In the cold darkness of the universe, the faintest stellar light, reflected on the scarred outer walls of the battleship, is like blaspheming the twisted gods in the ocean, silently mocking the despair and greed of the world.

A vast fleet of the Empire of Humanity is navigating between the void and the wreckage, its hard bow brutally squeezing through the shattered twisted steel, arrogantly asserting its status and glory as the victor.

This is the wave of followers of the Lord of the Second Legion, the Emperor's Twenty-Third Expeditionary Fleet, who have just accomplished a great deed, defeating and slaughtering an entire alien alliance of their size and strength in the distant and dark Cornwall galaxy in the name of the Lord of Humanity and the Genetic Primordial.

Hundreds of twisted void engines were torn apart by the spears and cannons of the human warships, throwing shattered metal and embarrassing severed limbs like screaming beasts shedding silvery-white blood.

The more stubborn and valuable alien warships have ushered in an even more tragic fate, and a large number of cathar warriors, led by Father Mechanic and Astarte, have poured into those priceless alien engines, slaughtering all the guardians with the most efficient and ruthless slaughter, bringing the human technology crystals stolen by those aliens back to the light of Omnisaiah, and carrying out the necessary purification and research.

And beyond these minions, on the core battlefield of the war, the Queen of Glory and the powerful mechanical ark tore apart their opponents at a faster speed, and the Krut War Ball Ship, which is the core combat force of the Alien Alliance, has become the most dazzling ruin in the entire galaxy, and the nine-kilometer-long ship controlled by the bird alien has become a victim of a brutal murder, like a huge beast claw disemboweling the upper body of the entire human race, and an unimaginable wound directly penetrates the blasphemous giant ship, Almost splitting it in two, revealing a completely destroyed subspace engine and plasma drive.

It was the work of the Genetic Prototype, part of her unfathomable power, and the Lord of the Legion came to an end in the battle: the two main forces of the Alien Alliance, Klut and Ida Pirates, were annihilated by her smile and storm.

The former, along with their motherships, were completely destroyed by a devastating long-range psionic attack, and the inhabitants of the Comoros, who rushed into the battlefield, did not even really engage in the battle, leaving a series of miserable and eerie screams in the public communication channel, and then lost control and crashed in the center of the battlefield.

So, when the fleet of the Human Empire sailed into the thirteenth Terra standard hour of the Cornwall system, the last alien ships that still had the will to resist were reduced to ashes in thousands of cannon fire, the warships of the Second Legion regrouped together and cheered at their Mother of Genes, while the losers of the battle would despair to see that the entire galaxy had been briefly sealed off by the will of the Spider Queen, and their fate was met only by the ruthless dissection of the researchers of Reza.

The orange-robed mechanical priests were the busiest of the men after the battle, driving their ships back and forth between each broken xenomorph war engine, like the greenskins of the Deadkull Clan reveling in the ruins, the Ryza dragged everything they were interested in to their ships, whether it was the precious instruments, the alien technology, or the living experiments captured with the help of the Daybreaker, or the plasma drive on the Klut ship, It also made the representative of the army smile, repeatedly singing the preciousness of the Little Double-headed Eagle Alliance.

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"We were able to deal with the Alien Alliance's fleet much faster than planned, and while the pirates from the Aeldari were indeed an unexpected factor, they didn't even have a chance to fire a bomb after the original took action in person."

Replacing Marshall, the chief commander who remained behind in Avalon, the Knight Bayard now sits on Morgan's right-hand side, acting as the interpreter of the meeting, telling the projections in front of the crowd.

"And after annihilating the alien fleet, as we deduced, the Gladstones are sending their main fleet to the Cornwall system, their every move is in the field of view of our underwriters, and they themselves did not expect our speed to be so fast, so we have enough time to complete the ambush before the Gladstone fleet enters the Cornwall system."

"It is also at this time that the campaign against Gladstone has officially begun, and our first strategy is to completely annihilate Gladstone's main fleet before it can become a combat force or send an alarm to Gladstone's home planet, so as to destroy the enemy's Void Power."

"In order to achieve this goal, we have made four preparations."

"First of all, we have mobilized as many as three digits of warships, including the Queen of Glory and the Mechanical Ark, forming an absolute numerical superiority."

"Secondly, our sleeper forces have initially infiltrated the local fleet, leaving hidden dangers on a quarter of the enemy's ships through substitution, threat and persuasion."

"Third, the Electronic Warfare Department, specially established by the Genetic Prototype, and the mechanical priests of Reza have teamed up to use five different electronic waste codes and control viruses to ensure that the enemy's communication and command system can be controlled and paralyzed at the first moment of the naval battle."

"Finally, a small subspace storm that was raised by the genoplasma itself will also fundamentally interfere with and disrupt the Gladstone fleet through psionic means."

"And after we've put all of the above preparations in place, the Gladstone fleet also arrived in the Cornish system in the time we deduced, and was immediately attacked by our electronic warfare offensive."

"At that moment, the battle began."

"At that moment, the battle can also be declared over."

"We settled the battle within an hour, more than a third of the enemy ships were destroyed by artillery fire, and the rest were completely paralyzed by the scrap code offensive, or chose to surrender in response to the lurking personnel of our army."

"From the beginning to the end, the Gladstone home planet did not receive a single call for help, and even when we jumped directly to the central region of the Gladstone system along the subspace route information of the enemy fleet, they did not know that they were attacked."

"Our army destroyed the enemy's fortresses on the edge of the galaxy in the shortest possible time, controlled Mandeville Point, and ensured the stable entry of large forces, and then, we divided our fleet to block the rest of the galaxy, and sent an elite force composed of Astarte and the Mechanic Cult to storm the orbital space station over Gladstone's home planet with the help of the undercover personnel."

"It was only at this time that the enemy discovered that their home planet was under attack."

"And it was at this time that the Gladstone Reconquest officially began."

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"There's just a message from the VIII. Battle Space Station, Commander-in-Chief."

A cold voice woke the Supreme Commander of Gladstone from his intermittent naps, and forty years of military service urged him to open his eyes for the first time, and with the attention-enhancing potion that had been injected into his body roaring in his veins, he was completely awake in the next second, looking at the source of the sound.

It was an officer, and the rank on his shoulder indicated that he had a certain position in the High Command, but the Commander-in-Chief was unrecognizable: most of the people in this command wore a specially machined closed helmet containing a special code symbolizing status.

The Commander knew that this was the result of the struggle between the Carritt family and the Triumvirate, a struggle between this superfamily and the three large families that had been going on on in Gladstone for thousands of years, permeating every aspect of the entire world, and that he was just one of the lucky ones picked out by the Triumphur from among the civilian officers, sitting in this sensitive position, maintaining a kind of balance.

"What's going on?"

The Commander hurried to his podium, and although he was already an old man, and he was not blessed with the rejuvenating potion that the Caloriet family monopolized, he still habitually maintained a tough attitude.

"What did the VIII space station send back?"

"The space station sent back a string of random codes, without any possibility of translation and parsing, it contacted and transmitted more than twenty sets of codes in thirty seconds, the communications department wants to be allowed, do you want to continue to accept it?"

“…… Continue, and order them to open a new passage, and ask the two stations adjacent to the VIII. space station if they have found anything unusual? ”

"Understood, in addition, the main fleet bound for the Cornwall system has not sent back a communication for more than five hours, and we need to make additional contact."

"No, it's the norm to send out the contact in five hours."

The commander gave the officer a strange look, he had a strange feeling about the person in front of him, but the code read on his helmet assured him that this was a liaison lieutenant who was directly responsible to him, and that he was indeed on duty today.

Maybe it's a newcomer from the Caritt family who has come to gild.

The Commander rubbed his brow, trying not to think about the political maelstrom that would draw him into, knowing full well that Gladstone had not been peaceful lately, and that more and more political violence was happening one after another in the history books, keeping the Carritt family and the Triumvirate in a strange standoff.

The self-proclaimed human empire had sent another large delegation before, but it was attacked by a large wave of unknown mobs on the surface, and after tossing and turning chicken feathers all over the ground, the two forces that investigated separately announced that the other party was the one who started it.

For a time, the entire Gladstone could be said to be surging, and he, the nominal supreme commander, couldn't help but cast a mouse.

I just hope that everything is peaceful, after all, he will retire in two or three years.

He prayed to himself, and then planned to take a nap for a while, as the sun shone on the other side of the world, and the main town of Gladstone was drowsy.

But before the Commander could close his eyes as he returned to his hard bed, an explosion several floors away pierced the air and into his brain.

"What's going on!"

He jumped to his feet and grabbed the pistol next to the bed, and the second one he picked up was the communicator, but there was only a jumble of electromagnetic syllables in it, and he slammed it twice, then angrily threw it aside, grabbed the other spare one, and still did it.

He staggered, got dressed again, and rushed out of his room, angry at the sound of running and shouting down the hallway, but fortunately, the officer trotted all the way over.

"Something is wrong with the communication room! Commander! ”

"What's going on?"

"The specifics are unclear, all the communication equipment is in a state of inactivity, and a fire suddenly breaks out in the communication room, and we can't enter it for the time being, and we can't contact any of the departments outside."

The commander was stunned for a moment, but decades of military career made him immediately understand what was going on, he picked up the officers in front of him, and rushed to his command room in a panting, looking at the officers from all walks of life who seemed to be gathered here from all directions, looking at the dazedness and stupidity on their faces, he grabbed the file on the side and slammed it on the wall, attracting the attention of this group of people.

"It's an enemy attack! We are under the attack of the enemy's electronic warfare! ”

"Re-establish the communication system now! Turn on the spare communication room! Emergency protection and anti-virus for communication systems! Or look for communicators that still work! ”

"Tell them, bring all the legions to combat readiness! Yes! All! ”

"Open all Void Shields! Use all means to get in touch with our space station, deep space outposts, and fleet! Order them to send out their own Void Forces! Rush back now! Rush back now! ”

"Tell the patriarchs! Wake them all up to me! Tell them! I need the key to the central warehouse, I need permission to start our GM ......"

"Bang-"

Before the hoarse roar had subsided, a violent explosion that was definitely not surpassed by the screams of any creature rose up wantonly in everyone's ears, and in the gradually quiet night sky, it was so abrupt and brutal that it drove everyone in the command room into the predicament of temporary deafness, and as the commander staggered to stabilize his figure, he heard an officer standing by the window shouting loudly.

"Command Center! It's an air defense interception command center! Oh, my God! It was blown up! ”

Before the words fell, another brutal explosion sounded, quickly ignited in everyone's shock, this time, the sound of the explosion was extremely close, and the fire even shone on every face in the command room, and the earth that came with the sound of the explosion shook so that everyone could not stand firm, reminding them of the strength of the attack.

"That's a generator! That's the Void Shield's generator! ”

The voices by the windows were still roaring hoarsely, accompanied by loud shouts, the rumbling of explosions came and went, and the crimson light was one after another in the silence of the night, like drops of bright red dye dripping from a calm water glass, and for a while, more than a dozen hideous clouds rose in the sky above this specially planned military base.

The Commander's ears were bloody, and he opened his mouth to scream, or to roar angrily, to continue to order the children of the family in front of him, or to yell at the fool who kept shouting by the window, but before he could utter all the words, his teeth and ears were drowned out by the most terrible explosion.

This time, he heard clearly.

The explosion was right at his feet.

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Ezio couldn't help but blink as he looked at the flaming command center in the distance.

He lowered his head, glanced at his to-do list again, and looked up again, looking at the command center that he had definitely not detonated, and fell into a brief silence.

Why did the target of his mission explode before he could do it?

The young Shadow Champion was in a state of some kind of shock, crouching at the feet of the panicked Gladstone soldiers, blinking innocently, the expression under his helmet like a dazed Tibetan fox.

Suddenly, he felt a breath approaching at a rapid pace, and in the next second, he could tell who it was.

"Edward?"

With confusion, a cheerful figure landed beside the Shadow Champion, who looked at the trajectory of his movements, sniffed his breath, and frowned.

"You robbed me of my mission."

"You have three missions, Ezio, but I only have one, and I've done it with nothing to do, and the sooner you destroy these things, the better, isn't it?"

"You robbed me of my mission."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

Edward spread his hands in the shadows, his apology so insincere that Ezio's brow remained tightly locked.

"Very well, now I have nothing to do, what are we going to do?"

"I remember that the C-3 squad was within our range of activity, and their mission seemed to be somewhat overloaded."

“……”

“……”

"Together?"

"Together."

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"Under the offensive of electronic warfare that was launched in advance, we uprooted several of the most threatening space stations in the time that the home planet of Gladstone was not detected, and at the same time as we attacked the others, we started the offensive on the surface of Gladstone."

"The first wave of the surface offensive was accomplished by a large number of drones that we ordered from Reza, accompanied by our land stealth forces, with the highest priority targets being the generator areas of the various main Void Shields, the medium and advanced air defense command centers, the radar station hubs, and the air defense control command and communication system, the main purpose of which was to destroy the main means of defense of the Gladstone army, as well as to destroy their integrated strategic air defense system."

"Thanks to our extensive infiltration of Gladstone and thorough electronic warfare before the start of the war, we destroyed our fleet's communications system long before it arrived, which ensured that our first offensive was unhindered, destroying all the air defense centers and some of the generators in five minutes."

"In order to do this, we secretly stuffed a large number of Home Office fighters and mortal agents into our team during the previous two visits, especially the Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel who infiltrated during the first visit, and managed to stir up a large number of disgruntled people during the second visit, causing a long period of chaos and covering more of our forces to infiltrate Gladstone."

"Before the battle began, the number of Astarte warriors lurking in Gladstone on our side had exceeded a thousand, and there was even an overabundance of manpower in the dispatch of missions."

"It was thanks to the hard work of these fighters that we were able to accomplish our first goal as quickly as possible, and at the same time, the battle for the remaining space station ended in victory."

"At this point, the enemy can pose a threat to our fleet, only a few defense guns, multiple laser cannons, and small missile silos, as well as a few super-heavy anti-ship missile arrays, but under the premise that our electronic warfare has destroyed the enemy's ship communication network, these anti-aircraft firepower that cannot launch a joint offensive has lost most of the threat, and our main fleet has entered low-earth orbit and can launch direct orbital bombardment."

"If this were a pure alien world, the war could have been declared over."

"However, this is a human world, and its most valuable resources are intact industrial areas and populations, so we cannot carry out unbridled orbital bombardment, and we must carry out further landing operations."

"At this point, the second step of this war begins."

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desert

Plane.

Missile.

Bombing.

Sleepless.

The soldiers cowered in his trenches, the pit he had never hoped for before, but became his only recourse, for the swarms of demons were hovering above him, and any tall buildings and fortresses would be their first targets, wiped out by the combined onslaught of endless fire and whistling missiles, and even the most stubborn and tall command fortress did not survive a minute in the face of such a nightmare.

Yes, he was sure, because he had seen with his own eyes how the command fortress had crumbled under the combined attack of a dozen missiles, because he was one of the guards who had been guarding the district defense chief and the inspector sent by the capital to retreat into the bunker, because he was at the door of the bunker at this moment, and he could even hear the fierce quarrel between the district defense chief and the inspector in this old building.

He listened carefully to the quarrels, for he longed to find something for himself to do, to make him forget the constant whistling sound of death in the sky, and the myriad of lightning bolts that dragged the long figure with it.

From the moment the canopy began to fall into darkness, these deaths from beyond the stars began to flash in the sky, followed by the never-ending sound of explosions on the distant horizon, and the overwhelming return fire of those huge anti-aircraft weapons arrays, and the tragic fate that befell one after another.

The first hour was the most enduring, the explosions and screams from all directions were like a summoning song from hell, even waking up the dead in the graves, and the remaining giant anti-aircraft guns were slaughtered in this phase, with dozens or hundreds of deadly blows rising as far as the ears could catch every second.

And at a certain point in time, these continuous explosions suddenly died down, leaving only the slight friction left by tens of millions of silver and white bee swarms across the sky, but the killing did not stop, the precision strikes from the air and from afar continued, and in the next few hours, until midnight, the non-dense blows never stopped, and the explosions only rang out every few seconds or even minutes, but they kept beating the psychological defenses of the survivors.

The soldier cowered at his post, and he felt as if there were comrades around him, but none of them stopped in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces were the same fear and confusion as his.

He looked up, and he saw a steady stream of silver-white swarms brushing over his head, he saw the huge array of firepower in the distance huddle with him in the only remaining Void Shield, he saw the officers entering the bunker continuously, he heard the quarrels inside never stopping, he saw one herald after another whispering and complaining, running to all fronts with manpower, passing on one new order after another.

But he was still confused.

He didn't know how much strength was left in the line of defense in front of him, and under the threat of those silver-white deaths, he didn't dare to move around at will, or even look at another corner of the trench.

He didn't even know if it existed, because as he had evacuated here, he had seen with his own eyes how a trailing missile had smashed into a well-established trench with precision, sending hundreds of soldiers howling in flames and turning to ashes.

He looked up, he looked left and right, he longed to find a true comrade-in-arms, but everyone was hurrying under the urging of the silent gods of death in the sky, and his pupils were full of dazed and fearful, as if he was the only one in the whole world resisting those unspeakable opponents.

Eventually, he cowered in the trenches. Hour after hour, he was accompanied only by the tearing sound of the wings piercing the sky, or the wave of air from a missile hitting another target in the distance.

He didn't even see a real enemy, but he seemed to have lost the war again.

The Grim Reaper in the sky did not seem interested in their troops on land, they were constantly leaping and chasing, destroying more valuable targets, he felt that in these trenches and fortresses there might be an army of millions of men, but now they were useless, they had no communication, no orders, not even an enemy to shoot, they became deaf and blind in the empty trenches, waiting for their death sentences.

When did the war become like this?

The soldier gritted his teeth, trembled, and stroked his gun.

And just then, he heard the brawl in the bunker rise to a whole new level, and he heard the Captain of Defense and the Inspector screaming at the same time, ordering him to enter.

He was stunned, knowing that the two sharp commands had been heard a second time clearly, and then he picked up his gun in a bit of a daze and walked into the command room.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the two supreme officers facing each other across a messy command table, and the inspector from the capital, who still maintained the demeanor of a high-ranking official, raised his head and looked at the defense chief opposite him with contempt.

The defense chief is an old commander who has been followed by soldiers for more than ten years, and it is said that he used to be a big man in the capital area, but after refusing to pay a bribe and offending a certain big man of the Carit family, he was demoted here, and he stayed here for more than ten years.

"You're treason!"

The Inspector spoke first, his voice was an unbearable sharpness, the boy bared his teeth like a dog, his military uniform had been modified, it looked like a military uniform, it looked like a dress, it made people want to laugh.

"Soldier, go tell the control room and open the Void Shield."

The Chief of Defense, dressed in a modest military uniform, glanced at the pistol clenched in the Inspector's hand, and walked slowly around the command table casually, as if it were an ordinary afternoon, and he gave another ordinary order.

The Inspector uttered a profanity, and the muzzle of his gun turned to the soldier, and then to the chief of defense, as if he was struggling with which figure to threaten. And at this moment, the defense chief suddenly spoke.

"You know what? Just two hours ago, I seized the moment when communications could be briefly restored to send a message informing the intruders of a massive landing here, not to the temporary command center, but to the most powerful Army Corps closest to us. ”

"At the same time, within the range they can detect, the enemy's fleet is indeed carrying out the most obvious landing operation, and the landing direction is the defense area for which I am responsible."

"Do you know what that means?"

"What?"

The Inspector was momentarily confused, and the muzzle of his gun was habitually pointed at the soldiers on the side, not even seeing the soldiers quietly dodging.

And at this time, the defense chief slammed into the attack, pounced on the inspector who was less than two meters away from him, his movements were so agile that he did not look like a dying old man, in the inspector's stunned eyes, his silent punch knocked over the boy from the capital, and the gunshots rang out, hitting the light bulb, making the whole room suddenly become bright and dark.

"Means you idiot military academy is fucking white."

The soldier saw it, and a happy smile appeared on the face of the defense chief.

"Flat terrain, continuous marching convoys, tens of thousands of tanks and armored vehicles crammed together, lack of adequate means of air defense and the necessary cover, and the enemy has complete fucking superiority in air firepower! The entire orbit is their battleship! The whole sky is filled with their warplanes and drones! ”

"Guess what's going to happen next?"

"Half of them make it here alive, and it's the gods who bless you fools!"

"That is, you guys who haven't even learned the basics of the basics will think that if you have enough of a large group of super-heavy war engines or armored vehicles or something, you will be invincible and go on a rampage."

The Inspector was knocked to the ground, coughing with great difficulty, his pupils dazed to make him want to laugh, but he didn't stop him from biting the corner of his mouth, spurting out a mouthful of blood and letting out a fierce scream.

"You fool, you traitor, you wait, the Senate will execute you! And your bunch of cubs! ”

"My family."

The defense chief let out a most contemptuous laugh.

"They don't have to worry about you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the soldier, although he was still a little confused about the situation in front of him, but after more than ten years of obedience and orders, the soldier instinctively handed over the gun in his hand, and the defense chief skillfully loaded the bullet, and then pointed to the inspector who finally sensed a hint of death crisis.

"You ......"

"Fuck you, I just want to protect my family."

"And just now, they've come to me, right next door."

A crisp gunshot echoed in the small room for a long time, and the defense chief looked at the inspector's blown head, and he seemed to sigh softly, as if regretting that he had broken some kind of obsession that had lasted all his life.

After tossing the firearm aside, he slowly removed the unique armband from his neck and placed it on the table.

"It's as you wish, sir."

The defense commander saluted to the shadow next to the soldier, and it was only then that the soldier was stunned to find that there was a black-armored warrior standing beside him, who looked to be two or three meters tall.

"The Empire will remember your contributions."

The man in black armor didn't say much, and after the simplest of exhortations, he slowly picked up the armband.

"I remember a good friend of yours who seems to be the garrison commander of the main hive?"

Hearing this, the defense chief showed a bitter smile.

"Yes, my lord, he was my comrade-in-arms at the same time, and he was also affected by me, and he was unwilling to testify against me with perjury, so he was kicked to that cold bench by the commander of the main army and waited for death."

"Very well, I want to know, can this thing make him believe my word?"

"You know, the Empire brings mercy and security, we don't want more blood to be shed, and everyone in the Hive is innocent in this battle."

The soldier saw a glint in the defense chief's eyes.

"I can assure you, my lord, that will be enough for him to think everything through, please do it! You're right, those people are innocent, and we've had enough of the Karit family or other families! ”

"Good."

The black-armored warrior didn't speak again, he soon disappeared into the shadows again, and the soldier looked at the shadow with some disbelief, and even groped into it a few times, and never saw the most obvious black-armored warrior again.

At this time, the voice of the defense chief came again.

"Go, go and deliver my order, order them to lower the Void Shield, this is a signal that has been finalized in advance, this war has nothing to do with us now."

"We're defeated."

"That's lucky, isn't it?"

The soldier did not answer, but his steps became brisk, and he walked to the control room, and in a sigh and silent joy, he gave the order, and walked out of the bunker step by step.

He stood at the door of the bunker again, poking his head out of his trench, the silver-white Grim Reaper still flying over his head in droves, but it was only then that he could truly see that they were so far away in the sky, so far away that they seemed to exist in another world.

In his field of vision, bursts of yellow sand rolled up, dyeing the distant horizon a strange copper color, and he listened attentively, but in those ethereal yellow sands, he heard a heavy sound like summer thunder.

He carefully discerned, and finally, in the muffled thunderous sound, he heard the countless armored engines torn apart, and heard the sad and lamentable sound of the hordes of armies collapsing, and on the horizon, in the distant muffled thunder, there seemed to be a massacre.

But that's not about him anymore.

Then he stood there, just like that, looking at it from afar, I don't know how long it was, maybe an hour later, maybe it was past midnight, and he was going to extend towards the second half of the night, and he finally saw those huge meteors falling from the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth, and he finally saw the legendary iron birds, from the distant stars, to the sand dunes, and groups of warriors in silver armor came out of it.

Under them, there were one after another huge war engines that he had never seen before, incomparably terrifying, and at the end of another vision, he saw something even more terrifying walking down from the stars, it was a group of battlefield beasts more than ten meters high, or even tens of meters high, they just stood there silently, it was enough to make any army lose the courage to fight.

It's as if a god has thrown his weapons into this deplorable world, into this war that has no suspense.

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"In the second phase of the war, we have invested in formations of Shadow Swords, Stormblade and Rand Raiders, as well as dozens of god-machines belonging to the Legion of the Belligerents, and a certain number of Reza's Cathars."

"And before we actually put these ground forces into action, we conducted a deterrent operation with enemy anti-aircraft fire and emergency means, and from 8 p.m. to midnight, our warplanes flew a total of 100,000 sorties, including nearly 10,000 guided drones, to test hidden anti-aircraft fire points in Gladstone, or undetected backup military installations."

"And once the enemy's hidden fire equipment is discovered, within ten seconds, our sophisticated guided missiles will completely destroy it, and within four Terra standard hours, we have fired a total of more than 6,000 missiles and bundled bombs of various types, completely destroying all command centers and military facilities in Gladstone."

"At the same time, our electronic warfare has also entered a new phase, choosing to temporarily restore the enemy's communication network, giving them the illusion that they have destroyed our electronic offensive means, and also allowing those enemy personnel who have been persuaded by us to quickly convey the wrong information back."

"And everything we do is aimed at moving the enemy's main forces out of the industrial and residential areas, luring them to the desolate frontiers of this planet, so that the main battlefield will not hurt the elite areas we need, and at the same time, this tactic of avoiding the main residential areas can also make us encounter a little less resistance when we take over this planet in the future."

"After all, although there are a large number of people in these residential areas, but in the absence of sufficient weapons and equipment, information and intelligence, and organization and scheduling, it is difficult for them to launch a large-scale counterattack or hinder our advance, all our combat operations were completed overnight, and the main battlefield is concentrated in military facilities and areas outside the city, they simply cannot receive more detailed information."

"After successfully moving away from these main Gladstone armies and leaving their city defenses in a difficult situation with insufficient manpower, the occupation of urban and industrial areas began."

"We've also started to invest heavily in the Storm Bird Squadron, carrying elite infantry units and psionic squads to test and occupy important key nodes."

"And facts have proved that the special mobile unit formed by elite infantry and psionics can achieve a relative balance of firepower, mobility, and concealment in this kind of operation."

"The flexible power is enough to replace the heavy firepower equipment that is inconvenient to carry, and we only need thirty squads, a total of three hundred soldiers, to successfully make the enemy's temporary command center mistakenly believe that we have formed a main front of more than 100,000 soldiers, thus greatly depleting and dividing their strength."

"On the other hand, the experience we gained during the battle also proved that our decision to install enough drones for air support firepower in each special operations team was extremely correct, and none of the hundreds of squads we sent out were wiped out by the organization, and the number of casualties was limited to less than 50, and the sufficient fire support of drones allowed them to seize a considerable initiative when attacking and retreating."

"And the only cost of this is the attrition of the drones to a staggering level, with a full half of the tens of thousands of drones we ordered from Reza lost in one night."

[But it's worth it, isn't it?] 】

Morgan's chuckle temporarily interrupted Bayar's remarks.

She glanced at her children and found that they were a little ashamed to bow their heads, as if they did not dare to look at her, while others subconsciously raised their heads and chests at the moment when her gaze swept them, as if they wanted to show more heroism.

[After this battle, I have asked you for your battle testimonials or review books, I am very pleased, you have written very well, none of them fooled me, and even through these letters of yours, I have also seen some places that I have missed before. 】

[For example, several squads have shown that they were attacked by a militia team organized by an officer, and this counterattack even caused us casualties.] 】

[Did the officer die in battle?] Bayar? 】

"No, Mother, he was captured alive by the cathars after he was knocked out by an explosion during the war, and one of our soldiers recognized him, and he is now in prison."

[A commander who can organize a crowd to repel Astarte in the midst of such chaos should be in our auxiliaries, not in the prison.] 】

[Are you right?] 】

"Your will, Mother."

[Very well, I can see, my children, that with such good people joining our auxiliaries, in the future, our auxiliaries will become stronger, and with the assistance of such an army, we will leave less blood on the battlefield. 】

[That's what I care about. 】

[I see that many of you have mentioned it vaguely in the book, I seem to take this war very seriously, and I have made a lot of preparations, and many of you think that it is a waste to invest a thousand Astarte warriors just for the purpose of stealth activities, and to invest such a scale of Stormblade tanks and god machines in the subsequent landing operations, but let me tell you, my children. 】

[If I lose a hundred Stormblade tanks, I can go to Reza and ask them to build me another hundred.] 】

[How I lost a hundred warships, I can visit countless docks, so that I can have a hundred warships again. 】

[Even to say, oh, that sounds like an exaggeration: even if I lose a hundred Divine Machines, which is enough to cause the heavens to fall apart, it is not irreparable, and I can travel through those forged worlds, and exchange countless promises and favors for a hundred Titans who are willing to fight for me.] 】

[But, however, if I lose a hundred warriors, if I lose a hundred warriors who inherit my blood, if I become distressed because of a little attrition, let my warriors replace some of the things that can be accomplished by the bombs and flames with their lives, to hasten the arrival of the so-called victory, it will be irreversible. 】

[I can lose a hundred war engines, I can lose a hundred warships, I can even lose a hundred god machines, for me, these things are not irreplaceable, I can always find more supplements in more worlds. 】

But if I lose a hundred children, then I will really lose them forever, even if I go back to the end of time, even if I have walked through every star and every world in this galaxy, I will never find them again, and I will never be able to let any of them return to me. 】

[Therefore, my children, stop telling me why I have squandered my psionic energy in war, and do not think that my preparations for war are too detailed, I would rather have a thousand drills, ten thousand deductions for the simplest of wars, just as we have spent so long trying to take Gladstone and restart again and again with the war compass.] 】

[It took us less than fifteen hours to achieve victory, and for all this it took us fifteen days to repeat every possibility, or any kind of resistance, that we could encounter just so that one more warrior could return to the bridge of the battleship. 】

If you want to ask, then I can answer you now. 】

[Yes, the next war, the next war, until the last war we can experience, as long as I can do this, I will definitely do it, I will definitely use rich intelligence, perfect preparation, and tireless deduction and real-time grasping, in exchange for your life, even if it is only one. 】

Don't underestimate yourselves, you are only warriors to the Empire, but to me, you are also my children. 】

The Empire demands victory, and I ask you to come back alive. 】

[Therefore, I chose to hand over the victory to the Empire, and when all the victories have been finalized, can't I, as the mother of genes, be greedy for my own interests, so that my children, even one more, can see the victory tomorrow? 】

This is my war, children, and this is the war I will bring you. 】

[Perfect preparation. 】

[Tireless planning. 】

[Speak with firepower and maneuver.] 】

[All together. 】

[Finally.] 】

[You guys. 】

"Come back alive.] 】

——————

Bayar hummed briskly.

He shook his companions away, and shook them off again, and they couldn't keep up with his speed and pace, just as the bullets and psionic energy of his enemies couldn't keep up with his footsteps and blades.

Many times, he even has a doubt in his heart: why is he so powerful? Why, ever since he had this awareness, seemed to be more powerful than everyone he met?

With this doubt, Bayard couldn't help but look back at the road he had just walked, the narrow and long bloody road, in the corridor of the nest capital for thousands of meters, at this time there were hundreds of elite Gladstone warriors lying horizontally, they formed a strong fortress around machine guns, artillery, and even a war engine, enough to hinder the attack of thousands.

Fifteen minutes ago, they were still alive in the hundreds, until Bayar, humming his dissonant lilt tune, and holding two swords, one long and one short, came to the fortress.

Yes, he didn't even have a pistol with him, Bayar never disdained these long-range means, the blade of the sword in his hand was enough to solve everything that came his way.

Humming a ditty, Bayard rolled over and swayed like an uncatchable whirlwind of snow to and from the most advanced positions, not spending more than ten seconds in each trench, leaving a bloody throat when he finally left.

He dodged the shells, dodged the shrapnel that hurt the friendly troops, and he tossed and turned like a brisk swift in the violent explosions, clearing out the unsightly artillery and machine-gun positions one by one.

His battle was so terrifying, ruthless, and swift that the tank commander, who had opened the lid on the top floor and left his head exposed, grabbed Bayard by the head and carried him out before he could even shrink into the safety of his iron armor, and after stabbing him to death, he took the explosives that another defender tried to kill him and threw it into the engine of war.

By the time the war engine exploded with the help of friendly forces, Bayard had already killed all the life in the next trench, and by the time his somewhat departed ballad was hummed to the end, he had reached his final destination, leaving behind a land of dead corpses, all intact, except for a simple but fatal wound in the throat or heart.

As always, as Bayard turned his head, he heard a loud laugh like a brass bell coming from the distant clouds.

I don't know when the arrogant laughter seemed to follow in his footsteps, and every time he swung his blade and collected blood, it always came.

But this time, Bayar did not pay attention to it, his vision had been taken away by something else.

He smiled.

——————

It's dawn.

The wee hours of the morning came.

The war is over.

Bayard knew this, for he saw the signs of it all, for he had been overshadowed by the power of the protogen.

And, at this moment, in the nest of Gladstone, among the burning ruins and ethereal sand, the defenders who were still resisting, the invaders who were shrewdly calculating their attacks, when they chose to raise their heads, when they all looked at the sun that was quietly peeking out of the foothills, they all saw it all.

Without exception, they saw the silent menace that floated slowly in the faint laughter of the Spider Empress, and they saw the power and words of the Lord of the Second Legion.

No one knew when it had come to the skies of Gladstone, but when they saw it, it had proudly taken the position of the sun, and with the help of its increasingly bright and dazzling light, the terrifying giant cast its own shadow on the heads of every Gladstone.

Those who had some insight could recognize that it was their warship, the scarred and visibly wrecked, the various warships that once belonged to Gladstone, they had been mercilessly captured by a stubborn force, and then they had been spliced together by an invisible force they could not have imagined, their once-indestructible metal shells, now wailing in pain, forcibly twisted together. Pieced together a terrifying artistic image.

It was a terrible creation bound up by dozens of warships.

It is an eternal shadow that will always stay in the hearts of Gladstone.

It was a malevolent genogen using her strength and will, with the silent war giants and space stations of Gladstone.

formed.

propped up.

Floating in the sky.

that which blocks the sun.

Hanging high, Imperial Aquila.

I really don't know how to write this kind of thing at one time, and I probably won't write it in such detail for a long time in the future.

But anyway, the war drama is over, and now we can finally go to Otlama! I'm coming, Lord Regent!

(End of chapter)