Sky-cracking Rider

The airport navigator's report defining it as racial conflict was not unfounded; at least it was a group brawl, with a small number carrying weapons, but no sharp blades, so it hadn't escalated to the level of racial vendetta.

After all, whether it be the Darknight Tribe or the Pandorong Tribe of the Neanderthals, they are all now subjects of the Slan Dynasty. If a large-scale bloody incident had occurred, leading to social turmoil, Her Majesty the Empress, in her fury, would have ordered the Void Ships currently docked at the airport to execute a coordinated barrage, ensuring not a hair would be left at the scene.

Even though both sides had beaten each other to the point of stupidity, they absolutely wouldn't do anything that would lead to mutual annihilation.

Thirty years ago, just a few years after the end of the war among the Three Realms, the Pandorong Tribe, one of the twelve Overlord Tribes of the Neanderthals, took the initiative to propose immigration to Cangqiong Star.

Blue Star, which had just established reservations for the remaining Neanderthal tribes to preserve their culture, was willing to let them go; after all, one less major tribe meant one less factor of instability.

The Empress of the Slan Dynasty was in the midst of waging a war to unify Cangqiong Star. The land she conquered needed settlers, and as long as they didn't rebel and simply went about their lives honestly, anyone could fill that slot.

Thus, without much thought, Empress Modai immediately agreed to the immigration request for over ten thousand members of the Pandorong Tribe, and the entire relocation process lasted a full half a year.

After all, processing the paperwork for over ten thousand people to pass through the Dimensional Gate was no easy task; the printed paper documents alone weighed over a ton. On top of that, Cangqiong Star had to manage feeding and housing so many people, dealing with citizenship procedures, employment, and many other related tasks, which kept hundreds of imperial officials extremely busy.

Cangqiong Star has eleven continents, one large archipelago, and countless islands and reefs scattered across the vast ocean.

Nearly every continent and large island is inhabited by intelligent species, either humanoid or Magical Beast Tribes. The forerunner of the Slan Dynasty, the Slan Empire, faced quite a dilemma allocating land for this tribe with a population of over ten thousand.

Morning Star Continent is the heartland of the Silan Empire and was deemed inappropriate for the war-weary Pandorong Tribe to enter. Cloud Heaven Continent, Sandy Flame Continent, Mirei Continent, Dao Yan Continent, and the Arctic are dominated by a single race and are quite xenophobic; you dare to send, they dare to bury.

Chongyang Continent is the battleground for the supremacy of the Demon and Beast Tribes; if the Pandorong Tribe moved there, they'd just become cannon fodder for both sides in minutes.

Frostmoon Continent is impoverished, with no abundant resources in agriculture, herding, mining, or commerce. Furthermore, it already is a mixed settlement of Spirit, Feathered, and Demon Tribes. To say they are settled would be too kind; it's more like they have been exiled for crimes. They've escaped the death penalty but not a life of hardship; most are guilty of notorious and extremely violent crimes. Settling new immigrants there might lead to their bullying to death, hampering population expansion.

While Zhai Liuzhou is also a Human-ruled continent, Sky Dragon City has rescinded all Dragon Knight contracts and likewise suspended cooperation with Dragon Chevaliers. With the loss of Giant Dragon support, the military strength of the Tessa Empire has been greatly reduced. The Silan Empire's army seized the opportunity to attack fiercely, and the war is not over yet, making it an unsuitable option.

Most inhabitants of Zhenlu Continent are Magical Beasts, with a few Barbarian Tribes. The Barbarians, as a minority, are not doing so well, constantly plagued by the aggression of ferocious Magical Beasts, and hence it is not suitable for the Pandorong Tribe to immigrate.

Antarctica, mainly settled by the Feathered Tribe, is an unfavorable option for the Pandorong Tribe due to its ice and snow, harsh climate, and extreme cold reaching hundreds of degrees below zero. By the end of a winter, it's likely there wouldn't be many of the Pandorong Tribe's men, women, elderly, and children left.

In the end, the Duskwind Archipelago, which had many islands but few people, was chosen.

The Darknight Tribe is not populous, not even fully occupying the main island of Starmist Island. Most islands in the Duskwind Archipelago are in a primitive, undeveloped state with abundant natural resources, making them ideal for the settlers in need of a place for rejuvenation.

Thirty years down the line, the original population of the Pandorong Tribe, which numbered over ten thousand, now boasts a population of over fifty thousand.

The Darknight Tribe, indigenous to the Duskwind Archipelago, saw no change in their population. By nature reserved, the Darknight Tribe had a policy of being unwelcoming but not rejecting, unobtrusive, and non-interfering towards the new immigrants who arrived from afar. The many islands were more than capable of accommodating the reproduction and livelihood of both tribes, and they were able to coexist peacefully. There were even occasional intermarriages between them, but such interactions were, after all, rare.

As the Pandorong Tribe's population flourished, the Darknight Tribe, which saw no increase in numbers, slowly began to lose their sense of balance.

After all, comparisons truly could be infuriating. No matter how reserved they were, they could not just stand by and watch their homeland being gradually overrun by outsiders, which led to the Darknight Tribe becoming a minority and eventually losing their dominant position.

The Darknight Tribe officials, who held administrative power over the Duskwind Archipelago, began to show bias in handling the occasional daily conflicts and disputes that arose between the two tribes.

These were originally normal frictions that could be accepted by both sides as long as fairness was maintained. However, once an official took sides, the wronged party, even if they swallowed their resentment, would accumulate grievances over time, especially when sharing their woes with others, leading to an amplification of their discontent due to empathy.

Unresolved problems would only accumulate, and debts had to be repaid eventually, along with accruing interest. So, without any surprises, the conflict between the two tribes finally reached a point where it could no longer be contained. A word, a look, an expression, or an action could all ignite the fuse.

Even though the Slan Dynasty dispatched a direct Void Ship, the two tribes, with tensions running high, were like arrows nocked to bows, unable to cease fire. When the emergency escape pod carrying the Princess and her entourage arrived at Starmist Island, the two sides were already in the throes of battle, with pandemonium rife across the island and everyone engaged in one-on-one combat—reserved individuals without as much cunning faced against those adhering to a code of bravery and honor. Regardless of gender or age, everyone fought their match: men against men, women against women, the elderly against the elderly, and children against children, turning a dreaded battle into a contest of age groups.

Princess Lin Ziyu, nurtured by the many intelligent species of Cangqiong Star, made a decisive decision on behalf of the Imperial Family Youngsters.

"We must stop them!" she said.

Looking at Chen Fei, she asked, "Mr. Chen, can you help me?"

"Help you? How? Should I just drop a 'Dragon Slayer Missile' down there?"

Chen Fei, with limited experience, was encountering a scene like this for the first time and instinctively thought of dropping a bomb to snap these hotheads back to reality.

Exploding a few hundred people at once, with every family mourning—perhaps that would stop the fight for good, right?

Princess Lin Ziyu's eyes twitched at his rash suggestion, and she could hardly believe her own ears.

Was this man a devil?

What member of the Royal Family would dare give such an order? It was likely that the Dynasty would be up in arms against it in no time.

Whether it was Blue Star or Cangqiong Star, it was the era of global networking, and no one was a fool who could be easily hoodwinked.

"There must be no casualties!"

Her Royal Highness the Princess stared at Chen Fei and slowly shook her head.

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Are military contractors all so heedless of human life?

This guess, though not exactly right, is not far off!

Military contractors who dare to engage in corporate wars go crazy and don't even spare themselves. This is true for Jiu Defense Company, the old boss Apocalypse Defense Group, Meman Brothers United Defense Consortium that has been scratched bloody by Aircrew Base 911, and Ballistic Sax Military Limited Company, the former contractor of Aircrew Base 909 that was beaten out of the business.

In this line of work, there are no good people!

Every one of them is a desperado fighting for money.

"This, is, really putting me in a tough spot!"

Chen Fei rubbed his hands together, showing a troubled expression.

If he dared to jump down, he would surely be beaten to death by the mob the minute he hit the ground, wouldn't he?

A mere B-class supernatural power user would never be an enemy of ten thousand, no matter what.

A true enemy of ten thousand would at least have to be an S-class supernatural power user.

Anything beyond ten thousand is beyond what an ordinary human can withstand.

Princess Lin Ziyu said assertively, "If you can't do it, then I will. Decrease altitude, prepare to land!"

Self-cultivation, family regulation, governance of the state, and peace under heaven aren't only for scholars but can also serve as a motto for members of the imperial family.

If one witnesses such a scene and does nothing, it is likely that the royal family would be looked down upon by the world.

"It's too dangerous, let's think this through more carefully!"

Chen Fei shook his head like a rattle-drum. Her Royal Highness the Princess was guilt-tripping him, threatening him by placing herself in danger to get him to do things beyond the scope of his assignment.

According to Chen Fei's thinking, one Dragon Slayer Missile would do the job cleanly and swiftly.

He studied economics in college and only considered the issues of cost and cost-effectiveness. It was natural for him to think of using the Dragon Slayer Missile to cut the Gordian knot; he had never learned how to stop a massive brawl involving thousands, and they don't teach this in the Ivory Tower, either.

After all, on Blue Star, no sovereignty would allow such incidents to occur, and they would often nip potential troubles in the bud as soon as they appeared.

"Jiu!"

The Little Bird chirped in puzzlement.

Moments later, a chorus of tweeting reached them from afar, and countless birds flew in from all directions, all of them Pure Light Sparrows.

Xiao Jiu, at the Third Order of Human Order, had begun calling its companions again, rarely coming to its ancestral land, gathering friends for merrymaking.

"You jump, or I jump!"

Princess Lin Ziyu looked down at the dusty ground below.

She was not Ruth, nor was Chen Fei Jack. Instead, it was a choice between the two of them, each taking the leap by themselves.

"You really are..."

Chen Fei showed a bitter smile.

He was caught in a trap, no doubt about it, job blackmail.

His task was to protect the personal safety of the princess. If the princess deliberately sought danger, could Chen Fei really just stand by and watch?

Indeed, none of the Silan Royal Family's youngsters were easy to handle.

Whoever says princesses are all about gentleness, love, and naive kindness should come out and face their punishment!

"Jiu!"

Little Bird left the princess's shoulder and flew back into the flock of birds.

The artificial intelligence AI "Adam" lost sight of it once again.

The "Dragon Guard" Single Soldier Tactical Armor receded from Chen Fei's body, and silver war patterns crawled across his skin's surface, as the Neanderthal tribe's secret pointed weapon "Blood Spike" took shape in his hands.

He really was in a tough spot!

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