Chapter 432: Intense Battle! |
For the current old nobility class, under the protection of Quial Fosse, abandoning all their resources and leaving the Federation was the only somewhat dignified way to bow out.
This was also the "secret deal" that Quial Fosse and that Federation Speaker had agreed upon from the very beginning.
The "Resistance Plan" had always been a conspiracy from the start.
Under Quial Fosse's influence, the old nobility class became the founders of the Resistance.
The old nobility class, serving as the "initial bait," needed to lure out enough conspirators and attract enough people dissatisfied with the Federation to join the Resistance's ranks...
At that point, the old nobility class had no remaining value to the Federation.
And no matter what the "Resistance" plan eventually turned into, it would have nothing to do with the old nobility anymore.
Quial Fosse would also take the universally despised old nobility class to find a new habitat in the Star Realm.
"Abandon all resources" and "cooperate with the Federation to lure out a large number of hidden enemies." As long as these two conditions were met, the old nobility class could safely leave Federation territory.
To prevent later forces joining the Federation from feeling a sense of shared danger, that Federation Speaker gave the old nobility class a fairly dignified exit, mercifully not wiping them out completely.
That was Their promise.
And it was a suitable exchange, allowing the old nobility class—these early contributors to the Federation—to exit without too much bitterness.
The times were moving forward, and those standing in the way were destined to be crushed.
As the protector of the entire old nobility class, Quial Fosse had finally found a way out for this group before it was too late.
A single path to survival.
...
Unfortunately, the "Resistance Plan," which the Federation Council had debated for years, inexplicably failed due to unknown factors.
The mighty Resistance had barely risen before it rapidly collapsed...
From the Resistance's large-scale occupation of many star domains to its complete failure, it took less than three days.
This caught everyone off guard.
The Star Realm was always full of all kinds of surprises...
The Federation Council hadn't even had time to lure out more conspirators before they inexplicably won...
This plan and its secret agreements had long become something Quial Fosse no longer recognized.
Originally, Quial Fosse only needed to take the old nobility class out of the Federation, but now he had to take the entire Resistance out of the Federation.
The Justice Party and those members of the three major power departments who had betrayed the Federation had stubbornly latched onto the old nobility class.
Now exposed, they clearly knew that their only chance to survive was to follow the old nobility's footsteps and leave the Federation directly.
Otherwise, a cold grave awaited them.
At this moment, the old nobility didn't have extra time to kill off these hangers-on before leaving.
Time was everything.
Leaving aside the casualties from killing these guys, just the time wasted in the process was something the old nobility class could no longer afford.
Many impoverished superhuman factions and some desperately crazy cult organizations had already set their sights on the remnants of the Resistance.
Hitting the Federation hard might not be possible, but kicking someone when they're down was something they were very good at.
Now, the Resistance was a juicy piece of meat everyone wanted to bite into!
"A large number of starships," "a large number of war mechas," and "the spirit stones carried by the old nobility class during their escape."
Listen to these phrases—how tempting they sounded...
If they could pull off just one successful heist, these crazily poor superhuman factions wouldn't have to worry about organizational operating expenses for decades!!
Thus, the Resistance's retreat toward the "Fosse Star Domain" became even more difficult...
The Resistance's journey to the "Fosse Star Domain" was far more challenging than they had imagined!!!
Even when the Resistance was riding starships and performing space jumps, they were stopped by unknown powerful individuals who hid their faces and had mysterious auras.
These unknown experts, who had concealed their identities, acted with extreme precision and efficiency.
After stopping the starships, they wouldn't go on a killing spree, but instead "packaged up the whole ship and crew."
Completely desperate, they refused to waste anything.
People were also a resource.
If worst came to worst, after robbing people back to their organizations, they could still sell these Resistance members to the infamous Lich Council...
Those immortal liches who toyed with souls and bodies were mostly quite wealthy and had certain demands for fresh souls and fresh bodies.
And conveniently, the remaining Resistance members were all superhumans, which would fetch a better price...
Finally.
A robbery frenzy called "kicking someone when they're down" began!
Everyone had used various means to conceal their auras and were genuinely "waiting by the tree stump for the rabbit."
No one knew how many unknown experts were hiding within the Federation that symbolized "freedom."
Just as no one knew when the Federation would fall...
Theoretically, the minimum requirement to intercept a starship from a space jump channel was a Demigod-tier expert.
Consider this—these unknown experts, usually hidden in every corner of the Federation, were almost nowhere to be seen on ordinary days.
But now, in this carnival, they had all jumped out, fully displaying their poverty, their power, and their almost nonexistent moral bottom lines.
After a successful robbery, some mysterious experts even sighed softly:
"Thank the endless Star Realm for this blessing! I've finally caught a wild starship!!"
And some mysterious experts who hadn't intercepted a Resistance starship, upon sensing this, could only critique with great heartache:
"Pah, shameless!"
"That warship's route was one degree off from being mine!!"
These mysterious experts hidden in the space routes vividly demonstrated the principle of "slow hands mean none, grab while you can."
For these experts lurking in the Federation, such a unique opportunity was truly rare, perhaps only once every few hundred or even thousand years.
At this moment.
Far away on Resource Planet 17 in the Dusk Star Domain, Jessistan was awakened by a series of urgent communication spells in her sea of consciousness!
"Hey?! You bitch who likes to pretend to be young, where the hell is your dragon body?!"
"Why don't I see you anywhere!"
"Hurry up! I'm sending you spatial coordinates! There are tons of spirit stones to grab here!"
"Almost all those poor bastards hiding in the Federation are here!!"
"The battle is intense!!"
"If you don't come soon, it'll be gone!!!"
Jessistan, who had fallen into slumber, was awakened by the above messages.
Having not slept peacefully for a long time, when she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to realize where she was.
After shrinking her body size, she first turned her head to glance at Loren sleeping peacefully on the sofa, then slowly checked the communication spells in her sea of consciousness.
Two seconds later.
"Ah!!" A scream erupted from Jessistan's throat.