Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1173: War Spoils and New Strategies

Chapter 1173: War Spoils and New Strategies

"With Zesch dead, should we look for another alien faction to work with?"

Everyone turned toward their leader, whose face was dark and imposing.

His aura was so heavy that no one dared to speak further.

"There’s no time for that. I’ve received word—the aliens’ grand war is about to begin."

"Boss, what should we do now?" one of the subordinates asked.

The pirate leader pondered for a moment before saying, "For now, we can only secure an agreement with the royal family. We won’t deal with the aliens for the time being. Has the royal family responded yet?"

A subordinate sneered, "They seem unhappy about our sudden price increase."

"They’re in no position to negotiate with us anymore. If they don’t agree, they can just wait for their country to be destroyed."

The pirates burst into arrogant laughter.

Once upon a time, they were nothing more than rats, scurrying away at the mere sight of the Imperial Army.

But now?

The Empire would never waste its resources fighting them in a petty internal struggle.

They could now walk freely on Planet Veloxia, enter and exit the royal palace as they pleased, and even beat the palace guards to the point of spitting blood—yet no one dared to stop them.

This reversal of power thrilled them to no end.

No wonder so many people loved being soldiers and officials.

The feeling of being feared and respected was simply intoxicating.

Just then, a subordinate rushed in with a report.

"The royal family sent people to contact Sable Andalus League this morning—but they completely ignored us."

"Damn it! What is the royal family trying to pull? Has the Emperor lost his mind? He actually only made contact with Sable Andalus League?"

The pirates, who had just been basking in their daydreams, immediately exploded in curses.

The pirate leader’s face darkened. "It seems the royal family is trying to put us in our place. They know we’ve been dealing with the aliens, so they deliberately chose to negotiate only with Sable Andalus League."

"Boss, if the royal family is trying to disrespect us, we need to teach that old fool Emperor a lesson!"

"Yeah! Our Ashen Djinn Brotherhood isn’t to be trifled with! Let’s blow up their palace!"

A chorus of voices rose in agreement.

"Then let’s do it," the pirate leader said with a cold smirk. "But let’s start small—blow up just one building first. We’ll take our time."

Planet Teutonia.

After finishing the tally of their war spoils, Amalia quickly made her way to the conference room to report the results to everyone.

They had captured over 50,000 Cosmorite mechas, though around 40,000 had been damaged—mostly destroyed by the two puppets.

The remaining 10,000 or so were still in decent condition.

The aliens surrendered the moment Zesch was killed.

In addition, they had secured the production line from the alien military base, yielding another 2,000 Cosmorite mechas.

Zesch’s faction wasn’t as powerful as Aelra’s, and it had taken them two months just to manufacture those 2,000 mechas.

Other spoils included a supply of Emberion Cores, alien artillery, particle beam laser rifles, various weapons, five battleship, and over 10,000 alien prisoners.

All in all, it was a highly successful operation.

With these resources, they could now assemble an army of over 10,000 mechas.

The spoils of war were plentiful, but Amalia didn’t take any—there was no use for them.

Major General Rafiq had likely anticipated this and once again expressed his gratitude on behalf of all humanity.

Without delay, he selected over ten thousand elite soldiers and put them into training.

Fortunately, they had planned ahead, knowing that the situation would only improve over time.

They had already made several preparations.

The newly selected soldiers didn’t take long to adapt to the Cosmorite Mecha system.

This was because they had been undergoing rotational training for over a month.

The alien battleships contained a training system that connected to human neural pathways, allowing for simulated training in a virtual network.

The training results were transmitted back through neural feedback, achieving an effect nearly identical to real-world training.

Low-dimensional universes had similar technology, but due to technological limitations, the effects weren’t as pronounced as those developed by the aliens.

Major General Rafiq then made a major decision—he planned to deploy a mecha army to launch a surprise attack on another alien stronghold.

"Time is crucial for us. We can’t afford to wait."

He pointed to a planet on the star map. "This planet is the most important transit hub in the Erythar Star System. Many transport routes pass through here. Ever since the aliens took control, the Empire’s supply lines have been hindered. If we can take this planet, our odds of victory will increase significantly, and the aliens will have a much harder time transporting resources and deploying reinforcements."

"If this planet is so strategically important, the aliens guarding it must be formidable, right?" Amalia glanced at the map.

"Indeed," Major General Rafiq nodded. "This planet is one of Prince Crodore’s key strongholds. He and his main forces aren’t stationed here, but some of his strongest generals are defending it."

"How strong are they?"

Seeing Amalia’s casual demeanor, Major General Rafiq chuckled. "Let’s put it this way—most of Prince Crodore’s conquests in the Erythar Star System were achieved by these people. Based on conservative estimates, this planet has a force of at least one hundred thousand mecha troops, along with several hundred thousand alien warriors. Even with our newly acquired tens of thousands of Cosmorite Mechas, our chances of victory wouldn’t exceed fifty percent."

"So?"

"So we plan to coordinate with the military forces of other planets. Once we take this stronghold, everything else will become much easier."

Amalia pondered for a moment. "I can lend you three beast puppets. Whether you can secure victory or not will depend on yourselves."

"Thank you."

Major General Rafiq was slightly excited.

With those beast puppets assisting them, their chances of success could jump from thirty percent to seventy percent.

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