The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Hmm... Commander, why didn't you put the Resentment Stone Stele in your backpack, or in the backpacks of any other officer?"

"Federal supplies, put in a personal backpack? Lieutenant, do you want the media to write about me as a corrupt official again?"

The adjutant knew that this was not the real reason.

Being a commander-in-chief certainly requires attention to public opinion and image, but external public opinion shouldn't criticize such internal strategies so easily.

"Then... what if we switch to a fake one?"

"How will the fish bite if we use fake bait?"

"What if it gets stolen?"

"Without this unforeseen event, the allied forces will surely win this battle."

Zhang Erhe looked down.

Nestled among the mountains, the forces of the five allied armies converged from all directions like rivers flowing into the sea.

Near the steep mountain peaks and cliffs, there are also special forces squads of the Yingtian Army.

With hundreds of thousands of soldiers and an inescapable net being laid, Zhang Erhe had no idea how he was going to lose.

……

On Burnett Island, eighteen rebel kings and sixty-four bandits gathered to discuss their plan to overthrow the stars.

"Does the Federation think we're scared just because they've brought the Allied forces back from the moon?"

"No way! These mediocre soldiers can't even defeat the heavenly beings, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Hey, hey, hey, there are celestial beings here, keep your voice down, keep your voice down."

"The Federation is corrupt! The tycoons are wielding power! Today we gather here to discuss important matters and vow to lead the world into a new era!"

"First seize the Starry Resentment Stones! Then attack the Federal Parliament Islands! Conquer Global Glory City!"

"District chiefs and bureau chiefs, are you born with a silver spoon in your mouth?!"

Inside the hall of Burnett Castle, looking at this bunch of chaotic and noisy rebels, Song Gua seemed to see his doppelganger back in the main camp.

With this group of people, I'm afraid nothing will get done...

Song Gua sat high up in the hall, with the Three Scholars standing behind him.

Sitting in the same row as him was the rebel leader, Night Owl (codename), and the leader of the Avengers.

The four leading global rebel organizations—the Resistance, the Bandits, the Avengers, and the Night Owls—have all gathered. The decisions at this meeting will be made by these four big brothers, with other organizations merely playing a supporting role.

To the right of Song Gua sits a woman wearing a mask with the character "甲" written on it.

"Sister, your voice sounds familiar?"

A looked at the Song hexagram.

"His younger brother's voice is quite well disguised."

"As a wanted criminal, this is a required course."

Song Gua thought for a while, but still couldn't remember where he had heard that voice before.

So we chatted a bit more, I wanted to hear more.

"Aren't owls mostly active in the Western Hemisphere? Why are they wearing masks with Chinese characters? Is there any significance to this?"

A laughed.

"Since this is the Western Hemisphere, the first impression these masks give is..."

"Mysterious Eastern power! Amazing, amazing..."

"Just kidding. I'm originally from the Huaxia region, and from the original Huaxia country. Using the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches as code names for organization members is a way of paying tribute to our old traditions. After all, many traditions have been forgotten in this era."

China Region?

Song Gua glanced at the rebel army's cloud sheep.

The chief assassin of the Xuanwu Assassin Organization.

In addition, there's himself, the bandit leader.

Of the top six most wanted fugitives globally, half of the people in charge at the scene were Chinese.

In addition, both the Avengers and the Wan Gong Cult are actually organizations supported by celestial beings.

Although the leaders of the Avengers and the Wan Gong Cult are not Chinese, the Butterfly Lady behind them is clearly more in line with Chinese aesthetics.

"As expected of the land that produced Huang Chao, when the world developed into a place where powerful families and clans were rampant, Huang Chao and his ilk all jumped out."

Song Gua made this assessment.

The noisy hall, after a while...

A projection screen was placed on the front wall, and the lights in the entire hall dimmed.

Yunyang stood in front of the projection, lightly waved her folding fan, and wrote the character "音" (sound) in the air.

Then, when he spoke, his voice was amplified many times over, making it audible to everyone in the room.

"Gentlemen, now that all the representatives have arrived, we may begin."

Yunyang explained the situation.

This opening statement sounds similar to the gathering of the people from the Illusionary Realm.

"The Federation has seized more than two thousand vengeful stone tablets."

They are preparing to merge them with the Allied soldiers to create more than two thousand pseudo-psychics.

Over the past few months, everyone should have gained a sense of just how powerful the illusionists are.

Now, the Federation intends to incorporate the power of the Illusionists into its own fold.

If they succeed, their high-end combat capabilities will be greatly enhanced.

In addition, the coalition forces that weren't originally on the surface have all returned.

At that time, with the convergence of various factors, the overall strength of the Federation will far exceed that of us on the wanted list.

At that point, it won't be a wanted list anymore.

It's a kill list!

All those who oppose the Federation, disobey Federation rules, and act arbitrarily will be dealt with by the Federation!

Therefore, everyone.

I know we've never worked together; we've always fought our own battles.

But the Federation's Project Stars cannot succeed; if they do, it will be our death knell!

The newly elected leader of the Wan Gong Sect had a sudden inspiration.

"Then why don't we surrender? We're all one family. With an external enemy at hand, why cause internal strife?"

No sooner had the new cult leader finished speaking than Miss Butterfly raised her hand and fired a laser beam that blew his head off.

Song Gua smiled.

"Miss Butterfly, I told you you had bad taste. This Wan Gong Sect is too much of a waste for the sect leader."

The power unit behind Miss Butterfly activated, and she slowly flew into the air above the hall, addressing everyone present.

"Taking this opportunity, I might as well tell you that the Federation and you are not one family!"

We celestial beings are the true inhabitants of Earth!

A thousand years ago, those people in the Federation used some strange method to rename Earth as Blue Star on a time scale!

The Ten Ancestors, through their own military force, forced all nations in the world to relinquish their sovereignty and merge into a loose federation!

In the past, a brilliant civilization once existed on this beautiful third planet!

We have a rich tapestry of ethnic groups from around the world, each with its own unique characteristics. Despite conflicts and contradictions, we are striving to move towards mutual tolerance and respect!

However, they covered up some things and abolished others, like a fog invading the world, cutting our history and culture into pieces!

It's become like this!

The so-called Federation is the real traitor to Earth!

You who wage war against traitors are the true heroes of humanity!

Miss Butterfly's words were a wake-up call for these rebels, leaving them deeply shaken.

"What Earth? Was Blue Planet called Earth before?"

"Isn't it always called Blue Star? That's what it says in history books."

"Hey bro, you even went to school?"

"Being a rebel is quite a hassle these days."

"Aren't the celestial beings aliens? Or are they Earthlings too? So, the lunar battlefield is just our own people fighting each other?"

"Ugh, this is so complicated. Let's just go and chop people up instead of having any meetings."

Yunyang picked up where Miss Butterfly left off, corroborating her statement.

The question was posed by Song Gua.

"What are the Ten Patriarchs?"