Liliana hugged her head and crouched down pitifully, as though she was waiting for someone to bully her. However, I knew that if we were to lift her up now, we would only be greeted by a silly face that was about to burst into laughter.
The extinction of a planet, and it was an extinction that no life could escape from. Within three to five seconds, the entire planet would be sucked dry of life, including the microorganisms. How terrifying was that? However, when Liliana said it out loud, she was actually able to smile happily.
This was an illness. This lass had to receive treatment!
But then again, other than that, the methods we could think of were more or less the same.
In a battle between two armies, it was impossible to steal an enormous device that was several hundred kilometers wide from the enemy's headquarters without any casualties. Although the Angel Pirates' technological level was far inferior to the Xiling Empire's, they weren't primitive people. In the place where the ancient device was stored, they might have set up many gravitational traps, dark lightning traps, and the like. Even the Empire's secret service agents would find it difficult to sneak in, let alone steal it without anyone noticing.
"Destroy all the enemies on the enemy planet in an instant, so that they won't be able to do any damage to the ancient device." This was the only choice we could make in the current situation. Liliana merely expanded the sacrifice range from "all the enemies" to "all the lives". Although it was frightening, hadn't we already done genocide on a much larger scale?
As for the innocent lives that might be lost because of this … I could only say that it was a pity. The most outstanding commander in a war could only do their best to reduce unnecessary casualties. If not a single person died, then it wouldn't be a war anymore. Besides, how many of the pirates that remained in the Angel Pirates' headquarters at this time would be peaceful?
"Get up. Stop acting cute here."
I lowered my head and grabbed Liliana's collar. Then, I asked solemnly.
"I only want to confirm one thing: How dangerous are those seeds? Will they spread? "
This had to be confirmed. I wasn't surprised that Liliana would keep such a dangerous thing. Jingle's identity was there, and so was Liliana's identity. No matter how unreliable the master and servant were, the former was the God of the World, and the latter was the First Bishop. Jingle would always conduct a bunch of unimaginable experiments for various reasons, such as preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, preparing for a make-up exam, and preparing for a make-up exam, she would conduct a bunch of unimaginable experiments. A few of them succeeded, such as the peashooters and corn cannons that the heroic spirits of Avalon, but most were failures. For example, there were all kinds of strange animals in Aval.
And among those numerous failures, there was a one in ten chance that something even more savage would appear: dangerous items.
Algae that could consume the entire atmosphere in a week, birds with highly corrosive blood that could vaporize a super-heavy tank in six seconds, parasitic semi-plant species that could survive in vacuum and any temperature below 6,000 degrees Celsius, feeding on radioactive elements and accumulating high concentrations of nuclear fuel in their bodies, self-destructing furry monsters that could trigger super-large-scale fusion explosions as soon as they reached a certain age, and biochemical viruses that could allow you to write from A to Z without repeating themselves. The T-virus was nothing compared to those biochemical viruses that could spread through any substance and could withstand the high temperature of magma. Umbrella was practically a welfare home for all mankind compared to Jingle's laboratory!
The above was just the tip of the iceberg of the dangerous products that Jingle had created for countless lives on a daily basis. Believe it or not, the most dangerous among us had never been the two lunatics, Pandora and Visca, but the pure and kind little Jingle who loved all life. She had more than a few kilobytes of methods that could send all life in the universe to meet their respective Gods in the fastest and most painful way possible — of course, that included meeting Jingle. The only thing worth rejoicing about was that Jingle herself would never use her Authority to harm any life, and any dangerous items that she created were also under strict control procedures. This control procedure was divided into two parts: the first step was for Jingle to identify the dangerous products, seal them temporarily, and delete their serial numbers from the 'World Life Registration Sequence' to ensure that they would not increase. The second step was for the goddess's assistant, Liliana, to gather and destroy the dangerous products.
… Alright, from a certain point of view, neither of these two steps seemed reassuring.
Once again, I sighed at the suffering humans. It's not easy for you to survive, and I also extend my deep condolences to the Earth King who might die at any time.
The core of the World Tree had a very important device, which was a meter tall black prism engraved with runes. Liliana usually used it to dry clothes, Jingle often stuck pictures on it, and Little Bubble used to scribble on it. However, this could not cover up its name as the 'Pillar of Life'. It was the recycling bin for all life in this world. Any life's' identification code 'would be logged into the pillar, and their entire race would be deleted from the current world, never to appear again. Of course, this deletion was only limited to dangerous species created by the World Tree. For creatures that evolved normally in this world, due to the compatibility issues of the pirated system, cough cough … you know.
Friendly reminder, the Pillar of Life is only used to eliminate extremely dangerous species. Any misuse or misuse of it will be borne by the user alone. The Pantheon "Jujia" Industrial Co., Ltd. does not bear any legal responsibility. At the same time, the developer has the right to pursue the joint responsibility of the user due to misuse or misuse of the Pillar of Life. "Jujia" Industrial Co., Ltd. has the final right to interpret the above regulations.
"Of course the degree of harm is controllable." Liliana swayed left and right in midair as someone grabbed her by the collar. "The Goddess has sealed these seeds. They won't reproduce, and they won't come alive on their own. As long as the life on that planet is extinct, I can make these seeds stop moving. Don't worry. Although it's a natural disaster to mortals, these seeds are as safe and harmless as dandelions to the devout believers of the Goddess of Life. As long as they are used properly, they can become holy weapons to purify the heretics. Furthermore, I guarantee that I don't have any extra seeds on hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that an NB guy like you also needs to breathe."
I let go of her hand without any sincerity.
"Hey, stupid little human," Mercury Lamp, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, suddenly pointed at the Black Priest who was coughing on the ground. "Are you really the priest of the Goddess of Life?"
I immediately patted the back of Mercury Lamp who was a little agitated by Liliana. "You'll get used to it. Anyway, none of us took it seriously."
"Liliana's method might work." The elder sister sighed softly. "Among those who have this kind of power, I'm afraid she's the only one who can put this plan into practice without any psychological burden. Now let's think about it. How can we send her to the Far East Paradise without attracting the attention of the Angel Pirates? There are millions of space battleships gathered there. Even the probe made by Schilling Technology was instantly exposed after being scanned by more than thirteen thousand radars at the same time. The enemy's defense will only be tighter now."
"What do you mean by 'put it into practice without any psychological burden' …"
Liliana protested in a low voice.
What the elder sister said made sense. The power to instantly wipe out all life on the planet wasn't something that only Liliana possessed. Even excluding the divine power of the Goddess that descended from the sky, Liliana, who was only equivalent to a blood elf mage, was considered the weakest among us. The elder sister's ultimate curse and my various detonations were all abilities that could wipe out all life on the planet in a few seconds. However, if we were to do so, it would be a huge psychological burden for us. But Liliana …
Cough cough. Let's think about how to send her to the Far East Paradise.
"Even the invisible army probe can be scanned. The Angel Pirates also have cutting-edge technology. After all, they are also an advanced civilization in the interstellar war era. Even if there is a huge gap between them and the Empire, they still have the power to resist. Furthermore, the enemy has used a super-strong gravitational trap to envelop the entire planet layer by layer. Even teleportation won't work." I pondered. "Do any of you have a solution?"
Mercury Lamp was the first to speak. "Stuff Liliana into a cannon and shoot it in like a dud. Who knows, the enemy might not intercept her."
Everyone: "…"
"Or stuff her into a meteorite and let her fall to the surface. That doesn't count as an attack by the enemy. She shouldn't be intercepted, right?"
Liliana finally exploded. "You vicious puppet! I will represent the Goddess to purify you! If you have the guts, fight with my twelve Holy Knights one by one! "
Mercury Lamp fell from the sky. "You can do that?"
I roared, "All of you, quiet!!!"
Every day, when we were talking about serious matters, the topic would never be focused on for more than five minutes. Within ten sentences, the topic would definitely go astray. After a battle meeting, I would always find that the focus of everyone's discussion seemed to extend in a spiral. How did I get through these days?
"Tsk, you infidel." Liliana bared her teeth at Mercury Lamp, who had always been at odds with her. Then, her expression turned serious. "Do you still remember the scrap collector … Err, Privateer Group Leader, Bonnie?"
Bonnie — — After Liliana's reminder, I remembered her. Then, I thought of the poor but seemingly happy scrap … Privateer Group.
Their location seemed to be sandwiched between Roland Gale and the Angel Pirates. They were located in a desolate and barren star system that had no strategic value. No one would be interested in that place. The only advantage they had was that they were relatively close to the major battlefields. To the Privateer Group who were used to collecting scrap on the battlefield, such a place was a treasure land. When I officially launched the attack on the Angel Pirates, I still remembered about the Privateer Group. Thus, I specially informed the financial group's frontline army not to burn the flames of war on those happy scrap workers. However, I was so busy recently that I had forgotten about those Privateer Group that I had only met once.
Now that I think about it, Liliana meant for Bonnie to find a way to sneak into the Angel Pirates' capital planet without anyone noticing?
"Not sneak in," the black-bellied priestess waved her hand. "That place is like an iron bucket now. There are more than ten thousand gravitational traps and space barriers blocking the way. Even the Empire's agents can't get in. However, Bonnie might be able to swagger in …"
Privateers, that was a role between black market merchants and pirates. Since they were both illegal, they had always been ostracized by various official forces — at least on the surface. However, there were only two places, the Angel Pirates and the Black Fog Pirates, where privateers were treated extremely well. It could even be said that every privateer in the Eastern Sky was equivalent to the long-term "business partners" of those large pirate groups. The former collected all kinds of technology and relics, while the pirate groups bought those things from the privateers at a fixed price. Apart from that, privateers also had the identity of intelligence dealers. This identity was welcomed by the pirates who were used to despicable tactics. During times of war, every privateer group leader would become a high-level agent behind the scenes of a large pirate force. They even had the possibility of meeting the leader of the force directly.
"Fortunately, Bonnie is such a person," Liliana raised her index finger and waved it in front of me. "Although her privateer group is a little shabby in terms of 'real business', she herself is an extremely famous intelligence dealer in the Eastern Sky. She has even come into contact with the upper echelons of the Angel Pirates. Of course, she isn't qualified to meet the leader of the Angel Pirates, but it might not be a problem now. The situation is like this. While the Angel Pirates are guarding their nest, they are actually surrounded by us. Other than the constant bad news at the border, they don't know anything about what's happening outside the battlefront. Bonnie happens to be the intelligence dealer outside the battlefront. I think the leader of the Angel Pirates must really want to know the movements of the Imperial Army, such as where our main forces are gathered and which direction we are going to attack. As long as she has a bit of courage, Bonnie can sneak in. To the Angel Pirates, she has this kind of credibility. Besides, no matter how wise the enemy is, they wouldn't think that such a terrifying existence like the Imperial Army would actually ask for the help of a local waste collection station's director, right?"
"Maybe … it'll work?" I muttered uncertainly. "In a desperate situation, would the leader of the Angel Pirates simply implement a complete lockdown and refuse all outside interference?" "That's impossible.
"That's impossible. Creatures like pirates wouldn't have such awareness. Since the enemy thinks that they have a trump card that they're extremely confident in, they'll definitely leave 120% to chance. Furthermore, it's the scariest thing to hide in a black box and wait for death anxiously. Bonnie will definitely be able to sneak in. An intelligence peddler with the identity of an ordinary human and a little girl as his assistant. With just the two of them, how vigilant can the pirates be? Their inferior brains don't have the potential to understand higher levels of power. The original sin of arrogance makes it impossible for them to imagine how strong true power can be. "
What a terrifying venomous tongue. Liliana, if you continue like this, the reputation of the Goddess of Life will be irreparable. Even if the Goddess is a 5-star cute creature, it will be irreparable!
"Then, this is the main plan. Let's carry it out first. If this doesn't work, boss, sign the annihilation order and vaporize the Far East Paradise with a star-ranked weapon. Anyway, we can't lose to those little bastards. At most, we don't need that thing anymore. Anyway, the rebel army isn't something that we can get rid of just by researching a super device … Wuwu … Don't pinch my face …"
Hearing the other party start to spout nonsense, I immediately went forward to teach her a lesson … After teaching her for a while, I suddenly thought of a small problem.
"Speaking of which, since Bonnie is a rather famous intelligence dealer in the Eastern Sky, why is her family … You should know right? It's like a slum."
I thought of that dilapidated space station. Due to the perpetual lack of power, only half of the station had lights. All of the pipes were in disrepair and were full of patches. The control handle of the material loading and unloading bridge was connected to a mop after it was broken. The tactical core cabin couldn't be replaced due to the broken equipment. In the end, their talented engineers made a waterproof bottom layer to rear tortoises. Basically, every ventilation pipe was used to dry clothes. There was also a purely manual exchange cabin door … Ah, there was also the artificial gravity that was always uneven. Without two to three years of hard work, you would be lucky if you didn't fall down after walking one round on the main road of that place.
In a nutshell, that bunch of happy scrap workers had almost created a miracle in the history of human spaceflight. "On how a space station could float in orbit for decades after being fully patched up."
Everyone knew that intelligence was the most profitable thing in times of war. Intelligence dealers would never lack money. They would charge by the word they said and work by the second. A small piece of paper the width of a finger would dare to charge you for the price of a suite in the Third Ring. If Bonnie was really such a fierce intelligence dealer, she would have been living a good life long ago. She would have bravely abandoned the bottom line of human morality and risked her life to betray the warring parties. After a war, she would be able to renovate the entire space station. At the very least, she would have to change the mop on the control handle of the material loading and unloading bridge …
"That fellow is a naive fool." Liliana snorted. "Logically speaking, privateers are a bunch of absolutely despicable fellows. They don't have enough strength, yet they do the same risky work. They are all more shameless and cunning than pirates. However, Bonnie is a freak, a freak who insists that she is the heir of a noble bloodline, so she swears to not throw away her bottom line of morality. If it wasn't because she offended her peers and couldn't do many businesses, she would have been rich long ago … Tsk, naive little girl. Why didn't she think that I, the noble and holy Priestess, also don't take human morality seriously … Ah, pain …"
Don't use your moral standards to judge the last good person in the underworld!
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