Chapter 1058: What Did We Do Wrong?

The high-ranking Saikexian inside the great hall watched the scene outside through the blasted-open walls and windows.

The palace guard and the outer defensive lines were being destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"No... impossible..."

Ailamande staggered back a step, the light of the Crystal Core on his forehead dimming slightly.

All his schemes, all his forbearance, appeared so pale and ridiculous in the face of absolute power.

Just then, a terrifying pressure shrouded the entire Yongshuang Throne area!

This pressure caused the exchange of fire to stall!

It was seen that above the battlefield, a special gunship, far larger than a standard Thunderhawk Gunship and with Runes and the Double-headed Eagle Emblem engraved on its armor, was slowly descending.

This special gunship hovered at a low altitude a few meters from the ground, and the side hatch opened.

Lion was clad in dark green Power Armor trimmed with gold thread, his long black hair flying in the cold wind of Yongshuang Star.

Lion's gaze pierced through the shattered palace walls, locking onto the pale-faced Ailamande in front of the throne, as well as Li Fengmin, who was being guarded in the center by the Dark Angels.

Lion raised the Power Sword in his hand and swung it forward.

The next moment, all the landed Dark Angels Space Marines erupted with even more fanatical battle cries, launching the final all-out assault toward the palace hall with an unstoppable momentum!

And the Saikexian guards who had originally been besieging Safo's squad, under the terrifying pressure of the Primarch's personal arrival, had their morale collapse, throwing down their weapons and fleeing backward!

General Hanjian roared as he charged at a Dark Angel who had rushed in, only to be blasted away—man and sword together—by a casual strike from the opponent's Power Fist, slamming into the wall, his life or death unknown.

Count Kainuo looked at the Dark Angels army and the terrifyingly oppressive Lion; his last bit of courage dissipated, and he dropped his Spear and slumped to the ground.

"It's over... it's all over..."

Grand Duke Moge had long since passed out.

Ailamande stood alone before his throne, the dark purple Crystal Core on his forehead extinguishing its light.

Sergeant Safo and his squad members also put away their weapons at this time, standing at attention beside Li Fengmin.

Safo looked through his faceplate at the unstoppable legion outside and the Primarch in the sky, his heart filled with awe.

This was the power of the Dark Angels, this was the majesty of a Primarch!

Li Fengmin straightened his somewhat disheveled collar, a smile appearing on his face for the first time in any true sense since arriving on Yongshuang Star.

"It seems the moment of judgment has arrived early, Your Majesty the Frost King."

The mental pressure brought by Lai'en Aier Zhuangsen swept across the entire Yongshuang Star region, reaching deep into the hearts of those ordinary Saikexian people.

For these ordinary Saikexian, most of whom had never directly participated in the conspiracy and were even unaware of the conflict between the Royal Court and the Asura Mission, this day was like the arrival of the apocalypse.

Deep underground in the "Frost Whisper Sanctuary," hundreds of Saikexian civilians and some non-combatants were gathered in a wide ice cavern illuminated by glowing Crystal Cores.

They were anxious and uneasy due to the faint explosions coming from outside, huddling together and whispering prayers for the protection of their ancestors.

Suddenly, a sense of heaviness pressed upon everyone's heart.

An instinctive fear and awe, originating from the depths of the soul, in the face of a higher-level existence.

The sanctuary fell silent; even the youngest Saikexian cubs stopped crying and whimpering, curling up in their mothers' arms, shivering.

An elderly Saikexian woman muttered.

"Bingyuan... Bingyuan is watching... something... terrible... has come..."

The young mother held her child tightly; she could feel the child's small body trembling.

She did not know exactly what had happened outside, but the Royal Court... might have provoked an existence they could not contend with at all.

"Elder... what... what is happening outside?"

A young Saikexian craftsman asked the manager of the sanctuary with a trembling voice.

The elderly Elder opened his mouth, only to shake his head, the light of the blue Crystal Core on his forehead dimming.

He could not receive any news from the Royal Court; only that aura of destruction drawing ever closer made him understand that the Saikexian race might be facing a crisis even more terrifying than the oppression by the Fengqi Star Alliance back then.

Outside the palace, amidst the broken walls and ruins, blue blood froze on the scorched ice surface.

Some Saikexian civilians and low-level attendants who had luckily survived the Thunderhawk's sweep were fleeing from their hiding places in terror.

"Run! Go to the lower ice tunnels!"

"Mom! Mom, where are you?!"

"Don't look back! Those tin cans... they kill everyone they see!"

A Tactical Squad of Dark Angels was advancing steadily in a standard clearing formation, searching for any remaining resistance.

At the corner of a half-collapsed ice crystal corridor, three Saikexian civilians—a father with his young children—collided head-on with this squad of Dark Angels.

The father instinctively shielded his children behind him and raised his hands high, pleading.

"No... don't kill us! We surrender! We are just civilians! We have no weapons! We are willing to submit! Please! Spare my children!"

His son, a young Saikexian with still-childish features on his face, also mimicked his father's gesture, raising his hands and repeating with a sob.

"Submit... we submit... don't kill us..."

The young daughter was even more terrified, trembling all over, clutching her father's fur and sobbing softly.

On the squad leader Sergeant's tactical display, the life signs of these three Alien Saikexian appeared.

Having received no orders regarding accepting surrender, his task was only one.

Purge the target area, clear all Alien existence.

"The Alien is sin."

The Sergeant's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Purge."

"No!!!"

The father used his body to completely shield his children.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three short and powerful Bolter shots rang out.

The bolter rounds tore through the body of the Saikeshan father, piercing the child behind him.

The sounds of pleading and crying came to an abrupt halt.

Three broken corpses, flowing with blue blood, fell upon the ruins, the father's wide-open eyes still frozen with his final despair.

Until his death, he did not understand why they had already signaled their submission and abandoned resistance, yet still met with ruthless destruction.

They only wanted to survive, to live on this ice field where their ancestors had lived; what was wrong with that?

Similar scenes were constantly playing out in the various ruins and corridors of the Yongshuang palace.

Whether it was servants kneeling to beg for mercy, craftsmen trying to hide under broken furniture, or even the wounded unable to move due to their injuries, as long as they were discovered by the advancing Dark Angels, they were met with Bolters or Chainswords.

"Why... what did we do wrong..."

A Saikeshan old craftsman, whose abdomen had been pierced by ice crystal shards and who was unable to move, looked at the Dark Angel walking toward him and used his last bit of strength to pose the question.

The Dark Angel Space Marine did not answer, merely raising his Bolter.

"Bang!"

The question, along with his life, dissipated in the sound of the gunshot.