At the edge of the capital planet in the Empyreal Terminus Sector, in the boundless darkness, a lot of round reconnaissance crystal cameras and self-detonation torpedoes were scattered. The runes carved on the surface were emitting lackluster brilliance, transmitting simple data and commands. They were now congregating into a cluster and now dispersing into the most glamorous networks, floating, cruising, and wriggling.
If the universe was imagined to be a warm and humid primeval ocean, the cold lumps made of metals and crystals might've basically met the definition of 'cells'. Like the primitive fungi that were condensed into a carpet and gradually developed into a multicellular life, they began a brand-new, marvelous journey of evolution.
If the universe was imagined to be the interior of a gargantuan 'superlife form', the lumps would be the vigilant white blood cells that monitored the anomalies in the millions of square kilometers nearby. They would not let go of even the tiniest ripple of space.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Chirp! Chirp!
The commands that human beings gave them, after being dissected into complicated waves and simple symbols, flowed in the thousands of circuits that controlled their chips and were transmitted to even more distant places.
Occasionally, when they left the coverage of the Spiritual Nexus of human beings and entered the desolate land where there was no network, the special instructions and programs stored in their memory chips would be automatically activated, granting them certain autonomy so that the iron lumps without self-awareness could carry out all kinds of 'missions'.
If one were to get rid of the limitations of carbon-based intelligent lives and view the scene from a more pluralistic perspective, why couldn't it be that a certain primitive life form was slowly awakening and embarking on the path of life?
However, such a beginning was disrupted by the unexpected alarms.
In the depths of the sea of stars more than seventy-four million kilometers away from the Empyreal Terminus Sector, which was only the length of a finger in terms of the scale of the universe, the previously stable three-dimensional vacuum seemed to have been scourged by the fire of retribution from the four-dimensional space. Red, orange, blue, green, and other colors popped up out of nowhere. The flat halos soon protruded into bubbles that expanded and expanded quickly. In the end, they exploded without a sound, revealing immeasurably deep black holes. At the center of the black holes, there were a lot of stars, as if they led to another universe hundreds of millions of lightyears away.
A group of wormholes that were millions of kilometers in diameter quickly appeared and grew larger and larger.
Spatial ripples spread out in all directions like stormy waves.
A large amount of matter was about to break through and descend on the periphery of the Empyrean Terminus Realm.
For a moment, sensing the intense waves in space and the abnormal data that a massive, dense object was about to arrive, all the reconnaissance crystal cameras and magnetic torpedoes nearby were woken up.
Like fungi that had discovered their prey or white blood cells that had sensed an intruder, they boosted their working medium power units with all their strength, spurting out dazzling exhaust flames that gathered into an appalling iron tide as they lunged at the coordinates where the wormhole was born.
The reconnaissance crystal cameras approached the enemy as close as possible, collecting more data and sending it back to the rear before they were ripped apart by the space ripples. The magnetic torpedoes sprinted toward the center of the wormholes in a hurry, melting into the magnetic field of the enemy's massive, high-density objects. Then, they exploded brutally at the last moment, emitting the most brilliant brilliance of their 'life' and disrupting the enemy's jump.
At this moment, the reconnaissance crystal cameras and the magnetic torpedoes could not appreciate the meaning of "life" yet. They were merely carrying out the orders from the underground of the capital planet dutifully.
Just like the fungi, bacteria, and cells in the beginning, it was impossible for them to understand what "life" was. They could only follow the orders named "instincts" in their ignorance.
The wormholes appeared everywhere in the Empyreal Terminus Sector, and the millions of magnetic torpedoes were activated at the same time and charged at the wormholes closest to them. Like the warriors who had no fear of their own safety, they turned themselves into brilliant fireballs to prevent the wormholes from further expanding and tear apart the starships that were only halfway through their jump.
For a moment, the entire sea of stars was illuminated. The powerful radiation unleashed by the obliteration of the wormholes eclipsed billions of stars. Even the observatories established on the surface of the capital planet were able to observe the fire that was ignited at the edge of the galaxy. The fire congregated into a river, a furiously burning river!
In only one hour, countless wormholes that had just been opened were seriously disrupted or even completely obliterated.
However, for the invasion of the largest scale in the Alliance of the Holy Covenant in the past thousand years, such automatic defenses were far from enough.
Fuxi had collected tremendous intelligence on the defense system of the capital a long time ago. He had also deduced almost a thousand different variations. Such a regular tactic was completely within his calculations.
Therefore, the first batch of warships that jumped over through the wormholes was not the main-force warships such as the super arsenal warships. They were not even "starships" but small self-detonating magical equipment that was similar to the unmanned space shuttles and the fully-automatic magnetic torpedoes on the defense.
They were also made of cold metals and crystals. They were also cheap and abundant. They could also automatically search for and approach the coordinates where the enemy was densest before they exploded brutally. The only difference was that, in the batch of "self-detonating torpedoes" that Fuxi produced, there was a tiny cockpit. The puppet warriors of flesh and blood could crouch inside like babies, lock onto the enemy, and launch a charge. Considering the shabbiness of such magical equipment and the lack of fuel, it was almost impossible to retrieve them once they were launched into space. The death rate of the pilots was 100%. Therefore, even the brutal army of the Imperium was not equipped with similar magical equipment. Only a system such as the Holy League could find enough soldiers who were highly brainwashed and fearless of death and did not care about their lives at all.
It was a soundless war and an "inhumane" war. When the warriors of the Holy League sat on dozens of tons of highly-explosive crystals and charged at the iron defense line on the opposite side emotionlessly, detonating the crystals and their own flesh and blood below them, their souls were also highly frozen and sealed. They were not scared of death at all.
The self-detonation of a magnetic torpedo on the Holy League's side, on the other hand, raised an overwhelming tsunami of spiritual energy that strongly interfered with the information transmission and the circuits of spiritual energy nearby. All the sophisticated magical equipment nearby was rendered ineffective.
The magnetic torpedoes, reconnaissance cameras, and unmanned space shuttles of the Imperium all dimmed in the savaging of the magnetic storm and lost their impetus. They could only move forward with their inertia and eventually leave the target area, ending up as dust in solitude.
However, the magnetic torpedo of the Holy League was driven by a member of the daring team. Although most of the automatic functions were lost, it did not affect the torpedo from rushing to the approximate attack area. Then, another tsunami of spiritual energy arrived!
Through such an insane tactic, the main-force fleet of the Holy League kept most of the wormholes open normally and expanded continuously. They also established solid "beachheads" outside of the wormholes. No matter how crazily the defenders bombarded, the few largest wormholes were finally broken through. Like the eyes of demons that were opening nonstop, they were enough for the warships of the largest scale to pass through.
Therefore, the Eyes of Demons quickly outlined complicated transparent lines that constituted the outline and structure of the warships. In the end, like a black veil that was as thin as a cicada's wings being torn apart, magnificent starships appeared one after another.
The ripples on the shells of the interferential warships, the super arsenal warships, the cruising motherships, and the space fortresses when they passed through the four-dimensional space still made their appearance unpredictable in the three-dimensional universe, as if they were surrounded by intense smoke and the intimidating aura of space behemoths. The intimidating aura alone was enough to tear apart multiple layers of defense and reach the capital planet unstoppably.
The five Supreme Fortresses, which represented the highest combat ability of the Alliance of the Holy Covenant, also swaggered to the edge of the Empyreal Terminus Sector under the protection of many starships. When they were unleashing their killing intent and dominance blatantly, there were finally no more doubts.
It was not a feint, a diversion, or a bait. It was indeed the main-force fleet of the Holy League that had been deployed for a thousand-year settlement with the Imperium!
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Below the ground of the capital planet, in the control center of the Gold Crystal Pyramid.
Xiaoming and Wenwen were sitting on a control chair made of countless crystal processors and cables respectively. Their eyes were glittering, as if infinite data was flashing in them.
Li Yao's body was still intact in the hibernation cabin, but a thick cable was connected to the back of his head. The cable extended all the way to the ground and was connected to countless communication bases floating in space through a launch pad. In such a way, if Li Yao's soul could return to the Empyreal Terminus Sector, it would be possible for him to return to his body through those bases. That was Xiaoming and Wenwen's slim hope.
However, at this moment, the two of them had no time to care where Li Yao's soul was.
They were both deeply awed by the astonishing number and determination of the main-force fleet of the Holy League.
"How many starships are there exactly? Our reconnaissance crystal cameras can't count them all!"
Xiaoming exclaimed.
"The Holy League seems to have concentrated all their starships on a tiny battlefield. What are they up to exactly? Have they completely abandoned the defense of all the worlds in the rear?"
Wenwen did not understand it, either.
"According to the preliminary estimation of the number and combat ability, it's impossible for the capital to defend this place. They seem not to be here to 'attack' but to completely 'destroy' this place!"
Xiaoming reached a desperate conclusion.
The two little fellows looked at each other and saw the blood streaks in each other's eyes that were quickly exploding. Such a complicated and chaotic situation instantly exceeded the limits of their computational ability. The two little fellows felt that their heads were about to explode if they had to maintain it on their own.
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