At the edge of the nebula, in the celestial clusters of the Northern and Southern Celestial Zones, and in the resistance frontlines of the Western Celestial Zones, the flames of war burned everything. Even the desolate and untouched death zones were crowded with spaceships and turrets from various worlds, civilizations, and races. These weapons of war were now filled with enraged warriors who were unafraid of death, bearing the heavy hatred of countless races over thousands of years, burning their lives amidst the frenzied artillery fire. The raging tides of war erupted in all directions with every settlement as the cold and silent space flickered with the flames of explosions every minute and second. The supervision teams, patrol ships, escort teams, and even the occasional small army corps of the Rebel Army were met with endless battles to the death the moment they appeared. They were blocked across the entire universe, and were resisted in every place that bloomed with the light of life. The scale of this war was huge, and the brutality of it was enough to make one shudder.
The losses paid by the Rebel Army were so great that it could not even be described as war losses. In many cases, the ordinary races that fought back were simply removed from the entire army corps. Some of the smaller kingdoms used the power of the entire nation to resist the enemy, but the spaceships that could return in the end could not even be called a corps. The self-disciplined Empire fleet without the ability to think was rigid, but at the same time the most ruthless. The moment the challenge began, the multiverse Rebel Army … no, it should be said that the ordinary races of the multiverse had no way out. The Empire Rebel Army would be merciless and unbiased, spreading death to all living beings in front of them. This scorching battlefield had gone mad, and nothing could cool it aside from the blood of the last person.
This was the eastern border of the Free Gotark Kingdom, and also a place close to the eastern frontlines of the Rebel Army. The Federation forces had just gone through a bloody battle, and now they had joined up with the returning Imperial Army. They were temporarily stationed in a desolate asteroid belt, watching the direction of the nebula vigilantly.
This was a strategic location, not only because it was on the front line against the rebel army, but more importantly, it was very close to the psionic Death Star test site at that time. According to Qian Qian, the Death Star fortress was still nearby, so everyone knew that this place was of great importance. Therefore, even in the first two days of the enemy's offensive, the Federation Army and the Western Heaven region's rebel army did not lose an inch of territory here.
"The third line of resistance in the Southern Sky District was removed yesterday morning. Three kingdoms, five freedom fleets, and countless pirates with backbone, a total of 1.287 billion people and 30 million warships of all levels, were all annihilated. They suffered a space-time attack in the last battle, probably a space weapon. The wreckage left on the battlefield was all fragmented, and more than a third of the material disappeared." On the bridge of the Empire Admiral, James Carver, who was sitting on the deck of the Empire Admiral, Renault was wearing the New Eden Federation Consul military uniform that he rarely wore. The cigar in his mouth was almost extinguished, but he did not realize it. "When Nova's team went to check on the battlefield, it had already calmed down. There were no survivors."
"The Imperial Army was delayed by a rebel fleet that suddenly surged out of the nebula and did not have the time to reinforce them."
"They are all heroes." Reynolds threw away the cigar butt in his hand and exhaled the last puff of smoke. "But I have to be honest. What's the use of the title of 'hero'? Compared to life, the title of 'hero' is worthless. These ordinary civilizations are too fragile when faced with the Empire's army. In most cases, the Rebellion Army has to pay a loss ratio of one to a thousand to destroy the enemy. If possible, I really don't want them to face such a situation."
"War is never fair, and we never regret our choice."
A deep voice suddenly echoed in the bridge, and the giant holographic projection above the command hall switched images. An old man with a face as tough as a veteran appeared on it.
Roland Gale, the supreme leader of the Resistance in the Eastern Sky.
Due to the recent special military cooperation, the leaders of the Resistance had obtained the Empire Admiral's direct communication code, allowing them to directly contact the highest command of the Imperial Army. However, it was mostly Funa and Roland Gale who appeared in this channel.
"I admit that I've misjudged the other old fellows, and Funa's boldness is surprising. Or rather, what's more surprising is that she's the first leader to cooperate with the Imperial Army. I've thought of rising up against the tyranny of the 'Shepherd' countless times, but I didn't expect that Funa, the youngest ruler of our generation, would be the one to turn this delusion into reality. Not only that, there's also that old man from the Kemite Empire who only knows how to feel sorry for himself. The light of hope has never been extinguished from the start."
"The army under the consortium's name has already gone to fill the gap in the third line of resistance in the Southern Sky District. At the same time, we blocked an enemy converging operation at the border between the Southern Sky District and the Eastern Sky District. Including this operation, the recent battle situation of the resistance army has been summarized into a concise report and uploaded to the Imperial Army's flagship."
Usually, Roland Gale was like this, combining the necessary official work for his position and the nagging of an old man. No matter what happened, he would always sigh and I was already used to it.
The financial group leader definitely didn't take the initiative to contact the highest command of the Empire just to report on a military operation. After I hurriedly read through the military report he uploaded, Roland Gale returned to the main topic. "Now that the Resistance has barely stabilized their positions in the various battlefields, we used the sea of people to delay the enemy's movements. In a short period of time, the strength of the attacks on the Western Sky will be greatly reduced, but I'm afraid that we won't be able to hold on for long. The enemy's strength is too strong, and the soldiers of the Resistance only have hot blood. If we don't see the breakthrough of the Imperial Army soon, once this hot blood cools, I'm afraid that it will be difficult for them to believe in hope again."
This was the problem that he wanted to explain when he contacted me.
The difference in strength between the Resistance and the Empire's Resistance was too great. From the very beginning, the battle between the Resistance and the Empire was a massacre that relied on piles of dead people. At the very beginning, the soldiers of the Resistance could still rely on hot blood and hatred to fight to the death against the enemy. However, the ones who truly determined the direction of the war were still the Imperial Army.
The Resistance could only delay the enemy's footsteps, at most exhausting a small portion of the enemy's troops. The only one who could truly kill or injure the enemy's regular troops was the Schilling Army. However, up until now, although we had always been winning, we lacked a sufficiently impactful operation, such as directly attacking the Nebula … This was nonsense, but at the very least, we should have something exciting to show so that the soldiers of the Resistance would see the possibility of the war ending very quickly. After all, we could easily fight a war of attrition with the Resistance, but those ordinary races who lost hundreds of millions of people every day wouldn't dare to drag it out like that. They weren't the insect species, and the pressure would be too great if too many people died …
"Of course, I know what you mean. Fina should have already spread the news. It will appear in front of you today."
I promised the wise and calm old man in front of me in a tone filled with confidence.
We had spent three days preparing for today's operation — to reactivate the Psionic Death Star.
Alright, I admit that in the past three days, only Tawil and her research team had been working hard. All us illiterate and quasi-illiterate people had done was to lead the Imperial Army in an effort to push back the rebel army that had already advanced to the borders of the Western Sky.
The Resistance Army was indeed made up of weak species, this was something even they themselves were well aware of. In front of the Shiring Apostles, their level of life forms and technological level were as crude as the ancients. When the Resistance Army fought against the Empire's rebel army, the normal battle losses reached a ratio of one to a thousand, and the Doomsday Weapon losses reached an astonishing ratio of one to infinity. This was enough to prove the disparity in combat strength. However, their viciousness and bravery still achieved remarkable results. The entire galaxy was densely packed with space-level civilizations. This number was terrifying, to the point where the Resistance Army's numbers made it difficult for the rebel army to even move forward. In fact, the latter even had to use the high-level weapons that should have been used against the Imperial Army against the Resistance Army's fleets. It was precisely because they slowed down the rebel army's pace that the Western Sky's defense line, which could have collapsed overnight, gradually stabilized. The experimental site that the Imperial Army used to activate the Psionic Death Star was still within the borders of the Free Kingdom. Crystal Peak was also safely protected in our hands. After sweeping away the remaining enemies in the Eastern Sky and temporarily defeating the rebel army on the Western Sky's frontlines after returning, we began to set up the strange device that Tawil had invented around the experimental site of the Psionic Death Star.
And now, the holographic projection before me was a part of this device.
It was a concentric ring with a radius of thirty kilometers, slowly rotating in two opposite directions, called the Shock Wave Multiplier Coil.
This object was placed vertically two thousand kilometers in front of the Empire Admiral, using space anchoring technology based on the World Coordinate Theory to fix it in space. According to Shallow Shallow's request, they must not drift even a nanometer when they start moving, or else the world that had already experienced a timeline rupture would suffer a second, more violent, paradoxical impact, and the entire universe could split into tens of thousands of parallel worlds. I didn't dare to imagine how terrifying it would be to save ten thousand worlds as troublesome as this one in one go, and I believed that a certain eyeball wouldn't want to write about it ten thousand times in its lifetime, which was why Tawil would rather go all out and use the astonishing coordinate anchoring device to fix these mechanical rings in space.
That's right, "these" rings, the one placed in front of the Empire Admiral was numbered 135171, and behind it, there was a whole bunch of numbers …
This was an unprecedented resonance array. The functions and structure of each of them were extremely simple, and even ordinary civilizations could create them themselves if they had the blueprints. However, their overall system was extremely complicated. We used hundreds of thousands of such rings to surround the psionic death star test site, so that when these devices were activated, they could drag the entire space where the psionic death star was located into a state of difference in seconds without affecting the timeline of the normal world. A red giant's volume was so huge that even a hundred million kilometers was a basic measurement unit. Don't be fooled by the hundreds of thousands of such rings we created, but after they were placed in the universe, the distance between each other was still an astronomical unit. Moreover, in order to create these rings …
Currently, from the City of Shadows to the Empire Fleet, from the Bubble Mother to the Bubble Replicas, every single Bubble basically suffered from the Loop Syndrome. They did nothing for three days and three nights just to create loops. Although they were all low-tech coils with a single structure, due to the high precision required, every single Schilling Host had to personally supervise their production from start to finish. Furthermore, they couldn't use the Mass Production Module to process it — you had to complete every single step personally. You can imagine how boring it was. Three days later, when the Bubbles delivered the hundreds of thousands of loops, their minds were filled with loops, their eyes were filled with loops, and even when they were looking at people, they would habitually turn their heads around. When I woke up in the morning, I saw two Mass Production Bubbles squatting at a corner of the wall drawing circles, and I thought that they had inherited the teachings of our elder sister. According to Sandora, the child's mother in the City of Shadows was even worse. She ordered the officers of the Macro World to capture Kyo Kusanagi and beat him up in the City of Shadows. Then, she ordered the unlucky child to go back and change his clothes immediately — it was said that the sun on Kyo Kusanagi's battle robe had turned solid, making him look like a Teletubbies.
These simple circles that caused the Bubble so much misery were amplifiers used to expand a dimensional distortion, and their command source was Shallow shallow. Tawil frankly admitted that it was impossible to develop a device to replicate Shallow shallow's abilities in a few days, even if it was just a preliminary simulation. All she could do was create a gigantic magnifying antenna to amplify Shallow shallow's abilities. Still, I was quite satisfied with this compromise. Being able to find a job to keep that girl who always wandered around was better than her doing nothing but leading a bunch of Three-Headed Demons to form various civil societies.
Now, the last amplifying coil had been sent out and was on its way. A Free Kingdom's fleet was in charge of transporting it. It wasn't that the Imperial Army lacked manpower, but that the Imperial Army was shouldering all the battle pressure at the frontlines. Our precious warships couldn't be used for such construction work, and it just so happened that there were quite a few Rebels here, so having them as laborers was a safe and efficient solution — for both sides.
"This is the Queen's fleet, Your Majesty. The last coil has been transported. It's adjusting its position on its own and is estimated to be ready in one minute."
At this moment, the commander of the Rebels responsible for transporting the coil sent me a message.
"Everyone, evacuate. We'll be activating the parsec array in two minutes. Thank you for your hard work."
After cutting off the communication, I called up my mental connection with Tawil. "Tawil, the array is about to be in place. How's the situation on your side?"
"The core area is operating well. We can go online at any time."
"… Qian Qian, are you ready?"
Tawil fell silent for a moment. "The Matriarch … is very spirited."
I replied, "… Understood."
What followed was a short wait. Two minutes passed quickly, and when the command hall rang with the announcement that "the parsec array has been fully activated," I didn't even realize that time had passed. But in the very next second, I could clearly feel the effects of the parsec array's successful activation.
Shallow shallow's spiritual undulations disappeared from my mind.
Along with her disappeared were the several hundred thousand amplifying coils. They all fell into the world of six seconds ago. Using Shallow shallow's theory, they would forever be in the world six seconds before they were observed by me.
Although I knew that this was normal for the parsec array, I still instinctively tensed up the instant that Shallow shallow's spiritual undulations disappeared. I had long since gotten used to having such a mischievous and boundlessly energetic mental connection jumping around in my mind all day long. In fact, I could even sense her existence even if she was in another world. Now that she suddenly disappeared, it really made my heart skip a beat.
But fortunately, all of this only lasted for a very short period of time. Making up for the six seconds that the Psionic Death Star had lost was an easy task for Shallow shallow, who had already mastered the parsec array. Perhaps in less than three seconds, Shallow shallow's mental connection returned to my senses. At the same time, an unprecedentedly gigantic light blue shadow appeared in front of the Empire Admiral.
The word 'gigantic' wouldn't even be enough to describe it. It would be more accurate to say that the entire world in front of the Empire Admiral instantly transformed into a sea of light blue flames.
The Psionic Death Star was returning to our world.
A celestial body with a radius of a billion times that of the sun appeared right in front of us. Even if it was just a translucent shadow, the pressure it exuded was astonishing. In that instant, the entire world in front of us was a sea of light blue flames. It was as if the surface of the Psionic Death Star had been split into two, with one side being the vast universe and the other being the bizarre blue flames. For such a gigantic celestial body to be filled with extremely concentrated Psionic energy that appeared to be in a physical state, just how powerful would it be?
No one could say for sure, but everyone knew that such a gigantic fireball had created a timeline that deviated six seconds from normal history. It could even be said that in that instant, it had duplicated the history of another universe — a deviation of six seconds.
The Psionic Death Star was rapidly materializing. From the increasingly clear blue silhouette, I felt as if it was a heart that was beating rhythmically. Then, Shallow shallow's loud voice resounded in my mind, confirming my guess.
"Ah Jun! Ah Jun, hurry up and move the Empire Fleet between the Death Star Fortress and the Great Nebula! The Psionic Death Star has nowhere to release its excess energy, so we can only fire in that direction! "
Damn it, this thing really is beating, you bastard!
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