This was the edge of the Milky Way, and this Milky Way was located in a region where the Melovans' rule was relatively weak. It was adjacent to several other smaller celestial bodies, and there were occasional material exchanges between them. These few galaxies together formed a magnificent wall that spanned across space. Within this area, the original Melovans' military nodes were no more. Those tyrant fortresses that could monitor and rule over an area of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of light-years had now been reduced to ashes. This border area, like the other outer battlefields of the universe, had now fallen into the hands of the Imperial Army.
We had already built more than a dozen war factories on the periphery of this young star that were in operation day and night. Other than the main force of the army, our lowest-level military units were now exploding at the speed of a cube. These newly produced war puppets and wandering troops had reached every corner of this galaxy in the past two days. The small military facilities that the Melovans had set up in this area had been wiped out by them one by one. In the end, the last resistance of the enemy in this galaxy wall that spanned across the universe had also been wiped out. Barrian was powerless to stop all of this. He could only watch helplessly as the bases that he had set up in the border area lost their signals one by one. The latter had sent out distress signals throughout the universe in the past forty-eight hours, but the "Nation of God" was unable to respond to any of them. Barrian should have already given up on these outposts that could not be rescued and had completely fallen into the Empire's territory. He might be gathering the last of his forces to prepare for a desperate counterattack. Of course, he could also be preparing for a great escape. Either way, it was meaningless. He was walking step by step towards his doom, and this time, he could not escape again.
After the Royal Fleet had occupied this "space wall", they had also temporarily stopped sending more troops to the outer battlefields. The first military objective had been achieved, and that was to destroy the enemy's borders and some of the industrial centers far away from the capital before the enemy could react. Now, it's time to reorganize our forces and prepare for the next phase of our operation. If Barrian doesn't intend to come out on his own, we'll crush his Holy Kingdom and see when he makes up his mind to play his last card.
Planet General was still in a hellish state. This originally somewhat lively planet had been melted by EOP-03 once. Although it had undergone a certain degree of "treatment," a large part of its crust was still in a semi-molten state. Looking from space, this dark red planet's surface was crisscrossed with ravines and bright lines of various sizes. These were rivers of lava that flowed endlessly. The surface of the planet's surface was changing every moment. Within a day, new plateaus and mountain ranges would rise, basins and valleys would sink, and on the second day, these fragile terrains would be replaced by new mountains and valleys. The unprecedented intense geological activity caused the planet's appearance to be constantly refreshed. Only the area around the planet's equator seemed to be stable. The temperature there was obviously lower, and some kind of invisible energy field prevented the flow of lava. This energy field extended all the way to the planet's mantle, like countless rivets, "nailing" the crust above. This ring was the location of the Imperial Army's base. With City General as the center, we built a ring of production bases around the planet's equator. These bases were used to manufacture basic soldiers and war machines. Above this ring, there was a corresponding ring of factories in space, used to manufacture all kinds of small and medium-sized warships. We used the Schilling Main Engine to personally supervise these projects, and the construction speed of all the facilities was as fast as if they were on steroids. Those little girls really worked hard, and I was very glad that Bubble gave birth to a daughter that was half the size of a basketball court before we set off. Really, you don't know how shocked I felt when I saw a mass-produced Bubble that was half the size of a basketball court standing in front of me. At that time, I even ignored the shouts of "Profound Meaning? Multiple Daughter Doppelganger Technique! "The mother of his child …
In the sky above Planet General, there was a rather special fleet gathering area. This gathering area was a little messy. There were all kinds of spaceships of all shapes and sizes. Spaceships of all shapes and sizes were parked together. Ninety percent of the spaceships were in silent mode. Compared to the size of the Empire's starships, most of the spaceships were like small sampans, so compared to the few Eternal-class "Caretakers" beside them, they were like a group of ants. These spaceships were like a gray static fog, fixed in high orbit by a stagnant force field. Because most of the spaceships were in a low-energy state, they looked lifeless, like a "car graveyard" in space from afar.
These spaceships were the former Merlovan slave soldiers that we brought back yesterday. Now, the spaceships parked in the sky above Planet General were only a small portion of this huge fleet. Most of the spaceships were parked at the gravitational boundary of the star system. The Imperial Army also had a temporary base there, which could provide sufficient protection for these spaceships. However, there wasn't much to protect, after all, this space wall was already under the Empire's occupation, so it was absolutely safe here.
However, when we were preparing to communicate with these Merlovan slave soldiers, we ran into a small problem: they didn't have a spokesperson at all, they didn't even have a relatively recognized representative to send out. I wanted to speak to the leader of the slave soldiers, but all I got was a list of names that was twenty-six pages long! On average, every hundred of their spaceships (regardless of their size, including the little gray aircrafts) could be counted as an independent fleet, each with a so-called commander. These scattered small fleets had almost no contact with each other, they didn't belong to a larger organization, and they didn't have much understanding of each other, nor did they have a unified commander. This was because Barrian didn't allow this kind of situation that could lead to the slaves becoming stronger — sometimes, he didn't really trust his own brainwashing technology, so he simply separated the slave races.
This situation caused Shallow Shallow and Lin Xue to toss dices for five minutes before they finally randomly selected a few slave fleet commanders to communicate with the upper echelons of the Imperial Army. Of course, the two of them only had thirty seconds to do business, and the remaining four minutes and thirty seconds … they were tossing dices to compare the size of the dice … If I didn't notice it in time, these two buffoons would have probably been tossing dices until dinner time.
Tossing dices to choose an ambassador seemed a little unreliable, but I felt that there was no more reliable method. These slave races were controlled by Barrian in a horrifying state of "ignorance," and they were basically no different from each other within the same class, the commanders were probably the same as well. Asking Lin Xue to help toss dices would at least show the greatness of a prophet, right?
"Your Majesty, the representatives of the slave army have arrived."
At this moment, an inorganic voice came from the door, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up and saw Olla standing at the door. Sometimes I also called her Sister Mask, and it seemed that this leader, the Ancestor Bee, didn't seem to be unhappy. Behind Olla, there were three strangers in uniform. Their uniforms didn't have a uniform logo, and it seemed that Barrian had never considered reorganizing the equipment of his "servant army." One of the three strangers was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. He had a strong physique, and he had the bearing of a soldier. Standing next to him was a young lady who looked to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old. Although the latter was wearing a military uniform, her age and slightly frail figure didn't make her look like a soldier. Behind the man and the woman was an abnormally tall alien. The latter was quite different from the humans on Earth. He was nearly two meters tall, and his skin was light green. His neck was short and thick, and the proportion of his head to his body was larger than that of a human's. Moreover, there was no hair on his exposed skin. I couldn't tell the age of such a strange alien, but I could roughly guess that he was in the prime of his life. At the very least, he was a soldier, wasn't he?
The three of them were dressed differently, and their facial features were also very different. But now, the three of them were showing the same emotions: they were all very uneasy and confused. They tried their best to use the qualities of a soldier to keep themselves calm, but this couldn't completely cover up the uneasiness of entering an unfamiliar environment. I reckoned that the iron soldiers of the Empire outside were giving these three strange guests a lot of pressure. In any case, the military base of the Xi Ling Empire was not a suitable place to be a guest, especially in a state of war. The cold, hard, and iron-blooded atmosphere around the soldiers of the Xi Ling Empire would definitely make you as nervous as you could be. It was as if every living thing that walked upright here would choose to devour you.
"Sit down, don't be nervous." I gestured for the three seemingly nervous slave army commanders to sit down. Liliana immediately crawled out from under the table on the other side. She bounced in front of the three of them and looked them up and down. Then, she walked away while muttering to herself, and continued to play with Jingle. The three guests were startled by the sudden appearance of the little girl. But soon, the latter's' clever and cute 'appearance made them smile knowingly, and the tense atmosphere was instantly alleviated. I gave Liliana a look of approval, and the latter giggled back at me as if she didn't know anything.
"Let me introduce myself. I am the highest officer here, and also the supreme ruler of the Empire. But you can just call me Chen Jun. I don't like rules," I said as I turned off the MDT in my hand. The three of them couldn't help but glance at the MDT. The holographic projection of the 'Holy Kingdom' flashed across it. "How do you feel now? Your spirit should be stabilized soon. "
"My head is buzzing. I couldn't think at first, but now it's much better. It feels good to have control of my body again," the strong young man said first. "Chen … I'll call you Your Majesty. That's what the soldiers here call you. We are confused now. What happened? All of this … This … I'm sorry, I can't think of a good way to explain it. But everything that I know seems to have been turned upside down. Everything that I know has suddenly changed. Even my current thoughts seem to have never existed before … I even feel like I'm not myself anymore. Do you think you can explain the current situation? "
It seemed that the other party was quite cautious when it came to 'etiquette' and 'rules'. It was probably the solemn soldiers and meticulous officers that made him think that I was just being polite. The other party couldn't wait to raise his series of questions. He needed an explanation to understand whether the world had gone crazy or he had gone crazy. I was thinking about how to make a person who had never thought for himself understand such a complicated reality. Then, I made a decision: I took out two small pills from my pocket, one red and one blue. If he ate the red one, I would show him the desert of reality …
Lin Xue looked at me silently. Before Milady could say anything venomous, I stuffed the two chocolate beans into the mouths of her and Shallow Shallow, who was waiting to be fed. Then, I faced the three guests and took a deep breath.
"Let me tell you a story about a traitor. This story goes like this. A long time ago, there was a group of powerful people …"
An hour later, my mouth was dry and my vocabulary was dry, but I finally managed to explain everything clearly. I roughly understood what the Xiling Empire was, what the Mellowans were, how the treason and the suppression of the rebellion came about, as well as how the Mellowans usually did things. Most importantly, I believed that the three people in front of me could understand what I was saying. Even though they had never thought independently due to brainwashing education and the influence of nerve agents since birth, it didn't mean that they were fools. Even Anurili, a race that was so severely destroyed that they had lost their mathematical abilities, was able to retain the spark of resistance of hundreds of thousands of people. These slave races in front of me, who were left with high technology and more opportunities to think freely, would understand everything even better.
However, what I couldn't be sure of was that these slaves, who had never thought freely and had never taken the initiative to think of resistance, would they know how to resist even if their shackles were suddenly removed?
Or rather, would they know how to translate the words "fight for freedom"?
Having never tasted freedom, they wouldn't have any regrets about losing it. The slave soldiers we rescued had already demonstrated this very well. The most obvious emotion they were showing now was confusion and bewilderment. A large part of the reason was that they were at a loss because they suddenly didn't have the orders of their "masters". It was said that the rebel organization that Anurili joined needed a year and a half to reignite the fighting spirit of a numb compatriot, and we didn't seem to have that kind of time. However, Turazzo had already vowed that he could start a slave rebellion that would sweep across all universes. I was curious: it didn't seem like it would be easy.
"Those gods … I mean, the Mellowans, were actually invaders?" The green-skinned man with a strange appearance spoke in a low voice. "Hmm … I can now recall what they did. At that time, I felt that everything was as it should be, but now that I think about it, it makes me shudder. But all along, we endured everything without any doubt … Is this the power of brainwashing? "
"Their rule is coming to an end," Lin Xue said leisurely. "We will get rid of all the traitors. Well, I just don't know if you can be of any use. It seems that even though you have regained your freedom, you lack motivation … Hmm, that's not important. In this war, it doesn't matter whether you resist the Mellowans or not."
Lin Xue probably wanted to provoke the three slave commanders in front of her to see how much resistance they had, but the young woman only widened her eyes in disbelief. "They are so powerful! Can they really be destroyed? "
This was the result of many generations of continuous brainwashing. The invincible image of the Mellowans had been deeply ingrained in their minds. Under this premise, the first problem they had to face in order to resist was to make them realize that the Mellowans were actually very fragile. If the stolen technology and equipment were excluded, the Mellowans were actually not much stronger than the other mortal races.
"Look at this planet." I casually turned on the holographic projection, which showed a view of Planet General overflowing with magma in space. "You should have seen this scene in space. This is a military fortress of the Mellowans."
The three commanders nodded. They knew this place.
"It took twelve minutes and thirty-five seconds to capture this place." I shrugged. "The Mellowans have nothing to fear. Now, you are free, but whether you want to resist those fellows is your own business. I can make it clear that even if you continue to remain silent, the Mellowans will still be eliminated, but your entire race will lose their vital root, and freedom will become worthless. "
Freedom would become worthless, and these races would also become worthless to the Empire. If they showed their complete submissive nature, perhaps Sandora would also lose interest in these native creatures and leave them to fend for themselves in this desolate post-war world. I believed that with Sandora's personality, she would make such a decision.
"We should resist," the young male officer said. Surprisingly, his expression was calm when he said those words. There was no fear or uncertainty in his expression, nor was there any unnecessary anger. He was just confused. "But we don't know what to do. If we resist … Are we just going to attack their base directly? What about our homes? Those places are still … "
"Emergency communication," Olga, who had been standing at the side, suddenly interrupted the officer. Her crystal wings opened up and projected a series of images from other planets. It looked like the scene of the conflict between the Mellowans and the local natives. "Your Majesty, from the second frontline communication network. Barrian is furious over the huge losses suffered in the Silver Heart War. He is venting his anger on the slave races. Now, the Mellowans are gathering 'Admonishers' to 'punish' the latter. Four slave planets have already been brutally suppressed. Turazzo has an additional message. He has already mobilized the Conservatives to contain these 'Admonishers' troops, but he hopes to start the next step as soon as possible. Otherwise, the possibility of the Conservatives being exposed is very high. "
Just as I was about to speak, I heard a loud bang from the side. The young male officer had already stood up. His eyes were wide open in anger as he slammed his fist on the table. "… That … That is my planet!!!"
"Resistance is a human's innate instinct," Liliana's voice echoed in my head. "There is no need for guidance, as long as there is enough stimulation. Boss, tell Big Sister Sandora that the next stage is about to begin. "
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