from Xingyuan

Next, he wanted to find out the kid who took away his son's Sequential Arcane Power.

"Du Zexin...I won't let you go."

Mo Zilan is too innocent a child. Did he think that if he solved the curse, he could stay out of the matter and live a carefree life?
With their identity and strength, they are far from being able to do this.

Mo Zilan watched excitedly as the target points were seized one by one. The killing efficiency of the colonial soldiers was very high, especially when they attacked civilians everywhere, so that the military and police forces between the regions could not be united and mobilized. They had to fight separately and scattered Energy, manpower, and materials went to rescue survivors.

"It's amazing! Kill them all! Kill them all! Hahaha, these ants and mortals, just drown in your own blood!"

A happy smile bloomed on Mo Zilan's beautiful face.

Hey……

Can Yue shook her head.

I have done a lot of evil all my life, how could I have given birth to such an innocent and kind child... Especially the way of domination, his charm is so high, he is completely a beauty, with a beautiful and delicate appearance, like a porcelain doll.

But, who made Dad love you?This innocence is better broken by yourself.

Can Yue raised her left hand with the blue ring, and caressed her son's head lovingly. Feeling her father's care, Mo Zilan turned her head to look at her father, showing a smile of enjoyment.

Can Yue calculated in her heart.

"Du Zexin, right now, you'd better stay away from this white candle planet, or..."

Before his whispering was over, Romulus, the deputy next to him, suddenly said:
"My lord, there is a communication from Ye Die."

"Play it."

Can Yue and Mo Zilan immediately sat upright, looking at the projection screen in front of them.

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A burst of snowflakes flickered on the light blue screen, and then an officer in a white robe and a black scale hat was revealed.

Seeing the waning moon, the officer raised his hand, posed a pose meticulously, and said seriously:
"May the mother of the night bless you, and the great sky hunting butterfly will connect our destinies—Mr. Canyue, we haven't seen each other for a while, I wonder how things are going on here?"

In terms of appearance, the Night Butterflies looked almost the same as the Tanas people, but they could be clearly distinguished with just a glance.

The Butterfly has a lot of flashy outfits, and likes to wear retro robes, which are old-fashioned and conservative, with a strong religious atmosphere.

The Ta people in the Crystal Tower are very secular, they dress openly and trendy, worship magicians and materialism.

"Everything is going well, Admiral Babrushka." Can Yue pressed the armrest of the seat with one hand and rested her chin with the other, and said with a smile: "The information you provided is extremely accurate. I am surprised, how did you know about White Candle Star?" There is no news of a Zeta order, and it has only been three years since my last attack, and the Crystal Tower civilization has no intention of sending troops to defend the White Candle Star."

"They don't have extra troops." Admiral Babrushka said lightly.

"Hey——your intelligence workers are really good." Can Yue was stunned: "But I'm still curious, how did you find out such important information as the number of troops?"

"Simple because we don't have any."

Admiral Babrushka briefly mentioned it, as if he had said an unimportant matter, and he continued:
"This action is significant and may directly turn the tide of our war against these pathetic materialists."

Crescent Moon is curious:

"Do you believe that the fragments of the discerning eye can reverse the war?"

"Even if we can't get the shards—as long as we reveal the information that the other party has the shards, guess how many people will flock to them in this star abyss?"

Babrushka said veiledly:

"After the matter is completed, the benefits will not be missing you, Mr. Wanyue, you can rest assured that even if the population of White Candle Star is optimized, it doesn't matter."

"Slaughtering planetary beings is a felony interstellar crime. It's not humane." Can Yue tsk-tsk.And be prepared to say 'add money'.

However, Babrushka looked deeply convinced:

"Yes, it's too inhumane, so we usually blow it up directly."

Can Yue was taken aback.

Then Babrushka began to count on his fingers:
"Somi [-], Suomi [-], all the way to Suomi [-], as well as Gorda Star, Solus Gathering Place, Kelton Twin Stars, and the Zorya Galaxy seem to have dozens of planets—oh, Look at my memory, it’s a bit too much, I’m sorry, I really can’t remember.”

"The barbarians on those planets can't even go to space, and they want to communicate with us through their own antennas. They are poor and unsightly. Their only value is as a sacrifice to the gods."

"There are also those stubborn materialistic civilizations. They think that they can become as powerful as us after learning our technology, but they don't know that we have the protection of the true god. But the gods are merciful, rather than letting our god soldiers step on their chests , pollute their pure palms, it is better to annihilate directly into the void."

Can Yue was silent for a moment, her fingers ticking and tapping on the handrail.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Crescent Moon?" Babrushka asked intimately.

"Hehehe..."

Can Yue chuckled.

"It's nothing, I just think, no wonder we get along so well - it turns out that our three views are quite compatible."

"Haha, you can really talk, Mr. Canyue, that's true. The first time I saw you, I thought you were amiable and gentle. After getting to know you better, you really are a good person who is sincere, kind, and full of positive energy."

"Hey, I've praised you so much, I'm nothing, you are the real kind person."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Babrushka got to the point:
"Mr. Canyue, although I have great confidence in your strength, but according to the revelation of our high priest—you'd better turn your spaceship into a large teleportation array and fix it on the ground. On the one hand, It can ensure the maximum duration of your arcane energy. On the other hand, it can also allow our infiltration troops to come to support."

'I knew that the old fox had no good intentions in sending me this spaceship.What guarantees the maximum duration of the arcane energy - basically let me go to the ground as a living target. '

However, the current situation has basically stabilized, and there is no need to worry about related problems.Trivella has been completely shielded by him, and the dimensional barriers set up everywhere have turned the entire Trivella into an isolated island in the sea, and no one can track it down.

The purpose of Bablushka's doing this was to let Ye Die's combat troops enter here and prevent him from swallowing the fragments of the discerning eye.

Fortunately, at the beginning, Can Yue never thought of monopolizing it, his head was very shrewd, anyway, he had already entered the customs first, he could burn, kill, loot at will, even if he used the taboo knowledge once or twice, what would he do?
This can also be regarded as an act of tacit approval by Bablushka.As the admiral of the Night Butterfly Federation, he can actually be regarded as the steward of a star system, with tens of billions of people under his command, it is already quite good to be able to give the dying moon these benefits.

People must have self-knowledge, neither too rampant nor suffer.

Babrushka is good at balancing this.

Can Yue thought for a moment, and found that this was indeed acceptable, so she nodded:

"That's a good idea."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Babrushka smiled, and all his calculations came true.

He would intentionally give Wan Yue some time before letting the Night Butterfly troops pass through the portal and land on White Candle Star.

At that time, no matter what condemnation is issued by the Crystal Tower, or what is found out, the Federation can also push it all to Wan Yue.

The Crystal Tower wouldn't be so stupid as to shout, 'Give me back the Shard of Sense Eye'—what, don't you think you're not hated enough?
Bablushka recruited a low-caste servant and brought him a glass of fine wine. He raised the glass and greeted the waning moon:
"Happy cooperation, Mr. Wanyue."

Wan Yue casually took out a card rich in wine from her pocket, swiped her palm lightly, and immediately took out the wine glass stored on the two-dimensional plane:
"Happy cooperation, Your Excellency the Admiral."

The two greeted each other and clinked glasses in the air.