As if to affirm Gu Xichen's words, two more massive bursts of fire erupted from the stands. A dozen or so Multi- Federation soldiers, brave and fierce, detonated the explosive packs strapped to their bodies, taking nearly a thousand Yafik soldiers down with them in mutual destruction. The venue descended into chaos, splattered everywhere with blood and gore. Hundreds of the luckily surviving envoys huddled in the corners of the hall, their faces drained of color, guarded closely by a throng of security personnel.

"It is time for this to end!" Fu Yaming nodded.

"Go settle all this, Your Highness, the valiant warrior!" Gu Xichen squinted and chuckled, "This is the perfect moment for you to leave a lasting impression on the hearts of your people!"

"Don't you dare try to mock me!" Xiao Yaming shot Gu Xichen a fierce glare. "Don't you dare play tricks on me like you just did!" She was still deeply mortified by her previous frantic, almost manic gesticulations; the sight of herself had been utterly undignified. Thankfully, the chaos had drawn attention elsewhere, or Fu Yaming would have been blushing scarlet with shame long ago.

"Absolutely not!" Gu Xichen took several steps back and immediately plunged into the fray with Zhao Yi and the others, all clad in combat gear.

Zhao Yi and his companions had already emptied every last round of ammunition in just a few short minutes. They had slain at least sixty thousand Yafik soldiers, and nearly eight hundred of the two thousand foreign envoys had also fallen to their hands. Seeing Gu Xichen retreating toward their position, they instantly tossed aside their empty firearms and drew the heavy, weighty Golden Battle Blades favored by the Multi- Federation soldiers, lunging toward Gu Xichen.

The bare-handed Gu Xichen tangled with the group of burly men led by Zhao Yi. Countless flashes of blade light crisscrossed around him; several times the edge of a blade narrowly shaved past his neck, yet not a single strand of his hair was touched. He clenched his fists and began pummeling Zhao Yi and the others as if they were mere punching bags. Every so often, two or three sturdy bodies were sent flying by his heavy blows.

Ever since the first gunshot, Peng Hua had... ahh!—screamed and collapsed onto the ground. Lying there, he watched the slaughter unfolding in the hall with his head cocked sideways, showing no inclination whatsoever to join the fight.

Feifei, however, seemed to possess a distinct killing intent this time. She stood rooted to the spot, and anyone who dared to approach within one step was immediately met by a whistling streak of cyan lightning. Accompanied by dull roars of thunder, the scene gained over twenty scorched, twitching human bodies before no one dared approach this... little harbinger of doom again. Utterly bored, Feifei wiggled her ten fingers, then idly looked up at the clear blue sky and sighed, "Xiao, what are you doing? Are you really helping these bastards fix their spaceship?"

Similar to Yu Penghua, as soon as the shooting started, Yu Peng Hua cleverly threw himself to the ground. He waited until the gunfire gradually subsided—and a significant portion of the Multi- Federation soldiers had self-destructed—before Linghu, round and chubby, looking utterly honest, reliable, and dependable, slowly got up from the ground. Like a plump groundhog, he scurried over to the headless corpse of Prince Daogen and snatched up the prince's dazzling, radiant crown.

Weaving expertly through the agile crowds, Linghu soon reached the cluster of foreign envoys.

Clang, clatter, crash, at least twenty gun barrels and thirty strange-looking blades and swords pressed against Linghu’s body. Linghu immediately let out a high-pitched shriek, "Esteemed sirs, I am Her Highness the Princess's personal steward! I am here to escort you away from this dangerous place! Heavens, oh heavens, the Multi- Federation was the Prince’s ally; how could they commit such an act? But regardless, our Princess will absolutely guarantee the safety of every one of you!"

Fewer than five hundred envoys remained. They looked at Linghu with surprise and joy, suddenly recognizing the plump fellow who had indeed entered the hall with Xiao Yaming earlier. "Yay..." Accompanied by happy laughter, the envoys began applauding and cheering, bending over cautiously to follow Linghu toward the nearest exit passage.

While running, Linghu waved the crown in his hand, pointing at the Yafik soldiers standing stunned on the stands, shouting at them, "You bunch of scoundrels! What are you still standing there for? Her Highness the Princess is now the sole heir to the Kingdom! According to Kingdom law, Her Highness has automatically become the Queen! You good-for-nothings, hurry up and protect Her Majesty!"

The Yafik soldiers were a flock of sheep, but the advantage of a flock is conformity. As long as there was a lead sheep, these sheep would obediently follow where the leader ran.

The storm-like assault had killed ninety-nine percent of the officers present. The remaining soldiers, though staunch loyalists of Prince Daogen, could not shake off the inherent sheep-like nature typical of Yafik soldiers. Linghu's tirade suddenly gave these soldiers a direction for their future endeavors, a path they should strive toward, like the guiding star in the night illuminating their way forward.

The previously listless and bewildered soldiers suddenly came alive, shouting excitedly like they had been injected with adrenaline, brandishing their weapons and charging toward the Multi- Federation soldiers led by Binker. Still hundreds of meters away from the enemy, nearly ten thousand Yafik soldiers raised their firearms and pulled their triggers.

The hail of bullets roared, and some Yafik soldiers even deployed heavy weaponry like personal particle cannons. Various beams of light swept across the venue; in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred Multi- Federation soldiers vanished without a trace in the rain of light, their cries cut short. The destructive power of high-energy weapons was immense; how could ordinary infantry withstand the barrage of laser beams? Look at those unfortunate Multi- Federation soldiers—their bodies exploded amidst the light rain, and perhaps due to some special components in their combat suits, a faint purple mist sprayed out where their bodies had been.

In the time it took to blink, the high-spirited Yafik soldiers had nearly wiped out the attacking Multi- Federation troops. By this point, Xiao Yaming had barely managed to raise her glittering golden left hand: "People of Yafik, for Yafik, strike back! Strike back!"

A massive wave of Yafik soldiers charged forward. Several sycophantic officers eagerly positioned themselves in front of Xiao Yaming, crying out urgently yet protectively, "Your Majesty, please stand behind us! Those despicable Multi- people can only reach you by stepping over our corpses!" These officers puffed out their chests, drew their light swords, and formed a dense human wall before Fu Yaming.

Xiao Yaming felt tremendously frustrated; there was absolutely no sense of accomplishment. She was so angry she wanted to draw her bronze sword and cut down everyone in front of her.

No, I mustn't be angry. I am the Queen now. I am the Queen now.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yaming gave a loud order: "Protect the envoys of all nations! They must not suffer any further harm! Despicable Multi- Federation, I will not let this go!"

Due to the venue's special communication system, Fu Yaming's command spread throughout the hall. The envoys who were secretly slipping away were incredibly moved. Queen Fu Yaming was truly a good person; at this critical juncture, she was still thinking of protecting the envoys of all nations—she was simply too lovable! Damn the Multi- Federation; just you wait, how dare you violate Star Alliance diplomatic rules and lay hands on the envoys of all nations! You are finished, completely finished! Two thousand allied nations, one mouthful of spit each, and they'll drown you!

The envoys failed to notice that among the remaining Multi- Federation soldiers—though ninety-nine percent had been annihilated—one person had miraculously survived the hail of gunfire completely unscathed, waiting for them!

Binker, the highest military official of the Multi- Federation on Yafik Star, stood quietly at the entrance of an exit passage, waiting for the envoys who were walking right into his trap.

Just as Linghu brought the envoys rushing to the passage entrance, Binker let out a sinister, eerie howl. He tossed aside his firearm, its magazine and energy cell empty, and fiercely drew a specially made alloy battle blade about one and a half meters long.

He wildly raised the long blade and roared to the heavens, "Long live the great Multi- Federation! Even if we fail today, one day our fleet will tread across the entire Spiral Starfield!"

The star domain where the Yafik Kingdom was located was named the Spiral Starfield because two vast nebulae entangled in space to form a spiral shape, extending tens of thousands of light-years. All nations nearby were enveloped by these nebulae. Unifying the Spiral Starfield and consolidating the power of all neighboring countries to establish a top-tier major power within the Star Alliance had been the ultimate pursuit of countless ambitious individuals for millennia.

Binker's shout perfectly deepened the envoys' impression of the Multi- Federation: a cradle of warmongers and ambitious schemers!

The envoys' eyes blazed with fury as they stared at Binker, who was charging toward them, wildly swinging his battle blade.

Tears welled up in Linghu's eyes. He looked back pitifully at the envoys of the nations, and their hearts clenched fiercely. A sudden, inexplicable sharp pain surged into their chests. They felt as if they were seeing a peerlessly enchanting, devastating beauty weeping. They suddenly developed an unprompted affection and delight for the round, chubby Linghu, whose form resembled that of a pig!

"Honorable sirs, you are the most esteemed guests of our Yafik Kingdom! But, the wicked Multi- Federation... No, I cannot allow any harm to come to you!"

Sighing to the heavens, two streams of hot tears rolled down. Linghu ripped off his long robe, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed toward Binker.

"Long live the glorious Yafik Kingdom!" The impassioned slogan stunned the entire venue. As he chanted the slogan, Linghu madly threw himself headfirst into Binker's stomach.

Thud! Binker was knocked backward, falling onto his back. He casually slashed his blade fiercely across Linghu's body, and a fountain of blood immediately spurted halfway into the air. Linghu let out a painful yelp, his body spinning a full 360 degrees in the air, carried by the momentum of the blade's passage. The little figure, so graceful, so moving, so pitifully charming, lay bleeding on the ground.