The planet Mocha, the home planet of the Darents, is a world protected by countless powerful magics.

To be exact, you can't even observe its existence in the universe, let alone teleport magic from any very long distance, or get close to it by a flying machine.

This is because any teleporters and vehicles that are not authorized will be directly connected to the surface of the star that emits hot energy.

Temperatures of more than 8,000 degrees Celsius will directly burn unwanted intruders to the point where there are no ashes left.

Therefore, if you want to enter the planet Mocha, the first level you need to pass is to obtain a teleportation permit, at least a temporary permit.

It's not an easy task!

In order to ensure the absolute safety of the home planet, even the Darrants themselves had to abide by strict rules, and even the supreme commander of the expeditionary force had to wait patiently for the answer given by the council.

Obviously, with what the boy did, it is estimated that he has already been blacklisted by the top of the council, so when his application was sent back less than a day ago, the other side gave a positive answer.

After all, the other party has done so much, and even ordered it to the Shadow Guards, doesn't it just want to bring these two precious test subjects back unscathed.

Whether to carry out more in-depth and complex research after bringing it back, or whether to stay as a breeding machine, passing on the precious bloodline and integrating it into the upper echelons of Darente, that is a question that needs to be discussed later.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the higher-ups, the Shadow Guards they sent had failed, and the ambitious boys had begun to turn their attention to the Dark Lake, the birthplace of the Darents.

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In the evening, as the blue stars in the sky were about to set, two elderly Darrants were sitting in the balcony garden on the top floor of the Supreme Council, admiring the magical glow of the city below and discussing what to do.

I saw an old man wearing a purple robe with abnormal yellow pupils taking the lead in speaking: "Old friend, how did you artificially ask for that boy to return to his home planet?"

"I don't know! Maybe he was scared, maybe he had some other thoughts, but anyway, he chose to come back instead of being captured by the Shadow Guards. On that basis alone, we cannot treat a prisoner the same way he treats him. In any case, he succeeded in pacifying a world full of abundant resources, and also solved the troubles of World Two. The old man in the green robe spoke meaningfully.

But from his casual attitude, it is not difficult to judge that this is definitely a perfunctory, not a real thought in his heart.

"What do you mean......" The old man in the purple robe seemed to realize something, and pursed the corners of his mouth to show a playful expression.

"I mean, give him everything that is due. It doesn't matter if it's a resounding name or a well-deserved social status. But there is one thing, he can no longer leave the home planet under our feet, let alone the surveillance of the council. The old man in the green robe showed his hole cards straightforwardly.

Because just a few days ago, they had already made contact with the world of Ninety-Three, and they also knew what crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless behavior the seemingly harmless boys had done after leaving the Council's surveillance.

Even the Darents, who have conquered and destroyed countless worlds, can't help but feel chills when they see the horrific situation of those indigenous people.

In particular, the survivors, who have been kept in captivity like livestock, have no future at all, and these poor creatures worship the culprits as if they were gods.

"And what about his arrangement? You know, he has shown a strong desire to control, and a careful and mature mind. Even if you stay on your home planet, you won't be too honest. Maybe...... We should delay it for a while and let him taste the taste of defeat is the right choice. The old man in the purple robe gave a different opinion.

"Hahahaha! Don't be so harsh, my dear friend. You see, he's just a kid, and a little rebellion is perfectly tolerated. Don't forget the dark blue liquid being studied, and if successful, it would be an immeasurable asset to the entire civilization. As for the Shadow Guards, their methods are too brutal, and they are full of resentment towards us. You know? Since three hundred years ago, the Shadow Guards have been complaining that they give too much and get too little. It's a signal, a very dangerous one......"

When he said this, a strong vigilance appeared in the eyes of the green-robed old man.

As one of those in power, he knew very well that the Shadow Guard was no longer the noble group that was willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of the entire race when it was founded.

Over time, these guys are rapidly corrupting, and some are even obsessed with a life of luxury, beginning to crave more power.

You must know that this corruption is not about strength, but about spirit.

Therefore, the Shadow Guards, who wield the same terrifying power, are a hundred times more dangerous than their predecessors, and if something really goes wrong, the tragic war against the gods will be staged again.

And this time, the price they will have to pay is likely to be much heavier than it was back then.

"Don't be nervous, I'll send someone to deal with the Shadow Guards. In any case, they are our compatriots, and they should not do anything out of the ordinary. As for the rights, give a little bit if they want them. As long as we have that thing, they won't dare to act rashly. The art of politics is compromise and balance. Times are different, and you can't hold modern people to the same standards as before. The purple-robed old man smiled and spread his hands.

"Hmph, I hope so. Oh, almost forgot to ask. I heard that your great-granddaughter has begun to undergo transformation, intending to incorporate the boy's blood into her family. Is this true?" the green-robed old man stared into the other's eyes, his tone full of ridicule.

The purple-robed old man replied nonchalantly, "Why not, you must know that he is the only suspected high-level life being we have found so far. I believe you should know best what it means to be a higher life. ”

"Ah, of course I do, but don't forget that the higher beings are higher beings because they have an unrivaled advantage over the lower ones. Especially when it comes to genetics, it's almost overwhelming. If that happens, do you think the Dalents will still be Darents after the eventual integration? Maybe thousands or even tens of thousands of years from now, we'll be a different race. ”

"Hehe, if this happens, not only will I not be worried, but I will feel relieved and happy......"