Chapter 14: Spreading Rumors: The Great Plunder of Ten City

Report! The “Bridge of Dawn” has been destroyed. Reign’s voice was dry, tinged with a subtle sorrow.

That bridge was the most crucial large-scale wormhole gateway leading to the outskirts of Sky City, one of Crane Wind’s early masterpieces.

His gaze swept over the final images transmitted by the sensors—the star gate spanning several light-years, dazzling like a crystal artwork, silently shattering under the white light.

He fell silent for a few seconds before his cold voice broke the stillness: “Record coordinates. Adjust course. Target: Sky City outskirts, S7 jump point. Entire fleet, enter silent running.”

Not detonating it meant the Angel’s pursuit fleet would latch onto them like a festering sore, closing in at a speed far beyond their own.

But detonating it would sever the fastest route of pursuit, cut off any possible retreat, and more painfully, sever the fragile last ties to the civilization that had been born, nurtured, and fought for with blood over ten thousand years.

The cost was heavy, but for the sake of the spark, there was no other choice.

Sky City · Outer Starport

When the battered fleet, like a weary migration of star beasts, slowly entered the defensive perimeter of Sky City, it was already the deep night of the eleventh day (according to Angel civilization standard time).

Once prosperous and radiant, hailed as the “heart of the Angel civilization,” the Sky City star domain was now shrouded in an eerie silence and panic.

News of the Furious Sea’s crushing defeat, Hua Ye’s capture, and the collapse of the Celestial Palace’s order had already spread through the barely intact civilian communication networks like a plague.

Panic was spreading; order was crumbling. The thirty thousand garrison troops left behind—mostly second-line recruits—were anxious and unsettled, and the vast civilian population was descending into apocalyptic chaos.

The massive, battle-scarred, and menacing shadow of Crane Wind’s fleet appearing at the outskirts only intensified this panic.

Countless civilian ships fled like frightened schools of fish.

The remaining defense fleet stood as if facing a formidable enemy; the glow of charged energy weapons formed a vigilant sea of stars in the sky, and communication channels buzzed with tense, chaotic queries and warnings.

Inside the bridge of the Bright Light, Crane Wind ignored the chaos and warnings outside. Time was their most precious yet scarcest resource.

“Reign, activate the highest clearance identification code. Connect to the Sky City defense main network and the garrison command chain.”

Crane Wind’s voice was like an ice pick, piercing the oppressive atmosphere of the bridge. “Announce to the entire city: I, Crane Wind, Second Legion Commander of the Celestial Palace Group, temporary Supreme Commander of the Angel civilization, have arrived at Sky City!”

“Announcement: General Kesha’s angelic army is advancing at full speed!”

“Target—massacre the city! Starburst! Annihilation Nebula!”

Crane Wind’s voice boomed through the highest clearance channels like the tolling bell of doomsday, instantly echoing across all official and civilian communication lines in Sky City, penetrating every Angel civilian and garrison soldier’s ears with crystal clarity.

“Why?!” His voice carried a deep, insight-driven sorrow and incitement. “Because her father, Duke Hoffman, was publicly executed by the Celestial Palace’s order at Angel Square!”

“She sees the entire Sky City as accomplices!”

“All residents as lackeys!”

“She will cleanse Sky City with blood! Using your blood and the destruction of this planet to honor her father!”

“To proclaim the arrival of her so-called ‘New Order’!”

“Remember Hua Ye’s brutality! Remember Sumari’s slaughter! Kesha’s revenge will be even fiercer! Even more merciless! She will spare no one! Your wealth! Your homes! Your loved ones! Even yourselves! All will turn to ashes under this so-called ‘righteous’ judgment!”

This was not the truth—Kesha never committed mass slaughter—but it was the most logical and terror-inducing “truth” to ignite grassroots panic.

Crane Wind understood well that mere orders would not coax the massive population of Sky City to follow him obediently. Only the most primal survival fear could drive this enormous and chaotic machine.

“Want to live?!” Crane Wind’s voice suddenly rose, imbued with an undeniable guiding force. “The only way out is to follow me! Follow the temporary Supreme Commander! Leave this soon-to-be hellish grave!”

“All garrison troops! Assemble immediately at the coordinates designated by my unit! Abandon futile resistance! You are the last defense of civilization! Your duty is to protect the civilians! Not to stay here and wait for death!”

“All civilians! Especially able-bodied engineers, teachers, medical workers, and agricultural workers!”

“Bring necessary survival supplies! Proceed immediately to the designated interstellar ports! Board ships! Evacuate! This is your only chance!”

“Repeat! This is not a drill! This is not a request! This is the Supreme Commander’s order! Your only chance to survive! Kesha’s slaughter is on its way!”

Panic exploded instantly, swiftly morphing into a frenzied survival drive.

Massacre?! Starburst?! Annihilation Nebula?!

God!

Run!

“Duke Hoffman… the guillotine at the square… it’s true!”

“Kesha will definitely take revenge!”

“Mom! I’m scared!”

“Hurry! To the assembly point! Board the ships! Leave here!”

Follow General Crane Wind! He is the only hope for survival!

“Brothers of the garrison! Stop hesitating! Protect the civilians’ evacuation!”

The hesitant garrison troops, swayed by the noble banner of “protecting civilians” and their own fear of “massacre,” quickly abandoned resistance and began assembling at the designated coordinates.

The massive tide of civilians surged like a breached dam toward various interstellar ports, scrambling to board any ship that could escape! Fear overwhelmed reason; rumors became the sole “truth.”

“Execute the plan.” Crane Wind watched the chaotic signals of panic and population movement on the star map and issued his cold orders over the communication channel. He needed no explanations, only results.

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