"Your Majesty, Boer's in chaos under Dark Dragon's maneuvers," Dark Dragon Legion Commander Long Ren reported, entering. "Instruct them: no harassing or robbing civilians. We're infiltrating as 'mobsters,' but we're cultured mobsters, not street thugs. Plus, we don't want a ruined Boer when we take over, got it?" I said, eyeing him.
"Understood." Long Ren vanished before me. This guy slacks on teleportation but mastered spatial magic's transfer spell like a pro. It looked like teleportation at a glance, but my realm's sensitivity to spatial elements caught the faint ripple despite his tight magical shroud. Talented kid. Two years younger than A-Long's crew, he's bolder and more meticulous. After they joined the legions, he took over Dark Dragon, now spreading its shadowy network across the four known star systems, eyeing First Cosmos civilizations next.
Shortly after Long Ren left, Long Ya knelt before me. "Your Majesty, Boer's palace and ministers are detained in the palace. Their guards haven't noticed us, busy quelling riots."
"Well done. Tell A-Bao to surround Boer's legions with his forces. While their defenses are weak, send another legion to strike fast. If Boer's border legions resist, eliminate them on the spot," I ordered. I'm no saint—war's here, and I'll minimize our losses ruthlessly.
"Tian," Shasha, awake and nestled in my arms, tugged my sleeve softly as I issued commands.
I looked down gently. "What's up, Sha?"
"Can we avoid killing? With our numbers, can't we stop their rebellion without bloodshed?" Shasha, ever the bleeding heart, pleaded for the enemy even now. Gods, why'd I marry such a softie? Punishment for my impulsiveness?
Her pure, ethereal beauty softened me. Brushing her forehead's stray hairs, I said, "Sha, I don't want to kill either. They're too weak—slaughtering them complicates our takeover. But think: soldiers have pride. Surrounded, some will resist surrender. I'm no saint; I won't trade our warriors' lives for theirs. Their families await their safe return—I can't break those hearts. My power's limited, but I'll minimize casualties for you. Deal?"
"Mm." Shasha nodded obediently. "Tian, can't we have Boer order his troops to stand down and accept reorganization? I bet he'd agree."
Kissing her, I said, "My Shasha's brilliant! How'd I miss that? I didn't account for Boer's change of heart. War's full of surprises. Good wife, you've taught your husband a lesson."
Blushing, Shasha hid in my arms. "It's Husband's wisdom—I just nudged you." Her shy, submissive charm even dazed Long Ya.
"Enough mutual flattery," I said, looking at Long Ya. "Heard us?"
Long Ya nodded.
"Do as we said. Tell Boer our plan—he'll know what to do. Also, how far's Qinglong Legion from Boer?" I asked.
"Your Majesty, Qinglong Legion moved out on orders. They'll reach Boer's border forces in about half an hour," Long Ya reported.
"Alright." I pondered, then said to Long Ren, "Tell A-Bao to stage a massive offensive but stay out of Boer's defense zone until my order. That should give Boer time to issue commands. Funny—Boer's doing good on his way out. Go handle it."
"Yes."
In the starfield between Sky Dragon and Boer, a fleet of dark warships emerged like cosmic specters—Qinglong Legion, dispatched from Little Milky Way's main base, backed by two regular legions A-Long loaned them.
Petite Deputy Commander Hong Yu approached A-Bao. "General, half an hour till we engage Boer."
"Haha!" A-Bao burst out laughing. Seeing Hong Yu's confusion, he scratched his head. "Just thrilled. I fought A-Lang for a prime defense zone to hit the battlefield first. Got stuck with Pandora's sector, bummed me out—they're closer to enemies. Now we're first to fight! A-Lang's probably cursing himself."
"Crazy. What's funny? War's fun because people die?" Hong Yu shot him a look, lumping A-Bao with A-Lang's war-hungry crew. If A-Bao knew she saw him as a battle-crazed lunatic—especially with rumors he's chasing her—he'd be floored.
"Adjutant!" A-Bao called.
"Here!" A sweet voice answered. The adjutant, petite and stunning, looked striking in her fitted uniform.
Seeing her stormy expression, A-Bao knew she'd caught his "cozy" chat with Hong Yu. His second wife hadn't exploded yet, but as a veteran under our great Emperor Feitian, he knew women's minds. As I always say, this is the calm before the storm—quiet means danger. One wrong move, and lightning fries you clueless.
A-Bao tried to stay stern, but her glare deflated him. "Darling, please notify the fleets to prepare, form battle formations, and advance. I'm hungry—after relaying orders, can you fry me some eggs? Your eggs are divine."
Hong Yu smirked at his groveling. Even her blunt self saw the obvious. A-Bao's pleading drew a chuckle from her.
His wife glanced smugly at Hong Yu, as if saying, No chance—my leopard cub loves me. Eggs seal the deal. She left to relay orders, knowing personal spats stay out of military duties.
As she sashayed away, A-Bao exhaled, slumping into his command chair, wiping his brow. "Exhausting," he muttered. Hong Yu teased, "So tiring? I learned massage the other day—want one?"
A-Bao leapt up like a scalded cat, glancing back nervously. Seeing no one, he waved her off. "No thanks, I'll pass."
Hong Yu batted her eyes. "All lust, no guts." Her whisper, within his hearing, zapped him. Her flirtatious jab was deliberate, and comparing her to his two wives, A-Bao questioned chasing her. Good thing I caught this early.
But with his wife as adjutant, he cursed A-Lang inwardly. That guy, henpecked himself, seemed to grudge his brothers' freedom. He rallied their wives, citing my maxim: Women are always right; they're for loving. United, they joined the empire's Women's Self-Help Association, led by Empress Xue'er. Facing her, the brothers couldn't admit they wanted wives at home to ogle female soldiers occasionally.
Worse, 90% of the association were officers' wives, trained as secretaries and adjutants. Xue'er, citing budget cuts, enlisted them all, assigning them as adjutants to their husbands. Regret hit hard. They cursed A-Lang, now suffering with their crews, who griped daily. A-Bao could only soothe them: The revolution's just begun—don't falter against 'enemies.' I failed, but comrades, keep fighting!
Eyeing the curvaceous comm officer emerging from the secure room, A-Bao sighed, shaking his head. "Commander, His Majesty orders Qinglong Legion to halt attacks on Boer's border forces, advance aggressively but stay outside their defense zone, and await further instructions while preparing to take over defenses," she reported.
"What's Boss playing at? Attack but hold back, then prep for takeover?" A-Bao muttered, puzzled.
"Commander!" The comm officer snapped, needing a reply.
Jolted, A-Bao said, "Reply: Qinglong Legion received orders."
Hong Yu entered, sipping hot tea. "Heard His Majesty's orders? What's the deal?" A-Bao asked.
Nodding, Hong Yu said, "Simple—wait for the next order." "Tch, obvious. Why's he doing it?" A-Bao frowned.
"His Majesty has reasons. We preserve strength and follow his will. We're just a piece of the plan, not the whole. He's the true commander, not you," Hong Yu said, rolling her eyes.
A-Bao slapped his head. "That's it! I felt off, like I'm being led with little intel, all pent up. You nailed it—this is His Majesty's war. We're sidekicks. Guess I'm battle-crazy, thinking I'm the grand marshal." He chuckled sheepishly.
Mimicking his goofy laugh, Hong Yu teased, "Good, you know you're nuts. Sidekicks still need care. Lose, and forget His Majesty's punishment—you'll be Sky Dragon's first general to flop with superior forces, immortalized in shame. Congrats, history's star!"
A-Bao's neck reddened. "Crow's mouth! Me, the first failure? I'll be the empire's top general. No need to envy—I'll share the glory."
"Pfft!" Hong Yu spat her tea. "Vain ass. Don't know your own face."
Teleporting with Shasha to Boer's palace, I found their guards captured, knocked out, and locked in the dungeon.
Long Ya handed me a list. "From Tuorsi—Wushite agents planted in Boer's military."
"Good work," I said, scanning it. Damn, Wushite spared no expense. Over half of Boer's senior officers were their men. What's Lude's grudge with me? Sacrificing years of infiltrating Boer, even allying with Pandora, was overkill. A bit later, and Boer would've been theirs entirely.
Long Ya earned this list the hard way—mental magic to extract secrets, draining the user for a day. I avoided it on Tuorsi, thinking it inhumane, but let my men use it. Just self-righteous posturing.
Suddenly, deafening combat and gunfire erupted outside. "They noticed a shift?" I said, surprised. Wushite's forces had talent.
"Did Boer's orders go out?" I asked Long Ya. "Yes, except the borders, which take longer. Boer Star's troops should've received them," he said, puzzled.
I laughed. "Not your fault—just more complex than we thought. You gave me that list, right?"
Long Ya blinked, then got it. "If we'd gotten it sooner…"
"No big deal. Wushite's undercover generals are acting. If I'm right, they've detained Boer's loyal officers and seized control. Let's meet our foes. Tell Long Ren to lead Dark Dragon in support," I said boldly, pulling Shasha toward the palace gates, where fighting raged fiercest.
"Boer's warriors, raise your guns against the vile Sky Dragon devils! Kill, save His Majesty!" a hate-filled slogan greeted me.
Outside, small warships and gunboats packed the area. I was relieved they hadn't fired on the palace—our forces couldn't hold long otherwise. Wushite's men didn't dare bombard it, as that'd expose them; Boer's soldiers did the fighting.
"Summon armaments," I told Shasha. Her skills were top-tier, but another sedative attack wasn't impossible. Armaments blocked such tricks.
"Mad Dragon!" "Phoenix Flame!" we called. Crystal magic armaments rose from glowing hexagonal arrays, teleporting us inside. As our bodies synced with the bio-intelligent systems, overwhelming aura surged outward.
Sky Dragon's Reverse Dragon members cheered, darting through enemies in their armaments. Enemy warships in the sky were already crumbling, retreating under our assault. Our armaments' superiority was obvious.
"Long Ya, tell A-Bao to strike now. If border forces resist, wipe them out," I ordered via armament comms.
"Yes."
If I couldn't see Wushite's goal now, I'd be an idiot. A-Bao, receiving orders, prepped for battle.
"All legions, fleets, announce we're here to reorganize. Stay sharp—if they resist, annihilate them," A-Bao commanded.
"Orders received."
"Commander, they refuse reorganization," comms reported, infuriating A-Bao. "Damn, no face given, think I'm Buddha? All legions, attack—indiscriminate!"
Wushite-controlled Boer border forces weren't ready for Sky Dragon's instant assault, no negotiation. Millions of beams pierced the dark, hammering them. Their commander regretted it—holding Qinglong Legion was a pipe dream.
Boer's beams and shells hit Sky Dragon's massive warships, doing nothing, like tickling. A shimmering shield absorbed all. Meanwhile, Boer's warships—more like dust—shattered under our energy beams, exploding in fragments.
"General, we've under 100,000 warships left; they've lost none. Flee—let me hold them," the deputy urged. The Wushite general, ashamed, knew these soldiers died for his orders. "I failed you. I'm leaving. Surrender the fleet—save Boer's last strength." As the deputy hesitated, he drew his gun and ended his life.
"General!" the deputy wailed, reaching but frozen, time stalling.
"Sky Dragon warships are closing!" a pilot shouted.
Snapping out, the deputy yelled, "Signal surrender—stop firing!" He collapsed on the deck.
In Qinglong's command ship, A-Bao grinned at the enemy fleet. "Speed up, hit that command ship!" "Stop," Hong Yu said calmly.
"Why?" A-Bao spun, hyped. "They surrendered. Why fight?" she replied.
"Who said? They were shooting!" A-Bao looked—Boer's warships had stopped, circling. "Damn, quick switchers. Good, or I'd castrate them." Glancing at Hong Yu, he muttered, "Sorry."
"No biggie, you're just a sleaze," Hong Yu said bluntly. "You—" A-Bao's neck flushed, but he had no comeback. "Good men don't fight women," he huffed, then yelled, "Adjutant!"
He froze, realizing his mistake. A roar matched his. "On gunpowder, huh? Think I'm soft? Commander or not, my sisters own you!" his wife snapped.
"Petty men and women, hard to handle," A-Bao quipped. "Rebel now?" She loomed like a lioness. He tossed out, "Hong Yu, prep fleets to take positions. Report to His Majesty for orders," and fled.
On Boer Star's palace square, Sky Dragon and Boer's guards clashed fiercely. Boer seemed advantaged with warship support, but their outdated ships were useless against our armaments' superior energy levels.
I shouted to Shasha, "Your capture was due to inexperience. Strength's nothing without skill—you'd have lost again. This is your training ground."
"But it means killing," Shasha said.
"Natural in war," I countered. "You saw Demon Clan invasions—why so soft now? Too long in the palace?" Her capture could've cost her honor, maybe her life, with her temperament. Miss this chance to train? Should I sacrifice men for practice?
My first snap at a wife stunned Shasha. In her armament, I couldn't see her face, but her voice betrayed tears.
She knew I meant well—deep love, high expectations. Still, she sulked. Stinky Feitian, yelling at me! If Xue'er hears, she'll tease me. Scolding a mom! Channeling her ire, she unleashed on Boer's warships.
With our advanced armaments and Reverse Dragon's four custom warships, the battle tilted fast in our favor.
"Your Majesty, Long Ren with Dark Dragon Legion, reporting," Long Ren announced. "We'll handle the skies. You take the ground—move fast," I ordered.
"Yes." Long Ren's team struck from the enemy's rear.
"Your Majesty, Long Ya here. Qinglong Legion reports Boer's border forces are destroyed; survivors captured, awaiting orders," Long Ya said via comms.
Great news. "Tell them: two regular legions stay to garrison Boer. Qinglong Legion, after rest, heads to Pandora and Sirius Systems," I ordered. "Clear?"
"Clear."
"Good, notify them." Shutting comms, I dodged two lasers, teleporting beside the attacking warship. "Kids, taste my Solar Fist!" My armament's fist blazed with fire and lightning, its speed screaming power. The eerie scene halted both sides, all eyes on it.
The punch felt eternal yet instant. My fist pierced the warship's metal hull like paper, blue lightning dancing across its surface. Boom! It exploded inward, flames and fragments scattering, charred soldier corpses flying with debris. Spectators vomited.
We swiftly cleared Boer's warships in space and low orbit. A dozen surrendered fast, sparing destruction—something to appease Shasha, lest she accuse me of total slaughter.
After, I led warriors to aid Dark Dragon against enemies in palace-side buildings. Damn Wushite's shamelessness—I'll castrate Lude into a freak. They hid in civilian zones, and despite our care, stray shots wounded or killed civilians.
Only one way. I halted our fire, shouting, "All forces, bombard this area! If they don't emerge, level the buildings!" Enemies scrambled out, cursing they weren't Pandora folk with extra hands to crawl faster.
My bluff worked—few hid among civilians. Their lasers were useless against our armaments. As I fought, Wushite declared war on Sky Dragon, slogan: "Down with cosmic hegemonism! Destroy the vile devil Makino Feitian!" I nearly fell from the sky, not from the declaration, but the absurdity. When did I become an evil old-society devil? Hegemonism? What'd I dominate?
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