"Behind me is a dying star, whom we call Ahriman." He pointed to the mottled and twinkling stars behind him.

"In our Kezmian faith, Akhriman represents darkness and death, and my people and I have been here for decades, struggling to give us hope for life so that we can establish our home in Zoroaster."

"Yes, our homeland, the homeland of the Kezmians, a warm word that has been far away from my people since the time of the Cybers, and the injustices we have been subjected to go back hundreds of years, for days and nights. Of the six tribes, only the afflicted Kezmia is undeniable, and in the eyes of your ancestors we are a bunch of eccentrics, heretics, and snake charmers. And now, as soon as you see the Kezmians, you immediately think of terrorism and flea market scammers. ”

"My honest, orderly, kind, hard-working people can no longer get along with any of you, and I have to worry about the future of the survival of the Kezmians, who have been disappointed again and again by the bureaucrats of the Interbank and their redundant and vast alliance of so-called higher intelligences, after decades of longing for peace, for democracy, and for change."

"My people have fallen into despair, and it's time to step up and make some changes for their well-being! I must admit that I will do everything for the people with all my heart and soul, and carry forward the strength of the unity of the Kezmians that have been condensed for hundreds of years. ”

"On behalf of my people, I hereby declare to all the citizens of the League that from now on, the Kezmians will break away from the jurisdiction of this puppet League and form their own republic, and we will settle in Zoroaster, a galaxy that the League abandoned early, and brave the harsh environment to pursue a freedom that can never be separated from our lives again!"

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The Angel City of Proviston, Micah's magnificent glow shines on this apocalyptic city that is famous throughout the Silver Alliance, this huge city with a population of nearly 10 million people, is not only a dazzling diamond in the socio-economic and cultural fields of mankind, but also the countless Silver Alliance institutions that are full of its city, but also actually pushed her to the height of the command cabin of the giant ship of the Silver Alliance.

Angel City is the first city of humanity in the Martial Emperor Galaxy, and it spreads out from a vast green plain in the Strait of Bolmore, surrounded by the Sea of Ink to the south, the Desert of Sighs to the east, and the Sea of Fern Vine Trees to the west, and at the end of the strait is a huge ice field that is inaccessible to people.

Headquartered on Kono Island in André Lake in the heart of Angel City, the Union's Security Committee is a massive building with 96 floors above ground and 19 floors underground, and its appearance looks like a giant piece of armor standing in the sky from a distance.

On the seventieth floor of the Headquarters Building, the Operations Command Centre office is now in turmoil.

The chaotic and noisy sound of communication and conversation, the long whistle of unanswered messages, the hurried footsteps of clerks, the hysterical roar of the heads of various functional departments, and the uncontrollable emotions are like a highly contagious plague, which has spread to all parts of the center in just a few minutes.

At this point, the agenda for the emergency meeting in Conference Room 1 was quickly activated, and all the officials in charge of Kezmia were rushing in from all corners of the building and the city.

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Belém. Rosenwell was dressed in the uniform of the Silver Alliance, frowning, he was over half a hundred years old, his hairline had faded a little, and his neatly trimmed short gray-white hair made him look heroic.

He stood straight in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the first conference room, his decades of military service giving him a stern and rigid military style.

He was condescendingly and quietly looking out the window. As far as the eye can see, the sword of the angels, the tallest building in the Silver Alliance, is the core, and countless buildings of all kinds stand all over the city, which are densely packed like towering giant trees that have been planted with countless magic beans after the rain, and the more you go to the central area, the more dense and tall they become.

All kinds of new generation flying cars soar through the air, orderly in all dimensions of the urban steel jungle, and some are even comfortable in the narrow gaps in the rows of buildings.

On a crisp cloudless day, rule-makers towering into the sky sometimes look boredly at the ground, gazing out at the dense crowd of ant-sized pedestrians and their means of transportation.

There, they will be navigating underground rail systems and various projectile pipeline lines of communication, hurrying towards their destinations at a speed far faster than the skycraft.

From time to time, participants who pushed the door in brought tensions on the floor into the conference room, much to the annoyance of the vice-chairman of the Security Committee, who was also the commander of the Self-Defense Forces and the police force.

"Sheila, can you close the damn door!" He yelled at the secretary who was sitting in a special seat next to the main seat.

"Do it at once, Mr. Belen." His secretary pressed the button on the table, and the mute field was opened neatly, instantly isolating the conference room from the outside room.

"Incompetent rice bucket." Belen, who frowned slightly, muttered and cursed, quite dissatisfied with the chaotic situation in the command center, but he didn't know how to make these elites who received high salaries every year have the two almost paradoxical qualities of calm and high energy at the same time.

It's just a small internal setback, and it makes these subordinates who usually talk about it tremble like fern vine leaves in the cold wind! Fakhle's Declaration of Independence? Save it to me, to put it mildly, it's just a dead old man who is about to make the last bit of humor for the world before he goes to the grave.

What does he use to be independent? Ahura's miners and paper-shelled civilian ships? Just seized a few staff members of the physical survey team, thinking that they had caught the second child of the safety committee, and they could seek it at will? Of course, the most difficult thing to do is Robert. Kent this waste wood, thinking of this, Belen couldn't help frowning.

Although it is only a small organization, he is also one of the cogs in the top of the sequence in the huge and complex precision components of the Bang Alliance Development Committee.

Just simply ignoring and sacrificing it will attract a lot of complaints and protests, and the kind of review and explanation will make people unacceptable for a while.

But what made the vice chairman especially puzzled was why Kent, the stupid guy Kent, as the executive deputy director of the Comprehensive Planning Bureau, refused to stay in his office and went to Zoroaster before the incident almost broke out. Could it be that his brain is in the water, and he is learning from the Kandes to appreciate the afterglow of the hell of the apocalypse?