The super explosion that occurred at the edge of the fortress shook the sky three light years away, shook two to three medium-sized star systems, and shattered 562 Eternal-class battleships of the Vengeance Army as well as countless escort fleets. But it didn't even shake a fart in Mogadorian society. They couldn't see it, not even in their lifetime.
Of course, considering the level of unrest in this society, there was probably no need to shake this place.
I didn't personally participate in this battle. The most direct observation I got was from the holographic video of the battle that the 1.2 meter sisters sent back. From the video, we could clearly feel the sisters' preference: you couldn't see anything except for the explosion. I felt that their battle report was in the same style as the giant footprints of the Beijing Olympics, just that it was more concentrated.
But I have to admit that the 1.2 meter sisters' performance in this independent battle left a deep impression on me. It was even enough to slightly change my perception of them. Including the big explosion that swept through several star systems (that was the highlight of the battle. Seventy to eighty percent of the enemies died in the collapse of space), they destroyed more than five hundred Eternal-class battleships and almost ten times that number of escort fleets in one battle. And the troops they brought with them were not even a third of this number. This was the triumph of the art of explosion. I began to take these two lolis, whom I had always treated as little lunatics with nothing but nitroglycerin in their heads. I couldn't deny that they were still the type of incompetent generals who would personally charge into battle when they were hot-blooded. But now, I no longer dared to underestimate the amount of tactical knowledge these two lunatics had in their brains.
After the battle at the edge of the fortress, the situation finally began to change.
The Avengers seemed to have finally felt the pain from their disastrous and inexplicable defeat. They changed their tactic of hiding in the shadow dimension and appearing every few days to take a bite out of the enemy. Now, they began to attack all of our bases.
Or rather, they began to "prepare" to attack all of our bases.
The first change happened the day after the Pandora sisters' triumphant return. Three distant space fortresses simultaneously reported that they had detected unidentified psionic signals within their warning range. The stationed mirror warships immediately went to investigate. They had a rather unpleasant encounter with a few sporadic patrols of the Vengeance Army. In the heated atmosphere, they opened up a few holes in each other's bodies. Compared to the thin bodies of the single-unit fighters, the holes on the opponents' bodies were probably a little too big. So, they were annihilated.
At first, the battle situation analysis system didn't realize what it meant for these three bases to be simultaneously investigated, since they weren't even close to each other. It simply treated it as an ordinary Avenger army "surfacing" and tossed a large number of spatial implosion bombs at the enemy's coordinates. That was because these three fortresses contained actual imperial bases. Several of our important weapon factories were currently working overtime inside. It wouldn't be a good idea to have a fierce battle right next to them. But three hours later, the alarm from the other fortresses immediately raised the overall war alert level of the Imperial Army by several levels. At least 27 space fortresses had detected unidentified psionic signals within their warning range.
The command center had once again entered a state of full mobilization since the battle of the Great Nebula, but everyone felt that the final battle was coming too abruptly. Because the Vengeance Army had always fought us with sneak attacks, their escalation of action was too sudden.
In the command center, reports and orders came one after another, but there was no sense of chaos. The well-trained officers of the Imperial Army maintained an indescribable sense of coordination when they exchanged orders. They knew how to use the most efficient mental connection and conventional commands at the same time to carry out two different levels of command. As a result, the information flowing in the command center was like a never-ending stream of laser signals in countless optical cables. Even though they were so close to each other and there were so many of them, they never collided with each other. Instead, they merged into something with a certain rhythm. Pandora once said that she liked this kind of nervous command. It sounded like music. At that time, I played a tune on the little girl's head. But as time passed, I now somewhat agreed with her feelings.
At least, no American blockbuster could find such an exciting atmosphere. Just thinking about it made you feel that everything was so exciting and unreal. Hundreds of millions of war machines were operating under the control of this command center, crushing everything in its path.
It had been twelve hours since the three space fortresses sent back the warning. The number of outposts that reported being inspected had reached 34, and the number was still increasing. The military control zone of Hauptville had been upgraded from A (War Has Begun) to SS (Total War). One more level and it would be a life-and-death battle. The roads leading from the satellite districts to the core military zone had been sealed and cut off. This was actually to protect the latter. Due to the special modular structure of Hauptville, only the central military zone was the hull of the Empire's Admiral. The surrounding satellite districts could be separated and transformed into various giant transport ships. Cutting off the communication between the two areas in advance could ensure that the satellite districts with weaker defenses could be packed up and transported away in a state of emergency.
Of course, this was just a state of readiness for war. It didn't mean that Hauptville would actually be attacked. But we knew what was going on. Some people couldn't help but feel nervous.
When the alert level was raised, a large group of Mobradorian scientists remained on the God of Fog base. They were the rare Mobradorian who were not despised by the other servant armies. That was because of their status as scholars and the fanaticism they showed when learning knowledge that befitted a qualified scholar. Both of these were worthy of admiration in the society under the rule of the Empire. The sirens that resounded throughout the entire base and the deformation of a large number of functional buildings could not be hidden, and no one intended to hide anything. So, these Mobradorian scholars were a little panicked. They were not the scientists of the Civilization Community or the New Eden Federation. The latter were used to researching the four ways to dismantle a celestial incendiary bomb amidst the smoke of war. The former were basically not used to having someone blow their brains out while they were writing. This kind of environment was very mild in the eyes of our war technicians.
The communication between the Mobradorian main planet and the God of Fog base was in a state of partial control. Some information that was verified as harmless by the fortress mainframe could be transmitted back to Mobradorian from the civilian area of the base. So, after the scientists were frightened, Mobradorian immediately knew that the situation had changed (due to the deformed technology tree, although the Mobradorians did not have superluminal observation technology, they had non-delay communication equipment). The Holy Pope hurriedly applied for contact with the God of Fog base. However, because he was not a high priority in the entire link, Sandora and I only had the time to deal with this' civilian communication 'after nearly an hour. By then, the Pope was already planning to drive the shuttle over. I could imagine the look of a ping-pong ball under his smooth mask. In this precarious situation, the Imperial Army base operating at full power was enough to make him nervous.
I frankly told the Pope that a full-scale war was about to break out and asked him to announce this news to all Mobradorians. It would be best if I added at the end of the message: "I'm afraid the Sage won't have the time to protect you this time."
The Pope was stunned for a long time after receiving the news, so much so that I thought the network was jammed.
I knew that this would definitely cause the Mobradorian society, which had just slightly calmed down from the disaster of Planet Brown Earth, to rise again. However, no one had the leisure to carefully care for the sheep now. The war machine of the Empire was ready to fight the enemy with iron and blood. It was time for the Pope of Mobradorian to fulfill the promise he made when he first established the religion and find a way to protect this world.
"If this is your will." The Pope on the holographic projection quickly regained his usual calm. Now, he had become one of the few dozen people in the Mobradorian civilization who knew what to do in such a situation. Three hundred years of mistakes had finally borne a huge, bitter fruit. Now, he had to bear the workload equivalent to more than a million civil servants in a normal civilization.
"I hope this storm can make you grow up quickly," Sandora said faintly. Her feelings for the Mobradorian civilization had gradually cooled. It was already quite remarkable that the concern she had for their ancestors did not turn into disgust after continuous disappointment. "What do you plan to use to rouse the courage of the Mobradorians?"
When the whole world was collapsing in front of them, courage alone was not enough to live a little longer, but at least it was necessary.
"It was Zaku's suggestion. I greatly reduced the government army," the Pope said in a low voice. He did not hide that he had secretly taken over the coalition government. "We used all the explorers, ruins scholars, and battlefield scavengers we could find to form a new grass-roots army. The Church Knights secretly replaced the original officers of the government army. Those new soldiers are very difficult to manage, but at least they know how to use a gun and won't run away when they hear gunshots. Half of them have seen blood, although it was when they were fighting with the guardian machines in the ruins … I think if there is an emergency situation where the rebels break through the defense line, these new soldiers should be able to hold on until the civilians escape. After all, they are not completely useless. If I was given more time, they should be able to … "
Sandora interrupted him impatiently. "In a cage, no amount of time can train a ferocious beast. What they need is not time but danger. At least they only need to face the rebellion of their own people. It is much safer than us, who have to face the servants of the Imperial Army. "
The pope was silent, but I felt that he had changed a lot recently. In the beginning, even though he had obeyed our arrangements, he didn't seem to realize his mistakes from the bottom of his heart. But now, after personally witnessing the end of the world (In fact, in the eyes of many citizens of the empire's vassal civilizations, it wasn't the end of the world at all. They experienced the end of the world much more thrilling), this stubborn pope finally began to atone for his past actions from the bottom of his heart. This made my impression of him change a little.
After ending the communication with the Pope, I tilted my head and said to Sandora, "I can feel that he is thinking of ways to rouse the fighting spirit and courage of his compatriots. He is moving for this, but I don't know what he plans to do."
"I feel the same." Sandora replied simply. Her attention was already focused on the command hall below.
Today, Sandora was still wearing her favorite sky-blue dress. But even with the same outfit, this Queen showed a completely different demeanor. The current her was brimming with a surging force field, making people standing beside her feel an atmosphere of absolute victory. This was the aura that Sandora had honed through thousands of years of war. This aura was produced by her unparalleled control over war. This kind of aura could not be obtained through slaughter, victory, or defeat. Although there was no lack of people from the Imperial Army around me who had the same war experience, it was only when I was around Sandora that I could feel this atmosphere of 'confidence' and 'faith'. Perhaps this was the reason why Sandora was called the 'Warsong Princess'.
"Ah Jun, what are you looking at?"
Noticing my gaze, Sandora suddenly turned her head and asked.
"Nothing." I shook my head. "Seeing that you have regained your fighting spirit, I feel more at ease."
"Sometimes, there is no choice." Sandora shook her head lightly. "I have known this since a long time ago. Only those who survived the war have the right to worry. Now, we only need to do one thing well. But knowing that they are just moving shells does make one feel slightly relieved. After all, in the worldview of the Shiring Apostles, the soul is far more important than the body. "
"Currently, we have destroyed most of the Revenge Army's patrols and detonated the Space Implosion Bomb near the coordinates they left behind. For the time being, they won't be able to enter the real world on a large scale," Big Sister said worriedly. "But they have turned out in full force and the number of patrols is increasing. There will always be some that we won't be able to stop in time."
"Then prepare for the battlefield." Sandora quickly marked out a series of coordinates on the star map. "As long as we avoid these places, we will have the ability to fight them head-on. Pandora and Visca's movements were too big this time, causing the Revenge Army to mistakenly think that the main material plane was being pressured by their army. Those two girls … are very skilled in battle tactics, but their foresight is not very far-sighted when it comes to war. But that's fine. Since it is something that will happen sooner or later, it might be beneficial to start the war before the situation worsens. How is our celestial system fleet? "
Sandora's last sentence was directed at the command center. She was in her commanding seat, assigning the forces responsible for blocking the enemy's spatial rift. Upon hearing Sandora's question, she immediately replied, "The fleet has set sail, but the beacon system of the outpost base is still charging. We need at least forty-eight hours to pull the fleet over!"
"Forty-eight hours. It's just two days." Sandora did not seem to be stressed at all. Instead, she laughed. "Aside from the real bases, fill all the space fortresses with reactors and explosives. I suddenly realized that Pandora and Visca's reckless tactics are quite useful."
Just like that, with one sentence from Sandora, the war seemed to be fated to end with a fireworks party.
Six hours later, the first space fortress to be violently attacked by the Avengers since the battle at the border fortresses sent a warning signal. The signal was short: "The enemy has appeared, and there are many of them … They have entered real space."
The coordinates where the Avengers' appeared 'from the shadow realm to the real world was completely random. They could not control where they appeared, much less us. That was why as long as there were enough of them, they would always be able to find a space fortress that was close to us and coincidentally in the blind spot of our warning system. One such patrol team found a space fortress that had just been completed and lacked security. This time, they learned their lesson and did not recklessly approach the fortress. Instead, they immediately retreated half a light year and opened up a spatial rift. We only knew about it when the fortress was attacked, so no fleet was able to reinforce it in time. But fortunately, the fortress was also a phantom base. Apart from a fleet of mirrors, it had countless explosives inside. The Avengers defeated the fleet of mirrors with very few casualties, and then the space fortress exploded like fireworks.
But a few minutes after this news, whether it was good news or not, we detected something else: a full-band broadcast across the universe, wrapped in cosmic background radiation.
It was so familiar. I immediately recalled that this was the scanning technology that the Avengers had used to lock onto the solar system after we triggered the Sky Corridor on Mobrador.
The alert level of the base was finally raised to SSS status. The districts where the Mobrador scientists and the other researchers of the servant army lived were all separated from the God Fog Base. After transforming into enormous carriers, they sank into the space folds or were sent to other safe places. A lot of fleets departed from their respective spaceports and went to the nearest hyperdrive device, preparing to jump at high speed to support certain important bases that had been accidentally discovered by the enemy. The enemy's tactics were obviously for a final battle in real space. They had given up on the excellent concealment of the shadow dimension and turned out in full force. Sandora deduced that the enemy must have built an unprecedentedly large spatial rift somewhere in the universe, and then used full-band scanning to detect our space fortress. Although the detection could not identify which of the fortresses was real, it did not affect the fact that all of our bases were exposed to the enemy's eyes.
"Your Phantom Project has done a good job this time," I said to Sandora after the full-band broadcast. "I'm afraid all of our bases have been scanned, but 90% of them are 'scarecrows'. Let the Avengers look for them."
"Those bases were used for them to scan from the beginning. The Old Empire's technology is very advanced, and they will use this method sooner or later. However, there is one thing that is still in our plan," Sandora replied as she pointed at the star map that had turned completely red and was marked with 'High Alert' signs everywhere. There was a point on it that happened to be in the middle of all the danger zones. "The enemy has not discovered our giant world gate yet, and the celestial system fleet is our trump card."
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