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Chapter 393 Moon Dust

Compared to the arduous struggles of shedding blood and making sacrifices, most people were still accustomed to freeloading, leaving the brutal battles to others. It was enough for them to be a "salted fish" in the back, just shouting "666."

The previous Red World Rebellion, which had affected hundreds of millions, had deeply educated them: the existing ruling class could basically no longer be overthrown by ordinary people.

Great power belonged more to the rulers themselves, rather than merely to a transcendent ruler loyal to the military. The only ones who could truly replace them would be another, stronger individual.

Therefore, even ordinary people whose interests would not be harmed, and who might even greatly benefit from a new round of distribution, still chose silence at this time. The massacre amnesty from a year ago was still vivid in their minds; the executioners who had killed hundreds of thousands of rioting citizens were now mostly living very comfortably on the front lines against the Sea Race.

Many victims harbored resentment, but there were no successful cases of anyone daring to venture into the front-line military camps to kill.

"You, can you give me an explanation?" After receiving news of changes in the Huaxia Federation, Bei Di'en, who had rushed back from the Moon with his elite subordinates, questioned Chen Bo in an unyielding tone.

In the past two years of colonization battles on the Moon, Bei Di'en, as the supreme commander, had acquired such a vast amount of wealth and resources that even he found it hard to believe.

After plundering nearly half the planet's resource output, he rapidly completed his accumulation and in one fell swoop entered the Six Tiers, becoming the second martial artist to reach the second revolution of the Dharma Body. He also enabled several loyal subordinates to break into the Five Tiers, greatly increasing his influence.

Under these circumstances, the entire Huaxia Federation expeditionary force on the Moon quickly became almost entirely his private army. The Huaxia Federation's colony on the Moon had effectively become a semi-independent state with him as its governor-general, as the influence from Earth was simply too minimal.

With him leading the charge like an arrow, the Huaxia Federation army swept all before it, now directly and indirectly controlling over five million square kilometers of land. The only problem was—too few people.

Even with widespread adoption of machinery for unmanned management, relying on the twenty thousand residents of New Tianjing on the Moon, it was still insufficient to manage an area half the size of the Huaxia Federation.

The Moon colonization project, now in its third year, had, due to issues with transportation costs, seen the Huaxia Federation dispatch a total of just over twenty thousand people. Combat personnel accounted for thirty percent, while the remaining seventy percent were mostly individuals from across the country, intending to strive for a career on this new continent.

The class system within the Huaxia Federation had become increasingly rigid; the strong remained strong, controlling the vast majority of resources, and channels for upward mobility were almost entirely closed off. Rather than working their entire lives on Earth with no hope of advancement, some unattached individuals were more inclined to take a chance on the Moon.

Many people were aware that the Moon colony was severely short-staffed; for them, this meant abundant opportunities for development. So every day, some people, in a moment of impulse, would go to various Moon Planning Bureaus to sign up for lunar emigration, even if not for personal advancement, they might still have a chance to fulfill their childhood space dreams.

Then, the vast majority of them regrettably failed the entrance examination, which had a pass rate of less than three percent.

Landing on the Moon was an excessively heavy physical burden for most ordinary people who had not undergone long-term special training and whose physiques were generally in a sub-healthy state.

Rocket space was limited, and naturally, could not be wasted indiscriminately. Besides those with specialized skills, very few ordinary people ultimately received approval.

These new lunar immigrants now resided in the core area of New Tianjing, the only area that had established a complete air circulation system, contributing to the development of the colony.

On the other hand, facing the crushing technological disparity of civilization, the native lunar race, still in the tribal era—a silicon-based life form called "Moon Dust Demons" by Earthlings—aside from maintaining a delicate balance in high-end combat power, found their lower-tier combatants so suppressed by Earthlings using modern weapons that they couldn't lift their heads.

Without air resistance, the power of kinetic weapons was greatly enhanced. Although in a vacuum environment, gunpowder weapons, which relied on air expansion for propulsion, also lost most of their effectiveness, the lunar army, entirely equipped with electromagnetic weapons, still possessed terrifying destructive power.

It was precisely because of such immense tactical and strategic advantages that Bei Di'en dared to temporarily adopt a contraction-and-defense posture, returning to Earth with his confidantes to personally assess the gravity of the situation.

"You want to challenge him?" Chen Bo paid no mind to Bei Di'en's nearly provocative tone and still spoke placidly.

"Just a madman, is it really necessary for you to be like this? Has peaceful life on Earth made you all softer and softer?" As Bei Di'en spoke, an aura of countless slaughters occasionally emanated from him.

As a super-expert charging on the front lines, even he probably couldn't remember how many Moon Dust Demons had died by his hand over the past few years.

A small battle every three days, a major battle every half a month—Bei Di'en always charged in alone to the most densely packed enemy locations, directly blowing apart their command centers with the most brutal methods.

He, who could advance at several times the speed of sound, found that other than the satellites above the Moon, no one on his own side could keep up with him. Rather than letting them hinder his progress, Bei Di'en felt it was better to work alone.

Repeatedly infiltrating the various sacred lands of the Moon Dust Demons and plundering the rare treasures collected by this backward race, he felt as if he had returned to the time when the spirit tide had just appeared, and rare spiritual materials were everywhere.

His continuously expanding strength also brought him immense confidence.

"Here, the password is on it too." Chen Bo did not retort; instead, he threw the core controller of the Jingshi Shengmie Jinlian to him, then turned and left.

"Speaker, this..." After returning to the office, his secretary, who understood the situation, asked.

"Without his tacit approval, do you think Bei Di'en's spaceship could have landed?" Chen Bo looked up at the sky, his eyes seemingly reflecting the nanite swarm that enveloped the entire sky.

"What exactly does he want to do? Is it truly just for amusement?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, the secretary wisely remained silent.

Since even the one by her side had truly given up, then the situation was truly irreversible; she too had to start activating the escape route she had prepared.

"You want to leave?" Chen Bo, having snapped out of his skygazing, asked casually.

"No." The secretary, whose secret had been seen through, still feigned composure.

"Everything you can think of, we have thought of. That person has already blockaded the entire Huaxia Federation, not even a fly can escape."

"How is that possible?!"

"He is reconstructing his body, attempting to completely transform his life form into a wave-like entity capable of controlling countless nanites." Through this period of contact, Chen Bo had largely deduced Bai Mo's path.