The war was stretched out in endless guerrilla harassment and wars of attrition.

With the sheer size of its forces and the high-speed routes brought by the L-Star Gate, the Imperial Army has continuously gained a series of tactical victories and advantages in the Lost Dream Nebula. However, in terms of the broader strategy, little substantive results have been achieved.

The reason is simple:

The goal of the world of Fódla's Ark was never to capture or capture any of the planets in the group, their purpose was to investigate. They want to find out from the natives who live in the Dream Constellation the location of the Pure Land, how to enter the Pure Land, and clues about the "key" that can control the Pure Land.

As a result, the forces of the Spirit Race are extremely scattered, and the offensive is also chaotic, although the space wolves led by the wolf lord Russell are fierce enough, and the warriors of the crimson upstarts continue to win battle after battle among the star groups, but ......

These victories are of little practical significance to the Empire, except for the ability to capture and annihilate a small number of sparsely numbered Spirit Clans and obtain some precious psionic dust.

On the contrary, the Imperial Army needs to maintain a complete defense line on the scale of the constellation for a long time, and every month it consumes a lot of logistical resources, constantly spending a lot of military spending, and bleeding each other with the Spirit Clan of Fódla's Ark.

The difference is that the Elven Clan bleeds slowly, while the Empire has a lot of blood.

Every person of insight in the Imperial Army can see that this stalemate will not last forever, and that one day in the future, that thin string will be broken, and the situation of the war will change.

The question is, at what point will the string that is so relevant to all of us break? And in what form will it break?

Nobody knows.

In the increasingly solemn atmosphere, the strings of war are getting tighter and tighter.

In the center of the Critical Base system, the construction of the Measuring Bullet Bow is also progressing steadily.

The overall shape of the measuring bullet bow is a huge hollow cube mechanical frame.

The star is imprisoned by 12 edges, and each of the 8 vertices is equipped with a torsion lens that captures the pulse energy.

Under the leadership of the main engine of Su Zheng and the supervision of Russell's boring work, it took two and a half years to build the bullet bow into the final process:

Six of the eight torsion lenses have already been installed, and the last two lenses will be assembled to complete the megastructure.

It was also at this time that Russell, who was squatting on the hatching planet to tease Colonia, got interesting news.

"Just now, the Fódlan's Ark Spirit Clan launched the largest frontal assault on the Imperial defenses in the Lost Dream Nebula since we left the Lost Dream Nebula."

Grey Wind stood on the thick scarlet fungus carpet on the surface of the Hatching Planet, clasped his hands around his chest, and said in a calm and serious working tone:

"The number of troops invested by the Spirit Clan this time has exceeded the total number of all reconnaissance teams dispatched in the past few years, and most of them are frontal attack teams, with only a very small number of flank attack teams and logistics support fleets......"

Russell squinted and listened quietly to Grey Wind's report on the composition of the enemy's forces and operational deployment; As he listened, he pulled one out of a large bundle of green plant twigs that were sitting under him, and fed it to the queen of life-shaping insects who were obediently prostrate next to him.

Carefully opening the opener, Colonia swallowed the twig in Russell's hand into her throat, the fine pharyngeal teeth breaking the stems and grinding the buds into a faint chewing sound.

This was Russell's reward for his hard work during this time.

It seems that because of the master's overseer, Colonia has worked extra hard, and it has completed the construction of the hive biological mothership before the completion of the measuring projectile, creating a large number of swarm carrier-based aircraft and adult battleships.

The electromagnetic pulse in the Critical Base system is already thin, and these ferocious biological weapons are now moored outside the planetary shield above them, waiting for Russell's command.

A juicy sprig was quickly eaten by Colonia like a finger cake, and Russell pulled out another one and fed it to him, by which time Grey Wind's report was complete.

Looking at the gray wind standing straight in front of him, with a serious and meticulous expression, Russell was a little puzzled:

"Grey Wind?"

"Huh?" Gray Wind looked at him puzzled: "What's wrong?" ”

"I feel like you're not in the right place today......" Russell thoughtfully touched the hard chitin carapace on top of Colonia's head, and then asked, "Do you have anything on your mind?" ”

"Is there one?" Now the gray wind was also puzzled.

It thought for a moment, and then said, "If you want to say something on your mind, it should be the main machine?" I'm still worried about the risk of it getting out of control......"

"Is that so?" Russell felt that Grey Wind was perfunctory to himself.

Colonia chewed the leaves in her mouth and said softly, "Master, I don't think I look like ......"

"Don't interject." Russell slapped Colonia on the back of the head, and the voice of the big bug was so delicate that his scalp tingled.

Colonia was so excited by him that she quickly lowered her head and concentrated on chewing and gnawing without speaking.

If it were changed to the previous one, I am afraid that it has been paralyzed and trembling with fright. But after this time of getting along, Colonia has also understood that her master is not a cruel person, but rather a ...... Mild.

It's a bad habit of teasing the sensitive organs on its head.

Gray Wind looked at this scene and didn't interject, just bit his lower lip lightly, and continued in a straight voice: "Except for the risk of getting out of control of the main machine, I don't have any other troubles that can be called a matter of concern. ”

"Okay." Russell chose to believe in Grey Wind.

"So, can you please tell me where the main target of this large-scale attack is the Spirit Clan?"

As the words fell, Gray Wind's body and expression froze.

yes, where?

It was only at this time that Gray Wind realized that he had listed all the information such as the size of the main attack force of the Spirit Clan, the composition of the fleet, and the tactical rhythm to the marshal, and the information reported seemed to be extremely detailed, but he even forgot to say where the most basic Spirit Clan was attacking.

"So I think you have something on your mind......" Russell stood up and patted Grey Wind's face, softening its tense expression.

Then, he smiled helplessly: "Although you didn't say it, but just thinking about it, you also know that the main target of the Spirit Clan should be, the Xihe Galaxy." ”

That is, the triple galaxy where the L-Star Gate is located.

The Fródlan's Ark Spirits did not know that the Mechanical Order of Espernes had a full set of blueprints for the construction of the L-Star Gate.

In their minds, such a facility should be an ancient relic left over from the dark ages of human technology, and if one is destroyed, one will be missing.

Therefore, the Spirit Clan of the Ark of Fódlana will prepare such a large-scale three-dimensional offensive with both light and darkness after knowing the location of the Star Gate.

Destroying the L-Star Gate would be tantamount to breaking the legs of the Imperial Army, and they would be able to transform back into the poor monkey who was forced to sail between life and death.