Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1163: Turning the Tide

Chapter 1163: Turning the Tide

Fearing exposure, she had left in haste without completing the purchase.

Even now, she still didn’t know how strong that cultivator was or whether they had noticed her presence.

"I don’t know. These cultivators have extraordinary abilities and often sense trouble before it arrives. The Empire does not dare to provoke them," Major General Rafiq said.

"They must have tried, realized they couldn’t win, and eventually gave up."

A ruler would never allow another power to thrive under their reign without trying to control it.

Major General Rafiq merely smiled without answering.

"How far are we from Planet Veloxia now? Are we certain that the battlefield will be there?" Amalia asked.

"It’s been confirmed with absolute certainty. The aliens want to take control of the Erythar Star System without causing excessive destruction to humanity. The logic is simple—capture Planet Veloxia, control His Majesty the Emperor, and make humanity lose all hope. Once they achieve that, resistance will crumble," Major General Rafiq said, his expression emotionless, but his voice grew increasingly cold.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go to Planet Veloxia now!" Kenny Lin was already eager to move.

He could sense that Amalia was close to a breakthrough, and he needed to catch up.

"What’s the rush? There’s still a problem," Amalia reprimanded, without any hesitation.

No one else could say much, but Amalia had no problem keeping Kenny Lin in check.

"What problem?" Kenny Lin frowned.

"Don’t forget, this battleship belongs to the aliens. Neither the humans nor the aliens know that Aelra is dead. That means we are exposed, while everyone else remains hidden," Amalia pondered for a moment. "So, there’s no immediate need for us to go to Planet Veloxia. If you want a battlefield, why not create one yourself?"

Kenny Lin’s eyes lit up. "That makes sense."

No one had expected that the seemingly calm and composed Amalia would turn out to be even more daring than Kenny Lin.

"Ms. Amalia, are you suggesting that we take the initiative to attack?" Major General Rafiq’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

"General, you’re not seriously considering this, are you?" Officer Khan was taken aback.

"Why not? Ever since the alien invasion began, have humans ever had a real chance to fight back? It’s always been them attacking us. This time, it’s their turn to suffer," Major General Rafiq said with a calm expression.

"I agree," Khalil said.

He understood exactly how the General felt.

However, he also knew that the real reason Major General Rafiq was willing to take such a bold step was not just because of their abundant energy reserves and supplies—it was because of Amalia and Kenny Lin.

Since these two powerhouses had suggested attacking the aliens, they wouldn’t stand idly by.

With two mighty warriors leading the charge, what was there to fear?

At this moment, Khalil’s confidence soared to new heights.

Under normal circumstances, someone would have smacked him back to reality.

"Then let’s fight!" Officer Khan finally came around.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Amalia spoke decisively, "Then let’s find out where the nearest alien base is. Everyone, prepare for battle."

As she and Kenny Lin walked out, Major General Rafiq called after her.

"Ms. Amalia, there’s something I’d like to discuss. Should we inform the Royal Court about this?"

"General, do you have any concerns?" Amalia turned back to ask.

"Actually, by the time you arrived at Planet Lumora, I had already received news that the Draconis Empire had gathered a group of cultivators..."

Perhaps because what he was about to say next was difficult to put into words, Major General Rafiq’s old face showed a trace of discomfort.

Amalia understood immediately. "Major General Rafiq, just say it. But don’t let too many people know, and it might be difficult to avoid the aliens’ signal surveillance."

"I will have my people take precautions," Major General Rafiq said, feeling deeply grateful to her.

"Alright." Amalia knew he was a calm and measured man.

Without pressing for more details, she simply turned around and left.

While Major General Rafiq and his people were attempting to contact the Royal Court, three days later, a group of arrogant people strode into the palace on Planet Veloxia.

Each of them had broad shoulders and sturdy builds, exuding an overwhelming presence.

Their arms, necks, and even faces bore tattoo-like totems, making it clear at a glance that they were no ordinary people.

Among them, four of them had a black serpent tattooed on their wrists.

The serpent flicked its tongue, its emerald-green eyes appearing to fixate on anyone who dared to look at it, no matter the angle.

The other four bore a different symbol—a black-and-red blood butterfly tattooed on their shoulders.

This blood butterfly had once posed a great threat to the Draconis Empire, nearly destroying several planets.

By openly displaying this symbol as their tattoo, their provocative intent was unmistakable.

As the group approached the Royal Court, they attempted to storm inside without waiting for an official announcement.

The guards at the entrance stepped forward to block them, but before they could even speak, one of the intruders suddenly punched through the air.

The force of the blow sent a guard flying, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed to the ground.

"You’re the ones begging us for help, not the other way around. Show some respect, or next time, it won’t just be blood you’re spitting out..." The man who had thrown the punch made a throat-slitting gesture.

At that moment, a tall and imposing captain of the palace guards stepped forward.

He glanced at the fallen, bleeding guard before shifting his gaze toward the provocateurs, who were looking back at him with smirks.

"Please, come inside. His Majesty has been expecting you," the captain said.

"That’s more like it." The man who had thrown the punch sneered before swaggering into the palace with the others.

"Take him for treatment," the captain instructed another guard.

The remaining palace guards remained silent.

They all knew that the Royal Court was no longer in a position to assert its authority.

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