Colonial Suit

Bass understood that through this battlefield, the First Prince could achieve at least three goals.

The first is to seize the throne and become the true master of the Boka clan.

The second is to consolidate power, using the war to deplete the strength of the alien races. These alien races may be allies of the Boka people, but their ambitions will also become hidden dangers for the Boka clan. Therefore, he used a grand, drawn-out plan to lure everyone into the Boka clan's civil war. Once the war ends, these alien races will definitely be severely weakened. Xie can then annex and absorb them. By that time, the Boka clan will be unprecedentedly powerful, thus surpassing its long-standing rival, the Sasha clan, and becoming the true number one clan in the universe.

A hundred unreliable allies are not as good as one loyal subordinate. I believe Xie has long been harboring this idea. He was just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that would make everyone fearful but also force them to join.

The third goal, and the one Xie desires most, is to use this war to give the Boka clan a baptism, eliminating the corrupt and pleasure-seeking elements, and allowing the Boka clan to be reborn from the ashes.

Three goals, killing three birds with one stone. Xie's plan is undeniably grand, and his scheming is undeniably deep. He has endured for so many years for this moment. Once he achieves it, his power will surpass all the ancestors of the Boka clan, even more powerful than during the Great Chaos. At that time, the entire universe will probably tremble under his gaze!

Such a terrifying man, who would dare to resist?

In the deep void, Bass's body trembled slightly, and the cigar had long since floated away. He couldn't imagine any further, but he believed that if the Speaker were here, he would definitely discover more problems, more secrets. But it was too late. As the leader of the human side, he had to make a choice: immediately engage in battle, or retreat immediately and preserve human strength.

Obviously, the Void City was already prepared. The Boka people were unprecedentedly united and had dispatched experts capable of killing planetary-level powerhouses. If humans wanted to participate, they would have to pay a price. But if they retreated…

Bass's body trembled, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the axe handle bulged.

He couldn't bear this responsibility!

This mission was a decision made by the Human Council, and it concerned the future of humanity. Even if he was a 'King,' he couldn't change it at will. Moreover, everything he had thought of was just speculation, and it hadn't become a reality yet. If he withdrew from this battle, how would the losses suffered by humanity be compensated?

Thinking of this, Bass broke out in a cold sweat and felt extremely agitated.

This was the brilliance of Xie. He drew such a sweet picture, making others feel uneasy but still having to follow, otherwise, they wouldn't get any benefits. It wasn't a conspiracy, but an open plot.

So Bass could only swallow this bitter pill. After sending a warning to the Speaker with his AI, he led his men towards the Void City. Guiding the future of humanity was the Council's business, and his duty lay on the battlefield.

At the same time, in a distant starfield, on a huge mothership.

The Speaker was putting down his AI, a faint smile on his face.

"What? Have you occupied the node?" Councilor Sal Jones asked, while constantly sketching on a light screen in front of him. "If completed, then with just two more nodes, we will take the initiative."

"Not yet," the Speaker replied, smiling. "It's just that our boys have noticed something wrong and sent me a warning."

"Who is it? Quite perceptive."

"Bass."

"Oh, that brainless bastard. He can only rely on his intuition to get by." Councilor Sal Jones put down the light pen in his hand and said with a smile, "He didn't retreat on his own initiative, did he?"

"No. But I think he had that idea." The Speaker pursed his lips. As the founder of a mercenary organization, he naturally knew the habits of every top mercenary. It was like Bass, probably even he himself didn't know himself as well as the Speaker did.

But now was obviously not the time to chat. The Speaker said a few casual words and walked to the light screen, looking at the dense array of light spots and lines.

"How's the progress?"

"Airt has completed half of it. The losses are heavy. It is estimated that at least three planetary-level and one stellar-level have died in battle. Three hundred warships have been destroyed, and countless personnel have been lost."

"The Mota clan withdrew early and did not execute the established target. It is estimated that they discovered an abnormality."

"The Clay clan's mission completion rate is 90%. The losses are also not small, with about ten planetary-level deaths and two stellar-level injuries. But their combat power is too strong, causing the Boka clan to suffer huge losses as well. Two light energy generators were destroyed, and a light spirit collector was occupied. Even the Holy Light Spiral was almost breached."

Introducing to here, Sal Jones suddenly sneered. "It seems that the Clay clan must have also discovered something wrong, so they struck hard. Two light energy generators plus a light spirit collector, the Boka clan will bleed heavily."

"Hehe." The Speaker pursed his lips. "What's so strange about that? After all, not everyone can be treated as a fool. The Clay clan has the reputation of being the most untouchable in the Third World, and their Second World lair will not be simple. Xie wants to bring them into his pocket, he can only say he miscalculated."

"Then what about the other races?" Sal Jones blinked, revealing a sly look. "Do you want to notify them?"

"Do you like being a good person?" The Speaker asked rhetorically, then laughed with Sal Jones.

"Tell the other two teams to speed up. After occupying, do not hand over, directly destroy the light energy generator and the light spirit collector. This will temporarily disable their barrier. When all three nodes are completed, the Holy Light Spiral located in the center of the nodes will open. Then it will be our chance."

The Speaker quickly issued orders, using the light pen to draw a perfect equilateral triangle on the light screen.

"Xie likes large-scale games, so let's cooperate. At this time, the Boka clan should be in the most chaotic period in history. Although ancient rules can protect them from internal consumption, the crucial Holy Light Spiral is not so safe. As long as we can open the door…"

Speaking of this, a piercing chill flashed in the Speaker's eyes.

"Then even Xie can no longer stop our rise!"

"Who do you want to send to complete the final blow? Blood Eyes?" Sal Jones asked.

"Blood Eyes is not suitable. He has already participated in Xie's core mission, this is his opportunity. But I already have someone in mind. As long as he takes action, I estimate that even if the Boka clan has stronger defenses, they won't be able to stop us!"

"You mean…" Sal Jones's eyes lit up. "His Majesty?"

The Speaker did not answer, but smiled and turned his gaze to the light screen. In that waterfall of flowing data, he seemed to see the future of humanity.

"He won't let me down."

"Never."(To be continued…)