Beyond this, Tom also saw battlecruisers, as dense as a swarm of bees, gathered on planets and at military bases.
Roughly estimated, the total number of these warships, large and small, exceeded 1.5 million!
That was more than the number of warships he currently possessed!
All of this indicated the strength and prosperity of this civilization.
Roughly estimating, Tom knew that if equated to Human Civilization’s population, the number of intelligent beings in this civilization was at least three hundred billion.
Such a powerful and prosperous civilization had now beco his enemy for reasons he still did not know.
Tom’s heart was heavy.
When the fleet was only a few hundred billion kiloters from the star, Tom sent a second ssage to the Havilah Civilization.
"Our fleet has arrived as promised. May we ask which planet your esteed side has prepared for us?"
"Respected Human Civilization, our side warmly welcos your arrival.
The planet we have prepared for your esteed side is the Third Planet. As you can see, the Third Planet is a gas giant, containing abundant fusion energy.
At the sa ti, it has 20 large moons that have reached hydrostatic equilibrium, containing abundant mineral resources.
We believe this is sufficient to show our sincerity.
However, there is a small issue now.
Our side sincerely hopes to engage in exchange and cooperation with your esteed side, and we do not wish for any unforeseen factors to cause any misunderstandings during this process.
Therefore, we hope that your esteed side’s warships will temporarily not enter the solar system and remain outside a hundred billion kiloters, temporarily entrusted to our care. Your esteed side’s residential ships, industrial ships, material ships, etc., can proceed to the Third Planet first to begin preliminary work.
Please believe that our side possesses unparalleled sincerity. To engage in exchange and cooperation with your esteed side is the sincere wish of everyone on our side."
When Tom saw this ssage, he almost laughed out of anger.
This ti, Tom’s reply was very simple, only a few words.
"F*** you! F*** off!"
Slightly adjusting course, Tom’s fleet charged directly towards the Second Planet, the second closest to the star.
That was the larger of the two rocky planets.
After being promoted to a Strong Nuclear Civilization, capable of obtaining energy through protium fusion, the value of gas giants decreased to be on par with rocky planets.
Because rocky planets also contain large amounts of protium. At the sa ti, large rocky planets also have mineral reserves far exceeding those of gas giants.
No matter how many moons a gas giant has, under normal circumstances, it cannot compare to a large rocky planet.
It can be said that the Second Planet was the most valuable planet in this solar system, which Tom had numbered "Lyra G16."
Since it was a desperate fight, if they were going to fight, they would fight for the most valuable one!
After so ti, Tom received a reply ssage from the Havilah Civilization.
"Respected Human Civilization, our side harbors sincerity and hopes to engage in friendly exchange and cooperation with your esteed civilization, not hesitating to cede a large planet for your side to station.
But... is this how your esteed side repays us? Not only do you hurl insults at our side in a formal and serious diplomatic setting, but you also violate our instructions and attempt to invade our Second Planet.
For this, our side is forced to respond. We hope your esteed side understands that all responsibility for this war lies with your esteed side!
Our side solemnly advises your esteed side to imdiately pull back from the brink!"
Tom probably understood their intention.
The reason they went to such trouble to put on so much pretense—even though he had already seen through it, they still maintained such a high-sounding facade—was simply to divide his internal ranks.
For an ordinary gregarious intelligent civilization, this tactic might indeed create a group of opponents within their own civilization, who would question and oppose current decisions, dragging the civilization down.
But unfortunately, Human Civilization’s internal structure could not be divided.
This tactic was destined to be ineffective against him.
"F*** your X! Still acting like XX at this point, if you want to fight, then fight, why so much nonsense! I XX, you XX, XXXX..."
Tom simply let loose, unleashing all the foul language that had developed in Human Civilization, and even various colorful curses deciphered from the Havilah Civilization’s dictionary, all in one go, continuously, and in broadcast form, insulting the entire solar system.
Tom’s intention was also very simple.
If they wished to create opposition within his ranks, they could only maintain a superficial, high-sounding facade. No matter how much he cursed, they had to consider their image.
But he didn’t need to consider his image!
That is, now only he could curse them, and they couldn’t talk back!
And what would continuous insults, continuous forced maintenance of image without being able to talk back, lead to?
It would almost certainly infuriate the Havilah Civilization, from its leader down to its common citizens.
And Tom’s goal was to enrage them.
"When you are angry, you will lose your reason, and then I will have a chance!"
At this mont, there were still several months of travel to the Second Planet. Tom continued to slow down the fleet while cursing in various ways.
On the Third Planet, inside the Havilah Civilization’s flagship, the "Honor," Havilah Civilization’s leader, Heirlan, stood with his tall, slender body behind a huge desk, staring intently at the report in front of him, his long face already turned blue with rage.
The words on it were so filthy and vile that they exceeded his imagination.
"This Human Civilization... crude! Despicable! How can there be such a filthy civilization in this universe!"
Heirlan cursed angrily in the empty office hall, only managing to vent a little of his anger after a long ti.
The office door was pushed open, and the secretary walked in.
"Leader, this is the seventh round of dialogue docunts submitted by the Minister of Foreign Affairs, please review them."
Suppressing his anger, he glanced at the information in the docunt, and seeing that it was all about "strong condemnation" and "advising your esteed side to maintain decorum," Heirlan felt a surge of frustration in his heart that he couldn’t release no matter what.
But in the end, besides sighing, he made no modifications to the docunt: "Let it be."
The secretary paused and said, "Leader, recently, the calls within the civilization to severely punish Human Civilization have been growing louder, and strong critical public opinion has ford regarding the Minister of Foreign Affairs’ overly weak replies. According to reports, over ten thousand people within the civilization have died due to excessive anger caused by Human Civilization’s insults. What do you think...?"
Heirlan snorted coldly: "The civilization has repeatedly issued strict prohibitions against privately receiving enemy signals!"
"But Human Civilization is using a broadcast format, it’s really hard to prohibit..."
"Then let them bear the consequences themselves!"
"Yes. Also, there is widespread indignation within the military. Many soldiers are petitioning, demanding that a fleet be dispatched to proactively attack Human Civilization to vent their anger..."
"No!"
Heirlan refused without hesitation: "The opponent has no logistical supplies. We are defending the planet, with ample logistics. Ti is on our side!
Prepare for defense! Just wait for the opponent to attack! That’s when they can unleash their combat power!"
"Yes."
The secretary bowed and slowly withdrew.
Heirlan was once again alone in the office hall.
Only then did his face twist, and he viciously cursed that sentence.
"Humanity, I F*** your mother! You XX, I XX..."
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