Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1726: Chapter 981: The Real Trump Card

"The true trump card is here." In the secret chamber 300 meters underground in the Military Affairs Department, Galaraldo caressed an altar made of entwined cables. Nine Star Speakers, bound to electrode pillars, were screaming, their spiritual energy continuously polluting the communication frequencies of Robert and various task forces through a conduit possessed by a Jian Qi demon. "When the Regent King gives the order for a full assault..." the spectral image of the Magic Lord of Thousand Changes whispered in his ear, "let the rebellion orders and retreat directives echo on all channels."

Zebert’s decadent revelry reached a climax when Judgment Chief Valken burst into the Secretariat. As the doors were blown open by a thermite bomb, the Prime Minister was pouring Nagor Holy Oil over the original Imperial Charter, with writhing mycelium spawning a forest of flesh and blood on the parchment. "Immortality requires a price, and you don’t even have the right to a deal." Tentacles jutting from Zebert’s spine flung away three stormtroopers, but Valken’s spiritual energy collar suddenly resonated—this was an anti-witchcraft device secretly implanted by Forbidden Army Guardian Officer Gaus. In the moment the Prime Minister was paralyzed, the Silent Sister’s null field descended like a silver net. All the high-ranking officials present at the Secretariat instantly revealed their true forms: thorned vines sprouted from the back of the Treasury Chief, and three drooling mouths split open on the Minister of Internal Affairs’ neck. A purification ceremony turned into a harvest in Nagor’s garden, and the spore cloud released when the nun’s incineration gun melted the vines even corrupted three Interstellar Warriors who were too close.

The deadly drama in orbit unfolded when Robert convened the battle strategy meeting. As the tactical holotable on the Expeditionary Force’s flagship lit up, all transmission nodes simultaneously suffered a reverse by Jian Qi’s curse. Gu Jing’s reinforcement route turned into an attack trajectory against friendly forces, and the lunar base’s live feed was replaced with a diagram of the Terra Imperial Palace’s defense weaknesses. "The Golden Knight Order has betrayed! Immediately bombard the palace coordinates!" The falsified order from Robert echoed on seventy percent of the bridge, while the real retreat codes were sent to the Solar Fleet’s Third Squadron—this uncorrupted force urgently disengaged from formation, only to be suspected of desertion. Mars orbit plunged into chaos, and as eighty escort ships activated by Jianqi runes turned their guns, the pink flames ejected from the engines traced a desecrated eight-pointed star in the vacuum.