CHAPTER 832: CHAPTER 136: TURMOIL WITHIN THE MAYFLY RANKS

Mayfly World 245.

"This is betrayal!"

The thought of the King of Mayfly in the Mind Network was like a thunderclap, almost severing the Mind Network.

"We are the Galaxy Mayflies! We are a civilization! You actually want to surrender to the Wizards? Do you plan to become their test subject, or their alchemy materials?"

"Either is fine!"

Another equally fierce thought appeared in the Mind Network.

"Precisely because I am a Galaxy Mayfly, I would rather become a Wizard’s test subject, become their alchemy materials.

As long as the race can continue, can survive, death is nothing to fear, eternal torment is nothing!"

The friend’s response did not make the King of Mayfly ponder; on the contrary, its thoughts grew grander and angrier.

"So you are willing to forsake dignity! Forsake the dignity of being a Galaxy Mayfly, and willingly become a test subject? Experiment materials!

Aluo! Why do you still not understand the Great Mayfly thought of the Supreme Lake!

We are one race, red wings blue wings, black tail white tail, it doesn’t matter. We are one race, we are brothers."

The Great Mayfly theory, a new thought launched by Supreme Lake to compensate for the discrimination conflicts between Mayfly sub-species.

This thought believes that regardless of sub-species, all Galaxy Mayflies are descendants of the most primitive Galaxy Mayflies, and all sub-species are brothers.

Therefore, sub-species should abandon racial distinctions and collaborate to collectively create a beautiful future.

Upon hearing his friend mention the Great Mayfly, the thoughts of the King of Mayfly named Aluo became more intense, like a howling hurricane.

"Great Mayfly! You’re still talking about the Great Mayfly! Don’t you know, those generals on the battlefield have long defecated the Great Mayfly out with their tail filaments!

Sub-species practicing the Great Mayfly on the current battlefield have only one possibility: extinction!"

The Great Mayfly is undoubtedly a correct thought.

Even the Wizards say, although these Mayfly sub-species seem to have distinctive features, in reality, they are of one race.

The Wizards can’t comprehend why just the difference in wing color can divide the Mayflies into two races.

But unfortunately, correctness and acceptance are two different things.

This thought was proposed at the beginning of the war, and during successful campaigns, its implementation was smooth.

The sub-species collaborated with each other, and everything seemed harmonious.

But now, the tides of war have turned.

They are no longer fighting on the Wizard’s territory, but in their homeland.

To avoid extermination, more and more Galaxy Mayflies on the battlefield use other sub-species as scapegoats.

Even the King of Mayfly has to consider the continuation of their race under such circumstances.

After all, you believe in the Great Mayfly theory, but other races may not.

You treat others as brothers, but they treat you as a scapegoat. Even the royal family of the King of Mayfly cannot withstand such consumption.

"Aluo! It’s precisely because there are so many Mayflies like this that we must hold the line. The war’s defeat is only temporary, this is our test.

Only if we melt into one during this adversity will we be able to overcome this hurdle."

The thoughts of the King of Mayfly were earnest and sincere, not wanting to see his friend go astray.

But Aluo’s response was just a piece of data.

"Sabo, my people are down to just thirty million."

This data left the King of Mayfly named Sabo in sudden silence, thirty million sounded like a lot, but for a royal family, this number was far too little.

So small that if any issue arose with the King of Mayfly, the royal family would vanish like words in sand blown away by the wind.

"Sabo, although the Great Mayfly is good, I can no longer see it.

May the Supreme Lake continue to shield you, may the Mayfly Spirit continue to guard your sky."

Aluo’s thoughts carried a decisiveness, continuation is an instinct engraved in the bloodline of Galaxy Mayflies.

Their ancestors never gave up on their race’s continuation despite countless hardships.

Now, he should emulate his ancestors.

World Number: x245.

The Twilight Great Wizard looked at the King of Mayfly who didn’t resist, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.

But soon, that astonishment turned into a smile.

"A wise choice; your race will be continued, I guarantee it with the Sea of Souls."

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Galaxy Great World.

"Shame! It’s a tremendous shame! Confiscate all of this traitor’s territory! Destroy all hatching pools, feed all the eggs to the Hunter Worms!"

In the palace of the Sky Island, the furious buzzing of the Quasi-Emperor was like thunder, causing the surrounding Sky Islands to tremble continuously.

In the palace, the Quasi-Emperor looked at the reporting subordinate, the buzzing loud as a train whistle.

"Tell me everything about how this happened, who he communicated with, what Mayflies he met, tell me everything. I don’t believe that as soon as our war started showing weakness, a King of Mayfly would defect.

Someone must have been instigating them from behind, someone must have been instigating him from behind!"

The subordinate stood up from the ground, a slightly trembling buzz emerging from his mouthparts.

"Subordinate has already investigated, the traitor communicated with a friend before the betrayal, seemingly trying to persuade his friend to betray as well.

But was sternly refused by that King of Mayfly.

Before this, all his actions were flawless."

"Flawless! Are you telling me a King of Mayfly suddenly wanted to throw himself to the Wizards with no cause? Even if he went over, it was to become experiment materials and alchemy materials!"

The roar of the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor caused the standing subordinate to collapse to the ground once more.

He was only a Forth Level King of Mayfly, unable to withstand the pressure of the Quasi-Emperor.

After the roar, the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor calmed his emotions and once again looked at his subordinates with compound eyes.

He had a fiery temper, so he knew that his subordinates dared to report this matter because they must have discovered something.

As expected, after he calmed down, his subordinate stood up from the ground and reported his findings at lightning speed.

"Your Majesty, this King of Mayfly did not rebel on a whim. I investigated his territory and found that the world he defected from was his final territory."

The subordinate did not continue speaking because saying more would be making excuses for this rebellious King of Mayfly.

"His final territory? How could it be his final territory?"

The Mayfly Quasi-Emperor’s antennae suddenly twitched: "The Supreme Lake has issued a decree that all Mayfly Kings who lost their territories can obtain a fallen Mayfly King’s territory from the back.

How could he not have any territory?"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate said, his voice trembling slightly, "Your Majesty, those fallen Mayfly Kings’ territories have already been completely divided among several Royal Family Mayfly Kings."

Royal Family Mayfly Kings?

The Quasi-Emperor’s eyes widened upon hearing this news, and he immediately inquired about the ownership of those empty worlds in the Mind Network.

Soon, the answer from the Secretary Mayfly echoed in his mind.

"Your Majesty, you are correct, of those empty worlds, one hundred seventy-two belong to the Royal Family Kings."

"How could they claim them?" the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor asked in astonishment, "Aren’t the Royal Family Kings’ territories all in the core areas? How could they not have territory?"

"Your Majesty, I’m not sure why this is. But according to my records, these Royal Family Kings do meet the criteria."

The notion of the Secretary Mayfly left the Quasi-Emperor puzzled, but soon his eyes turned sharp.

"Pull up the transaction records of the worlds over this period. Did these Royal Family Kings trade their territories to others before acquiring ownerless lands?"

A moment later, the Secretary Mayfly provided the answer.

"You are correct, these Royal Family Kings did indeed trade their territories to others before acquiring ownerless lands."

Upon hearing the confirmed answer, the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor felt his body fluid rushing into his mental organs, his eyes almost turning green.

"These bastards! These bastards!! I will slaughter them!!!"

The roar of the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor nearly shattered the palace, and his subordinate in front of him had to exert all his strength to barely stabilize his body and avoid being killed by the sound.

But after the roar, the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor had to face a reality.

He didn’t have the power to execute these Royal Family Kings.

It’s not because he lacked strength, but because these Royal Family Kings hailed from the clans of the Four Dominators, holding an immensely revered status among the Galaxy Mayflies.

Even though he was a Quasi-Emperor, he had no authority to deal with these Royal Family Kings.

"Manto, get up."

The Mayfly Quasi-Emperor suddenly used energy to lift his subordinate named Manto from the ground.

"I want to deal with these bastards, do you have any ideas?"

The King of Mayfly, called Manto, trembled as he heard this.

The thing he feared most had come to pass; his superior was not intimidated by the might of the Royal Family but wanted to eliminate these bastards.

Moreover, he was asking for input from a minor figure like him.

Just by the Quasi-Emperor speaking this sentence, if any issue arose with the Quasi-Emperor, he, the minor figure, would undoubtedly face retribution.

The Royal Family wouldn’t bother investigating whether or not he had offered advice; they only needed to know that the Quasi-Emperor targeted them after his report.

"Speak, Manto, can’t you even think of any way?"

The Mayfly Quasi-Emperor looked at Manto, his gaze through compound eyes sharp as arrows.

"Your Majesty, I do have an idea. But before I share it, I have one small request."

"Request? Speak."

Under the pressure of the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor, Manto quickly stated his request.

"Your Majesty, I wish to become your Secretary Mayfly, to go into battle alongside you."

"Hmm?"

The Quasi-Emperor’s compound eyes fixed on Manto, making him feel as if a mountain weighed on his back, and the energy cycle within him became clumsy.

It was unclear how much time passed before the Quasi-Emperor answered his request.

"I agree. Speak your thoughts."

Hearing the agreement, Manto felt a sudden relief in his heart.

Once he becomes the Quasi-Emperor’s Secretary, he could always be at the Quasi-Emperor’s side. Although there is the danger of going to war, being at the back without the Quasi-Emperor is not much safer than the battlefield.

"It’s simple, Your Majesty. We just need to use the most official dispatch order." Manto quickly said.

"Although you have no authority to deal with them, you can use the command power granted to you by the Dominators to transfer these Royal Family Kings to the front lines, repeatedly rejecting their retreat requests.

Since they took those territories, let them diligently serve the Galaxy Mayflies."

Upon hearing this, the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor fell silent for a moment. Undoubtedly, this method was feasible.

But it wasn’t the method he wanted.

He hoped to uphold justice and stem this pernicious trend. Yet this method was merely a power retaliation.

However, before the Dominators returned, did he have other options?

The Mayfly Quasi-Emperor faced a choice: to wield power against these Royals, making them submit to authority, or to bide his time, waiting for the Dominators to return and legally address these Royal Family Kings.

Of course, there is actually a third choice, which is to turn a blind eye.

This betrayal was influenced by the Wizard who infiltrated the King of Mayfly; they need to strengthen their screening efforts.

However, the Quasi-Emperor couldn’t do it.

He was simply a Mayfly who deeply loved the Galaxy Mayflies from the bottom of his heart.

He could not tolerate these scum corrupting the foundation of the Galaxy Mayflies!

"Manto, go prepare the list." The Mayfly Quasi-Emperor said, "We’re starting a major cleanup."