Two streamers, one in front of the other, galloped through the network.

In front of him was a swarm of drones that had not seen the light of day, behind him was an extremely long supply line, and a huge warbody and a torrent of steel composed of heavy Adamantite Infantry chariots rolled in, and Reva Galen rode through it with Russell on a jet motorcycle, and his whole body was full of awkward feelings.

It's a shame to be incontinent on that occasion......

Revagalen couldn't imagine what his image in Russell's mind had become.

If Russell knew what she was thinking now, he would probably say it's okay, it's okay, I've been played with by Gray Wind to show a more embarrassing posture, but he doesn't know, so Russell asked:

"Do you know how a war can give the most humiliating frustration?"

"Hmm...... Losing without resistance? She replied softly, trying to distract herself from the discomfort of the soaked fabric in her armor clinging to her body.

"It's not close." Russell looked up at the swarm of drones that had blackened the network and said:

"The most frustrating thing about war is not the defeat itself, but the fact that your strength is obviously completely crushing the opponent, but you are bound by the enemy's various strategies, unable to use all your strength, and finally lose before your eyes."

This is the most embarrassing place and blood pressure soars.

Revagalen understood what Russell was saying—how could this not be the case now? Obviously, the Federation has gathered a large fleet enough to push the Comoros, but it has been forcibly pinned by a seal of the dark spirits, and there is nowhere to use it, so it can only rely on the torrent of steel to fight the most primitive ground warfare and war of attrition in the network.

"Does the master already want to end this long network tug-and-go?"

"Well, it's over."

"Huh?" Revagaren's eyes widened.

Russell hugged her waist and raised his head slightly, his indifferent gaze radiating through the swarm to the end, where the illusory network suddenly opened up, and the sky reflected the nine planets of the Ophelia system like a mirror. A mobile war structure that was larger and more ornate than the previous one's bone-bone fortress stood in its way, like a tower, like an ancient tree, and its dense branches swaying leisurely.

"I said, it's over now." Russell said softly.

"Lord, master... No, don't... Please... Don't ...... that," revagalon pleaded pitifully.

Before the words fell, the mirror reflecting the stellar celestial bodies over the wide network node went out, and in the darkness, something even darker than the darkness descended.

"After all, I'm one step faster." Russell exhaled softly, not knowing who he was talking to.

Under the pitch-black mirror, the Spirit Bone Giant Tree withered and withered, and as the Ophelia node became a forbidden place for psionic energy, the mirrors between them quietly melted like ice.

There was no fighting, no fighting, no torrents of steel and artillery fire, nothing, the war was over.

The Dark Spirit Archon 'Frasker', who commanded the battle, failed to make a worthy exit, and died in its ornate fortress in a senseless obliteration, along with the lowest-ranking Reformed War Beasts outside the walls.

Skipping the siege and siege phases, Russell fast-forwarded the progress bar of the Ophelia Node battle to the fall.

This is right, this is reasonable, and any more delay will be suspected of deliberate procrastination.

……

In the real universe across the veil from the Ophelia node, the Juggernaut hovering in the orbit of Ophelia's star simultaneously observed changes on the other side of the veil.

Grey Wind glanced at the dark mirror below, activated the thruster at the across, and turned around to head down.

"The node seal has been lifted. Begin to settle. ”

Soon, the Juggernaut descended on the Ophelia Network Node, and Russell returned to the Juggernaut to join the Grey Wind.

Gray Wind began to prepare for the next attack plan: "We should confirm the location of Comoros first, the situation in the network is complicated, and it is easy to get lost in it without a professional guide......"

"There's no need for that." Russell said.

"Huh?" Gray Wind was puzzled: "What should I do then?" ”

"Don't think, don't strategize, don't waste time, just fill the network with the fleet." Russell said, "From now on, don't try to pick the right one out of a few forks, it's all about efficiency – we'll take all the roads." ”

"But the resources consumed like this are too ......," Grey Wind was about to say something, but was interrupted by Russell.

"It doesn't matter how many resources are spent, I demand that the Comoros be fast-forwarded to destruction in the shortest possible time at all costs."

"Oh......" Grey Wind replied, wondering if he was stimulated by something.

From this moment on, the Truth Order began the violent exploitation of the Far Eastern Star Field.

The Matter Decompressor was no longer able to squeeze resources out of the black holes to meet the demands of the war that filled the webs on the front lines, and the monks began to use the Colossus to smash planets, unleashing nano-swarms to gnaw away the scorching residue.

Transform stable stars into furnaces that can be used to smelt massive amounts of minerals at once.

Detonate unstable stars and use the energy pulses generated by the supernova explosion to penetrate special crystals for assembling laser weapons in batches.

Every day, stars disappear forever from the Milky Way due to overmining. Every day, tens of thousands of warships go to the battlefield and penetrate the network.

However, this kind of efficiency Russell is not enough, as if there is a rushing Grim Reaper chasing after him, urging him to speed up the progress, his pursuit of efficiency has no limits, forcing his monks to burn the starry sky even more crazy.

Time has passed year by year, and the vastness of the network system is beyond everyone's imagination, even the computing power is as powerful as the gray wind, and it is impossible to count how many warships they have sent into the network over the years, and the fleet that has never come back after straying into a dead end is countless.

No one knows how many stars the Order of Truth has detonated, how many celestial bodies have been drained, and how many starry skies have been permanently silenced.

In the 030th year of the 40th millennium, the starlight in the Far Eastern star field finally dimmed to the limit.

In this year, the entire northern belt could not find a single bright star except for the few inhabited star systems.

It was also in this year that the coordinates of the Comoros were finally successfully locked by a destroyer formation, under the frenzied production capacity of the Federation.

"That's it." After Grey Wind sent another Titan battle group into the tunnel, Russell said, "Tell the engineering department to stop shipbuilding, the battle is over." ”

"Is it over?" Grey Wind felt that he could no longer understand what he was saying: "We have only discovered the coordinates of the Comoros, and we have not yet started the official attack......

"To discover is to destroy." "The moment the coordinates of the Comoros were exposed, it was destroyed," Russell said. ”

As he spoke, Russell's body became illusory and directly entered the network through a teleportation spell.

(End of chapter)