Destroying a Nation as a Warning!
Meyer paced anxiously on the ship's deck, waiting with burning impatience.
He would occasionally look up at the tracks connecting to the port, hoping to see the other person emerge from them.
Negotiation, negotiation, isn't it all just about discussing things?
But who would have thought that the other party would simply leave without even saying a word?
"Won't I anger them?" Meyer was uneasy, feeling that something big was about to happen, so he turned to look at his entourage behind him, his advisors, hoping to get some reassurance from them.
"General, don't worry."
One of the staff members, who considered himself very experienced and had a good grasp of negotiation skills, said with considerable confidence, "Based on our estimation, the other side should also be discussing this now and will come out soon with a relatively lenient offer."
"That's right, we have to be assertive in negotiations," another staff officer agreed. "Although we've been defeated, it's only a partial defeat, not a defeat for the entire colony. If they want to gain anything from us, they have to lower their demands!"
"Don't worry, General."
The staff members successively voiced their opinions. "Don't forget, you have the CEC and the United Government standing behind you!"
Actually, you can't blame them for thinking that way, since the main purpose of war is to seize resources for survival.
Who starts a war purely to eliminate the enemy?
It's not that such wars don't exist, but rather that they are rare, and even when the enemy is eliminated, it's usually for the purpose of better seizing resources.
The essence of war is the extension of interests. Humanity occupies vast colonies and possesses enormous resources, which are their core interests. In the eyes of the United Government and the CEC, the main purpose of this mysterious fleet is nothing more than to get a share of the spoils.
It can't be true, it's just to eliminate them, right?
This is neither in the best interests of the organism nor in line with the essential nature of biological development.
Looking at the staff group, who were all talking at once and expressing their positions, General Meyer, Five-Star General, could only sigh deeply, a very reluctant expression on his face. "I hope so, that the other side can lower their demands a bit."
Even so, the worry in his eyes had not faded.
This is the opinion of the United Government and CEC; even if he is the supreme commander of the Joint Space Force, he must listen to the advice of these advisors.
However, when he parted ways with "Iggs," he glimpsed a deep-seated anger in the man's eyes, which should have been devoid of any emotion.
This is the real source of his unease!
Will the other side really make concessions as the CEC and the United Government have anticipated?
With a look of worry, Meyer gazed at the magnificent warship, a vessel shrouded in darkness and holiness, complex and eerie.
The gate opened, and steam billowed out. The familiar rust-red mechanical figure walked out with slow steps, just like before.
Seeing this, the staff around Meyer couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Did you see that, General?"
The staff officers straightened their backs, a hint of pride creeping onto their faces. "That's negotiation skill. As long as we remain firm..."
The other party must lower their demands; if they still want to gain benefits from us, they must do so!
"That's right, that's politics!"
The rest of the staff members nodded in agreement.
Meyer calmed down a bit. He personally only wanted to preserve the battlefields of these coalition forces as much as possible, but if it could help secure benefits for the United Government and the CEC, he wouldn't mind.
Seeing Iggs enter, Meyer's face brightened with a smile again, and he strode forward. "Father Iggs, we..."
When!
The iron rod, inlaid with gears, suddenly fell, making a loud impact with the deck.
Meyer's words caught in his throat. Iggs's already cold gaze, carrying a crimson light reminiscent of Auspex, swept over Meyer and the staff before him, as if delivering a final verdict, and he spoke, "In view of your folly, the great Dominator Lord of the Valshius Family hereby formally issues his judgment upon you."
Wait, isn't this supposed to be negotiation?
The word "judgment" that came out of Iggs's mouth was exceptionally heavy, as if it carried a suffocating pressure.
Meyer's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, realizing that they seemed to... have guessed wrong!
"According to the Imperium, the rights of Rogue Trader are granted."
Iggs gripped his gear-like staff, his eyes filled with ruthless coldness. His hoarse voice, like a sharp blade, pierced their hearts. "In the name of the Valshius Family's Dominator Lord, because of your folly, we have decided to use the 'Holy Annihilation' covenant, to purify this heretical nation with the Omnissiah's flames, as punishment!"
"Wait, wait, Iggs Igers..."
Although Meyer didn't know what the Holy Annihilation Protocol was, the name itself didn't sound good!
However, Iggs had no desire to listen to the sophistry of these foolish carbon-based beings.
"Objection overruled." His gaze was icy, fixed on Meyer: "The order has been issued by the Machine God, and its execution is irreversible."
In accordance with the laws of the Imperium and the Adeptus Mechanicus, here...::. The command of the Dominator Lord the Valshius Family is the only and absolute authority.
The staff members were dumbfounded.
This seems a little different from what they imagined.
Isn't negotiation supposed to involve heated verbal exchanges, mutual compromises, and ultimately, reaching an agreement?
How did it come to this point where they disagree, and they're going to carry out the "annihilation of a nation"?
Unfortunately, Alvin couldn't hear it.
But even if they heard it, they wouldn't care, after all, there's no ancient Eastern kingdom here...
He's just applying double standards, so what's the problem?
The Holy Flame Arbiter sailed out of the port, ignoring the communications between Meyer and the staff, and directly aimed its Lance array downwards.
"Yes, this is it!"
Alvin glanced at the map below, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and shouted menacingly, "Aim here! Shoot them all! Sink these four damn islands!"
"Enter the Holy Annihilation Protocol!"
"Coordinates entered successfully. The Eye of Myriad Machines has locked onto the heretic on the surface!"
Under the combined control of the Logic Soul and the Anger Soul, all four thousand mechanical Transformers priests on the ship chanted prayers in unison.
Subsequently, the "Judge" class Lance array located at the bow of the ship was illuminated at the same time.
The light emitted by the launching crystal plunged the surrounding star field into a ghastly white. Six beams of light, each a hundred meters in diameter, resembled the thunderous spears hurled by Zeus, the God King in ancient Greece, piercing straight into the atmosphere!
In an instant, the entire sky was ignited by the high temperature of the Light Lance, and the beam of light that stretched across the sky dragged along the dark cracks of electric ions.
To the bewilderment of the United Government and CEC leadership, six beams of light struck a nation located on the Pacific Ocean Plate with four main islands.
The ultra-high temperature plasma torrent, carrying a devastating shockwave, erupted with a roar that shook the heavens and the earth!
Rumble!!!
Steel, rock, and flesh were all vaporized and burned into a mist within a few seconds!
In the areas directly hit, tectonic plates shattered, and lava erupted from volcanoes, mingling with towering tsunamis.
They swallowed up this sinful country, completely erasing all traces of their existence.
The aftershocks from the Light Lance triggered a violent atmospheric Stormfront.
The dark purple thunderstorm churned in the stratosphere for months, resembling a roaring behemoth.
Even more terrifying is that the massive radiation levels mean that even if there are survivors in this area, they will never be able to live there.
This place has been completely turned into a dead zone!