Rota Empire Frontline, a Certain Planet Base.
The frantic voice of a deputy rang out, "Marshal, it's bad news. The Red Alert Empire is attacking again. This ti, they've deployed five Super Soldiers, a total of five fully organized fleets, and two Cosmic Behemoths leading the charge."
Such voices had beco a routine occurrence every few days, and the Marshal had long grown numb to them.
One month ago, for reasons unknown, the Red Alert Empire launched an all-out assault on the Rota Empire, leaving everyone from the Emperor down to the lower ranks in shock. Judging by their actions, it seed the Red Alert Empire was willing to incur any losses to conquer their star domain. The motive behind this aggressive move remained a mystery to the Rota Empire.
The Red Alert Empire seed utterly unhinged, annihilating almost every mber of the Rota Empire's army they encountered, leaving no survivors or room for surrender. If it weren't for the Rota Empire's partial recovery of strength, they might not have been able to withstand the Red Alert Empire's onslaught. Even now, they could only defend themselves, and facing the Red Alert Empire's attacks left the Marshal deeply troubled.
"They just breached our defenses a few days ago. How can they be back so soon? What's the situation on the other frontlines?" The Marshal was in a quandary.
"Marshal, the Fifth Frontline is currently holding, but the Second, Third, and Fourth Frontlines were nearly breached. We had to fall back, and they've sent multiple requests for reinforcents. Marshal, should we...?" The deputy hesitated to continue.
If they had enough manpower, he would have gladly dispatched reinforcents, but the reality was that their resources were insufficient. The only ones who could significantly impact the war were the Large Galaxy-level Powerhouses, but in every battle, they seed to win less than they lost.
If they lost, it ant their demise, while the Red Alert Empire had various ans to preserve their lives and would return with renewed vigor. It was a dire situation.
"Contact His Majesty and request further reinforcents. If we lose the frontlines, Rota Star will be lost," the Marshal sighed.
As a Marshal, he shouldn't have needed to take matters into his own hands, but the ferocity of the Red Alert Empire's assault had forced his hand. A strike from a Large Galaxy Ninth-Tier Powerhouse was devastating; with a single slap, he had destroyed nearly two thousand warships, a strike equivalent to a superweapon.
On the Red Alert Empire's side, all their Powerhouses had joined the fray, aided by various Superweapons, and they had barely managed to reach a stalemate before withdrawing.
The Marshal had initially believed that his own strength could sweep the battlefield, but he had been disappointed. The sheer number of Powerhouses on the Red Alert Empire's side made it an extrely challenging problem to solve.
News of the situation quickly reached Rota Star, and when the Emperor of the Rota Empire learned that the frontlines were on the verge of collapse, his face turned as black as ink.
"You bunch of useless incompetents! You can't even defend the Empire! What good are you?" Emperor raged, and his subordinates knelt in silence, too terrified to speak.
Most of the Empire's military had been dispatched to the five major frontlines, leaving the fewest number of Soldier Generals defending Rota Star in its history.
At this critical mont, the Marshal was still requesting reinforcents while most of the troops were away. Who would protect him?
"Tell the Marshal that, if necessary, he can authorize the production of planet bombs, preferably those with life-destroying capabilities!" The Emperor's eyes were ruthless.
His words sent shockwaves through his subordinates. Planet bombs were no laughing matter. Even the simplest unmanned planet, when turned into a bomb, had a destructive force that surpassed the strike of a Large Galaxy-level Powerhouse.
If a life-bearing planet were turned into a bomb, its destructive power would be even greater!
However, on a life-bearing planet, there are at least billions of lives. If we detonate a planet like that, it would an the death of our own Empire's citizens.
So senior officials began to advise against it, but at this point, Emperor had run out of options. He insisted on his course of action and ordered the ssage to be relayed to the Marshal.
On the frontline, the Marshal received the ssage, and he was left dumbfounded.
He had never imagined that His Majesty would suggest such a reprehensible idea. Planet bombs were one thing, but could we really detonate a life-bearing planet?
If news of this matter got out, the reputation of the Rota Empire would plumt. Even if they managed to deal with the Red Alert Empire, chaos might erupt afterward. Who would want to remain in an Empire that would use its own citizens' lives as bombs?
The Marshal sighed deeply. His entire life had been dedicated to the Empire, and this was a command from His Majesty. He had no choice but to obey.
"Get soone to find so uninhabited planets and manufacture planet bombs."
On the other side, Su Chen stood in the main base, watching the scene before him. It was the Red Alert Empire's army launching a full-scale assault on the Rota Empire's frontline.
To expedite Libra's return, Su Chen had shared a thod with Yun Ru, and the result had been an unprecedented surge in her emotions. She had rapidly developed a multitude of technologies, significantly faster than before.
Yun Ru understood her role well. She was a researcher, and if she could develop better technology, her contributions would outweigh those of others on the battlefield.
Thanks to the achievents Yun Ru had made through her research, the Red Alert Empire's army had been ard to the teeth, directly occupying vast areas of the Rota Empire's star domain and closing in on Rota Star.
According to the information from the spy, Emperor of Rota had already been considering moving the planet backward.
"Spy Number One, mobilize the mbers of the Shadow Hall for an assassination mission targeting Emperor of Rota."
Currently, Spy Number One still belonged to the third tier, and ascending to the second tier was extrely challenging. Without opportunities, there was nothing he could do.
However, the third tier was sufficient. Spy Number One had discovered a place where Shadow Hall mbers could interact and trade. Here, any Shadow Hall mber could issue tasks, and as long as the rewards were sufficient, even first-tier Shadow Hall mbers could participate.
This ti, Su Chen had Spy Number One issue a mission: assassinate Emperor of Rota.
Su Chen suspected that the previous assassination had been orchestrated to deliberately provoke hostilities between Rota Empire and the Red Alert Empire. Of course, given their pre-existing hostile relationship, the outco would have been the sa even without that assassination.
"Commander, what reward should we offer?"
"A chance for stable evolution!"
Not long after, mbers of the Rota Empire's Shadow Hall went wild. They had discovered a new mission, and the reward was an opportunity for stable evolution!
In the universe, which race wouldn't want to evolve?
However, many thods of evolution were perilous, often leading to death. Unless soone was truly determined to take the risk, most universe races wouldn't choose such an unstable path of evolution.
But if there was an opportunity for stable evolution, no one would pass it up!
At this mont, on a deserted planet, a person opened their eyes. "An opportunity for stable evolution? Is this third-tier mber a Lucky One, or is there soone behind them?"
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