System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 675 - 307: Whistleblower, Sword Holder... (Request for Monthly Votes)_3
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A man dressed in military uniform aboard a "Kasha Civilization" advanced train held the intercom away from his ear slightly, stretched lazily with a satisfied expression, and then spoke nonchalantly.
"Don’t worry, brother."
"The army has its attack procedures. Once war begins, there’s no such thing as a minor attack. It must be a saturation attack."
"I know what I’m doing."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Lighting a cigarette, he rested his feet on the control panel and gazed at the fireworks constantly exploding in space, grinning: "So beautiful, it’s as if I can hear the cries of billions of souls."
He clearly knew what his brother’s intentions were, to destroy those strategically hidden wormholes in order to cover up his work mistakes.
But the reason he agreed to the plan promptly.
It wasn’t because of blood ties.
It was because he also intended to settle some accounts.
"Star System 27" is the nearest star system to the "Insect Race Civilization." Once war breaks out between the two sides, it would be the first and largest conflict zone, and it usually has more strategic resources stored than other star systems.
While these wartime resources were heavily stocked.
Yet war never began.
Who could resist sitting on so much wealth every day?
He certainly couldn’t.
Taking a little today, a little tomorrow, stuffing his little pocket until it was bulging, but taking so much started to feel peculiar, like he took a little too much. So many resources went missing, and military exercises couldn’t account for such usage.
Military exercises don’t use full-scale live ammunition, they can’t consume so many resources.
Just as he was getting a headache.
His good brother handed him a perfect reason.
All it took was a war to square away all accounts, all resources spent during wartime, and he just needed to record a few extra main cannon firings, not only to settle all accounts but also earn a hefty sum.
Of course...
"Don’t worry."
The man looked at his deputy and laughed: "Everyone gets a share, anyone who sticks with me will have meat to eat. As for those 17 stubborn ones, we can send them on their way."
"Brigadier Commander wise!"
The deputy, eyes filled with excitement, saluted while standing, thinking he could surely get a good share this time.
This Brigadier Commander was good, always well-fed.
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War ended in just ten minutes; the beams of light from fierce bombardment came to a halt.
No one knew how many shots were fired.
But—
The impact of war touched all remaining planets.
"Hold on!!!"
"Everyone hold on!"
At this moment, on Black Tortoise Star, numerous Golden Core and even Nascent Soul powerhouses who had been diligently cultivating all erupted like mushrooms after a rain, emerging from their cave dwellings, suspended in mid-air, continuously bombarding the fragments raining down like a storm from space!
The foundation of the Immortal Realm was completely on display at this moment.
If another civilization noticed this scene now, they might be surprised at how many Nascent Soul powerhouses Black Tortoise Star had.
Each high-speed fragment crashing down exploded into dust in the air. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
But more fragments continued to hit the ground, massive explosions sounded one after another, shaking the earth like dragons turning over, mountains collapsing, countless villages and cities turned into hell on earth.
Even though countless powerhouses were already suspended in the air, desperately resisting.
But despite pushing themselves to their limits, they could only destroy relatively small fragments, and before long, many powerhouses found their Spiritual Energy exhausted, struck by fragments and instantly vaporized in place.
Those burning fragments felt like level-ten forbidden spells, baptizing the entire planet!
At this juncture.
Eight columns of light, each a different color, suddenly rose from eight corners of "Black Tortoise Star."
The eight light columns rapidly ascended and spread quickly around, eventually forming a "light curtain" encompassing the entire planet!
Meteorite fragments crashing against the light curtain disintegrated into dust, the meteorite fragments traveling thousands of kilometers per second couldn’t penetrate this seemingly thin layer of light curtain.
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"Father..."
Black Tortoise Star, Celestial Secret Pavilion.
The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master kneeled on the ground, gazing at an elder seated cross-legged in the rear mountain. Blood tears flowed down his cheeks, hands clenched, eyes filled with a bloodthirsty rage, roaring: "This vengeance will not go unanswered, sworn to never rest until avenged!"
A blinding crimson light pillar rose from the elder’s body, merging into the light curtain in the sky.
Every sect had its foundation.
The Five Major Sects and the Three Great Families each had a Divinity Transformation Stage powerhouse overseeing them; their Celestial Secret Pavilion was no exception.
Over a century ago.
The originally Central State-based Eight Forces all moved to remote areas, with everyone speculating various reasons, such as dodging the chaos of Central State City or discovering Spirit Stone Ores and Time Rifts.
But what they knew was that these eight locations just happened to cover the entire Black Tortoise Star.
Once Black Tortoise Star faced an attack from "Kasha Civilization."
The Divinity Transformation Stage powerhouses seated in the Eight Forces would use their lives to activate the "Heaven-Protecting Array," capable of resisting external attacks for a short time, at the cost of... the lives of eight Divinity Transformation Stage powerhouses.
Many years ago.
The Eight Forces, inheritors for many generations, had mutual grievances. These were millennia-old grievances, utterly irreconcilable.
Until the arrival of the Kasha Civilization.
The Eight Forces set aside all hatred and arranged various measures only to ensure the survival of Black Tortoise Star. In the face of formidable external enemies, any internal struggle faces general disdain. Even if death comes, it should be by enemy hands, not those of clan members.
