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“Snore… Hooo snore…”

A monster with a crocodile head lumbered towards the Void City's defense line, smashing Boka people one after another. It didn't possess any special abilities; its strength lay in its terrifying brute force. Wielding a mace nearly a hundred meters long, it was an imposing sight, and even Stellar-level warriors couldn't withstand a single blow. The Boka people were forced to retreat, erupting in bursts of light in the void.

“Taki Momo of the Jimo clan is quite energetic. Does he intend to charge in and wipe everyone out?”

In the dense fleet of warships behind, a man with a cigarette in his mouth chuckled. A long scar twitched on his face—none other than Bas, the Stellar-level human mercenary. He leaned lazily against the outer armor of a warship, still carrying his giant axe. A battle of this scale didn't require his intervention; he only needed to hold the rear.

To be honest, Bas wasn't used to such battles devoid of tension. What was the point of this effeminate fighting? The internal competition of the Boka people followed rules. While it looked fierce, each Void City activated a unique Light Spirit Collector, ensuring that eighty percent of the fallen Light Spirits would be resurrected.

This method ensured that the Boka race wouldn't be destroyed by internal strife, but it also made the power struggle somewhat simple.

Whoever controlled the core Void Collective of the Boka race would seize the throne.

Humans were merely one of Xie's collaborators. They didn't have a significant role in this war. They wouldn't participate in the core battles, nor would they ever come into contact with the Boka race's core secrets.

Their presence only represented the expansion of Xie's forces and attacks on some outer nodes.

For example, this Void City was a Light Energy node for the Boka race. Once occupied, it would disrupt the Queen's party's defense line, exposing the Queen's throne. It was like a turtle; only by breaking the shell could you reach the tender meat inside. Speaking of tender meat… Bas flicked his cigar, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

That little Titan girl finally submitted to me, agreeing to wait a century for me. She forbade me from bothering her during that time, but she forgot that the Titan race's perception of time differed from humans. How long did Titans live? A century was merely a blink of an eye, but human lives moved so quickly! Even if my lifespan was longer, who knew what could happen in a century? I might even die in battle…

A hundred years of carefree life was enough to make me laugh in my dreams…

Thinking of this, Bas grinned silently, stroking his stubble-covered chin with his right hand.

Today… which family's daughter shall I go and harass?

The battle continued. The crocodile-like monster had already charged into the Void City. Countless Boka people tried to stop him, but they were all defeated one by one, displaying an aura of invincibility. However, Bas merely smiled playfully, waiting to see his downfall.

Were the Boka people so easily bullied? If a mere Planetary-level newbie could break through so easily, they would have been annihilated long ago. The fact that the Boka race still held top-tier power in the universe even after the Great Chaos Era demonstrated their profound foundation. Taki Momo's impulsiveness would only lead to his misfortune.

And indeed, the situation unfolded as Bas predicted.

Almost as soon as Taki Momo charged into the Void City, several figures appeared around him, trapping him and his companions with a net woven from light. Taki Momo roared and struggled, but he couldn't move an inch. The golden-armored figures waved their hands again, and the powerful warrior, along with his subordinates, melted and disappeared in the endless white light…

How formidable…

Bas frowned, gaining a new appreciation for the Boka race's strength.

That Taki Momo was an elite of the Jimo clan, at least Planetary-level in strength. Yet he was defeated without even putting up a fight. The strength of those golden-armored warriors was evident. And Bas could see something else: they could borrow the power of the Void City.

No, perhaps it was more accurate to say they were borrowing the power of the entire sub-rule network and the power of light.

The energy of a Void City would definitely not be weaker than a planet. Connected through the sub-rule network, if that energy was concentrated on one person, even a Stellar-level warrior would be wary. Taki Momo's instant demise was proof of that.

Of course, Bas was confident he could withstand the initial attack, but what about after that?

The Boka race had Void City nodes that could connect to several, or even dozens, of surrounding Void Cities. As long as it wasn't occupied, its energy was virtually endless. Coupled with the suppression of the sub-rules, it would be impossible for him to charge through. Think back to the war of annihilation against Saijeste! A mere second-rate civilization required their side to pay a significant price. How could the Boka race be weaker?

Thinking of this, Bas suddenly remembered something else. His mind opened up, and numerous fragments of memories flashed through his mind, all scenes he had experienced before.

In the Boka race's civil war, most of the fallen Boka people would be resurrected due to the rules and the Light Spirit Collector.

Xie was the Boka race's eldest prince, competing with the Queen for many years, and had developed many allies and foreign collaborators.

In the Boka race's wars, Void Cities would not be truly destroyed, only occupied. Victory or defeat was determined by the number of occupied nodes and core structures.

But all the alien races participating in this war would truly die!

All the warships and supplies participating in the war would be truly consumed!!

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The Sasha race, the Boka race's greatest opponent, ignored this war and showed no intention of intervening!

The chaotic and varied clues connected together, revealing a terrifying puzzle in Bas's mind. Bas's body suddenly stiffened, revealing a look of fear.

This civil war…

No, not a civil war. This war… is not a feast at all!!

Everyone is wrong, all civilizations are wrong!!

This is a conspiracy! A complete and utter conspiracy!!

Everyone, every civilization has been deceived by that glorious eldest prince. What he wants is not a simple throne, but a great reshuffle of the Boka race, including all subordinate civilizations and enemy civilizations! He wants to use this war to eliminate dissidents, destroy all potential opponents, weaken the strength of civilizations with ambitions towards the Boka race, and at the same time, use the Boka civil war's ancient rules to hone the Boka people's current sharpness!

The throne is only a part of his plan. His true intention is to cripple and destroy the alien races participating in it, so that he can annex them! Only then can he quickly integrate forces after ascending to the throne and elevate the Boka race to a terrifying level!

What a large cake, but everyone has misunderstood.

Who is the cake, and who is the knife!! (To be continued…)