The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

Chapter 125 Mutual Calculations Between Civilizations

After clearing out the Ironbloods on the periphery, Dirk's revolutionary army advanced rapidly along the shortest route.

The two Eclipses, bearing the brunt of the attack, charged into the camp with their abnormal regenerative abilities and wreaked havoc!

The two beasts were born killing machines; with a tear of their claws, their iron-blooded bone armor cracked; with a sweep of their tail whips, flesh and blood flew everywhere... instantly disrupting the rhythm of the camp.

Varok was dumbfounded when he saw the chaotic scene. He had just been analyzing the data of the Erosion with his old subordinates.

Before they could even go find Shi Sha, the other party came looking for them first?

Speaking of which... are there other erosion spirits nearby?!

Before he could sort out his thoughts, the sounds of laser guns and explosions came from outside.

The revolutionary army, which arrived later, launched a surprise attack on the spot, catching Ironblood completely off guard!

Seeing that the situation was dire, some clan warriors tried to rush towards the hunter ships at the edge of the camp to turn the tide of the battle.

But the battlefield was only so big, and the revolutionary army didn't give them any chance to engage in gunfire or artillery barrages, immediately cutting off their retreat.

In the midst of a desperate struggle, Dirk charged alone through the chaos of battle towards Varok.

The moment their eyes met, without any further maneuvering, they simultaneously launched their attacks.

The crisp sound of clashing weapons drowned out the gunfire on the battlefield. Varok, a veteran warrior with a tough and ruthless style, aimed every blow at Dirk's vital points.

Dirk, who had fought his way out of countless life-or-death situations, was even more ruthless, faster, and more decisive than him, with every move carrying the fierce courage of fighting to the death.

No matter how much experience veteran Ironblood has, without the influence of technology, the limits of an individual race are limited.

In just a few dozen moves, they exchanged blows.

Varok was ultimately no match for the deadly sharpness honed in the hellish purgatory. His movements gradually fell behind Dirk's pace, and Dirk seized a moment of opening, severing his head with the ion blade.

Hot, green blood splattered across the battlefield. Dirk held Varok's head high with one hand, standing amidst the smoke and fire.

The moment the deafening cheers and jubilation erupted, the last vestige of fighting spirit of the remaining elite Predator warriors completely collapsed.

It was originally a civil war between the same people, so surrendering was not a disgrace. Moreover, since they could control the Erosion Fiend, they did not consider this surprise attack a disgrace.

On the contrary, after seeing the friendly interaction between Shi Sha and Dirk, a kind of fervor ignited in their eyes.

Perhaps the other side really could become the new king of the Iron-Blooded Civilization!

Lu Qianwei didn't quite understand the Ironblood's thought process, but the existence of the Corruptor did earn Dirk a lot of prestige.

There are advantages to admiring strength, right?

Leaving the Erosion Aura for Decker as a halo, Lu Qianwei didn't linger any longer and led the Allied Forces back to the secret camp.

After harvesting the remaining Predators on Gina and handing them over to Dirk, it was time for him to contact extraterrestrial civilizations to put pressure on Wakanda's flagship.

Civil wars between races have historically been more likely to bring about regime change than external conflicts.

Without external enemies, internal conflicts never reach complete annihilation; betting on the situation and choosing the strongest option is a common practice for any race.

People who waver between two sides and bet on both sides will never disappear.

What the Yetgar leadership is thinking in the future remains unknown, but after watching the video footage of Dirk killing Varok and winning over the remaining Predators with his personal charisma, the Krosorn civilization...

Krex had already seen the other party's potential.

Now it's time to make a statement and stand up for Dirk.

After all, their emperor was indeed interested in the concept of the 'Interstellar Federation' and its communication platform.

The Milky Way is vast and boundless, and civilizations are separated by great distances.

After all, those who get too close will either be destroyed by the other side or go far beyond the Star Shield.

Although the various civilizations maintained contact through trade routes, exchanging minerals and resources, most civilizations preferred to remain in a remote corner of the world.

It's rare to see everyone gathered on Gina Star for the sake of racial salvation, especially with the variable of Dirk and the leadership of humanity.

This rare opportunity has led to the subtle formation of an alliance among various civilizations...

Unless the arriving civilization is a fool, it won't just pack up and leave in the current situation.

"Go, order the outer flagship to cause some friction." Kreix looked at Yetga's tense warship formation, a cold smile flashing across his emerald compound eyes.

He believed that as long as he could control the losses from small-scale skirmishes, Wakanda wouldn't dare to launch a full-scale war.

Not long ago, he learned about the current situation of the Yetgar clan from other sources.

Combined with the strong sense of honor in the hearts of the Ironblood civilization, Krex was certain that the other party would not stoop to seeking help from other Ironblood clans.

At least before things get really bad...

Observe the frigates, escort boats, and fighter jets on the star map as they break away from the main formation.

They repeatedly patrolled and provoked the Ironblood defenses at a safe distance, cutting off the Jetgar clan's opportunities to send support to the ground.

Although Wakanda did not immediately understand the intentions of the Crothon civilization, no Predator would tolerate such provocation.

The instant he gave the order to counterattack, an equal number of Ironblood warships charged forward, engaging the Crothon civilization fleet in a fierce aerial exchange of fire.

As streaks of crimson and emerald energy intertwined in the void, creating a dazzling display of light and mist, the energy shield exploded, filling the sky with a cloud of light and mist.

The radical Ironblood pilots rammed their assault boats into the Crothon civilization's escort ship, sending metal fragments flying, and began a boarding and fighting battle.

A brief but fierce skirmish ensued.

On the other side, the Serlin Federation's silver-white ice-crystal warships and the Morgo clan's bio-ships understood each other perfectly and also dispatched several escort fleets to join the battle.

Nobody's a fool. This seemingly insignificant little friction has long since become a potential opportunity for the interstellar alliance to create achievements and demonstrate its responsibility in the future.

This way, they can make their presence felt in front of other civilizations and lay the groundwork for seizing the right to speak and a core position in the soon-to-be-formed alliance.

Shortly after the interstellar friction began, a series of unfamiliar warship signals lit up in the Gina system.

Several interstellar civilization fleets that had not yet appeared were currently observing silently from a safe distance.

Most of these civilizations had just arrived in the Gina system and, having not yet grasped the situation, naturally dared not act rashly.

However, after a few simple exchanges of encrypted information, many representatives of civilizations developed a strong interest in the idea of ​​an interstellar federation.

Some family members with decision-making authority considered the potential benefits and immediately adjusted their course to align with the Crothon fleet, forming a defensive and offensive posture.

Others, unable to make a decision at the moment, sent urgent communications to their home planet in a state of observation or anxiety, awaiting instructions from higher authorities.

At the same time, they observed and analyzed the combat strength of Ironblood and the Allied Forces, while secretly assessing the potential of Dirk and the New Alliance.

Prepare to find the most advantageous position to place your bet in this upheaval that is sweeping across the galaxy.

Chapter 126 The Next World

Krosorn and other alien civilizations prolonged the war through minor skirmishes, buying Dirk time to grow.

Inside the council chamber of the Fortress of Beacon Fire.

Watching all sorts of alien flagships and explosion scenes.

Li Wenxuan spoke first: "Their involvement is enough to prove that most alien civilizations are very interested in the idea of ​​an 'interstellar federation'."

"It's more than just being interested. The civilizations here have all reached technological bottlenecks to varying degrees, or experienced changes and turning points that led to the decline and loss of their civilizations."

"There are many companies like Ironblood that haven't made any technological breakthroughs for tens of thousands of years."

"They're quite interested in opportunities for technical exchange," Lu Qianwei said lazily.

With its equipment, the Ironblood 'Little Tyrant' could dominate the galaxy for so long; it could easily figure out the general outline of other civilizations with just a little push.

After all, this is just a universe derived from the movie world.

In reality, even high technology can be harmed by humans, which is enough to prove that technology is either misguided or stuck.

"The majority of intelligent races in the Ironblood universe are insectoid, and those like us humans... are only the Engineers and the human civilization they created."

Even as Bai Yuekui said this, he still found it hard to believe that the humans in this world were not born naturally.

"In any case, the emergence of the Interstellar Alliance is only a matter of time," Lu Yue concluded.

Then, looking at everyone, he said, "So, with our current strength, what can we offer to secure a place for ourselves?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, bewildered, and knew perfectly well that they didn't have much valuable currency to offer.

Powered armor and miniature nuclear power might still be presentable features.

However, in the grand scheme of the vast interstellar space, these achievements are at best small-scale transactions in the field of light weapons, far from enough to support them in occupying a truly pivotal position in the interstellar alliance.

As for the time portal, no one even considered it.

If you don't have the strength to defend it, you'd have to be out of your mind to do something like this.

Seeing that the group couldn't reach a conclusion after discussing it for a while, Lu Qianwei stood up and said, "Then let's try our luck."

"Let's see if there are any hidden gems in other parts of the world that we can scavenge!"

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The night was as dark as ink, and the salty sea breeze, carrying a chill, swept across a remote, abandoned dock in the Port of Long Beach, Los Angeles.

The rusty containers, stacked like a maze, cast distorted shadows in the dim, swaying light.

The two groups of people faced off silently in the shadows.

On one side were several burly white men in leather jackets with sinister expressions. The leader was a bald man with a scar on his face and fierce eyes.

On the other side were several Latinos wearing flashy shirts, with the bearded man in the lead appearing more cautious.

Two trucks were parked in the middle of the open space, their rear ends facing each other, and the air was thick with tension and the smell of cheap tobacco.

Both sides were on edge, their fingers resting lightly on the bulges at their waists, their eyes scanning each other warily and the surrounding dark corners.

"Where's the merchandise?" The scarred bald man's voice was deep and carried an unquestionable tone.

The bearded man tilted his head behind him, and one of his men immediately opened the back door of the van, revealing neatly stacked cardboard boxes inside.

He casually tore open a cardboard box and pulled out a bottle labeled with a well-known whiskey brand. The label was beautifully printed and the seal was meticulous.

"Not bad!" The bald man nodded in satisfaction, took the bottle, skillfully opened the cap, and with a light twist, poured the amber-colored liquid into the glass in front of him and gently swirled it.

The bearded man chuckled smugly, "Our newly developed process guarantees a smooth taste and will never leave bar patrons feeling that something is 'off'."