On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

three days later.

Lunar Spirit Star Alliance Space Station.

A Soyuz-style silver-white business class spacecraft landed in the military docking area according to standard procedures, and the gangway automatically extended down.

Following closely behind it was an ordinary civilian spaceship with no Alliance markings on its hull, which should not have been allowed to enter the military docking area.

Just as several ground crew members were about to step forward to drive them away, a figure wearing an enforcement officer badge strode down from the official spaceship, waved to them, and signaled them to let him pass.

The ground crew members exchanged glances, recognized the person, and promptly stepped aside.

Tangwood led Milon off the spaceship, putting an arm around Milon's shoulder in a friendly manner, like old friends reunited after a long separation.

Milon felt a little embarrassed by his advances, but he didn't pull away.

He had experienced this man's enthusiasm several times before, and he couldn't refuse him no matter what.

The two met in a rather simple way. During a recent raid, Tangwood's law enforcement team and Milon happened to be chasing the same black-flag pirate ship. With their goals aligned, they temporarily joined forces for a coordinated operation.

After the battle, Tangwood learned that Milon was coming to Moon Spirit Star, so he offered to give him a ride.

Anyway, he was going to Moon Spirit Star to handle some official business, so it was just a convenient stop along the way.

"Commander Tang, thank you for coming in earlier." After entering the airport terminal, Mi Long finally found an opportunity to express his gratitude, his tone somewhat hesitant.

Although he is now the second-generation Milon and has some fame, he still unconsciously restrains himself a bit when facing an official figure of the Alliance Enforcement Officer level.

"We're like family, no need to be so polite. Go find the person you're looking for, I have something to do, I'm leaving now." Tang Wood patted his shoulder, turned around and strode towards the administrative district.

Milon watched Tangwood's departing figure, feeling somewhat flattered.

He hadn't known Donwood for long, but Donwood had been exceptionally warm towards him from their first meeting.

Milon attributed this to Downwood's naturally outgoing personality and didn't think much of it.

But Donwood didn't think so.

His relationship with Milon was far deeper than Milon realized.

That was a long time ago.

At the time, Donwood was a senior law enforcement officer of the Interstellar Alliance, and he was ordered to lead a fleet to the Black Ro system to drive out the Black Flag Pirates who were entrenched there.

The battle was fraught with misfortune from the very beginning, and in the most crucial battle, his luck ran out.

The sieve was shaken three times, and all three times it showed a single point.

Just a little bit, only a little bit.

On the battlefield of the Black Luo Star System, the number rolled on the dice directly affects the multiplier of combat power. Rolling a single point is equivalent to locking one's combat power at the lowest level.

He failed to defeat the Black Flag Pirates' high command and was instead captured alive, tied up, and imprisoned on the pirates' flagship, losing all face.

That was the darkest day of his life. He went from a high-ranking law enforcement officer to a prisoner, and even his opponents didn't bother to give him a second glance.

Later, Milon arrived.

The kung fu superstar on screen piloted a small spaceship alone into the heart of the Black Flagship team's territory and rescued him.

For Tangwood at that time, it was like sending charcoal in snowy weather; even the act of saving his life could not be described as a blessing.

Milon not only saved him, but also helped him drive away the main Black Flag fleet, allowing him to finish the remaining mission.

Although the mission was eventually completed, Tangwood lost too many ships and troops in that battle. After returning to the Alliance, he was demoted several ranks from senior law enforcement officer to junior law enforcement officer by the military law department.

His career never truly recovered after that, but compared to dying at the hands of the Black Flag pirates, being demoted was already a much better outcome.

Even after he learned that Milon was just an ordinary person putting on an act, that all his kung fu was special effects and stunt doubles, and that the scene of defeating the Black Flag executives was nothing but a bluff.

He has never changed his opinion of Milon.

For him, regardless of whether the means were real or fake, the fact that Milon saved him was real.

This kindness will not be diminished by the revelation of the truth.

Downwood walked down the spacious corridor of the airport, muttering to himself:

"It's a pity that Milon is still dead. I hope that the second Milon who inherits his will can live a good life."

"If you can master the Eight Extremes Heaven, your strength is far greater than mine."

"Not long ago, it seems that the Eight Extremes Star was sealed off, and no one will be able to learn the Eight Extremes Heaven by traversing the eight planets anymore..."

He didn't stop walking, passing through one automatic sensor door after another, heading deeper into the administrative district.

Several passing Alliance soldiers recognized him and immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Commander Tang!"

"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Tang Wood snapped out of his reverie, waved casually, and continued walking forward without stopping.

The League and Galaxy Eye are now at war.

The previous disputes were merely the fuse; they hadn't yet escalated to the point of full-blown conflict.

The bus jail incident became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Alliance's Supreme Council passed a declaration of war overnight, officially declaring war on the Galaxy Eye.

Overnight, the name Galaxy Eye, which once inspired countless people to rage but dare not speak out, was dragged from the gray area into the vortex of all-out war.

All Alliance garrisons across all star systems simultaneously entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and the distribution and strongholds of the Galaxy Eye in various star systems were eliminated one by one.

Under orders from Galactic Governor Northwind, Downwood was appointed head of the Galactic Operations Group, responsible for forming a special operations team composed of Free Men.

The squad is not part of the Alliance's regular military organization, is not bound by conventional military regulations, and possesses the highest level of operational autonomy.

The sole objective is to eliminate all remaining forces of the Galactic Eye within the Milky Way galaxy.

Previously, the League turned a blind eye to Galaxy Eyes' actions, ignoring any fighting or violence as long as they didn't touch the League's core interests.

Things are different now. Since the facade has already been torn apart, let's tear it all the way through.

Donwood was also having a headache with this squad.

Building such a team is no easy task.

Most free spirits are solitary and unwilling to be incorporated into any organization, much less bound by the discipline and rules of an alliance.

Tangwood has traveled to many places during this period. There are quite a few people willing to join, but their strengths vary. There are very few top-tier free agents who can truly serve as core combat forces.

He went through the list of candidates in his mind and suddenly thought of someone.

Perhaps she could give it a try.

Xiaomi.

He had glimpsed this instructor's combat record by chance while reviewing personnel files. All his assessment indicators were top-notch, with excellent scores in combat, tactics, and command. The success rate of the recruits he trained was among the highest in all training bases in the alliance.

He is also a free agent.

The ability code name is: All Things in the Universe.

The description in the file wasn't lengthy, but every word was heavy and weighty.

Unlike ordinary wood-type ability users, her abilities are more refined and varied.

Every plant and tree is a potential enemy, its changes unpredictable, capable of giving rise to countless trees.