A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1417 - 959: The All-around Tactician (End of the month, asking for a monthly pass, meow)

Chapter 1417: Chapter 959: The All-around Tactician (End of the month, asking for a monthly pass, meow)

The entire battlefield was immersed in a frenzy.

Duanmu Huai could feel it—each breath he took, each heartbeat, seemed to connect him to the soldiers on the battlefield, in a bidirectional feedback process—when those soldiers killed an Alien, he felt joy. And this joy was conveyed back to the soldiers, making them even more fanatical.

Duanmu Huai was satisfied with this. In a way, he could finally consider himself standing at the same level as the Evil God. Just as the Brutal Wrath paid heed to every warrior fighting in a bloodbath, he also saw the Star Alliance soldiers transforming under his influence.

Perhaps before this, they were standard Star Alliance soldiers, but Duanmu Huai believed that after this war ended, they would become fervent purifiers of humanity’s enemies.

The will of the Old God, when combined with the God of Destruction, seemed quite effective.

If there was anything Duanmu Huai felt dissatisfied with, it would be the slow pace of advancement. Komoro was originally just a logistics center-like structure built by the Spirit race in the Interstellar Web. But after countless millennia of expansion, it had become a colossal tumor. However, for Duanmu Huai, this was sufficient.

He never counted on destroying Komoro City merely through ground assaults, as it was clearly impossible. Komoro, while a city within the Web, was essentially the size of a planet. Trying to capture this planet with human hands would be a colossal waste of resources—it would take too long and cost too much, making it an unprofitable endeavor for Duanmu Huai, the God of Destruction.

The ground battle was only intended to distract Komoro, allowing the Tribunal Fleet to enter the Web in time. And now that Aikute had destroyed the defense fleet and reached the designated position, there was only one thing left for Duanmu Huai to do.

"The battle is over; all units retreat to the Teleportation Portal immediately, prepare to implement Plan B."

He took one more glance at the dark, boundless city before him, then coldly issued the command.

At the same time, the Dark Spirit Clan also began to take action. They certainly weren’t going to stand idly by and get hit. What the Dark Spirit Clan needed to do was to find and understand exactly where these enemies came from and what their motivations were—fortunately, they found the answer without much effort.

Star Union.

Those monkeys.

The Dark Spirit Clan was somewhat surprised but not shocked by this intelligence. Not long ago, they had intercepted and captured one of the monkeys’ warships. From interrogating its crew, the Dark Spirit Clan learned about these monkeys. They had not taken these monkeys seriously because, from the deconstruction of the monkey’s warship technology, it was clear that this monkey civilization called the Star Union was still very primitive and not worth their concern or attention.

But now it seemed they had changed.

The boundless universe began to ripple, and subsequently, one after another, sharp black warships emerged from the darkness, the blue planet was their target.

Clive stared at the planet before him, his eyes filled with resolute rage and hatred, as he sat atop a slave—that monkey was originally a high-ranking officer on a Star Alliance Battleship, but now it had completely succumbed to the Dark Spirit Clan. Its skin had been entirely peeled off, revealing the raw muscles beneath. The exquisite skills of the Dark Spirit Clan allowed them to effortlessly flay the skin off the monkeys without killing them.

The endless screams of the monkey beneath him brought Clive great satisfaction, filling the emptiness and hunger in his soul with their agonizing pain. Clive was eager to embark on another hunt, using the monkeys’ gruesome suffering to fill the void in his heart. It was a pity, however, that this time he had come here not for the hunt.

The Star Union and the Tribunal had invaded Komoro, and under the crude and blasphemous actions of those monkeys, Komoro was falling into war. His purpose here was to cease fire—by conquering the Star Alliance Headquarters and forcing them to order a cease-fire, that was the Dark Spirit Clan’s expertise.

At least not foolishly engage in head-on combat with the opposing Steel Warriors.

"Everything is ready! Governor!"

"Good."

Clive cleared his throat, already fantasizing about how, after this victory, his status in Komoro City might be further elevated, but discussing this now seemed too premature.

"Prepare......!"

A flash of bright fire interrupted Clive’s command as he turned his head, only to see a warship on the flank explode and disintegrate into debris. At the same time, a vast, brilliantly radiant warship appeared out of the void, the dark muzzle of the Macro Cannon aiming at the Dark Battle Ship fleet, bringing a cold shock with it.

"Accelerate forward! We’ve been spotted!"

Clive didn’t care how he was detected, only knowing that he had fallen into the enemy’s trap, but without any hesitation, he continued to give orders. Soon, colorful Shields appeared outside the Dark Spirit Battle Ships as they sped towards the planet at unimaginable speed.

One after another, Tribunal Warships appeared, blocking the path of the Dark Spirit Battle Ships, their guns blazing. The Dark Spirit Battle Ships, like moths to a flame, were being hit and destroyed. Nevertheless, a few Dark Spirit Battle Ships managed to break through the blockade and continued to push forward.