Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

Four and a half natural days have passed since the battle between Colonel Kadun and former President Leoz.

During this period, the Night Butterfly Troops, unable to replace true technical positions even with a large number of clones and the Night Federation Army, had to choose to retract their lines and relinquish the already occupied areas.

However, the Crystal Tower was already exhausted, unable to advance after reclaiming symbolic planets like Avalofka, Dibilia, and Codename 901.

The two armies began to consolidate their forces at the front, salvage shipwreck debris, and seek treatment for their soldiers. Even when encountering each other on the battlefield, they remained silent, sometimes even helping to signal each other, alerting their soldiers to each other's positions.

For the senior politicians, these four and a half days were endlessly difficult, with domestic public opinion pressure and radical factions urging them to act at every moment.

But for the soldiers on both sides, it was an incredibly happy time.

Cedro Dorsey, a former commando of the Crystal Tower, was one of those enjoying such bliss.

The timely intervention of Li Aozi relieved his siege, and since Li Aozi had eliminated most of the living forces, the reinforcements soon entered the space station and quickly found Cedro staring blankly in a shell crater.

Later, with a blue scarf wrapped around his hand, he lay on a stretcher and returned to the rear amidst his comrades, awarded the White Lion Medal by General Balkmon for his brave combat performance, having never surrendered and fought to the end.

Cedro never mentioned his experiences to anyone, holding tightly to the blue scarf in his hand, the white lion on his chest shining brilliantly under the artificial light.

Everything had passed.

A group of young lads stood down at the new recruits' station, joking and bantering, having not learned the secrecy regulations, and hadn't yet joined their units, playing around with each other and talking about their ideals. To them, killing and playing games were the same, with a slide tackle off the wall and an aerial direction change easily enough to kill an enemy.

Cedro looked at those young recruits and said nothing.

Compared to several years ago, they would be the luckiest batch of kids.

The Crystal Tower Civilization achieved a great victory, plunging the entire army into unprecedented joy, and people began decorating brightly, discovering that the cosmic space was a great place for playing rugby, with its variable trajectories and diverse movement styles, carrying the ball and flying freely to crash around.

Thus, the magicians discarded their rifles, straddled their magic wands, and began chasing a fast-flying ball, with various troops holding such 'Wizard Ball' matches.

The chefs also unleashed their imaginations, no longer under logistical control, showcasing their skills by using magic to summon various fairies, crafting all kinds of flavored cuisines, eager to fatten every soldier into plump, white pigs.

When the magic wands lost their blades, no longer firing deadly rays, and instead were used in production and sports, it seemed to return to their original purpose.

After four and a half days of a brief ceasefire, amidst revelry, people welcomed even more exciting news:

"Lord Leoz returned from the Dark Star Domain! The Primitives have been defeated!"

Sitting General Balkmon gazed at the moonlight piercing the galaxy, smiling slightly:

"We have won, the Eye of the Galaxy is ours!"

Even with expectation, the soldiers of the Crystal Tower still showed doubt and disbelief upon hearing this news.

Following brief commotion and discussion, they watched as the radiant moonlight blossomed within the Eye of the Galaxy, and the porcelain-skinned Li Aozi stood calmly under the shine of Polaris, the gravity wave carrying his will, announcing to the entire Eye of the Galaxy:

"After fierce battles, Colonel Kadun has been defeated by me, Leoz Dominet, hereby informing everyone—the battle of the Eye of the Galaxy is over."

Li Aozi spoke, glancing at the messages in the communicator.

The Crystal Tower Civilization had sent him a speech draft, though at first glance it seemed like something randomly generated by a Magic Tower spirit.

Luckily, as a master's degree holder with substantial merit in one year, Li Aozi did not need a speech draft, and after quickly grasping the Crystal Tower Civilization's intent, he immediately launched into a speech:

"Since 'Operation Cold Moon,' the Eye of the Galaxy meat grinder battle, lasting a cumulative 22 years, has officially come to an end."

"With 8 years of long-term mobilization, 75% of the Night Butterfly Federation's main forces were annihilated. Through the efforts of myself and the Crystal Tower warriors, another 127,000 troops were obliterated."

"As the former President of Baizhu Autonomous State, a politician, I thank all the valiant fighters, those devoted to defending the motherland's great cause, the martyrs who sacrificed, all who still steadfastly hold their positions, and the great laborers participating in propaganda, command, and production at the rear."

Two magic warships folded jumped from the base, one unfurling a massive Crystal Tower Civilization flag with a blue background, golden stripes, and a white tower symbolizing rational wisdom.

The other warship displayed Li Aozi's flag: a black background with a red seven-pointed star, filled with sovereign and dictatorial evil compared to the Crystal Tower Civilization and Baizhu Star's flag.

However, at this moment, no one questioned whether Li Aozi's dictatorial rule would pose a problem.

Various media broadcasted this scene, with Li Aozi occupying an absolutely central position under two national flags, confidently narrating the cause, process, development, and aftermath of the war under the eyes of countless people.

"Twenty thousand years ago, the Night Butterfly Federation was still a weak technological civilization unable to govern a polluted environment. In pursuit of further development, they painfully abandoned their Mother Star—Corinna, and went wandering through the cosmos. From this perspective, the Night Butterfly are pitiable people too."

"During the 20,000 years, a group also arrived at Corinna—those are the Crystal Tower Civilization. They didn't shun this planet's backwardness, instead actively unlocking its value, focusing on management and immigration starting 400 years ago. They crafted Corinna into a beautiful, developed magic planet, a land flowing with milk and honey."

"Corinna was rediscovered and blessed with a beautiful dawn, with a large number of Crystal Tower immigrants arriving, and under the unique open immigration system of magic civilization, they did not oppose other species coming together, jointly developing and enjoying Corinna's beautiful environment."

"However, they never imagined that 20,000 years later, the progeny of the dressed-up-and-returned Night Butterfly Federation would return to this Starfield."

"Initially, the Crystal Tower's people warmly welcomed the Night Butterfly people's return, expressing we could jointly develop the planet. But what did the Night Butterfly people do? They seized the lands and resources of the Crystal Tower's people."

"Forty years ago, there were 200 million people of Crystal Tower on Corinna. Today, 40 years later, only 2 million Crystal Tower citizens remain on Corinna."

"I want to ask some Night Butterfly people: Is Corinna really your home? Who left this land filled with pollution and radiation, abandoning it? And 20,000 years later, conducted massacres against the ordinary people who saved your homeland and are still living on this land?"

"Baldat, Sara, Lydia, Albiyoon, Baldena, Berut—these are Night Butterfly people's premeditated shellings and mass killings of Crystal Tower citizens. You kill civilians, rob workshops, burn materialist magicians, forcibly occupy Mage Towers turning them into electronic churches."

"Even if deities permit you to do so, history will not let you off. Listen well, all Night Butterfly restorationists, you are inhumane terrorists, ungrateful white-eyed wolves. We will liberate all occupied planets, spreading the materialist thought back to humanity."

"Now, get out of the Eye of the Galaxy. This is a starry sky soaked with the blood of warriors, starting with the Eye of the Galaxy, then other occupied planets, finally liberating Corinna!"

"Glory to the Crystal Tower! Glory to the materialist thought! Glory to all patriots!"

Li Aozi spread his hands, the two national flags behind him moved autonomously in the universe, despite no wind.

In the vacuum of space, he could still feel an unprecedentedly vast tide, sweeping over the entire Eye of the Galaxy.

"Long—live—!"