Mowei

"Gentlemen, launching a war now, in my opinion, is extremely risky. It would be better to wait for more allies to join us, and then conquer the Zerg with invincibility."

Mowei opened his arms and spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Of course, the specific choice depends on everyone present."

The representatives of the various ethnic groups remained silent. After listening to Mowei's analysis, they had already formed their own preferences. Apart from the Yuntu Clan and Sangqie Clan, who had suffered total or near-total annihilation and were no longer burdened by such losses, none of the other tribes present wanted to suffer excessive losses.

However, what General Mide said was also correct. The higher-ups had already expressed their dissatisfaction with the previous sub-light speed march, which had dragged on for a full four years. It would be very difficult to delay it for a few more years, and it might even offend some powerful forces.

Some alien races have changed their mindset. They believe that if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. The most anxious ones now are not them, but those civilizations that are currently fighting the Swarm or about to fight it. They can simply stand by and watch. Whether it's an attack or retreat, they can accept it.

The races that took up the fight, represented by the Ketu Clan, were indeed anxious. They had no choice before, but now they wanted to be bystanders. However, they didn't have many members. Even if you include the other group that attacked the Zerg Star System No. 9, the total number was less than thirty. With their capabilities, it was uncertain whether they could change their plans.

Seeing their troubled expressions, Mowei smiled slightly and said, "I understand your concerns. If you choose a more aggressive approach, then naturally we can leave it at that. If you choose a more cautious approach, then I will do my best to communicate with the elders of the Epoch Clan and buy you more time."

"Ahem, I think the situation with the Zerg is unclear. They don't know what they're hiding. To avoid further defeats and damaging the morale of the Coalition Army, I think it's best to play it safe and investigate the situation before launching an attack."

"Yes, I agree."

"I also believe that the previous intelligence was seriously flawed and that a reinvestigation should be conducted before drawing any conclusions."

"We need more accurate intelligence..."

"Agree..."

With the most powerful representative of the Mid-Ring Civilizations taking the lead, other civilizations, such as the Ketu civilization, grasped at a straw and echoed his sentiments. However, many civilization representatives also showed expressions of doubt.

Finally, Mide couldn't help but ask, and to show that the question was unrelated to personal grudges, he even used polite language. "Your Excellency Mowei, I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it."

Mowei remained polite, wearing an annoying smile, and said, "Oh, Lord Mide, are you still the Mide I know? You look like a gentleman now."

Seeing Mide's face visibly flush red, Mowei's smile widened, "Although I know you might be about to ask a rather provocative question, I'm still willing to answer it for you~"

Mide took a few deep breaths. As the commander of an army, he was usually a model of composure, but for some reason, he was easily provoked by Mowei: "Lord Mowei, as the saying goes, no one gets up early without a reason. Logically speaking, this war has nothing to do with you or your race, but your enthusiasm seems a bit excessive."

"Oh, so that's the question." Mowei's lips curled into a smile, giving Mide a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next second, he spat out something unpleasant. "I thought you were going to ask something more personal. You know, I'm a charming and charismatic man with many friends, and I'm very popular with females, including your daughter. Seeing how serious you looked just now, I was even about to confess to you..."

Seeing Mide's face flush red again, Mowei put on an anxious expression. "Alright, alright, I'll confess to you. You can rest assured, your daughter doesn't fit my aesthetic standards. After all, our two races are different, even more so than in terms of gender. How could I possibly have anything to do with your daughter? Especially since she has you as her father~ Aren't you relieved? Especially happy?"

Even those unfamiliar with the Yuntu Clan could tell from Mide's expression that it was anything but happy. Just as Mide was about to explode, Mowei wisely steered the conversation back on track.

His flippant expression suddenly turned serious. "Perhaps in your eyes, this war offers no benefit, and your enthusiasm is low. The Zerg are like monstrous beasts, to be avoided at all costs. But in the eyes of us, the Lashudia Clan, the Zerg are like unparalleled heroes. We originally thought we were too far away to catch the first shot. But now it seems..."

Mowei paused, glanced at the foreign representatives whose faces were somewhat grim, and continued, "Since we have the opportunity, we will definitely fight for it. Since everyone doesn't want it, then please let us have this first victory, this great triumph!"

Many civilizations know that while being the strongest Mid-Ring Civilizations is a prestigious title, something many races aspire to but cannot attain, for the Lashudia Civilization, the holder of that title, it is a disgrace.

They have always considered themselves the Inner-Ring Civilizations, have a strong sense of superiority over other races, and are extremely resistant to the division of the Mid-Ring Civilizations. However, the Inner-Ring Civilizations itself does not seem to recognize them.

Perhaps no other race, or even any Inner-Ring Civilizations, would so openly utter such offensive words in such a setting. But Mowei said it so naturally that no one felt anything was wrong, because Mowei, and all the Lashudia Clan, were just like that.

The perverse satisfaction derived from belittling and mocking others is a common trait of this race. Others may not know what kind of environment could have transformed an entire civilization into this state; perhaps only the older, more established Inner-Ring Civilizations can explain it.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Lashudia Clan, achieving their first major victory in the war against the insects was enough to prove their excellence. This honor alone could bring them unparalleled spiritual satisfaction, which was comparable to any other gain for them.

This may explain why they were able to assemble an army of over 200 million warships to participate in this war, while other races only deployed tens of millions of warships.

It's important to understand that this fleet was dispatched decades ago, before large-scale military buildup had even begun. For the Lashudia Clan, assembling such a fleet was no easy feat.

Seeing Mowei's unusually serious expression, as if he were talking about something related to the survival of the race, Mide felt complicated. The anger that had been stirred up earlier gradually subsided, finally turning into a complex sigh.