This was once a military node set up by the lowa in a desolate area, frad by a large constant star system, consisting of a primary military planet, nurous space entities, and extensive military facilities within a two-light-year range around the star system. The entire military node was located at the fringe of this remote galaxy. But now—it is rely a battlefield that has been tidied up. The fortresses and starports that used to occupy the space have turned into cooled tallic slag and dispersing clouds. A dium-sized fleet stationed here by the lowa was mostly sunk around the starport before they could even set sail. Scattered large wrecks have already been towed away by auxiliary ships in the morning for recycling, intended for manufacturing so cost-effective frawork facilities in the asteroid belt. I plan to build two more production bases on the edge of this star system’s asteroid belt to supplent the production deficiency of low-level military units.
The Imperial Admiral and the escort fleet remain stationary above the original central planet of the military node system. This is the high orbit of that planet. Wreckages near the planet’s gravity circle are being accelerated and guided to fall by the gravity oscillator. Hence, from this position, you can see sparks continuously erging on the planet’s surface below. It is the fragnts of wreckage from space constantly falling into the scorching atmosphere. I imagine there must be an extraordinarily spectacular teor shower occurring there. In fact, Qianqian has already gone down there; she claims it’s to accelerate the construction of a surface base, but I suspect she is more interested in watching the teor shower. With that whimsical girl’s nature, nothing she does on the battlefield would be surprising.
Lin Xue and I stand on the platform atop the Imperial Admiral, watching the dark planet before us. Originally covered with steel and oceans, with a scant amount of vegetation, it is now unrecognizable. A dark red hue encompasses the entire land, where torrents ford by lted steel and magma intermingle, flowing endlessly along the original river courses. In the cooling process, they form spreading luminous streaks, making the entire planet resemble an ugly, rotten orange. The molten wave created by the explosion of EOP-03 has just subsided. Everything on the planet’s surface seed to have been resurfaced like hot butter. There are now several notably massive dents on this planet, which were once its oceans. The edges of these dents are sowhat blurred, with the coastlines that lted around them collapsing: the molten crust has mainly exhibited liquid characteristics over the past few minutes. A planet, the ridges, and cliffs ford over hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of years due to weathering, water flow, crustal movent, and teorite impacts have been wiped away in re minutes. The surging liquid crust smoothed everything, turning into ever-changing wave patterns, but soon, all of this will cool down. The magma waves will form new mountains and valleys, and rapid crustal movents will recreate cliffs and abysses over the next few millennia. This planet will gain a new life amidst the flas, and we are accelerating this process.
"The entire atmosphere seems to have been replaced." Miss Prophet pointed to the altered planet below, remarking, "It’s said that the explosion of EOP-03 sucked all the atmosphere into outer space, and now it’s a new atmospheric environnt there."
"Not all of it, but about eighty percent was sucked away," I nodded, "Much of the current atmosphere is a result of EOP-03’s catalysis... but that issue isn’t important. Qianqian is accelerating the planet’s cooling and solidifying process. In another half hour, we can deploy the crust stabilizers, then drop half of the mother ships and the General City. The base can start operating."
"Half?" Miss raised an eyebrow, "Are you planning to build the other half of the base in space?"
"Three-dinsional construction is the way to go," I shrugged, "Well, actually, it was Sandora’s suggestion..."
Speaking of Sandora, Her Majesty the Queen is no longer here; she is now beyond this world—in the Void Area. She needs to unveil her Glory Form in a place where no one can disturb it, as the incredibly strong spiritual waves of the Yurasis Imperial Power, enveloped in dazzling golden light, would be an easily targeted mark if left outside. Sandora’s Glory Form is of a swift type; even without transforming through ’special thods’ (naly self-destructing in combat form), the speed at which she unfolds her Glory Form is several tis that of other Angel Envoys. However, even so, this process is estimated to take several days, aning Sandora won’t have the ti to command battles over the next few days. However, I estimate that I can manage... Well, perhaps my estimation might not be professional enough, but we’ve brought along Sivis and a bunch of veteran commanders who have experienced countless battles, so there won’t be much problem in military command.
According to the intelligence we had previously gathered, the lowa’s domain extends beyond just this one world; they have already dominated more than a dozen universes, with this universe housing the Capital Star being only a part of their territory. Thus, the Imperial Army simultaneously launched surprise attacks on other worlds. We brought along a massive legion that, under the circumstances of a surprise attack, is sufficient to inflict significant damage on each lowa World. The main fleet has already split into a dozen routes; when the Royal Fleet on our side launched their assault, several other fleets also simultaneously invaded various universes. The battle reports have just been compiled with results as smooth as ours here: the complacent grassroots lowa Army lacked the necessary vigilance. They’ve been invincible for too long, so when faced with a sudden attack, most garrison forces didn’t have ti to react. Battles in several other universes are ending successively or approaching their conclusion. Currently, so sub-fleet commanders are establishing outposts in the newly occupied zones. We aim to ignite warfare in every lowa World, causing Barrian to be alard and overwheld, but we’ve also considered how multi-front operations might weaken combat strength and impact command systems. Therefore, so sub-fleet commanders didn’t settle in the attacked areas after their mission but are instead leading their fleets to rge with other sub-fleets.
After so study, we discovered special utilization values in so universes outside the lowa Capital. So of them are simply settlents for slave races, rely providing resources and population to the lowa under usual circumstances. One of them is a pure ’chicken rib’ world, the slave race is weak and few in population, with hardly any valuable resources. The lowa have scarcely left any military forces there. These universes are of low value, with weak defenses, and aren’t taken seriously by Barrian. However, for an Imperial Army that doesn’t need to rely on external resources for expansion, the value of these worlds is unaffected. While making the lowa Capital World the main battlefield, we’ve also dispatched nurous ’Erosion Fleets’ carrying Xyrin Hosts to those barren worlds. These fleets will establish more bridgeheads in the lowa’s weakly defended worlds. I believe that when Barrian finally reacts, he will find his territory’s corners already brimming with the Empire’s artillery.
Two hours later, the planet before us has been urgently processed, and Qianqian’s ti acceleration allowed the planet to restore even better than expected. Part of its surface crust has been forcibly stabilized. Although the Xyrin Base has almost no environntal requirents and can even operate normally in the Constant Star Core, I still prefer to stand on solid ground, as it aligns more with my habits.
The Imperial Admiral and so of the giant Mother Ships began descending, disassembling simultaneously upon contact with the upper atmosphere. The massive starships slowly disintegrate, and the starship armor plates peel off, rapidly and accurately rushing toward the ground. Before they touch the ground, they are partially modified through the Super Space-Ti Device, transforming into base foundations and support structures. The original firepower platforms on the armor plates convert into ground-based air defense points and Planet Fortress Cannons, while auxiliary mounting interfaces convert into universal insertion ports for various factory facilities; the preset factory modules in the starships transition from shipboard mode to planetary mode, gaining higher production efficiency and more expansion space. They detach from the warship frawork, roaring as they fall to the ground, precisely positioning themselves within seconds of the starship armor base’s completion. The systems reboot within half a second, and the production lines start operating. They roar to life in the new connection mode and base layout, and a few minutes later, the first batch of War Puppet armies rolls off the production lines. These brand-new and loyal killing machines quickly run to the assembly point, preparing to board single soldier fighter jets and Assault Ships that will leave the assembly line later, steaming with heat. Without the need for excessive instructions, these war tools will assemble into an interstellar wolf pack in twenty-four hours, expanding geotrically every minute, and begin invading every place in this galaxy where lowa People breathe until all enemies are reduced to scorched earth.
And General City stood up the mont the first batch of single soldier fighter jets buzzed into outer space, shining brilliantly on this scorching land.
Lin Xue and I landed with the bridge section—well, now it’s General City’s command tower—together. I have to say, landing with a several hundred-kiloter-long interstellar warship is far more thrilling than in a landing pod. Once the city’s shield closed, we ca outside the platform, watching this military city operate under a dazzling array of lights. Every factory in sight spews out war machines, and no matter how many tis you see it, the sense of awe never diminishes.
Even though these battlefield production units are re cannon fodder and embellishnts to the Xyrin Army system, I guess in this militarily weak, remote galaxy, they’re enough for the local lowa garrison to deal with.
Looking into the distance, the land is a dark red, with lava still flowing down the recently cooled mountains, and scorching lava rivers slowly moving across the dried base outside. General City underneath should be the sa. These conditions aren’t pleasant, but it’s far better than camping in the Constant Star Core—and better than an outer space base, at least you can still see the horizon. Large shadows slowly moved across the sky, dropping large chunks of structures as they went. That’s the second wave of giant mother ships dropping bases around General City. Soon, these Mother Ships will also descend like the Imperial Admiral, forming Satellite Cities of General City. This scene is not the first ti I’ve seen it, but I still find it interesting.
At the edge of the city, a barrack has just landed, with parts of its base smashing onto the edge of a Magma Lake, splashing a massive wave of lava tens of ters high. Two Armored Scorpions were initially watching "houses drop from the sky" with interest by the Magma Lake, only to have the lava splashed onto them. They found new amusent and jumped into the magma, splashing each other. A Raven silently jumped down from the barrack, looked at the two playful Scorpions drily, and casually cast a Polar Freeze, solidifying the Magma Lake... The Raven turned and left, hiding her achievents and reputation.
The two Scorpions, now covered in black lava stone, crawled out of the solidified Magma Lake, continuing their patrol.
They didn’t bother the Raven because they saw a Leader Bee passing by; fighting now would likely result in being lectured until the following morning...
Dry, hot air filled with non-oxygen gases surrounded , not comfortable. I looked around and noticed Visca’s absence; only Pandora was beeping by my leg, which piqued my curiosity: "Where’s your sister?"
"Went to the Earth’s core." Pandora replied succinctly. I imdiately understood: this must be Visca’s curiosity and drive at work. It seems it’s difficult to understand what that girl is interested in again. It could be the taste of iron solution, or maybe she simply wants to have a sauna swim... Speaking of which, is it even possible to swim at the Earth’s core?
"The military nodes here are not densely packed. Another military node is seventy-six light-years away," Lin Xue said slowly, gazing at the semi-molten mountain ranges collapsing like an avalanche in the distance. "That military node was bombed once by the Fourth Fleet, but it seems there’s no strategic value. Sivis ordered a complete removal of the two neighboring constant star systems there and then established a space fortress a few light-years away. If the lowa people counterattack this area, they will fall into a trap. If they don’t counterattack, the space fortress forms a union with the General Star."
I was taken aback: "General Star?"
Miss stomped her foot: "This one you’re standing on—since it doesn’t have a na, and I’m too lazy to think of one, Qianqian casually nad it General Star because the Imperial Admiral landed here. You should be thankful she didn’t na it Rotten Orange Star..."
I secretly wiped my sweat and couldn’t help but recall Qianqian’s bizarre naming style.
At this mont, a rhythmic tal tapping sound ca from behind us. I turned my head and saw that Vega was approaching spiritedly, with Qianqian equally spirited sitting on her carapace; Scorpion Sister had once again been used as a mount.
"Commander, Tulazo is online and wishes to et with you."
Vega saluted and activated the projection generator she was holding, while Qianqian slid off Scorpion Sister’s back, going off to play with her adopted mini divh.
"Yo, Tulazo, long ti no... well, not that long," I waved my hand to greet when I saw Tulazo’s aged face appear in the holographic projection. "We’ve already conquered the outer star systems."
"I have received the intel," Tulazo nodded expressionlessly, "but it was through the lowa people’s channels. You’ve launched a very aggressive attack, destroying every Level III military node in each world with a single raid, and leaving one survivor at each node... I didn’t expect the Empire to start using psychological warfare tactics as well."
"Just a suggestion from a certain black loli," I shrugged, "Tell about your intel, how is the reaction within lowa now? What’s Barrian doing?"
"I’m afraid there’s no good news, Barrian hasn’t been scared into a panic, nor have his loyal troops. The places you destroyed were all peripheral outposts, guarded by soldiers assigned by Barrian’s ’Holy Army’ due to limited combat power and poor discipline. What remains are the truly combat-capable units of the lowa people, all brainwashed and fiercely loyal to Barrian, almost like a group of fanatics. They won’t feel fear; your psychological offensive has very limited effect on a group without a psyche."
"Has Barrian grown to this level?" I felt my eyebrow twitch slightly, "Well, it’s expected. He believes he at least has a card that won’t lose miserably, and his troops don’t have any fear emotions... However, I reckon they are still caught in chaos."
"Yes, indeed, almost all the lowa-dominated stars are in turmoil," Tulazo gave a peculiar smile, "a bit... like paranoid madness. Your sudden appearance has had a trendous impact on all the lowa people, not about fear, more like subverting their worldview. As far as I know, every planet is currently under extre martial law. All civilians and slave races are strictly restricted in communication and freedom of activity, except for the lowa soldiers. Barrian doesn’t trust his own people, believing they are plotting a rebellion. This distrust has intensified to the extre. He’s mobilizing his main forces, but I don’t think he’ll choose to attack... because for now, he has no idea where the main force of the Imperial Army is. Your full line attack was a brilliant move; Barrian believes he’s under siege by ten legions..."
"Alright, I doubt you have much more detailed intel," I waved my hand, "How’s the persuasive work on the conservatives and the infiltration work with the slave races coming along?"
"The forr is progressing very smoothly," Tulazo smiled bitterly, "after all, there are only so many conservatives... Thanks to Barrian’s targeted exclusion of the conservatives, they have been pushed to the lowest positions, easiest for to contact them. When they and Barrian’s main forces set out together, I’ll provide you with a special channel, through which you can contact the conservatives’ officers, and at that ti, they will attack Barrian’s troops from the rear, hoping you can at least offer so support."
"Don’t worry, at least for now the conservatives and the Imperial Army are allies, aren’t they," I grinned, "about the slave races..."
"This is the main focus," Tulazo’s eyes turned serious, "I want to confirm, is Her Majesty Sandora really powerful enough to control the spirits of every individual across dozens of races?"
"You an..."
"I’m planning on organizing a slave uprising—a super revolt erupting across all worlds, on every planet." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Reviews
All reviews (0)