"Why refuse?"
Filo Dime couldn't understand for a moment.
Given such a disparity in combat power, surrender should be the only answer.
Compared to Filo Dime, who was purely a high-ranking military officer, Peixin, a military commissioner, had more of a politician's nature.
Therefore, he thought more thoroughly and clearly.
"From a broad perspective, the Ship Supervisor's thoughts are not wrong."
"But what if it's specific to individuals?"
"Those Civilization leaders are also flesh and blood; although their culture is different from ours, since a class system has formed, it must be largely similar."
"When we arrived, clearly stating our intention to eradicate all militaries, they had already understood one thing."
"If this applies to the military, then what about them, the politicians?"
Filo Dime had just not thought it through for a moment, but with Peixin's reminder, he understood.
These politician Civilization leaders understood their fate after the Civilization Federation adopted a tough stance.
Rather than meekly submitting to their deaths, it was better to resist for a while, so that even in the end, whether in Human Civilization's history or Claw Civilization's history, they could leave behind a positive image.
This was the only thing they could decide now.
"They are indeed somewhat clever; then let them get what they wished for."
Filo Dime was happy to do this favor.
The more these fellows resisted now, the more it meant that after he suppressed these few Civilizations, he could act even more recklessly.
Although with the Host present, he couldn't do too many outrageous things.
But it was still much freer than having to completely adhere to some "humanitarian" conduct before.
"Ship Supervisor is righteous!"
Peixin was not stingy with his praise, which coincidentally made Filo Dime feel that talking to these politicians was like bathing in spring breeze.
If it were his subordinates, they would either say they understood and would go do it, or they wouldn't be able to come up with anything good.
It wasn't that they didn't understand, but rather that those guys simply wouldn't think about these things.
Their intelligence was outstanding, but their emotional intelligence still needed practice.
Otherwise, wouldn't all those scholars be eloquent and articulate? If they were so "proficient in both literary and martial arts," then what would be the point for people like them?
Filo Dime began to disperse the fleet, dividing it into seven groups, each assigned a Vice Admiral or a Third-Class Ship Secretary to go to the seven Civilizations, with attack targets being symbolic locations, as well as various government offices and military factories.
In fact, cultural centers should have been targeted more.
However, there were also orders from above explicitly prohibiting attacks on these cultural centers.
Filo Dime also understood that from the moment they set out, everyone, from top to bottom, had already regarded the Claw Star Cluster as their property.
Unnecessary and reproducible things could be destroyed.
Irreplaceable things, however, needed to be preserved.
After all, the core of the Imagination Resource Theory was not just a large population, but also a diversity of thinking directions.
The cultural structures of the Claw Star Cluster and Human Civilization were certainly vastly different, which could significantly broaden the lanes of the Imagination Resource Theory, meaning the traffic flow reaching the destination would also increase.
Each group consisted of over 500,000 warships.
In fact, most temporary Commanders were still somewhat apprehensive.
After all, it was impossible to predict whether the Claw Star Cluster had any remaining means.
And how much threat these means could pose to them.
In fact, this concern was correct.
All sides of the resistance brought out their ultimate trump cards.
Many unheard-of and unimagined things emerged.
For example, in some Stellar Systems, something similar to the civilization's home universe seemed to be deployed; upon entering, the energy within the warships became sluggish, as if a certain inertia had been applied, rendering them incapable of exerting any combat power within this range.
The enemy also seemed unable to avoid this, and both sides directly engaged in "melee combat" in the starry sky, attacking with the most primitive weapons.
Later, it even evolved into warships colliding, to see whose warships were made of more solid materials.
That Vice Admiral was also a ruthless person, commanding dozens of warships to ram into the enemy Star City.
No matter what, the mission had to be completed.
With an absolute numerical advantage and the inherent strong physical qualities of humans, the creatures from the Biyi Civilization were no match at all, and only surrendered after some of their leadership figures were killed.
However, because it was a process of pushing through one Stellar System at a time, and 500,000 warships could not be separated or isolated, this matter took a longer time.
It was a full 136 years later that this rebellion was completely suppressed.
If not for the preserved population also being part of the evaluation system, Filo Dime would have certainly disregarded everything and bombarded all Star Cities, using the most violent means.
As for the population, just take some genes and produce clones themselves.
However, the Federation itself didn't want these creatures.
Instead, it wanted the unique culture nurtured by these creatures due to their own cultural history and social structure.
Humans were the carriers of this culture, so they could not be exterminated.
"Damn it, I just touched Hua Xiannv's hand..."
Filo Dime was woken up, and a notification on the side of his vision indicated that he had exited hibernation mode, and that his save for the game "Peerless Era 8" had failed to auto-save.
His eyes were red.
The difficulty of this game was rated as Nightmare Level 4; an ordinary person would take at least 500 years to fully clear it, and even with cheat software, the game time could only be sped up tenfold at most, still requiring 50 years.
Filo Dime understood exploration, so he didn't use cheat software.
Such games actually had auto-saves, but the auto-save time settings were usually every 10 minutes or half an hour.
Even so, Filo Dime couldn't afford to be angry.
He was a Ship Supervisor after all.
But the key was that many games now used the computing power of virtual devices for true random evolution.
In other words, going back to a previous save did not guarantee the same outcome.
Hua Xiannv, as one of the most difficult characters to conquer in "Peerless Era 8," meant that this interruption was not just a matter of a few minutes of progress; it might take another ten or twenty years to reach the current point again.
The twists and turns infuriated even a person like Filo Dime.
Due to the social atmosphere, playing games was not considered idleness; everyone knew the seriousness of mental illness, and society generally encouraged playing games.
During long-term combat assignments like this, if he could relax, after reporting it, Filo Dime could also play games.
This was somewhat different from the Green Hell situation.
Green Hell faced the unknown; the mission was not yet completed, or even, one could say, had not begun.
But here with Filo Dime, everything was already set in stone.
"Ship Supervisor, all missions have been completed, over 90% of the Claw Star Cluster's Stellar Systems have fully submitted."
"This cleanup operation totally destroyed 10.27 million enemy warships, numerous spacecraft, killed 289 trillion enemy creatures, and is estimated to have annihilated 18.73 million species."
"Our side lost 28,700 warships and 3.35 million people, and including previously lost warships, the total loss has exceeded 200,000 warships, with nearly 10 million deaths."
"After this fleet's Host, 100 Machine God's participation, and the Federation's Supreme Military Council, a joint rating from all three parties, your team's score for this mission is 73, rated as B."
Filo Dime emerged from his state of never having held Hua Xiannv's hand.
He remained silent.
A score of 70 to 80 was considered meritorious.
But just like the subsequent performance rating of B, it was essentially neither meritorious nor blameworthy.
After all, the higher-ups sent him to achieve great deeds, and he only managed to be meritorious; although the higher-ups couldn't really criticize him, he also shouldn't expect to gain more.
If it was only 60 to 70 points, it meant he had only done what he was supposed to, and the performance score would be B-.
That would already be a fault.
Below 60 points, he'd be in for a grilling.
However, Filo Dime already knew he couldn't get an A when he lost 170,000 warships earlier.
And whether it was a B or a B+, there was essentially no difference.
His silence was due to calculating how much he would have to pay to remain in the Claw Star Cluster.
Finally, he took a deep breath.
"Host, access my account in the Federation and donate 600 trillion energy coins to the military."
It sounded like the higher-ups were selling official positions.
In fact, this was not an unwritten private rule in the Federation, but rather written into law.
That is, one could "buy points."
If one made a mistake, one could use money to downplay the matter, or even if one committed something punishable by death, the same operation could be performed.
And if one achieved merits, one could also magnify those merits by giving money.
However, these all had certain limits.
At most, a B rating could be bought up to an A-, spanning two levels.
Moreover, not everyone could buy points; at least one had to be among the first or second tier, or some of the third tier, such powerful figures, could pay for their mistakes.
The number of times each person could buy points was also limited.
This regulation was actually meant to give these important figures a chance to correct their mistakes.
The money taken out, of course, was by no means a small sum.
600 trillion energy coins was already the liquid capital of a large intergalactic company spanning thousands or even tens of thousands of Stellar Systems.
As the Ship Supervisor, taking out such a large sum of money was not just cutting flesh, but rather amputating limbs.
However, Filo Dime's expression remained normal.
As long as he could continue to stay in the Claw Star Cluster, using foreign affairs as an excuse to continue enjoying longevity benefits there, and live for another ten or twenty thousand years.
This money would always come back.
In fact, the most important thing was power.
Filo Dime certainly knew about the current turmoil within the Federation, and he also wanted to protect himself.
He waited for several years.
The reply finally arrived.
"Ship Supervisor, thank you for your contribution to the military. Your mission evaluation has been updated to 80 points, rated as A-."
"The military has decided to appoint you as the Commander of the Claw Star Cluster."
At this point, Filo Dime finally breathed a sigh of relief.
600 trillion was actually the minimum amount, and for it to truly pass, others would need to operate it.
He had already arranged for people in Guangdun City to handle these matters.
If it didn't work, then at least another 100 trillion would be needed, and that, he estimated, would require him to borrow money everywhere.
Thankfully, it worked out.
He felt joyful.
"Notify all high-ranking officers above Ship Secretary that the mission is complete, and it's time to reward them."
"Okay, Ship Supervisor."
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