“… Alas. ”

Reading the parameters of the bird's biography, the technocratic priest named Redjak sighed, his hoarse and old mechanical vocal cords revealing his melancholy mood.

He is the Technocratic Priest who has just communicated with the female captain of the [Resolute Resolve], and he is also the speaker of the Salem that forged the world, and the founder of the [Mechanical Paganism] that launched a request for help from the distant homeland of Mars.

His crimson robe complimented his stubby figure, the dense network of cables and mechanical originals had replaced most of the living tissues of his old body, and the various research reports that were once incomparably precious were now scattered all over the ground like waste paper, replaced by the dense volumes of war records covered with calculations, and the ancient great sage was worried about their future.

It is clear that the ancient knowledge buried beneath this planet is in jeopardy, and the savage Inhuman Empire is constantly priing open the doors of reason that have been locked on them, and precious time is running out after countless careful calculations.

Even though their reinforcements from faraway worlds are arriving, the situation is still not optimistic.

The Inhuman scum of the Brotherhood of Destruction is constantly storming the defenses of Salem, the vast fleet that covers the sky and the sun is like a swarm of bees surrounding the metal planet, and the artillery arrays and void shields used by these [mechanical heretics] for anti-aircraft are burned in the endless rain of iron, and in return, the filthy flesh and mechanical elements from the Inhumans are almost all over the surface, as well as the spores of the Orcs - if Omni Sisaiah blesses him to survive the aftermath, Then Redjak must clean up this planet properly.

Now, his few wet pieces were filled with restlessness, and the increasingly aggressive Inhuman Empire was shortening the time frame he had calculated.

Redjak only prayed that these reinforcements from the homeland of the solar system would arrive soon.

Because the Mechanical Paganism has now completely lost control of the planet, supplies and servants are constantly being consumed in the endless war, and even vital communication links have been almost cut off.

If this continues, Salem will definitely not be able to hold out for a Martian standard month.

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The actual situation, however, is somewhat different from what Redjak envisioned.

"You bunch of shit! You actually let those intruders pass through the anchor point without any problems, don't you know that that is the only way out for us!? ”

As the king of the Inhuman Empire who had conquered the entire Gorgotin region, he knew that the only stable anchor point in this chaotic subspace storm current, known as Mandeville Point by the Human Empire, would be their only chance of life in the face of an unknown enemy.

"But... My Majesty, those invaders are too weird... One by one, our patrol fleets have lost contact, and our empire has too few fleets to control its territory, and there are not enough fleets left there..."

"Not enough? That's two fucking hundred! What's more, since they began to invade my territory, our fleet has lost a full half! And we don't even know where they came from, rubbish! ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... At the very least, we can hold on to this planet... Those oil guys have been banished underground by us, and it won't be long before we get our hands on the ancient technology hidden beneath their corpses! ”

But what's the use? On a metal planet so barren that even our orc brothers can't be stationed, waiting for the invaders to crush the rest of our fleet here? ”

Angry and frantic electronic voices echoed through the empty halls, and the king of the Inhuman Empire frantically vented his anger at his cowardly and incompetent subordinates, and there was a faint hint of deep despair in it.

Yes, this Inhuman Empire, known as the Brotherhood of Destruction, has been forced into a desperate situation by those unknown invaders.

At first, the Brotherhood of Destruction, which retains almost 90% control over the Gorgotan Sector, has its sights on the ancient forged world called Salem, and the desire for unknown technology has prompted the Inhumans to wage war against this world, which they thought was nothing more than a planet that could be easily conquered with a vast and majestic fleet like the thousands of wars they had conquered in the Gorgotan Sector.

In fact, the [mechanical heretics] have transformed this planet into a fortress world, endless anti-aircraft arrays and void shields have kept the minions of the Inhuman Empire at bay, and the task of conquering this planet has changed from simple conquest to a brutal war of attrition, these inhumans who exude madness in their blood are unwilling to give in, and they have taken countless resources and manpower from the human world throughout the star sector, and these human slaves who have been controlled by them for thousands of years have played a key role in this war. That's the Inhuman slaves and cannon fodder soldiers of the Inhuman nobles.

Endless lives and warships were thrown at the airless metal planet as expendables, and the air defense arrays scattered throughout the planet spewed tongues of death all the time, and even if the vacuum environment could not convey the painful roars and wails of trillions of Inhuman slaves, the carpet of flesh and blood gradually spread on the planet also spread an atmosphere of dead silence.

Under the rapid consumption of blood, even the powerful air defense array of [Mechanical Paganism] that was enough to overcome thousands of fleets was gradually eaten away, and the rich Inhuman Empire increased their bloody and cruel offensive - until the population of dozens of slave worlds was squandered by their cruelty, and the iron rain loaded with Orc orc mercenaries and the airdrop warehouse of Inhuman warriors were frantically thrown to the surface, and then the range of activities of this ancient organization called [Mechanical Pagan] on the surface was continuously eroded, Like dozens of worlds conquered by this mighty Inhuman Empire over the past millennium, this Dead Planet with countless ancient secrets will eventually come under their Empire's rule.

However, a sudden situation occurred.

Unknown invaders have emerged in this field that has been under the control of the Inhuman Empire for nearly a millennium, and the Brotherhood of Destruction is unaware of their existence.

All they knew was that patrol fleets had been lost in screams and desperate communications, and that these vicious jackal-like enemies were hunting for the power of the Inhuman Empire.

Panic and helplessness filled the entire empire, and they could not do anything about it—as if witnessing a gluttonous maw from the darkness of the extraterrestrial region constantly devouring their flesh, and the terrifying sound of chewing flesh and flesh was slowly approaching their ears.

The only way to bring a sense of security is to keep the fleets that were once symbols of the Inhuman Empire's strength within immediate sight, around the Forge World of Salem, which the Emperor is conquering.

At the cost of this, they have completely lost control of the entire Gorgotan Sector, and the unknown shadow is slowly approaching.

Obviously, this tiny Inhuman Empire, resting in the corner of the maelstrom, never imagined why the worlds they conquered had a race called 'Humans'.

In the maelstrom of closed news and savagery, they had never heard of the prestige of the [Human Empire] that had resounded throughout the galaxy.

Because in the great expedition of efficiency and time, the conquerors from Terra temporarily ignored this unplainted chaotic star sector, but as the territory of humanity continues to expand in the galaxy, this once wild star sector will finally usher in its destiny - to be reconquered by humans.

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