Chapter 172 The Last Act

"Ashes, are you the only one who escaped? What's the situation now?"

The projection of the DarkStar Leader appeared, his tone suspicious. Not long ago, he received urgent messages from many DarkStar executives, learning that all the mothership fleets had been ambushed by Godora.

This news surprised him. If Godora had locked onto their coordinates through unknown means, the DarkStar fleet's reliance would no longer exist, and the situation would definitely be bad. He was eager to inquire about the development of the situation, constantly contacting his subordinates one by one, but many people's numbers went unanswered.

After a long time, the DarkStar Leader finally got through to Ashes and immediately asked about the situation.

"All the motherships were destroyed, and only a very few people escaped. Our fleet is gone..." Ashes described the situation in detail. When he talked about the annihilation of the entire army, he couldn't help clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

The DarkStar Leader fell silent, and after a long time, he exhaled, calming his complicated mood and silently calculating the losses.

The organization had no fixed assets. These motherships were DarkStar's mobile bases, combining combat, production, cultivation, scientific research, and other functions. The forces accumulated over the years were all buried in this battle, the losses were extremely heavy, and their foundation was wiped out.

Now, the entire organization had no armed forces, only the DarkStar Leader himself and some escaped members, just a few scattered individuals.

The DarkStar Leader's eyes flickered. When the Heteromorphy Disaster was prematurely resolved and the plan had to be changed, the situation was out of control. But even if the plan was stopped, Godora was still the loser. But now, Godora had launched a counterattack, completely collapsing them.

In this way, Godora's losses became valuable, becoming the real winner.

Unexpectedly, the Heteromorphy Primal's plan became the organization's last act.

After a pause, the DarkStar Leader composed himself and asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Ashes hesitated for a moment and said he wanted to massacre the Godora ceremony.

"Nonsense." The DarkStar Leader rejected the proposal lightly. "The fleet is completely annihilated. Future matters need to be considered in the long term. You should leave the Garton Star System first and contact me later to meet up."

So, he wanted him to escape.

"...Alright."

Ashes was unwilling, but he had to endure it, adjust the flight path of the spaceship, and head towards the nearest border of the Garton Star System.

However, as long as the leader is still there, there is still a chance to make a comeback... Ashes thought to himself.

...

Colton Star Cluster, a certain star system, the DarkStar Leader's exclusive spaceship slowly traveled through the starry sky.

After ending the communication with Ashes, the DarkStar Leader tapped the spaceship control panel with his fingers, his expression thoughtful.

After thinking for a long time, he stood up, left the cockpit, came to a metal passage, walked to a specific position, and tapped the alloy wall a few times. This position looked no different from the surrounding walls.

*Click.*

The alloy plate suddenly slid open, revealing a hidden compartment with a uniquely styled communication terminal inside.

There were many styles of ordinary interstellar communicators, including portable watch or glasses styles, minimalist small ball styles, and civilian styles with two handles pulled apart to reveal a virtual screen in the middle. However, the communicator hidden in the hidden compartment looked like an antique from many years ago, appearing rough and bulky.

Activating the communicator, the screen displayed layers of encryption locks, which were very complicated. The DarkStar Leader cautiously entered various passwords and verified his DNA information before successfully opening the communicator. Almost all functions were restricted, and only the address book could be opened, which contained only one number.

*Beep beep beep...*

The time waiting for communication permission seemed to become very long.

*Beep.*

A prompt tone sounded, indicating that the communication had been established. The screen suddenly turned black, and a blurred face appeared on the screen, like a facial outline outlined by white noise and mosaics.

The other party was silent and did not say a word. The DarkStar Leader spoke first.

"Godora destroyed my fleet. Almost all of my subordinates are dead. Currently, I can only confirm that Ashes is alive."

The blurred figure moved slightly, and the communicator emitted a mechanically synthesized voice.

"I know."

"I need funds to build a new fleet," the DarkStar Leader said in a deep voice.

"It's not the right time. Since you have failed, go lie low for a while. Since you haven't been caught yet, Godora will be wary of you. You can't restore DarkStar's scale in the short term, otherwise, the source of your funding will be at risk of exposure."

"...How long do I have to wait?"

"When the Godora people start to forget the name of DarkStar, that will be the time for you to make a comeback."

"I don't want to wait any longer." The DarkStar Leader's tone was low. "I have been driven by you for a long time. When will it end? You know very well that I can only cause destruction and can't really destroy Godora. What exactly will satisfy you?"

"You will know when the time comes."

"Hmph, you used to give me aid very readily. Now that my forces are almost wiped out, you are starting to shirk your responsibilities. Do you think I have lost my value and want to break our deal!" The DarkStar Leader raised his voice subconsciously.

"Are you... threatening us?" The blurred figure's tone became cold. "You have mistaken your target."

The DarkStar Leader's expression changed slightly. He pursed his lips and lowered his head humbly, saying, "I apologize. I misspoke."

"We will independently assess whether the transaction is completed. Do not urge us. Remember, this is a voluntary transaction on your part. It's not that we value you." The blurred figure said lightly, "Even without you, there can be a second DarkStar. At that time, the transaction will naturally be canceled.

"So, watch your attitude and don't question us...

"If we want you to wait, then you wait."

"I understand," the DarkStar Leader said in a low voice.

The blurred figure paused and said, "In short, now is not the time for us to step in. You should leave the Shattered Star Ring and restore your forces in other star fields."

The DarkStar Leader nodded.

"Hmm... we can secretly introduce you to a big figure in another star field. If you get his help, maybe you won't have to lie dormant for too long. However, you have to prepare a sacrifice to offer him."

"A sacrifice?"

"A sufficiently powerful ability." The blurred figure slowly said, "You understand what I mean, right?"

The DarkStar Leader was shocked.

He understood what the sacrifice meant, and at the same time, from this characteristic, he vaguely guessed the identity of the "big figure" the other party was talking about.

He heard that he was a madman who wanted to synthesize the *Super High-Risk Ability Restriction Treaty* list!

The blurred figure said, "Recently, there have been rumors that the Crimson Empire seems to have some disagreements on the peace treaty. Although it is very far away, with the power of the Crimson Empire, if there are any actions in the future, the impact will also radiate to the Shattered Star Ring. If that really happens, it may be the best opportunity for you to make a comeback... and also the opportunity for us to fulfill our agreement. Only when the situation becomes chaotic can your conditions be met."

The DarkStar Leader's eyes lit up sharply. This might be an excuse that the other party deliberately used to appease him, but he did regain some confidence.

"Before everything is ready, don't contact us again."

The communication was disconnected. The DarkStar Leader closed the hidden compartment, returned to the room, and calmed his mood. Every time he contacted the other party, he felt a heavy pressure, stemming from the other party's power, identity, and authority.

*I hope they will eventually fulfill the transaction...*

The DarkStar Leader shook his head. He was no different from seeking skin from a tiger.

But even if he was worried, he could only choose to trade with the other party. He had embarked on this path a long time ago. No one within DarkStar knew about this. In his eyes, this was the only hope for the Mixed-Bloods.

Many years ago, he understood that the so-called overthrow of the Pure-Bloods' rule and the creation of a new Godora for the Mixed-Bloods were just empty visions and exciting slogans, beautiful but impossible to achieve. Bloodline discrimination would never be eliminated.

No matter how the Godora government implemented policies, Mixed-Bloods with scales or tails were just strangely shaped freaks in the eyes of the Pure-Bloods, just like ordinary people seeing deformed children. No matter how much psychological construction was done, no matter how high the cultivation was, as long as the Mixed-Bloods were different, the subconscious rejection would never disappear. And the Pure-Blood Godorans were mostly located in the upper-middle class, and the consequences of this discrimination were not just as simple as discrimination itself.

The future of the Mixed-Bloods was not in Godora.

If he was not the DarkStar spreading terror, but instead specialized in sheltering Mixed-Bloods, working to build a Mixed-Blood nation, bringing a positive organization to the Mixed-Bloods...

Then he would die even faster.

Because this was division. Without a backer, the resistance faced would not only be the Godora army but also more political alliances.

The only way out was the support of higher-level forces. DarkStar itself could not do all this.

At that time, these people found him, bringing the temptation to fall into the abyss, but also bringing hope.

In the end, he, the supreme leader of DarkStar, chose to become someone else's pawn, to gamble on another possibility.

The DarkStar Leader had asked the other party why they had approached him. The other party said that pure destruction and destruction supported by ideas and slogans were two different things. In most cases, the latter was more threatening to the group, so they chose DarkStar.

The initial program of an organization must be clear, but as it experiences more, the path deviates from the original track. In order to comply with the transaction, the DarkStar Leader's focus had long become how to cause greater damage to Godora and constantly provoke the animosity and contradiction between the Pure-Bloods and the Mixed-Bloods, pushing the Mixed-Bloods to the opposite side of Godora, which not only destroyed the internal harmony of Godora but also supplemented its own military resources, and also conformed to his ultimate goal.

DarkStar became a knife in someone else's hand, but all the organization members except himself were kept in the dark.

But the DarkStar Leader believed that the path he had chosen was the way to build a home for the Mixed-Bloods. To get rewards, you must first pay.

...

Godora Homeworld.

This was a huge planet. Even in outer space, it was possible to find obvious traces of artificial modification on this planet. The higher the civilization, the greater the degree of modification to the homeworld.

Spaceships landed at the spaceport terminal. Mercenaries from various legions walked off the ships. The Black Star Army was mixed in with the crowd. The players were the largest group, with a sea of people. Following behind Han Xiao and a group of cadres, they looked around curiously, like a sightseeing tour group, just short of holding a flag and wearing a hat.

Han Xiao walked in front, chatting and laughing with the leaders of the various legions. Everyone was invited to attend the victory celebration, and Godora officials had been waiting at the terminal to welcome them.