This was probably the strangest military march since the establishment of the new Empire.
The imperial fleet served as the vanguard. The massive fleet of starships streaked across the starry sky, driven by quasi-coordinate engines. The Protoss troops were at the rear. The magnificent battle-type temples and towers with unknown functions were like mobile divine nations, following behind the imperial fleet like a brilliant sea of light. The Abyssal fleet, which was in charge of guarding and guiding the outer circle of the battle formation, emanated an oppressive atmosphere. They were the "Defilers" who were once known as the Fallen Apostles and had been at war with the empire for several years.
This was an allied army, yet it was also a strange allied army. If it was a few months ago, perhaps even the bravest person wouldn't dare claim that the empire's army would fight side by side with the Fallen Apostle. However, this was the truth, the truth placed before everyone's eyes.
This huge coalition army did not have much experience in joint combat, especially since the Protoss and Xi Ling's combat units were different. It was even more difficult for them to work together. Therefore, this formation was only temporary, and it would be rearranged when they were on the battlefield. But even this temporary formation had its own rules. The Imperial Army was in the front, the Protoss at the rear, and the Abyssal fleet at the periphery to prevent ambushes from the New Army. The Abyssal Schilling's troops were familiar with the local environment, especially the New Army, so they could react first when they were attacked and naturally served as the periphery guards. The Imperial Army was good at attacking. Warships were extremely powerful, so they could be the vanguard. The Protoss, on the other hand, had weaker explosive power, but they were the type that grew stronger the longer they fought. As long as they were given time to deploy their formation, activate various divine spells, and apply good buffs, the Protoss's combat power would multiply over time, so they were suitable to be placed at the rear. Of course, the "front and rear" here was not quite the same as a flat battlefield. Space warfare had to consider the possibility of the enemy appearing from any angle, so the Protoss were actually in the middle of the formation. Behind them was a group of Abyssal fleet, which was equivalent to bodyguards, responsible for the entire formation's defense.
After all, they were in the Abyss, and the new army was a cunning enemy that could deceive even the Abyssal Schilling. It was good to be cautious.
However, the chances of us being attacked were still quite low. We were currently in an area under the absolute control of the "Old Army". This place and the several nearby universes were all under the control of Abyssal Schilling. It was highly unlikely that the enemy would be able to infiltrate such a place.
The joint forces reorganized their formation in this unstable border universe and met up with the 'old army'. First, they confirmed that the route ahead was safe. Then, they waited for the last conventional fleet — the servant army from the civilization community, the New Eden Federation, and the Hessian tribe.
The massive "Admiral" aircraft carrier slowly floated out of the World Gate, surrounded by unmanned surveillance drones that resembled a swarm of bees. Although the Mellowans had done many evil deeds, the spaceships they built were indeed good stuff, and now it had almost become standard equipment for the various servant armies.
During the last battle, we did not bring many servant armies with us. Only the civilization community's fleet joined the battlefield at the end of the battle to prevent the weaker servant armies from suffering too many losses in the Abyss. But this time, Sandora decided to let the servant armies join the main army, and the number was not small.
Secondly, we also reevaluated the pollution situation in the Abyss and found that the environment deep in the region was not as bad as we had expected. The Abyss Schilling was building a bridge here, and naturally had been adjusting the environmental conditions of the Abyss. While the pollution here was high, most of the Abyss had become inert, and normal races would not be infected or driven mad here. Finally, the New Army had abandoned their peripheral territories and shifted all their efforts to the 'Tranquility Core'. This meant that the Imperial Army would easily conquer many lightly defended worlds. These worlds may not have any colonial value, but they were valuable as springboards and forward bases. We needed sufficient troops to guard and control these 'cheap spoils', and the combat power of the Imperial Army, the Protoss, or the old army was precious, and we could not afford to waste the regular army on guarding the gates — that required a large number of servant armies. They were very familiar with the various Imperial facilities, and the elite commanders knew how to control the World Gate and the Sovereign Hub (this was an important achievement of the Army Command in the past three years). If they were just temporary administrators of the outer universe, the Servant Army was more than enough.
The three mentioned factions were the only ones that were recruited. It was not that the Salvation Army, the Verdis Imperial Army, and the other armies were unwilling to join the battle, but the servant armies had their own strengths and specializations. At present, only the three civilizations were familiar with space warfare, 'advanced equipment', and possessed advanced technology. They were also the main force that assisted the Imperial Army in space patrol and Void alert, while the rest of the servant armies had only recently left planetary civilization, and no matter how fast they learned, they would not be able to unleash much in pure space warfare. The latter were also usually responsible for local security missions for the Empire colonies or other regional combat missions. The two types of servant armies could be seen as' Space Special Forces' and 'District Patrol Police' respectively … While it sounded a little like that, the difference between the few clans could not be ignored.
"The Civilization Community Fleet has arrived at the battlefield!"
"The New Eden Federal Army has arrived at the battlefield!"
"The Hessian Tribe Fleet has arrived at the battlefield! Fight for the General and the Empire! "
Following the reports of the fleet's readiness, a third of the servant fleet had blended into the main Coalition Army under the guidance of the navigation signals, and found their position in the vast space between the Protoss and the Imperial Army. The remaining two-thirds of the fleet had to wait where they were: they would later be the second wave of propulsion/construction forces, advancing steadily with the Celestial System Fleet, taking over the conquered territories of the New Army while assisting in suppressing the local resistance and quickly establishing frontline bases. The Celestial System Fleet had now arrived at the border, but the movement speed of the behemoth was too slow, and definitely could not be the vanguard of the main force.
At that moment, I suddenly saw a familiar face on the communicator. "Roland Gale? Why are you here in person? "
Roland Gale! The old lion of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community! I did not expect him to personally lead the Community Fleet here. The commanders of the servant armies were arranged by themselves, and did not need to report to Chancellor Schilling, so I was very surprised to see this familiar old man. After going through so many ups and downs, I felt that this old man should have retired long ago. Even if he continued to serve as the Consul of the Civilization Community, he did not have to continue to fight on the battlefield, right?
"The Emperor of the Empire is on the battlefield, why can't I come?" Roland Gale was hale and hearty. A few years of comfortable life did not diminish his spirit, and even through the communicator, I could almost feel the old lion's aura. He was wearing the uniform of the Civilization Community, and he had a smile on his face. "I have fought in many wars, and my instincts tell me that this is probably the largest battle that many people will encounter in their lifetime. You want to completely destroy the most dangerous army in the Void, so I am here to help."
Sandora said calmly, "This battle will be very difficult. Not only will you be the auxiliary army, but you will also have to face the Schilling Battleship directly."
Roland Gale shrugged. "Alright, then we will face it head-on."
After the communicator hung up, I looked at Sandora with a sigh, and could not help but mutter in unison, "This old lion …"
Anyway, we would try our best to prevent the weak servant army from going head-on against the enemy's regular army, so let Roland Gale welcome the most glorious battle of his life as he wished. There should not be any problems.
At this moment, my sister looked at the central projection worriedly. It showed a group of Admiral Class Battleships painted with black stripes, and among those Admiral Class Battleships, there were many strange-looking large spaceships. "The Civilization Community and the New Eden Federation are easy to deal with, but the Hessian tribe's combat power has not been tested yet. This is their first time participating in a large-scale battle, will there be any problems?"
"This race is surprising," Sandora said calmly, but there was a tinge of admiration in her tone. "Their technological level was not high at the beginning, and could only be said to have developed to the peak of space civilization, but had not been able to jump out of the universe. However, after coming into contact with the knowledge that the Empire had imparted to them, they quickly caught up with the 'progress' … It seems that the messy knowledge that Visca had left them back then had helped the Hessian tribe to build their foundation. Their ability to learn is very strong, and their adaptability is beyond imagination. In a short period of time, they had trained a large group of 'Admiral's' aircraft carrier pilots, and used the aircraft carrier's technology to modify their own spaceships. In the end, this race is fearless from top to bottom. They almost worship Visca as a god, and developed a religious-like view of war. When they die on the battlefield, reciting the name of the general will elevate their soul, and they will be listed as a Heroic Soul after death. They firmly believe in this, and even now, they do not doubt it. I do not doubt the combat power of the Hessian tribe. Perhaps the only thing we need to worry about is whether they will be too hot-blooded … After all, this is a race of lunatics that Visca 'educated'. "
A race of lunatics that Visca educated …
I could not help but sigh along with Sandora. My gaze drifted towards the 1.2 meter sisters, but they did not seem to feel it at all. Even when the Hessian tribe commander was reporting the situation, Visca did not even bother to look up. She was doing something very meaningful: polishing and waxing her precious cannon. It seemed that there was nothing else that could divert her attention.
"The second calibration of the World Gate is complete." Abyssal Schilling's words pulled my attention back. She quietly looked at the jump route map before her. "All the troops have arrived, so … there will be no more stops."
The fleet accelerated from a short period of slow cruising, surging towards another World Gate in front of us like a huge wave.
What followed was a series of consecutive jumps without any stops. The gigantic Allied Army swiftly traversed through the Abyss as if it was no man's land. We passed through a dozen universes along the way, most of which were desolate, while a few were chaotic and twisted. However, every universe was heavily guarded and could converge with a portion of the Abyssal Fleet. At first, Abyssal Schilling's troops were only a small portion of the Allied Army. However, as she increased the number of troops she sent to each world, her fleet had almost caught up to the Imperial Army's numbers. This was the result of most of her troops being held back at the "Core of Tranquility". As expected, Abyssal Schilling's family was not weak. I could not help but wonder how many armies there had been in the Abyss before it split.
Up until now, the flight route had been safe. However, we slowly discovered the traces of a fierce battle. By the end of the twenty-first jump, the fleet had left the zone under Abyssal Schilling's absolute control and entered the "border zone" once jointly controlled by the New Army and the Old Army. Battle wreckage began to appear in space. Broken metal floated around the World Gate and the orbit of the Sovereign Hub. Abnormally distorted light could be seen in the distant space. Those were the remnants of a large-scale psionic explosion. After the twenty-seventh jump, the situation became even worse. Although the flight route was still clear, the space facilities left in space proved that Abyssal Schilling had paid a huge price to protect these territories. The World Gate was a temporary model. Apart from the wreckage in space, there were only scorching air masses. Only a few space fortresses and a group of Eternal Motherships were maintaining the safety of the artificial planets. Torn spaceships were everywhere.
By the thirty-second jump, the original military base in this universe had obviously been completely destroyed by the flames of war. There was no sign of the Sovereign Hub. There was only a single temporary World Gate in space. A group of fortress spaceships acted as a semi-fixed military base around the World Gate. Other than that, there were no other fixed facilities.
We were getting closer to the area where the battle was still raging. However, the lack of fortifications in space was unsettling. The fortress spaceships alone would not be able to resist the New Army's counterattack (if they really wanted to). Abyssal Schilling, of course, knew this. She looked a little helpless. "The New Army's fighting style is very extreme. They destroy everything within their range. Once the situation turns bad, they will even destroy their own escape route and other unrelated celestial bodies around them. Even if you can take down their base, you will only get a scorched earth. You won't even be able to find a space entity to build the Sovereign Hub. You can only temporarily drag a few artificial planets from other worlds to deal with the situation or find another place. I used a surprise attack to take down this world. The New Army quickly abandoned this place, but before they left, they blew up everything … As you can see, they can only rebuild from scratch. "
By the thirty-fifth jump, we finally entered a universe that was being fought over.
This was a world in a state of chaos. Dim and thin primordial gas filled the entire space. Space was filled with a kind of gray hue. Powerful primordial energy radiation was everywhere, but there were no formed celestial bodies. There was not even a relatively obvious concentration of matter. It seemed that this universe had not even begun to evolve and had only been growing evenly since its birth. It felt like a thin and boring pot of 'Primordial Universe Soup'.
The Allied Forces entered this world through a temporarily built Abyssal Gate. This was a contested area. The New Army had not had time to destroy anything here, so there was a complete space base behind us. Those huge artificial celestial bodies more or less added a little scenery to this monotonous and chaotic space. There was no fighting in sight. Only the image from the external monitors showed that this place was quiet. Apart from the extraordinarily empty space, it seemed that the entire world was peaceful. But when we turned on the warning radar, the real situation of this world was presented to us.
There were a lot of fighting points in space. One hundred and fifty million lightyears away, there was a violent high-energy reaction. It should be a fleet engaged in a fierce battle. Although the high-energy reaction 3.2 billion lightyears away did not explode, the radar read a large cluster of shockingly powerful psionic clouds that was rapidly 'growing'. It seemed that the battle had already ended. Both sides had died under the impact of superweapons.
These were the two most obvious high-energy reaction areas. However, there were many other weaker energy reaction points everywhere in the universe. They were constantly flashing and dimming within a range of tens of billions of lightyears. Together, they formed a three-dimensional star map of the Warring Milky Way … Oh, it should not be called the Milky Way Star Map. This world did not even have the activity of creating stars. It was simply desolate.
Even a half-baked commander like me could see the situation from the energy distribution map sent back by the radar. The New Army and the Old Army were repeatedly fighting for control of this universe. They kept building sovereign hubs and World Gates in space. While they were desperately defending these key facilities, they were desperately attacking the enemy's sovereign facilities. Every high-energy reaction area was a burning battlefield. The flames would not extinguish until one side of the warring parties was completely incinerated.
So far, it seemed that Abyssal Schilling had the upper hand. She controlled the world barrier and the largest World Gate of this world. This way, the Allied Forces could smoothly teleport in. But according to the jump route map, it would take three more jumps to reach the "Core of Tranquility" from here …
That meant that Abyssal Schilling's main forces were stuck three jumps away from the Core of Tranquility. The further they went, the weaker her control would be. As for the two Old Army Legions trapped in the Core of Tranquility, they were now completely isolated and helpless.
"This is the main transportation route to the Core of Tranquility. The World Gate connects to hundreds of surrounding universes. I have destroyed more than half of the original large portals here. The rest are basically under the control of the Old Army. However, the New Army has built a large number of temporary portals … They are so many that it is almost impossible to suppress them." Abyssal Schilling admitted that the situation here was not as good as it looked. "Now that we have enough troops, let's completely retake control of this universe first."
Sandora nodded. Through the mental network, she issued an order to all the Empire fleets. "All main forces, go online with the hyperdimensional weapon system. Target E33-W15-N22. Saturate the bombardment. The First and Sixth Army, separate from the formation and regroup to support the various battlefields. Full attack, begin! "
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