The gentleman Li Aozi, born of Frost Plated, was rather kind-hearted, paying great attention to women's privacy.

By the time the mech troops were deployed from the ship to intercept, the entire female soldiers' dormitory had ceased to exist in a physical sense.

Effectively preventing male peeping from below.

With a reverse throw of a meteorite fragment, the rapidly spinning radiation fragments formed a chainsaw, slicing the entire ship apart. Then Li Aozi pulled out a shotgun and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the non-combat personnel emerging from the bridge.

"Truly worthy of the Eye of the Galaxy Meat Grinder, only here for a moment yet minced so much meat. Might as well make dumplings tonight."

After confirming he had killed both non-combat personnel and surrendering flag-raisers, Li Aozi sighed.

The Eye of the Galaxy, after all, is the Eye of the Galaxy; the complex communication environment disrupted the enemy's mobilization, and to this moment, Li Aozi hadn't encountered a meteor strike.

In the distance, a rescue ship quickly approached, emitting a green signal; it was a civilian volunteer from the Night Butterfly, hoping Li Aozi would show mercy and let them salvage the wounded.

"There are always idealists..."

Li Aozi sighed, then dispatched the Progenitor Beehive, rushing ahead to eliminate the stranded Night Butterfly soldiers.

"Stop!"

The communicator suddenly lit up with a projection, a young Night Butterfly girl with blue hair and eyes, adorably pleading with gestures and kowtows to Li Aozi:

"They are no longer warriors; please stop killing them. You are a kind-hearted person, a great one. The Night Mother Goddess will bless you. Please, do not kill the innocent—ah!"

Bam!

Before she finished speaking, the Progenitor Beehive instantly formed an intercepting net, blocking their spacecraft.

"Your Excellency, please stop; indiscriminate killing, even the Starry Abyss will not spare you."

"Starry Abyss? It owes me much; I could use a bit more of its hate."

Li Aozi dismissed it.

Since spending some time with Zhi Xiang Merid Fenny, he had softened considerably, no longer killing civilians for being a nuisance.

In a web novel, he'd be considered overwhelmingly soft-hearted, enough for Li Aozi to consider awarding himself a peace prize.

Feeling quite melancholic, Li Aozi threw away the shotgun, and his auxiliary arm swiftly equipped him with a multi-warhead launcher, aiming at soldiers scattering in the starry sea trying to leave using thrusters, continuously pressing the lock button.

"Why am I the Holy Mother, unable to see people suffer without softening."

With that, he pulled the trigger.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Pale blue spell rockets, glowing with arcane light, split into many, swiftly heading towards the locked targets. This kind of anti-air firepower was intended to attack drones, but it worked exceptionally well against personnel lacking displacement capability.

They could only watch as the magic rockets caught up and then were blown to pieces—thankfully in a vacuum, flesh quickly desiccated, leaving bodies like freeze-dried strawberries to wander the cosmos alone.

"Look at the task progress—tsk, after all this fighting, still over two thousand left."

Li Aozi discarded the rocket launcher, inspecting the implant gear status.

Although the technology of N4 was trustworthy, infused with various high-grade void materials—still, this was only the assembly limit of Zeta level.

The enhancement for him was not insignificant, but still far from reaching the level of Kappa (10).

"But considering the damage caused now isn't low, next is to slowly encircle and annihilate—hmm?"

Li Aozi glanced from the corner of his eye.

Not far away, the wreckage of the warships he had just destroyed was moving quickly, converging, rapidly reassembling under some kind of force.

"—High-Rank [Mechanic]."

Li Aozi's gaze sharpened.

The [Mechanic] of an idealistic worldview, their abilities defy logic.

Because they can use miracles only possible for [Priests] and [Judges].

"Return, great heroic spirit of machines, fight once more for the brave crew and operators!"

Marshal Dufen Herman prayed devoutly.

"I declare: you are the most selfless creation, the culmination of the design institutes' craftsmanship, imbued with pure thought, born with a bestowed mission."

"You are mechanical, the crystallization of the artificial, the chosen of the next generation, called by a sacred spirit."

"May your gears never wear, may your power never wane, may your structure never collapse."

"Hear me, child of chromium, you are the iron angel sent by deities to protect the starry sky and cosmos."

"May you carry out the wishes of the deceased, bear their soul spirits, and fight once more!"

Numerous officers wept upon hearing this, knelt and removed their caps, praying and chanting scriptures, praising the deeds of mechanics and deities.

Their sincere prayers rose to the starry sky, forming platinum streams over the Eye of the Galaxy, ignoring all Arcane Missile attacks, gathering on the destroyed warships, mechas, fighters, and even private phones and chairs.

"All the mechanical creations of the Eye of the Galaxy, rise up!"

The earth-shattering shout broke the vacuum's shackles, defying physical laws, echoing on every planet:

"Slava Motlnocny (Glory to the Night Butterfly Federation)!"

The miracle, please witness.

The starry sky ravaged by Arcane Energy and Meteor Fall Technique was now blooming with the miracle summoned by the sincere and brave Night Butterfly People.

The destroyed ships in his mechanical guidance emitted waves of sorrow.

Iron soul, never to be extinguished!

"Awaken the mechanical souls, let them fight in place of the crew—ah, I know which pathway now."

Li Aozi tilted his neck, casually letting the volunteers go—see, how Holy Mother he was, though he had slain 125,000 soldiers, he let a ship with 80 civilians and two cats go!

80 (people) + 2 (cats) > 12,500 (people)

Clearly, he was a good Holy Mother.

Moreover, now the merciful and gentle Li Aozi, compassionate towards all, was to face not merely a mechanically skilled [Mechanic] who understood only math and physics.

The Skeleton Marshal meticulously selected and deployed troops; under his command, the reassembled Mechanical Legion burst with fighting spirit. Gun turrets turned, mecha troops courageously raised machine guns, moving and shooting, hitting the Progenitor Beehive escorting Li Aozi precisely.

The artillery became sharper; even with remote control, Herman's micro-control was quite formidable. Several rounds of shelling precisely blocked Li Aozi's movement path.

—This was a Necromancer skilled in human nature and theology with fervent faith.

"Haha! Finally, a bit of righteous plot comes to me!"

Li Aozi grinned viciously, his flesh and blood tendrils twisting, smiling malevolently:

"Hehe, that's right—don't rush, I'll soon send these hunks of metal to meet your operators!"

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