A ssenger entered, reporting that several other generals wanted to et with the prince to discuss Aelra’s actions.
They were all in agreent—this attack on Zesch’s planet was absolutely intolerable.
"It is true that we cannot let this go easily. No matter who is giving the orders on that warship, after killing my subordinates, they will not be able to leave unscathed."
"Prince, since we all share the sa opinion, should we deploy our troops now to suppress Aelra’s montum?" a general suggested.
"If I were to mobilize my forces now, the battle would likely be over by the ti I arrive. However, since you are closer, you can send your troops ahead and try to pin down Aelra. If you succeed, then call for , and I will send reinforcents to assist you," Prince Ceodore said with a sly grin.
The atmosphere suddenly turned tense and awkward—no one spoke.
Furt broke the silence. "Zesch killed my n last ti, and I have yet to settle that score with him. I won’t be sending troops to save him. If any of you are interested, go ahead, but count out."
With that, he cut off communication.
The others cursed him silently in their hearts—this cunning bastard!
Zesch killed his subordinates ages ago, yet he was using that as an excuse now?
With two leaders already backing out, the others also lost interest.
Zesch’s death wouldn’t harm them in the slightest—in fact, it would be quite beneficial.
If he died, the resources previously promised to him would beco unclaid, aning they could all take a larger share.
These aliens all had their own agendas, and in the end, the hastily arranged eting concluded without any real action.
anwhile, a sudden, massive explosion erupted from the rear of Planet Teutonia.
By the ti Zesch realized sothing was wrong, his military stronghold in the rear had already been obliterated by the blast.
His Cosmorite cha production line was completely destroyed.
Zesch went insane—without that production line, how was he supposed to rebuild his cha army?
His power would inevitably fall behind the others, and when the great war began, his weakened forces might be excluded from the conflict entirely, leaving him with little to gain.
In reality, whether he would even survive to see the war begin was now in question.
Within the devastated military base, the surviving aliens frantically fled.
They had no idea why the base had suddenly exploded.
By the ti those stationed outside realized sothing was amiss, nearly everyone inside was already dead.
A lone human fearlessly moved through the flas, cutting down any who stood in his way.
The aliens, witnessing this massacre, were terrified.
As they burst outside, they suddenly saw a squad of Cosmorite chas charging toward them, led by none other than Zesch’s high-grade personal cha.
The fleeing aliens looked as if they had just seen their savior.
"General, help! Soone had infiltrated the base and went on a killing spree—he even destroyed the chas inside!"
Zesch abandoned the frontline battle entirely.
Enraged, he imdiately led his forces toward the disturbance.
At that mont, dozens of Cosmorite chas soared through the sky.
At the forefront was a black high-grade Cosmorite cha, which landed before him with a thunderous boom.
"Get out of my way!" Zesch roared, his montum undeterred as he raised his weapon and slashed forward.
Major General Rafiq’s eyes sharpened, swiftly maneuvering his cha to evade.
For this mont, he had trained extensively on Planet Lumora and aboard the space battleship.
As a warrior with powerful genetic abilities, he firmly believed that as long as he had the sa combat tools, his genes would not lose to those of these aliens.
The two black chas quickly clashed in a fierce battle, while the surrounding chas engaged in brutal combat, blood spilling everywhere.
The fight raged on until one human pilot let his guard down for a brief mont, and his cha’s cockpit was shattered.
Zesch’s forces finally saw the pilot inside—he was human.
Only then did they realize that their attackers were not Aelra’s subordinates but a group of humans.
"It’s not Aelra? Impossible! How did his space battleship fall into your hands?"
"Isn’t it obvious? We killed him," Major General Rafiq replied coldly, his voice thick with arrogance, all while launching another attack.
Zesch was a second too slow to react, and Major General Rafiq’s cha smashed him into the ground.
The battle lasted for more than half a day.
In the end, humanity erged victorious, capturing Planet Teutonia and bringing the conflict to a close.
The humans had no intention of showing rcy to the alien prisoners of war.
They killed as many as they could, seized a vast amount of loot, and further expanded their cha forces.
Zesch believed that the military base had been bombed and the Cosmorite cha production line had been destroyed in the explosion.
However, in reality, it had not—it had already been moved to a pocket dinsion by Amalia.
For the first ti, humanity had secured a decisive victory, proactively conquering an alien-occupied planet.
Many found it hard to believe—it felt like a dream.
As they were clearing the battlefield, high above in the vast sky, Kenny Lin hovered motionless.
The battleground below was still shrouded in lingering smoke.
In a place unseen by other humans, dark shadows began to rise from the ground, gathering around Kenny Lin like a vortex.
On the ground, Amalia suddenly felt sothing.
She lifted her head, her bright pupils reflecting the sight of dense black mist swirling in the sky—mist that no one else could see.
She seed to hear wailing and cries coming from within the fog.
The shadows continued to erge endlessly, far surpassing both Amalia’s and Kenny Lin’s expectations.
Major General Rafiq had just exhausted himself slaying Zesch and was about to discuss the next steps with Amalia—when she suddenly vanished before his eyes.
He looked up again, only to see a black shadow shrinking rapidly into a tiny speck before disappearing into the sky.
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