Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

Bablushka was of noble origin, but at this moment, his words were almost more vulgar and straightforward than those of commoners.

Upon hearing his words, people's expressions were no longer just unpleasant; some looked at Bablushka in disbelief, unable to fathom that the Governor could utter such explosive remarks.

This behavior, to put it mildly... was no different from a terrorist attack.

"Everyone, you should know, from the moment we joined this war, we were destined to be on the dock of the court; war crimes, who hasn't committed them? Everyone knows our actions in Corinna are no different from acts of aggression, even the Temple has reminded us to restrain ourselves a bit."

Bablushka took a deep breath, paused, and said:

"But if our sins can achieve great merits for the rise of the Night Butterfly, then no crime would be too much. Sins in our time, merits for eternity."

"People now criticize us, but our descendants will enjoy the benefits of the current aggression. The invaded will instead be required to reflect on why they were invaded—so this is not aggression, this is a great sacrifice!"

"In history, no country has perished because it invaded another. Only the victors are the writers of history!"

He raised his hand, thumped his chest, and said heavily:

"Honor belongs to the Night Butterfly."

The other soldiers stood up straight, raised their fists, and thumped their chests, shouting in unison:

"Honor belongs to the Night Butterfly!"

......

Eighteen hours later, Night Butterfly's Minister of Defense Karlwitz made a speech.

"To all the soldiers of the Night Butterfly Federation, thank you for your hard work—after discussions in the staff committee, although we have made some breakthroughs on the front line, now, our battle strategy must change."

"The magicians of the Crystal Tower are advancing under the evil offensive of demon implant gears, we must thwart their offensive, the starry sky of our motherland is being polluted by magic, we must adopt elastic defense and nip the enemy's counterattack in the bud."

"The Night Mother Goddess will bless us with victory, the Night Butterfly is a great nation, we have been in exile for twenty thousand years, and we must not abandon our homeland again."

"Thank you for your bloody battle. Next, we will conduct the 122nd prisoner of war exchange with the Crystal Tower Civilization; without your hard fight, our good comrades would not possibly return."

"ZGM.0238/1/11—Layer Abyss Calendar, the two hundred thirty-eighth reboot of the civilization era, the first entropy depletion, narrative eleven."

In this announcement, the Night Butterfly Federation used the Narrative Civilization Calendar at the end. It made its stance clear, engaging in war under the leadership of the 'Obliteration Sanctum'."

The Crystal Tower Civilization did not yield; when announcing their victory, they also added a note: ZGM.0238/1/13

Layer Abyss Calendar, the two hundred thirty-eighth reboot of the civilization era, the first entropy depletion, narrative thirteen.

When Li Aozi withdrew from the battlefield, people from the Empire had already arrived.

The reporters caught up faster than Merid and immediately surrounded Li Aozi:

"We are from the Empire Times—Baizhu Star has always maintained a neutral diplomatic stance, can you tell us why you decided to enter the war this time?"

To these media, Li Aozi smiled slightly, resumed his humanoid form, and showed his flawless face and upright, benevolent demeanor to everyone:

"Please rest assured, the Baizhu Autonomous State is a peace-loving country; however, the Crystal Tower nurtured me, and people should repay gratitude, but I was also once a political figure. Therefore, this time I participated in the war in my personal capacity; raising the national flag is because I love my country, Baizhu Star is a beautiful planet, and I hope everyone will come for tourism."

The reporters from the Empire somewhat lost control, staring at Li Aozi's face in a trance for a long time before reacting and writing the report titles:

"The Great Savior of the Eye of the Galaxy? Leoz: I merely made a little sacrifice for the country against the enemy."

"Baizhu Star: The home of the beautiful President Leoz, an excellent tourist destination."

"Ten years ago, as a student, he defeated society; ten years later, as President, he defeated civilization."

"Hardcore Beauty: Which president is the terminator of the meat grinder? The rare and ruthless Leoz!"

[Hint: Your nation has gained the 'Holy Land Pilgrimage' buff]

[Holy Land Pilgrimage]: Due to your deeds, successfully promoted the development of your hometown's tourism industry. At least 20 million people will gain jobs and income due to your outstanding performance.

In fact, people do not dislike those who are outwardly beautiful; they just detest flatterers who are useless, morally corrupt, yet rely solely on their appearance to rise to the top.

Clearly, beauty is just your bonus point; bringing benefits to the people is their reason for recognizing you.

Baizhu Star tourism income +2000%

Baizhu Star employment rate +15%

Baizhu Star happiness +8%

Government legitimacy +25% (permanent)

.........

On the day of the prisoner exchange, a temporary ceasefire agreement was signed by both parties, agreeing not to open fire within the next 4 years.

The Eye of the Galaxy was returned to the Crystal Tower Civilization, and the Night Butterfly Federation would stop sending armed personnel to invade the Eye of the Galaxy.

The Crystal Tower Civilization also prohibited crossing the Eye of the Galaxy to attack the Qilin Constellation—this latter would be considered an attack on the Night Butterfly's homeland.

The Crystal Tower Civilization was also unable to organize soldiers to continue expanding its achievements, thus choosing a truce.

Within ten natural days, the Night Butterfly Federation gradually retreated, taking all its living forces and precious instruments and equipment; what couldn't be taken was destroyed on the spot.

What was left to the Crystal Tower was only a vast wasteland.

But for the refugees of the Eye of the Galaxy, they could not wait to return to their homes.

No matter how dilapidated it was, it was the home that they and several generations had painstakingly built brick by brick, screw by screw.

However, the war continues.

The temporary ceasefire not only eased the sorcerers of the Crystal Tower but also brought a breath of relief to the soldiers of the Night Butterfly troops.

After sacrificing 127,000 compatriots, they were finally going home.

"This is not a ceasefire, just a halftime break."

The Night Butterfly's Minister of Foreign Affairs Vladrov Vanlich commented:

"The next round is the second half of the game."

After saying this, he turned off the terminal, tidied up his clothes, opened the conference room door, and looked at the noble figure with porcelain skin floating in mid-air, respectfully bowing:

"Sorry to keep you waiting, 'The Impure Monk' of the 'Obliteration Sanctum', Master Apollo."

"No matter."

The ambassador of the Narrative Civilization, with divine power flowing all over his body, gently raised his hand, a formless force helping Vanlich up. The latter raised his head, looking up at those golden eyes, could only feel magnificence and tranquility.

"The real war is not here. This war will rewrite the entire history of the Layer Abyss."

The Impure Monk clasped his hands, turned, and looked out the window.

"Indeed, compared to that great objective, the situation of the Eye of the Galaxy is not worth mentioning."

Vanlich nodded and followed the Impure Monk's gaze:

"The Unsilenced Event has severely damaged all three major narrative civilizations, and the stable ascension heritage has been broken. The already fragile balance will never return... The Unsilenced Event has caused a lot of second, and third-rate civilizations to be eager to stir, and the war that will engulf the entire Starry Abyss should be coming."

"This will be an era of disputes, but the places burning will not be in the Layer Abyss."

The distorted shapes reflected in The Impure Monk's eyes:

"The Primordial Abyss is the origin of all things. The first narrative, which we still cannot contact, is within it. Finding them will find all the truths. That is also a goal unreachable by even the Destroyer."

"The Nether Abyss is the end of all things, where all the souls and the deities who died in the War Beyond the Abyss are buried, washed away by the Nether Abyss."

"The Mass Abyss is the battleground of the gods, vying for divinity and divine right, meaningless to the narrative civilization."

"The Border Abyss is the home of the Void; they monopolize a layer of the Starry Abyss, unable to be discussed."

"And the war in the Layer Abyss, due to the Unsilenced Event, even if fought fiercely, also because of the disconnection, cannot affect the higher layers' will."

"Therefore, our decisive battlefield is quite clear."

Vanlich nodded:

"The Border Abyss."

"The Border Abyss has the most flat and vast cosmos. The narrative civilizations there do not like to manage things; now, they are in a disconnected state, unable to contact the upper layer's narrative."

"Therefore, in the Border Abyss, the strong of the Layer Abyss narratives will still continue to implement the strategies of the past—mutual combat."

"We must acknowledge... the intentions of the 'Societies' were bad, but the execution was well done. From the current perspective, everything is proceeding according to our plan."

The Impure Monk chuckled lightly:

"Let everything be resolved in the Border Abyss."

"The battles between Signa(18) levels are far more brutal than those in the Eye of the Galaxy."