In the interstellar age, bloody incidents happened all the time.
The reason everything seemed peaceful was definitely not because everyone had become devout and compassionate.
The real reason was... slaughter in the interstellar age was more thorough. Killing a species to extinction was the norm.
But the Mixed-Blood Scalekin and the Scale Clan were different. After so many years of interaction, there was certainly deep-seated hatred between them, but integration was more worthwhile than slaughter.
Their similar cultures and genes had made integration the mainstream view.
After the Mixed-Blood Scalekin invasion, their moderate policies made both sides optimistic about the future.
Under such circumstances, Fissman suddenly raising his butcher's knife undoubtedly plunged the relationship between the two civilizations to freezing point.
However, Fissman had cut off contact with his homeland. He was already making a desperate gamble.
This act was destined to strip him of everything in the subsequent investigation.
But Fissman did not care. Rather than letting someone else reap the benefits, going home to retire peacefully was not a bad option either.
Besides... he might not lose.
Though this approach seemed crazy, gods had appeared, supernatural abilities had appeared—what else was impossible?
These ignorant lower lifeforms thought he had gone mad, but why was it that they could not see the truth of the world?
Once Fissman acted, he no longer hesitated.
Every law of the Mixed-Blood Scalekin existed to protect the citizens of their own civilization.
But they offered no protection whatsoever to other civilizations.
Unless an alien race had obtained temporary citizenship, killing one was theoretically no different from killing a chicken.
No, there was still a difference. Killing a chicken required compensation; killing an alien did not.
The excessive slaughter made it very easy for Klein to gather people.
Although the Mixed-Blood Scalekin military stopped