The humans of Planet Veloxia rose up in resistance.
The royal family had summoned their celestial masters, and now those cultivators unleashed their might—flying swords reaped alien lives one after another.
Just as the battle seed locked in a stalemate, a massive battleship descended upon Planet Veloxia, casting a vast shadow that blotted out the sun.
A magnetic nuclear blast beam shot down from the battleship’s underside, striking the densest part of the battlefield.
Countless people perished in an instant, their bodies utterly disintegrated.
As the battleship prepared to unleash a second nuclear blast, the Emperor hurriedly sought out Immortal Duan.
"Immortal Duan! The aliens are about to fire another magnetic nuclear blast! Do you have any way to stop it? If it lands again, our casualties will be devastating!"
The earlier reports hadn’t ntioned that the Prince of Doomsday’s battleship would be present.
Immortal Duan’s face turned pale. "That is the aliens’ most powerful weapon... there is nothing we can do."
He had considered trying to resist the magnetic nuclear blast, but the mont the first attack landed, he had felt an overwhelming, gut-wrenching fear.
He didn’t even dare to attempt a defense.
To make matters worse, the Ashen Djinn Brotherhood had betrayed them.
At the mont when humanity was at its weakest, they ruthlessly turned against their own kind and defected to the aliens.
Previously, their negotiations with the royal family had failed to reach an agreent.
Later, the Ashen Djinn Brotherhood pretended to seek cooperation with the royal family, but in reality, they had already struck a deal with the aliens in secret.
When they betrayed humanity, they struck down several cultivators, gravely injuring them.
One cultivator even fell in battle.
...
At the mont when Planet Veloxia was teetering on the brink of destruction, the Prince of Doomsday’s most critical stronghold—Planet Gallia—had already been conquered by Kenny Lin and his forces.
At the sa ti, they joined up with Amalia’s group.
The mont they t, Major General Rafiq and his officers keenly noticed the changes in Duviel and the 300,000 infantryn who had stayed behind.
Their auras carried a deep and formidable presence.
Khalil decided to spar with one of the mutated soldiers to test their strength.
Given his genetic level, he could normally defeat an ordinary soldier within a few moves.
However, the outco this ti left him utterly shocked.
His opponent lasted twenty full minutes without being defeated.
Though Khalil seed to have the upper hand, the soldier’s overall strength had improved far beyond what he had expected.
In the end, Khalil won, but only because of his rich combat experience.
"What on earth happened?" Despite winning, Khalil did not feel happy at all.
Instead, he was filled with disbelief.
The soldier, nad Dan, was equally stunned.
He knew he had grown stronger, but he had never expected to hold out for so long against his superior officer.
"You really went all out... How did you do it?" Kenny Lin glanced around at the people present with great interest.
Nearly everyone with potential had gained so level of cultivation.
This wasn’t just a few people, nor a few hundred or a few thousand—it was over 300,000 people!
He was genuinely curious how Amalia had managed to get so many people to cultivate.
"I made a deal with Planet Teutonia’s consciousness. Without its help, I couldn’t have done it," Amalia said with a slight smile.
"Ms. Amalia, since you can make them stronger, then... does that an..." Khalil hesitated to finish his sentence, feeling as if he were asking for too much.
"You all want to cultivate as well?" Amalia’s gaze swept across Khalil’s face.
As soon as she said this, even Major General Rafiq’s expression changed slightly.
Many of them didn’t fully understand what cultivation was, but they knew one thing—cultivators were strong, unimaginably strong.
If Amalia hadn’t just helped 300,000 soldiers cultivate, they wouldn’t have dared to bring it up.
However, since she had already done it, they couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope.
Even ordinary soldiers with lower genetic levels than them could cultivate—did that an they could as well?
"Yes!" Khalil responded without hesitation.
While Major General Rafiq and a few other officers maintained a more reserved deanor, Tariq and the others could hardly contain their excitent.
"It’s not impossible," Amalia said, not rejecting the idea. "I was already planning to pass down a cultivation technique to everyone. Since you’re interested, you can join as well."
Since she had led them down this path, Amalia had no intention of abandoning them halfway.
"Tomorrow morning, I will teach you all a cultivation technique right here."
Major General Rafiq’s face showed deep emotion.
He seed to struggle to suppress his feelings but eventually let out a long sigh.
"Ms. Amalia, your kindness and generosity... we can never repay you."
He had no words to express his gratitude—only overwhelming emotion.
No one understood better than him just how valuable Amalia’s cultivation technique was.
Once, on the underground black market, soone had offered 10 billion star coins for a single cultivation technique, yet no one was willing to sell.
Later, the price had skyrocketed even further, but still, no one was willing to part with one.
"Ms. Amalia, from now on, my life belongs to you!" Khalil suddenly declared loudly.
"Mine too!" Tariq followed imdiately.
They were among the first people that Amalia and Kenny Lin had saved.
The debt they owed was one they could never repay, even if they had ten lives to give.
And now, Amalia was willing to pass down a priceless cultivation technique to them.
Such generosity was beyond words.
One by one, the others followed suit, especially the 300,000 soldiers who had grown stronger thanks to Amalia.
They all loudly proclaid that their lives belonged to her, leaving Major General Rafiq both amused and exasperated.
Even his own soldiers had "betrayed" him, swearing their lives to Amalia.
Would they still listen to his orders in the future?
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