177. Slaughter Spire (Part 2)
Next, he still had to drag out the kid who had stolen his son's Omega Energy sequence.
"Du Zexin… I won't let you go."
Mozilan was too naive. Did he think that resolving the curse would let him walk away and live a carefree life?
With their status and power, they were far from achieving that.
Mozilan excitedly watched as target points were seized one by one. The bio-enhanced soldiers' efficiency at slaughter was remarkable, especially their attacks on civilians, which disrupted the coordination of military and police forces between regions. The authorities were forced to fight in isolation, diverting energy, manpower, and resources to rescue survivors.
"Amazing! Kill them all! Kill them all! Hahaha, let these ant-like mortals drown in their own blood!"
A joyful and blissful smile spread across Mozilan's beautiful face.
Ah…
Remaining Moon shook his head.
Throughout his life, he had committed countless sins, yet he had such an innocent and kind-hearted child… Especially in the Dominator path, Mozilan's Charisma was incredibly high, making him a natural beauty. His exquisite appearance resembled a porcelain doll.
But, how could a father not love his child? It would be better for Mozilan to break this naivety himself.
Remaining Moon raised his left hand adorned with a blue ring and affectionately patted his son's head. Feeling his father's care, Mozilan turned to glance at him and smiled contentedly.
Remaining Moon calculated in his heart.
"Du Zexin, you'd better not still be on this White Candle Planet, or else…"
Before he finished his muttering, his deputy, Romulus, suddenly spoke up:
"My lord, there's a transmission from Night Butterfly."
"Play it."
Remaining Moon and Mozilan immediately sat upright, facing the projection screen ahead.
Shhh—
The pale blue screen flickered with static before revealing an officer in a white robe and a black scale-shaped hat.
Upon seeing Remaining Moon, the officer raised his hand in a precise salute and solemnly said:
"May the Mother of Night bless us. The great Skyhunt Butterfly binds our fates together—Mr. Remaining Moon, it's been a while. How are things progressing on your end?"
From appearance alone, Night Butterfly people looked almost indistinguishable from the Tanis people, but a single glance made their differences unmistakable.
Night Butterfly people adorned themselves with flashy and impractical outfits, favoring retro robes with a rigid and conservative style steeped in religious undertones.
In contrast, the Tower people of the Crystal Spire were highly secular, dressing openly and fashionably, idolizing mages and materialism.
"Everything's going smoothly, Admiral Bablushka," Remaining Moon said, resting one hand on the armrest of his chair and propping up his chin with the other, chuckling. "The information you provided was exceptionally accurate. I was amazed at how you knew there were no Zeta-level forces on White Candle Planet. And yet, only three years after my last raid, the Crystal Spire civilization still hasn't stationed any garrison forces here."
"They have no extra troops," Admiral Bablushka replied indifferently.
"Ho—your intelligence operatives are truly impressive," Remaining Moon exclaimed. "But I'm still curious—how did you ascertain such critical information about their troop numbers?"
"Simple. Because we don't have any either."
Admiral Bablushka brushed it off as if it were a trivial matter and continued:
"This operation holds great significance. It might directly turn the tide of our war against those pathetic materialists."
Remaining Moon asked curiously:
"Do you truly believe the Identifier's Eye shards can reverse the war?"
"Even if we can't obtain the shards—as long as we leak the information about their possession, imagine how many in the Star Abyss will scramble for it?"
Admiral Bablushka hinted subtly:
"When it's done, the benefits won't be lacking for you, Mr. Remaining Moon. Rest assured, even if we optimize the entire population of White Candle Planet, it's inconsequential."
"Exterminating planetary life… That's a serious interstellar crime, not very humane," Remaining Moon clicked his tongue and prepared to say, 'You'll need to pay extra.'
However, Admiral Bablushka appeared to agree wholeheartedly:
"Yes, it's terribly inhumane. That's why we usually just blow them up."
Remaining Moon was momentarily stunned.
Then, Admiral Bablushka began counting on his fingers:
"Somi One, Somi Two, all the way to Somi Twelve, then Gorda Star, Solus Settlement, Kelton Twins, and even dozens of planets in the Zorya System—oh dear, my memory's failing me. We've bombed so many, I can't keep track."
"The primitives on those planets couldn't even reach space, trying to communicate with us using their antennas. They were poor and an eyesore, their only value was as sacrifices to the gods."
"And those stubborn materialist civilizations—they thought mastering our technology would make them as strong as us. They never understood we are protected by true gods. But gods are merciful. Instead of sullying our divine warriors' pure hands by stomping on their chests, it's better to obliterate them in the void."
Remaining Moon was silent for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.
"What's wrong, Mr. Remaining Moon?" Admiral Bablushka asked considerately.
"Hehehe…"
Remaining Moon chuckled.
"It's nothing. I just realized why we get along so well—our worldviews align perfectly."
"Haha, you're so eloquent, Mr. Remaining Moon. Indeed, when I first saw you, I found you approachable and refined. Getting to know you, I discovered you're an honest, kind, and positive person."
"Ah, you flatter me. What am I compared to you? You're the true great philanthropist."
After exchanging pleasantries, Admiral Bablushka got to the main point:
"Mr. Remaining Moon, while I have full confidence in your abilities, according to our high priest's divine guidance—it's best to convert your ship into a large teleportation array fixed on the ground. This would maximize your Omega Energy duration and allow our infiltration forces to arrive for support."
'I knew it. That old fox gave me this ship with ulterior motives. Maximizing Omega Energy duration—they just want me as a sitting duck on the ground.'
Still, the situation had stabilized. There was no need to worry about such issues anymore. Trivira was completely isolated, its dimensional barriers turning it into a lone island in the ocean, unreachable by anyone.
Admiral Bablushka's goal was to let Night Butterfly's combat forces enter, preventing Remaining Moon from monopolizing the Identifier's Eye shards.
Luckily, Remaining Moon had no intention of monopolizing them. His sharp mind knew he'd already reaped rewards. Plundering freely and using the forbidden knowledge a couple of times would suffice.
This was also tacitly allowed by Admiral Bablushka. As an admiral of the Night Butterfly Federation, essentially managing a star system, with a population of hundreds of billions under his command, he was already offering Remaining Moon considerable benefits.
One must know their place, neither overreaching nor underselling.
Admiral Bablushka was adept at striking this balance.
After some thought, Remaining Moon found this acceptable and nodded:
"That's a good idea."
"Thank you for your understanding."
Admiral Bablushka smiled, his plans coming to fruition.
He would intentionally give Remaining Moon some time before sending Night Butterfly forces through the teleportation gate to land on White Candle Planet.
When the Crystal Spire raised accusations or uncovered evidence, the Federation could place all the blame on Remaining Moon.
The Crystal Spire wouldn't be foolish enough to demand, 'Return the Identifier's Eye shards to us'—they didn't need more enemies.
Admiral Bablushka summoned a low-caste servant to bring him a glass of fine wine. He raised the glass and toasted Remaining Moon across the distance:
"To a fruitful partnership, Mr. Remaining Moon."
Remaining Moon casually pulled out a card infused with wine from his pocket. With a light stroke of his palm, he retrieved the glass stored in its two-dimensional surface:
"To a fruitful partnership, Admiral."
The two toasted each other from afar.