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Chapter 1087: Chapter 593, You Wouldn’t Want Your Picture to be Seen by Others, Right?

Wang Mengsong decided to negotiate a surrender with the Alliance.

The current state of the Battle Group could not continue.

The New World Torch only had 300 members left, which had already dropped to a dangerously low threshold. Even if all 300 could retreat unscathed without any cost, it was uncertain when they could regain their former strength. A single huge wave could wipe out the group entirely.

As a precaution, they had left several dozen warriors and most of their genetic seeds on the home planet, in case of emergencies.

But truthfully, that wouldn’t yield much success. If the Battle Group were truly reduced to just a few dozen warriors, they’d have no ability to resist risk. There’d be no need for external forces; even a slightly larger-scale rebellion on the home planet might wipe them out.

Those left behind on the home planet were mostly new recruits, led by only a few veterans.

As for the seeds left behind… The New World Torch had saved up quite a bit in the past. However, over the last decade, in efforts to bolster their numbers, they had already used up a large amount of genetic seeds, with new ones barely having had enough time to mature. The genetic seed bank on the home planet now held just over a hundred seeds.

There was simply no way for these resources to revive the Battle Group.

The 300 New World Torch warriors on Phantom Moon could not die.

And Politos was unaware of his plan to surrender.

If Politos found out, their relationship would completely collapse.

He hadn’t even considered trying to convince Politos to surrender together.

On one hand, he knew the likelihood was low; on the other, such talk would plant a seed of mistrust.

In reality, he already viewed the trust between them as fragile. Discussion of surrender would only make things worse. If Politos harbored the same idea, that would be fine, but if not, would Politos worry about Wang making a unilateral move and act preemptively?

It was highly likely.

Wang no longer underestimated Politos. He admitted that he had once held biases against Politos, but the painful failures they faced proved Politos was right—even though being “right” hadn’t won them the war. Had they followed Wang’s reckless approach, they wouldn’t even be negotiating surrender now; they’d have already been obliterated.

But precisely because he acknowledged Politos’ competence, he knew he had to tread even more carefully.

If Politos decided against surrender and wanted to eliminate future threats, the chances of him striking first were very high.

Wang really didn’t want to engage in a bloody fight with Furyflame at this critical moment.

His intention to surrender was to preserve their lineage and ensure the Battle Group’s survival. If surrender was the goal, why waste time fighting Furyflame?

He had come to realize that surrendering was the only way to save his Battle Group.

The Alliance’s intelligence was flawed; they had underestimated the number of Interstellar Warriors active on Phantom Moon. It wasn’t just 1,000—it was over 1,500.

During the expedition, the numbers were 3,000 Furyflame warriors and 1,500 New World Torch warriors, marching forth mightily. Despite their fleet being difficult to expand, possessing just three giant ships, their overall strength was formidable.

But now, reduced to 1,500, their situation was dire.

Most of the remaining forces belonged to Furyflame, with their numbers still at 1,200, while New World Torch had dwindled to just 300.

He couldn’t say for certain, but in previous battles, Politos might have exploited his allies, sending New World Torch to fight the toughest battles.

He had no evidence.

Politos appeared to act fairly, without overt partiality.

Yet suspicion lingered in his heart.

If not, why had New World Torch suffered more losses than Furyflame?

Could it really be because they were less capable?

Absolutely impossible!

Regarding negotiations with the Alliance, he was deeply anxious.

Anxious on every front.

But he had come nonetheless, pushing through his hesitation.

No matter how uncertain he felt inside, the attitude he presented outwardly could not appear weak.

He was a Battle Group Leader, an Angel, a Demigod. On the other side, the negotiators were merely an Alliance diplomat and a Battle Nun, both mere mortals—how could he grovel or assume a submissive demeanor?

Moreover, in negotiations, showing weakness early would leave you at the mercy of your opponents!

He adopted a tough stance, preparing to present conditions for a respectable surrender. It wouldn’t even count as surrender, but cooperation!

However, before he could finish presenting his conditions, the female diplomat named Wu Yang interrupted him firmly, shaking her head:

“The Alliance does not accept any conditions. The New World Torch must surrender unconditionally.”

Wang Mengsong froze momentarily, then erupted in fury: “What did you say?”

Wu Yang emotionlessly repeated herself.

Wang’s aura surged with rage, his piercing glare fixed fiercely on Wu Yang as though he would kill her on the spot.

A Battle Group Leader with centuries of combat experience, forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, emanated an almost tangible killing intent in his fury—something ordinary people could hardly withstand.

Standing beside Wu Yang, Georgette’s hair stood on end, her hand quietly reaching for her weapon.

To her, the New World Torch leader was a formidable adversary. She might not lose quickly and could hold out for a while, but she had no confidence in victory, and protecting Wu Yang—a mortal—was even less certain.

Yet Wu Yang seemed remarkably unfazed.

Alliance diplomats appeared to possess no fear of death.

She stared Wang Mengsong down, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve.

Several long seconds passed, and Wang’s aura slightly receded.

He chuckled coldly and said, “A mere envoy—how ridiculous to negotiate with you. Where is Gu Hang? I want to speak with Mr. Gu!”

Wu Yang replied, “Before I arrived, I had the privilege of speaking with Mr. Gu for fifteen seconds. He personally instructed me that I have full authority. The only option for the New World Torch is unconditional surrender—there’s nothing else to discuss.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Mengsong felt his blood turn cold.

For a brief moment, he truly considered storming out.

Or even slaughtering them all.

Unconditional surrender? I still have 300 warriors!

How could he accept being at their mercy?

His fury knew no bounds.

At that moment, Wu Yang’s voice rang out again: “Perhaps you’re struggling to accept this right now, perhaps you’re livid, but once you set aside your anger, you’ll realize that walking in here meant unconditional surrender was your only choice.”

“The Alliance will make no promises to you and will not agree to any conditions. The New World Torch must relinquish all arms and enter our prisoner camps.”

“Can you still leave? I know you brought only ten guards here, but perhaps dozens more are lying in ambush nearby. I even know that if you were determined to break through, we probably couldn’t stop you.”

“But the photos of us shaking hands have already been taken.”

“Battle Group Leader, you wouldn’t want those images to fall into Politos’ hands, would you?”

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