Apocalypse Gachapon

On the largest aircraft outside the Novice Star, the same image was displayed on the light screens: a small conference room with several virtual figures seated inside.

“Is the information accurate?” one person asked in a muffled voice.

As the leader of the Su Race, they were very backward in cosmic monitoring; their expertise lay in construction and defensive arrays.

“Would we lie to you?” a woman said somewhat impatiently.

In theory, this should be a meeting of the highest level among the Cosmic races, and they shouldn’t speak to each other in such a tone.

But there was no other way. The alliances of Reina Star and Huo’er Star were too powerful, accustomed to being domineering. This reflected their respective strengths.

If it weren’t for the Slave Races exploding twice—once a large-scale reproduction, once a nutrient wave—making the internal situation of the Cosmic race very unstable, they wouldn’t be holding this meeting.

“Then we need to make plans early.” The leader of the Su Race seemed completely unaffected by the attitude of this important figure from Reina Star, merely nodding in agreement.

To the side, a burly red-bearded ‘dwarf’ looked disdainfully at the Su Race leader. He looked down on this person from the bottom of his heart.

The representatives of the two major alliances attending this meeting were not the highest rulers of Reina Star and Huo’er Star. That is to say, they weren’t the real decision-makers of the two major alliances. Yet, the Su Race and the Taros Red Dwarves had their highest leaders attending.

Even though there was a significant strength gap between them, this situation was still very disrespectful. He wouldn’t be as good-tempered as the Su Race.

The person sitting in front of them wasn’t the Empress of Reina Star; what would happen if he contradicted her?

“What about the distance?” the Su Race representative asked again.

“If the direction doesn’t change, it will reach the closest point in six cosmic days,” said the high-ranking official from Hall Star who hadn’t spoken until now.

“Six days…” Everyone pondered this timeframe.

“It’s time to make a decision.” The woman from Reina Star clapped her hands. She was still not very accustomed to this consultative tone.

When did the people of Reina Star need to consult with others about their decisions? They often ignored even the people of Huo’er Star.

But now it was different. The incident a few days ago, where the Cosmic races collectively pressured them, made their highest ruler realize that while slowly boiling the frog-like treatment of these races had been fine before, once changes happened too fast, they would face the most intense resistance.

At this moment, it was clearly not the time for suppression or purging.

“The situation has been explained to everyone earlier. A Slave Race is moving towards the direction of the Novice Star. We don’t know if it’s just passing by, but we dare not gamble.”

When the woman said this, her attitude became completely calm.

Yes, no one dared to gamble.

Up to now, even with the help of the wheel, the Cosmic races had not personally killed a single Slave Race. All they could do was wander through the cosmos like stray dogs.

They could neither defeat the Slave Races in battle nor leave them, because the energy for much equipment and even the survivor fortresses came from the Slave Races.

Now, a Slave Race was coming. Although the Novice Star was already a planet ‘ravaged’ by Slave Races, due to the investments of the Cosmic races, in the final period of the planet’s end, there were still many lifeforms on it, even a large number of parasites.

If this Slave Race had a whim and came to take a snack, this possibility was not nonexistent.

The life or death of a planet didn’t matter to the Cosmic races. However, at the moment, there were numerous parasites on it, which represented a substantial amount of Moonspan Gold. It would be a pity just to abandon it.

Also, while the novices on it couldn’t be called the hope of the Cosmic races, at least over half of the outstanding younger generation were on it. If they were trapped, the loss would be even greater.

“Since that’s the case, let’s evacuate.” The high-ranking Huo’er Star official spread his hands. He advocated a comprehensive evacuation plan. Since no one dared to gamble, then leave quickly, far away from that Slave Race, to ensure absolute safety.

“But if we leave just like that, this novice battlefield will end abruptly. How do we calculate the final results? Someone will definitely not be satisfied. Also, once we evacuate completely, all investments on the planet will be wasted. For us, it’s a huge loss, almost equivalent to building a quarter of a small survivor fortress.”

The woman shook her head. A full evacuation meant too great a loss, one they couldn’t afford.

“Then what should we do?” the Su Race representative asked. He was accustomed to following orders and wasn’t good at thinking independently.

“The fourth small cycle for the newcomers still has a little over one day left. Our opinion is to let the already arrived warriors enter the battlefield early, complete this small cycle, then directly settle the rankings, distribute rewards, and begin cleaning up the planet immediately afterward. Before the Slave Race arrives, take away as much as we can.”

This was indeed the best handling method; no one could argue against it.

But in reality, everyone knew very clearly in their hearts: who would gain the most benefit from this sudden, surprise decision?

Naturally, it would be those super major races with the strongest overall strength on the Novice Star.

But everyone accepted it because, apart from this, there was no better alternative.

“Then it’s settled!” The woman’s light figure stood up at this moment, intending to end the meeting.

“Wait.” The leader of the Taros Red Dwarves, who hadn’t spoken since the meeting started, suddenly called out to everyone.

“I have a question… My spokesperson was intercepted by another race midway. How should this be handled?”

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He groaned in pain. Her still-intact arm pushed against the ground, and she deliberately lowered her head. A holy sigil on her back emitted a bright light, blasting the parasite entangled around her foot.

If she couldn’t regain her freedom of movement, He knew she wouldn’t get out today.

There was only one holy symbol behind her, not to be used lightly. Among the Changxu Water Race, this was known as the ‘Base Sigil,’ referring to the foundation of all holy sigils, the source of bodily strength. The energy within it was source energy, not to be used easily, otherwise it would severely harm the body.

But at this moment, He could no longer care about that.

The attack of the ‘Base Sigil’ was indeed powerful. That parasite was also closer and was instantly killed.

Her body regained freedom, but He faced not only parasites but also enemies. She saw the person who had broken one of her arms pick up his short sticks again, clearly intending to repeat the attack.

But just then, a sound suddenly came from every novice’s recorder.

“Emergency event. Mutual Assistance Mode initiated. Each race represented by a surviving newcomer will dispatch three warriors to enter the battlefield to assist in obtaining points. The final ranking will be the sum of the novice’s points and the points of the assisting warriors. The Mutual Assistance Mode will last for one day, until the end of the fourth small cycle. Simultaneously, the novice battlefield will also close after this cycle. All novices are urged to seize the time to obtain points.”