Five days later, there was a change in the war between the Milky Way Alliance and the Arbiter Republic. The Arbiter Republic's fleet actually gave up on facing the Milky Way Alliance's attack head-on. Instead, they allowed the Arbiter planets to be completely exposed to the Milky Way Alliance's artillery fire, and all their fleets withdrew.
On the various planets of the Arbiter Republic, all the mech warriors were integrated into the cities. It was clear that the Arbiter Republic wanted to live and die with the country. Once they had control of the air, the Aslan Empire could focus on the Arbiter Republic's ground military facilities, but they could not attack ordinary cities. Once they did that, the Milky Way Alliance's last shroud would be gone, and all of Aslan's "justice" would become naked aggression. At the same time, it would completely violate the ten commandments of the Milky Way Alliance's constitution.
If they only relied on the ground forces to tangle with the Arbiters, the war would not end even if they were given a few years. This was the Arbiter Republic's rogue strategy. Of course, it was not just that. Once they did not need to defend the planets, the mobility of the Arbiter Republic's fleet would greatly increase. However, no one was more familiar with the Arbiter Republic's territory than they were. They wanted to engage in guerrilla warfare with Aslan and completely destroy them.
And the strategist behind this desperate strategy was the Thorn of Brahma, Ren Yixuan.
Although the Arbiter Republic was strong, it was obviously unrealistic for a country to resist several strong countries in the Milky Way Alliance. The Arbiters had to recognize this. The only way to survive was not to face them head-on. Whether it was rogue tactics or delaying tactics, as long as there was time, there would be a turnaround. They could not let the coalition's plan succeed.
Unless Aslan really went all out and destroyed the Arbiter planets, no one would be the winner in this war.
Of course, this was not enough. Perseverance in war sometimes depended on confidence. If Arbiter was defeated continuously, their morale would be low, and their ground forces would one day lose the confidence to resist.
The faraway Oracle Star seemed to have nothing to do with the war outside. It was a corner that had been forgotten by humans. The people here could not leave, and could only seek survival.
In the Holy City, Lear's hands were stained with blood. Behind him, there was a ground full of corpses. Dozens of Zergs were excitedly gnawing on the rare nourishment. Among the survivors of the Milky Way Alliance, there were many who were good at hiding, and this was also Lear's current mission. Actually, it was no longer important to him whether he was from the Milky Way Alliance or not. The new strength and the new way of growth made him feel a little disgusted, but he was also looking forward to it.
In this chaotic world, the way to prove one's worth was never an empty promise. This was the true law of the jungle. Either you hunt or you become the prey.
"Boss, a few escaped. Do you want me to go?" Luo Fei walked out from the back, and the Zergs automatically parted to two sides. They lowered their heads, obviously afraid.
"No need." Lear waved his hand, and the Zergs scattered in all directions as if they had been pardoned. Putting away the bow after all the birds had been killed, and killing every last one of them was like cutting off one's own path of retreat. Lear needed to control the rhythm.
Luo Fei nodded thoughtfully and said, "Boss, when will these days come to an end? I kind of want to go back."
Lear was silent for a moment before saying, "There will always be a chance. Since we are not dead, it means that God has not abandoned us. There will be a time to go back. How do you feel?"
Luo Fei smiled and said, "It's okay, the medicine that Professor Sharjah gave me is very useful …"
Before Luo Fei could finish his sentence, there was a sudden sound, and his body trembled violently. Amidst the ear-piercing sound of dislocated joints and bones cracking, his shoulder blade suddenly broke out of his body, sharp and huge. The white bones were dripping with fresh blood, and the originally faint aura of fear on his body, as the bones broke out of his body, continued to deepen and thicken …
Lear's face was livid. He grabbed Luo Fei and disappeared in a flash.
At the speed of a space jump, Lear brought Luo Fei back to the gene fusion laboratory. Sharjah rushed over with his men and injected a large amount of gene suppression fluid into Luo Fei's body. Visible to the naked eye, the protruding bones were retracted into his body bit by bit under the effect of the gene suppression.
Luo Fei was still clear-headed and had already gotten used to it. When he first saw this disgusting look, he even had a good chance to vomit. However, he got used to it after vomiting. He had to admit that humans were really adaptable, if he was still considered a human.
"Professor Sharjah, what's his problem? Didn't you say that he has already passed the critical stage? Why is he still so unstable!" Lear's eyes were a little stern.
"Mr. Luo Fei didn't succeed naturally, so his control isn't too stable. I don't think there's a shortcut. We can only continue to adapt. Our current conditions can guarantee Mr. Luo Fei's safety," Sharjah said patiently.
Although Luo Fei's gene fusion was successful, it was not a complete success like Lear's. The Zerg genes he had fused with were not stable. It was fine normally, but it was easy to lose control in battle.
Luo Fei endured the pain in his body due to the suppression and nodded with a smile. Finally, all the bone spikes that burst out of his body retracted, leaving only a row of bright red scars on his shoulder blade.
Luo Fei entered the petri dish and gradually fell into a deep sleep. The exhaustion this time was also a form of damage to his body. To Sharjah, it was a miracle that Luo Fei was still alive. Of course, this was all due to Lear's powerful summoning power that was close to that of a Zerg Queen. This was the key to success.
Lear walked out of the laboratory and looked at the "stars" in the sky. The current Oracle Star had completely become a cage. Constantine … gave them a way out because he was useful.
Wait … Lear suddenly blinked and focused on the "stars" that reflected the light of the stars. They seemed to be getting further and further away!
The fleet is leaving this place, leaving the Oracle Star?
The change that Lear had been looking forward to appeared. It was as if Lear could hear the sound of shackles loosening. The genes in his body also felt something and started to heat up.
At the same time …
On the rooftop of a tall building, Bilro and Sarah looked at the fleet that was leaving the planet's gravity. They had been abandoned. The fleet had left, but there was no news from the Elders who supported them.
They weren't chosen by the Oracle. Their value to the Elders had fallen to rock bottom. Only now did they understand why the Great Elder didn't support any so-called Son of God from the beginning …
That was because the battle for the Holy Lord was a joke from the beginning. No, even if they were chosen, they would be pushed to the front of the stage and become a scapegoat for the war.
They had actually fallen into the dust after losing the direct support of the Elders. Recently, they had witnessed the rise of the monster Lear. The Sacred City was becoming a demon's lair.
Shock, anger, and then helplessness. At this moment, seeing the Elders leave without saying a word, they were even more aware of their position. They had a premonition that the Oracle Star would be in chaos without the support of the fleet and the Heaven-rank Elders.
(It's a little better today. Some old-fashioned methods are really practical. Ginger soup. After drinking a big bowl, I covered myself with a blanket and sweated. It's much better than taking medicine. The temperature has been dropping recently. Brothers, be careful!)
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