"Change the gun! Let's attack the Star Palace!"

Suddenly, a thrilling cry broke through the silence. The roar from an unknown soldier was like throwing a huge rock in a quiet valley, causing endless echoes. The sound quickly resonated among the hundred thousand soldiers, from the initial low voice to the later deafening sound, the shouts became more and more intense, until they became an unstoppable rage.

"Attack the Star Palace! Attack the Tower of Babel!"

"Strike the Astrology Palace! Overthrow the coalition government!"

The shouts of these 100,000 hearts were like rolling thunder, shaking the earth slightly, as if Gaia himself was responding to this boiling determination. The sounds were stacked layer by layer, as if the waves were surging towards the center of the light at the forefront. In the light, Felix von Abenberg stood on the stage, like a god under the sky. His hands were raised, and then opened, embracing the soldiers' surging anger and passion. Sweat flowed down his forehead, but could not stop the burning flames in his eyes.

"I, Felix von Abenberg, swear to advance and retreat with the generals and overthrow the coalition government! Return the power to the people of Gaia!"

His voice was deep and firm, spreading throughout every corner through special sound effects devices, with an irresistible force. He suddenly tore off the heavy and exquisite general's epaulette on his shoulders. The symbol of power and glory was worthless in his hands like a waste. He raised the epaulette high and threw it down hard, letting it fall to the ground, splashing blood. The blood pond reflected the epaulette and also reflected hundreds of faces that were red from anger.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The soldiers' voices were overwhelming, with unstoppable fanaticism. They took off all kinds of weapons, raised them high, and flashed cold metallic light in the dusk light. Their roar was like a strong wind that tore apart the air, and each of them tried their best to put their will into this surging sound. They were no longer independent individuals, but violent torrents that merged into one, destroying and unstoppable.

Some of the originally hesitant senior officers were swept into this vast trend. They looked down at the bodies of their colleagues who died tragically at their feet, their faces pale, and they realized that they had no choice but to stand with the grassroots soldiers at this moment that determined the fate of the planet Gaia.

Felix glanced at the soldiers who were like mountains and seas in front of him, his chest was undulating. He was born in the noble family of Gaia, but the "golden blood" of Plato's White Tiger Knight flowed. At this moment, this ancient bloodline erupted in his blood vessels like volcanic magma.

On this day, at this moment, the time in the cosmic city "Mangxing City" seemed to stop.

All the once lively hustle and bustle disappeared like a dream - countless commercial centers, food cities, shops, shopping malls, and bar streets were closed. At this moment, this boundless city has become an empty shell that has lost its soul.

The special service of the Homeland Security Bureau, the Robots' Men came out in full swing, and the sound of mechanized iron boots echoed on the streets. The special service members were wearing reflective black armor and holding energy rifles, standing coldly at each major intersection, dividing all blocks into countless static islands. The Robots' Men were tall and their metallic bodies patrolled silently, and their red electronic eyes vigilantly scanned every corner. The blockade lines crisscrossed, like an invisible net, firmly imprisoning the entire city.

The crowd was evacuated urgently under the gun, and they rushed to the designated shelter like frightened birds. The cry of children, the screams of women, and the roar of men intertwined into a harsh elegy.

Drones, like flocks of birds, flew past the air, buzzing, spreading indescribable panic. Their propellers emitted a low buzz, like the death knives of the doomsday echoing in their ears for a long time. These drones continuously ejected electronic broadcasts, proclaiming with cold synthesized sounds:

"Residents should be careful and evacuate to the designated area immediately. Anyone who leaves without authorization will be deemed a threat!"

In almost one day, Mangxing City changed from a bustling and illegal cosmic metropolis to a cold battlefield.

Star Palace, a place where many thousands of meters high and overlooks Gaia like a heavenly palace, among countless halls and rooms, President He Meili's private lounge is quiet and gorgeous, like a temple floating between the stars. The dome forms a deep night sky with a whole piece of transparent smart glass, and the starry sky and flowing aurora are projected onto the ceiling. The glory of the Milky Way seems to be within reach, and occasionally meteors flash by, giving people the illusion of floating in the endless universe.

A huge translucent water droplet, suspended at a height of about one meter from the ground, is fixed by a quantum magnetic stabilization device. The surface of the cocoon bed is faintly flowing with soft light patterns, and one of them is vaguely visible, like a baby curled up in the uterus. This is He Meili's rest, which is comparable to the deep sleep in the mother's uterus. It fluctuates slightly with the breathing rhythm of the female president, as if the entire device is listening to her heartbeat.

This space-like tranquility was suddenly broken by a harsh alarm. The air outside the cocoon bed was suddenly dyed as bloody as red warning lights. A cold mechanical sound came from the wall:

"State of emergency! The security level of the Presidential Palace has been reduced to Level C! Wake index recovery! Wake index recovery!"

After a "buzzing" sound of the metal sliding door opening quickly, a sharp sound came from the door.

"Ms. President! Madam President!" Lin Chenhu, chief of staff and chief adviser, rushed in in a strange white uniform.

The film of the cocoon bed slowly opened, revealing the sleeping Rosemary Harris. She was wearing a futuristic white pajama, but she was sleepy, with a messy hair, and a greasy reflection covering her entire face. She did not forget to start the beauty routine while sleeping, which was the residue of the beauty liquid.

Harris slowly opened his eyes, and saw Lin Chenhu's face full of horror and the red light in the room in a hazy way, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart. "What's going on? Don't always panic, say it quickly!" Her voice was a little hoarse, but still had a hint of authority.

"The rebels...the First Fleet rebelled!! The mobs broke through the 'Marth Gate' and rushed into the War Department! Under the power of the special service of the Ministry of State Security, the Emergency Command Center ordered the ground troops of the First Fleet to suppress the rebellion, but the First Fleet disobeyed...there has been rebelled!" Lin Huchen's tone trembled.

"Our core fleet rebelled!! They have broken through the periphery defense! The blocking special forces have been annihilated. They have issued an ultimatum to the Tower of Babel and demanded that the coalition government surrender!... You must evacuate immediately!"
Chapter completed!