Night Butterfly, hoping Li Aoz would show mercy and let them salvage the wounded.

"There are idealists everywhere..."

Li Aoz sighed, then dispatched the implanted bee swarm to kill the stranded Night Butterfly soldiers before the volunteers could reach them.

"Stop!"

A projection suddenly lit up on the communicator. A cute young Night Butterfly girl with blue hair and blue eyes gestured frantically, knelt, and bowed again and again as she pleaded with Li Aoz. "They're no longer soldiers. Please don't kill them anymore. You're a kind person, great sir. The Night Mother God will bless you. Please stop massacring the innocent—ah!"

Smack! Before she