# Chapter 1852: The Lone Brave
In a pitch-black dimensional gap, a massive warp starship was docked!
Searchlights swept in all directions, and the protective shield constantly resisted the assault of spatial gales!
However, the extremely dangerous dimensional gap was undoubtedly like a backyard garden for a solar wind-class cruiser!
Inside the bridge, the members of Holy Star, led by Carl, were seated, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
No one spoke!
Finally, Igor couldn't help but say, "Hiding in the dimensional gap—won't that attract that big shot's attention? If..."
Carl waved his hand casually:
(ꈍ益ꈍꐦ)ﾉ "Attract shit, this place is already the suburb of suburbs!"
"How would Black God notice this place or bother with our trivial little matters?"
"The plan failed. What do we do now?"
Igor swallowed his saliva:
(๑◔﹏◔ิ๑) "Maybe you could ask the Star Lord if he can send..."
Carl glared and slammed his palm directly onto the console!
"Send again? What the hell can we send? So many Bose Bodies died this time. I don't even know how to report this to the Star Lord!"
"Now that the Silicon-based mechanical race has found out about our secret development of Blue Star in violation of the Ten Thousand Races Accord, they've got leverage on us!"
"The two sides are arguing right now. Send more at a time like this? That's just asking the Silicon-based to cause trouble for us!"
"Besides, to prevent the Silicon-based from coming here to mess things up, after Shi Jue and the others arrived, the star routes around the Laniakea Supercluster have all been sealed off!"
They had originally thought that with Shi Jue's reinforcements, they could handle the Spirit Medium and the Transcendents in one fell swoop, completely develop Blue Star into a Star Ruin, and resolve this incident!
But things didn't go as planned. Shi Jue had been beaten to a pulp!
Besides, what was the point of continuing to send Bose Bodies here?
It would only further increase casualties, since humans already had the strength to kill Bose Bodies!
To turn the situation around, they could only send Star Breaker-ranked Bose Bodies with Planet Destroyer-level strength!
Crush Blue Star with overwhelming force!
But the problem was that individuals at that level were all famous, living under the spotlight!
Tampering with their identities at this time to send them to Blue Star?
Did they think the myriad races were blind, or were they afraid the Silicon-based wouldn't find a handle to use against them?
Igor's face darkened. "Lord Carl, to be honest, without reinforcements, given humanity's current strength..."
"With the people we have on hand, there's really no hope of successful development anymore!"
"Originally, the plan was to deliver the heaviest blow to humanity this time and simultaneously launch the slave species cultivation plan!"
"But this operation failed. We couldn't establish absolute superiority, so the subsequent slave species cultivation plan has gone down the drain!"
Carl said impatiently, "Do I need you to analyze that for me? I know it better than you! Damn it, how can a tiny little Blue Star be so troublesome?"
Igor frowned deeply. "Actually, the comprehensive strength of humanity in this era has already far surpassed that of the previous two eras!"
"Four Star Breaker-ranked humans, plenty of Space System users, and they've even incorporated groups of spirit beasts for their own use!"
"This wave cost us fifteen Bose Bodies. Last time we came, even during the most intense fighting, we didn't lose this many!"
"Though they're still far from being as freakish as that First Generation existence, letting them develop like this is absolutely not acceptable!"
Holy Star was also worried. After fighting this long, the situation had gradually gotten out of control. The trajectory of history was always eerily similar!
But as for backing down—even more impossible!
They had already invested so much; how could they give up this fat piece of meat?
Carl ground his teeth. "So once they reach Star Breaker rank, they get a Domain? And such a fancy one? Tsk... what kind of damn racial talent is this? Damn it!"
"Alright, alright, I get it. Once the Silicon-based calms down and this blows over, I'll see if I can transfer more people over here. I'll discuss it with the Star Lord later."
Igor said seriously, "It's best not to give humanity any breathing room, or else..."
Carl narrowed his eyes. "Hmph! So what? They're just slightly stronger ants! They'd better not piss us off!"
"The Bose Clan can't afford to lose face. If we're pushed too far, to hell with the Ten Thousand Races Accord. It's just one planet. The Star Lord can crush it with a wave of his hand!"
"Don't forget, we're the ones who make the rules. The initiative is always in our hands!"
"From the very beginning, humans never had the qualifications to talk back to us. Never!"
Right now, Holy Star was still working behind the scenes, violating the Ten Thousand Races Accord, playing games within the rules!
Once they broke through that restriction, Holy Star would have no more scruples!
That was why Igor had said from the very beginning that this was a war humans could never win.
Igor propped his chin on his hand. (͡°ก͡°) "So during this period, we..."
Apart from Carl, the other Bose Bodies really didn't dare show their faces on Blue Star anymore!
Because at any moment, they might get killed by that Nan guy!
Carl narrowed his eyes. "First, let's find the Creation Sacred Beast. Even though we can't get our hands on the Spirit Medium for now, it's better to keep the Creation Beast in our hands!"
"Luckily, that bastard Zack left everything to me. I still have quite a few of these things on hand."
As he spoke, a hint of a smirk curled at the corner of Carl's mouth, and a Creation Crystal Source appeared in his hand.
The ten-colored Creation Particles stored inside would be very helpful for tracking the Creation Beast's whereabouts!
...
It was night in Jingdu. The Blue Moon hung high in the sky, and the Great Wall celestial barrier emitted a cyan glow.
The enormous Star Palace was parked right above Jingdu, with all defenses fully activated, and energy beams driven into the ground like anchor spikes.
Originally, Jingdu had been blown into a giant crater by Ba Di's helium flash, and later pulled into mountains and seas by Uncle Li's Endless Mountains and Seas.
Now the battlefield had been cleaned up, and the land had been leveled quite a bit. Cities would eventually be built on this fertile ground.
Although Jingdu had been flattened, Jingdu was still there!
The Beacon Star Palace served as a temporary camp for the soldiers.
This Star Palace was large enough to house an army that had conquered other racial civilizations—perfect as a base.
However, at this moment, everyone was not inside the Star Palace. Instead, they were standing in formation to the north of Jingdu, outside a stretch of rolling mountains and seas!
The land here had not been leveled, still preserving the scars of battle.
A huge Origin Stone had been carved into a monument tablet, standing beneath those mountains and seas.
Carved on it were the names of all the soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in this battle!
At the very top was Li Mingshan's name!
Beneath the stone tablet, a set of Li Mingshan's clothes was buried—tattered and torn. This was the only thing he had left in this world!
Even his body had not been preserved.
Everyone had wrapped that set of damaged clothes in a red flag, placed it in a coffin, and buried it beneath the monument tablet.
At this moment, everyone stood there, looking up at the monument.
On it was a passage of text carved in forceful calligraphy:
> **Li Mingshan**
> *— Huaxia Space System, fought for the nation all his life, defended this fertile land with his life. In the Battle of Jingdu, he fought alongside Jiangnan, slaying eleven gods, and here he rests eternal.*
> *A heart of lone bravery, stepping into darkness, chasing the light, finally returning to the light.*
> *To the whimpers and roars in the darkness!*
> *Who says the one covered in mud is not a hero?*
> *Who says only the one standing in the light is a hero?*
Every word on the monument was resounding. Many people's eyes reddened at this moment.
Di Rui looked up at the monument, his lips trembling slightly, then he took a deep breath.
"Everyone! Attention! Salute!"
At this moment, Jiangnan's body was ramrod straight, and he gave a military salute to the monument.
Perhaps *the lone brave* was the best description of Uncle Li.
The words on the monument were carved by Jiangnan. As for why he used an Origin Stone as the monument—
It represented humanity's hope.
Jiangnan didn't cry, because he had already cried. Uncle Li had told him that a real man shouldn't be crying.
Save the tears for after victory. Then come to this monument and cry your heart out.
Tell Uncle Li the news, and let him have a good laugh too.
Jiangnan believed that day wouldn't be far off.
The bright red flag wrapped around his tattered clothes might be the best reward for Li Mingshan.
Jiangnan wouldn't grieve over Li Mingshan's departure. Working even harder to improve the current situation was the best comfort he could give Uncle Li.
From today onward, Jiangnan had another responsibility on his shoulders—one that Li Mingshan had passed on to him.
The crowd gradually dispersed, heading toward the Star Palace meeting room. The post-battle action meeting hadn't started yet.
Jiangnan turned to teleport to the Star Palace. Only a few people remained beneath the monument.
But Xiao Chuihuo was still standing there in a daze, his expression extremely complex, his eyes slightly red, not saying a word.
"Grandpa Xiao..."
Before he could finish, Yang Jian grabbed Jiangnan's shoulder and pulled him toward the Star Palace.
"Let Uncle Xiao and the others stay here with Uncle Li for a while. With you youngsters around, Uncle Xiao cares about his pride and can't cry."
Jiangnan's nose suddenly tingled. He looked at Ye Zhenguo, Zhao Dezhu, Wang Zong, Liu Qiutian, and the other old pioneers.
Every one of them had red-rimmed eyes, holding back tears.
The vitality in them seemed to have weakened a few more points.
Jiangnan was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back either, so he turned and followed Yang Jian into the meeting room.
Perhaps it was Xiao Chuihuo and the others—the comrades who had fought alongside Li Mingshan since the era of spiritual energy recovery—who shared the deepest bond.
...
Beneath the monument, only the old fellows remained. Xiao Chuihuo's hot tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably as he sobbed and cursed.
Ye Zhenguo carried a bottle of Red Star Erguotou and a few small cups. He pulled up a little stool and sat down in front of the monument.
"Can't remember how long it's been since we brothers had a drink together. Let's have a few with Old Li today..."
As he spoke, he placed a small cup in front of the monument, filled it, and added two ice cubes.
"This guy, he loved drinking ice-cold Red Star Erguotou. Don't know what kind of weird habit that is. I can never appreciate it..."