"Wonderwood Star was the planet where the Seventh Ironblood Empress was born. I will never allow you wizards to lay a hand on it!"
On the core light screen of Eternal Sky City, the Thirteenth Ironblood Empress, who had been temporarily elevated after the Twelfth Ironblood Empress's whereabouts became unknown, issued a majestic warning.
Below Eternal Sky City's light screen stood row after row of crystal coffins, arranged in neat lines.
The True Spirit Wizards of successive generations, sealed in hibernation during several Wars of Civilization, remained silent. The oppressive atmosphere was terrifying as they stared expressionlessly through their crystal coffins at the light screen.
Yet at the very front of these sealed wizards, Pumiluoxius, pieced together from Metal Cubes and constantly shifting forms like a two-dimensional lifeform, was unusually calm.
"To utterly defeat these Abyssal Devil Race creatures, we must cut off all their supplies. There are only two ways to do that: occupation or destruction. But frankly, wizards will not waste precious lives to forcibly occupy these small worlds and wrest them from the tenacious will-control of the Abyssal Devil Race."
Pumiluoxius spoke in a low voice, as though it were only natural. "For the sake of greater peace, destruction is its destiny. The kaleidoscopic rules of this dimension's cycle will help us cleanse away every trace of will, including the Abyssal Will."
"You are destroying the history of the Ironblood Galaxy!" the Thirteenth Ironblood Empress said furiously.
All major civilized races knew that the core influencing a civilization's inheritance was its history!
If a race's history could not be erased, then unless that race was completely exterminated, even if it was defeated and enslaved, it would one day rise again. But if its history was erased, then within only a few generations, that race would be utterly