Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1415: Chapter 805: The Cricket in the Golden Cage (Part 2)

Dream on!

And how many other Magrey elites share similar thoughts? He’s not the only one.

Everyone knows what the Alliance system really is. No matter how they guarantee the existing interests group, it can only be said to reduce losses. Ultimately, they’re bound to overthrow the current order, implement redistribution, and reforms. In any case, power and wealth are being taken away from them. In the future, even the growth dividend of society, they won’t be able to enjoy much. While the Alliance’s rank system offers a decent living standard for higher levels, it is fundamentally different from the current situation, where everything is mine, it’s private.

The power of these opponents is still substantial, and after Kane Alkafon’s declaration against Gu Hang, these individuals naturally rallied around him.

The entire group, in the early stages of the catastrophe, was still quite formidable. United and enterprising, they established a network of about a hundred worlds within the first fifteen years of the disaster.

Communications and navigation—both were connected.

Although not as smoothly as the Alliance, under the current circumstances, it’s already quite commendable.

Yet they paid a steep price in the process. The loss of population was secondary; the shrinkage of wealth was even more heart-wrenching.

To this extent, many in the interest group felt it was enough. They were already quite successful, and it was time to earn well and recover the losses brought by the catastrophe, and the costs of reopening over the past fifteen years.

Even Kane Alkafon himself harbored similar thoughts.

Especially during the process of outward expansion. As the size of the regime grew larger, the costs of expansion skyrocketed, and the challenges became daunting.

Expansion gradually ceased, hedonism and extravagance began to regain prominence.

This phase happened so quickly that it even took people by surprise.

And these trends were even stronger than before the catastrophe.

Daily banquets, grand ceremonies, exquisite buildings, and artworks… if it were just these, it might still be considered normal.

But many abnormal activities, like debauched parties, misuse of psychotropics, pedophilia, homosexuality, group debauchery, sadistic killings for entertainment… these were unacceptable. Even some things more disgusting, breaking the boundaries of humanity, were secretly becoming popular.

It’s said that Kane Alkafon also personally participated in some, evolving later to become a ’big player.’

But all of this was threatened three years ago.

After more than two decades of Dark Side Expedition, the Alliance truly arrived.

The arrival of the Alliance shattered the self-deception throughout the Magrey Cosmos Government: previously, they broadly believed that the Alliance’s goal of saving all Empire Worlds was just boasting. Crossing thousands of worlds, they doubted how long the Alliance would take to arrive—especially after experiencing firsthand how difficult and painful it was to expand outward.

Even if the Alliance truly arrived, who knew when, perhaps hundreds of years later.

But in just around twenty years, the Alliance arrived.

Both sides formally went to war.

But with the current conducts of the Cosmos Government, can they still fight?

They can.

In recent years, among the hundred worlds under the Miting Star authority, the degree of Psychic discovery has significantly increased; the number of mutants infected by Subspace has also significantly increased. The latter was supposed to be dealt with sternly, but after some elites privately ’played’ with them, they claimed these mutants were also trustworthy and recruited many into the military.

The combat power of these mutants was still quite impressive. Coupled with the Spiritual Power Wizards, numbering tens of times the past, in the early stages of the war, they were still able to contend with the Alliance.

Only in the initial phase was this true.

Then, as the Alliance increased their efforts and changed tactics, their end seemed to come closer day by day.

An assembly was once again held on Miting Star amid this backdrop.

“So, what you mean is…” Alkafon’s neck suddenly elongated, the amethyst monitor embedded at his cheekbone flashed a dangerous red light, “was executing General Hawke a mistake?”

The throat of the Minister of Military Affairs rolled: “We just worry that executing the best Fleet Commander might shake…”

“Shake what? Shake the efficiency of the maggots feasting on the rot?” Alkafon suddenly pulled open the curtain, revealing a face marked by purple veins—a side effect of long-term injections of some high-quality drug. He stepped barefoot over the back of the kneeling Finance Minister, his spine lined with connectivity ports thrusting like a centipede under his silk robe.

Another minister crawled forward to present a data pad: “Over the past three months, the speed of border star systems’ fall has quickened by 37%, the Royal Fleet needs…”

“Needs purer loyalty!” Alkafon kicked and shattered the data pad, sharp fragments slicing the minister’s cheek, “just like the truth I discovered while purifying the kitchen last month—when 98% of common ingredients are removed, the stew of a maiden’s heart and liver reveals its true flavor.”

The dome of the hall suddenly emitted a muffled sound, a few specks of gold dust fell on the carefully maintained wig of the Minister of Etiquette. Everyone tacitly ignored the rhythmic tremors that had persisted for four months—it was the aftermath of orbital defense platforms being bombarded.

Four months ago, there were already small-scale Alliance fleets infiltrating the Miting Star System occasionally taking a shot at the orbital defense system.

“Perhaps we could consider contacting the Regulatory Committee…” The young Secretary of Foreign Affairs was interrupted just as he spoke.

“Contact?” Alkafon suddenly chuckled, pulling a barbed silver comb from a hidden compartment in the Throne, and began crazily combing his tangled hair, “Do you know what happened in the execution room yesterday? That supposed envoy of Gu Hang’s intestines reassembled into an art piece in a strong magnetic field!”

“In fact, the people’s loyalty…” The Civil Affairs Minister just activated a holographic projection and was pinned to the wall by the Head with a silver comb through his hand.

“Loyalty? Let me see!” Alkafon plugged a nerve connection port into the Civil Affairs Minister’s eye socket, and the blood-stained holographic images instantly filled the hall—a blood mass was being held at the lower levels of some Nest Capital, mutated followers carved excerpts of the “Letter to Fellow Disaster Victims” with bone spurs on the wall.

“Is this what you call loyalty?!” He gripped the Civil Affairs Minister’s skull, his purple nails extended, slowly penetrating different organs at its top and inserting into their brain.

The intense pain elicited a scream from the other party, but to Alkafon’s ears, it sounded like a sublime melody.

…

Suddenly, all the images simultaneously flickered blue.

When twelve bolts of lightning slashed through the meeting hall’s explosion-proof doors, the wig of the Minister of Etiquette was still burning. The Terminator Armor of the Ghost Shark Battle Group’s seventh company crushed the desks of black jade tiles, the growling shark emblem on the shoulder pads still bore the brain matter of the orbit defense army.

“Marshal Yan Fangxu sends greetings to all.” The voice of Battle Group Leader Rein shook loose the last piece of gold foil, with a gentle lift of the Power Spear, the pearl curtain on the Throne shattered into powder.

The Minister of Military Affairs suddenly lunged toward the hidden weapon vault but was incinerated into charcoal by the ion shield. The Minister of Internal Affairs attempted to initiate the self-destruct program of the electronic shackles only to find all permissions rewritten under Article 114 of the “Dark Side of the Empire Control Clause.”

“According to the Special Wartime Act, you have the right to remain silent.” Rein stepped on the Head’s wrist as he tried to reach for the hidden compartment, glancing at the necrotic injection hole on his neck, “The medical team will prioritize treating your cyber psychosis—after the loyalty audit by the Tribunal is complete.”

The Star Domain Head suddenly laughed manically, tearing open his robe to reveal the Chaos mark on his chest: “You’ve arrived too late! As early as twenty years ago, when the seventh star system fell, I already…”