"Suspected Stellaron disaster erupts in the Gourmet Capital—"
"The Gourmet Capital, formerly known as Fragrant Cream Cheese, has attracted countless tourists since its founding. As a rising travel destination, it has greatly stimulated the economy of neighboring star systems."
"However, all routes leading to that system have recently become blocked. Reports claim the Gourmet Capital may have suffered a Stellaron crisis."
"The Interastral Peace Corporation is still investigating the situation. The Corporation advises travelers across the cosmos to suspend their plans and proceed with caution."
"At the same time, the Interastral Peace Corporation is willing to provide all necessary assistance to the Gourmet Capital, Tiramisu."
"The aid package includes—"
"The frozen world of Jarilo-VI fell beneath the iron hooves of the Antimatter Legion, then was sealed in ice under the power of a Stellaron."
"For more than seven hundred years before Mr. Lin Yi shattered the frost covering the planet, the Corporation believed it to be a dead world devoid of civilization."
"Let us offer our highest respect to that resilient civilization, which shares the faith of Preservation."
"After Jarilo-VI was freed from ice, Mr. Screwllum also spoke on its behalf and expressed willingness to offer protection."
"According to relevant sources, many across the universe believe that any world capable of drawing the attention of two geniuses must possess something extraordinary."
"However, the Corporation reminds all travelers that the planet has recently undergone a coup, its internal political climate is complicated, and its natural conditions remain extremely harsh. It is not suitable for tourism."
That was what they said.
But who would actually listen?
Some hoped to uncover technological relics left behind by the geniuses.
Some wanted to study the device placed on Jarilo-VI to restrain the Stellaron.
Others came for the icefield bears.
A chaotic mix of people gathered there, lively beyond measure.
At the same time, on the other side of the cosmos, Kasbelinyat VIII had just concluded a rather unusual "war."
The Interastral Peace broadcasts had arrived too late as usual.
The Family's envoy had already come.
So had the Antimatter Legion led by the Harbinger of Calamity.
That Legion passed by several trembling civilizations without sparing them a glance, heading straight for Kasbelinyat VIII.
The moment they arrived, they wasted no time offering the planet a very distinctive greeting—
Three thousand Doomsday Beasts lined up in perfect formation and unleashed their breath downward in unison.
The spectacle was immense.
This was the true large-scale battlefield use of Doomsday Beasts: mass bombardment. Dark wings blotted out the sky like the end of days itself, crushing all resistance with despair.
Against civilizations with no means to counter them, one wave was enough to scour the land clean.
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The perfect tactic for bullying the weak—efficient, practical, visually stunning.
Its only flaw was that it only worked on the weak.
After all, Doomsday Beasts themselves were enormous targets. Their firepower was terrifying, but the charge-up before attacking was far too long and easy to interrupt.
Against civilizations with counters, they were little more than live targets.
Go ahead, breathe fire.
One shot, one silence.
In wars of equal scale, Doomsday Beasts were basically elite cannon fodder—huge bodies, thick health, useful for charging the front line, breaking formations, and soaking damage. No one expected them to carry the damage output.
And when killed, their cores still exploded once more.
What better frontline unit was there than a thick-skinned monster with a death effect?
The reason Doomsday Beasts were called Doomsday Beasts was because they were heralds of the apocalypse, vanguards of destruction. Their terror lay in the endless army behind them.
Not in the title of "planet-destroying weapon."
Without a legion to support them, they were clumsy and cumbersome. Any moderately capable Pathstrider could kite one to death.
But this time, the Antimatter Legion had clearly kicked steel instead of soft mud.
The devastating attack that should have brought ruin changed the instant it entered Kasbelinyat VIII.
Candy fell from the sky.
Rice.
Liquid chocolate.
Everything imaginable—
Everything except attacks.
Even the "gifts" hurled from the heights automatically slid aside just before hitting anyone.
A strike that looked capable of ending the world landed without injuring a single person.
The savage, terrifying Doomsday Beasts no longer looked like weapons of war, but cheerful messengers tossing treats to amuse children.
Above, the celestial ring still shone and revolved.
The Harbinger commanding the force darkened in expression.
This wasn't hard prey.
This was a steel wall.
With a sweep of his hand, the Doomsday Beasts received the command at once. They folded their wings tightly, curling themselves into spheres.
Their cores began to glow.
Wrapped into balls, they plunged toward the ground together.
The Harbinger intended to use them as giant firecrackers—one massive chain detonation.
Unfortunately, the light of the celestial ring blazed even brighter.
The Doomsday Beasts exploding midair transformed into a shower of sweetness.
Those that hit the ground bounced like candies dropped onto pudding, then burst into countless plush toys.
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Some nearly touched the ground when the earth suddenly split open beneath them. The beasts dropped inside, and the crack closed again.
The motion looked disturbingly like chewing.
Three thousand Doomsday Beasts vanished like pebbles tossed into the sea, without the slightest ripple.
Those who had made wishes now seemed to share a strange tacit understanding. Together, they raised their heads and looked to the sky.
The Harbinger had already decided to retreat.
He did not fear destruction's arrival.
But the mission Lord Star Howl had entrusted to him remained unfinished.
Once he flattened the predetermined targets assigned by Lord Star Howl, he would return to face this turtle shell again.
When that day came, either the Planet of Peace would be destroyed—
or the path of Destruction he walked would reach its own end, welcoming his personal ruin.
Avoid the enemy's sharp edge.
Endure for now.
A strategic withdrawal.
Unfortunately, he had realized it a little too late.
Montor's Family envoy was currently on the planet, and he had watched the entire farce from beginning to end.
Now, the envoy felt that the Harmony of Kasbelinyat VIII was very wrong.
As though it had embraced things it never should have embraced.
Or perhaps it had embraced far too many messy things at once.
The Sky Curtain Tower had collapsed.
The surviving people of Autran, receiving no royal command, had scattered in accordance with their king's dying wish.
The Planet of Peace did not permit weapons that could harm others to exist.
Unfortunately, the Planet of Peace—Kasbelinyat VIII itself—was precisely a "weapon" of terrifying destructive power.
But with the Antimatter Legion right before them, priorities were obvious.
The abnormalities here could be investigated later.
Right now, what mattered most was that villains had come seeking to defile the paradise blessed by the divine lord's miracle.
Though the people of this planet had not yet formally entered the Family's embrace—
The Family already considered them one of their own.
Now wicked foes dared to harm our brethren—
A bit overtuned.
Better nerf it first.
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