Xyrin Empire
Chapter 422 - Chapter 422 Chapter 422 Full-scale Attack

Chapter 422: Chapter 422 Full-scale Attack Chapter 422: Chapter 422 Full-scale Attack “How do you find this fortress?” I asked Steer as we sat on the bench in front of the fountain in the cathedral district, looking up at the clear sky simulated by the pale blue energy shield above us.

Steer was silent for a moment, then let out a long, wistful sigh. “A miracle, a miracle beyond the limits of human imagination. 48 hours ago, I would have never imagined I’d have such an incredible experience… Ha, alien planets, that concept really shouldn’t be popping up in the mind of a member of the magic side, should it?”

“And ironically, those forces on the science side, which is opposite to you, are basically useless in this intergalactic war–don’t tell me you’re actually hung up on this?”

Steer seemed restless without his cigarettes, fumbling in his pocket and then letting his hand fall in dismay. “A habit formed over many years isn’t so easily broken, just like an addiction to smoking. I can’t just quit my disdain for the science side.”

I smiled slightly. “Well, at least you should have the concept that the Earth is round.”

“…Of course, do you take me for a fool?”

“Now let me tell you, the place where this Imperial fortress stands, this black death planet, is even larger than Earth, containing 37 times the amount of rare mineral resources found on Earth. And less than a month ago, it was populated by billions of powerful lifeforms. Three hundred million Insect warriors turned into fireworks beyond the skies above you, and one-tenth of their number would be enough to devastate any nation on Earth. Yet this planet is merely the most inconspicuous pebble in this star zone. In the era of the fiercest wars here, every day saw numerous such planets lighting up the universe as flashes of light. You may not have much impression of this, so look around you: those warriors from various worlds that might appear strange in your eyes, they are strong, resilient, each with their own great deeds of saving worlds, each of them heroes or even kings of their races. The strongest among them were once considered demigods, but here, at the Imperial front, they are all soldiers, warriors fighting for glory and victory. To put it bluntly, they are all fresh recruits!”

I patted Steer’s shoulder and stood up.

“You need to be aware. I heard a phrase that’s been circulating among the Holy Expeditionary Army here, and I’ll pass it on to you: ‘Here we witness our own insignificance and humanity’s shallowness.’ I mean no disrespect to humans, but I hope you understand that becoming legendary isn’t always about grand, lofty ambitions. Here you’d best let go of all your prejudices–those are seen as trivial jokes not even worth mentioning by the street sweepers here.”

Steer finally took out a cigarette decisively and, with a snap of his fingers to light it, took a deep drag before comfortably exhaling a long breath and murmuring, “Alright, Your Majesty, your words are quite blunt, making one quite uncomfortable. But I admit, I’m starting to agree with what you said… This is the end of the world, where any CD seller you bump into is of Savior Level, and nobody gives a damn about human trivialities… But no matter what, to think we’d be fighting in power armor… only you would come up with that.”

My face tightened subtly, then I gritted my teeth and said, “That CD seller… he’s nothing but a seller!”

“What a brilliant and unreserved wake-up call,” chimed in a familiar, mischievous girl’s voice from behind, just as my conversation with Steer was about to veer into a bizarre direction about the rampant piracy in General City and the urgent need for the Xyrin People to form a municipal management organization. “However, my great Lord Angel, could you tell me if we’re now fighting for God?”

I turned around, and sure enough, there stood Lola Stewart and Shen Lie Huozhi. The former, with a sly smile on her face, hands clasped behind her back and leaning slightly forward, asked me.

“Fighting for God…” I responded seriously, playing along. “If you mean a God who could create Earth, let me tell you plainly, what we do here is as simple as eating and drinking. The so-called gods, if you strip away the symbolic meaning in each person’s heart, are nothing more than a more powerful form of life. That’s the truth about God in our hearts. As long as you believe you are fighting for your faith, that’s enough–once you leave Earth’s cage, nobody here cares if the people you meet share your beliefs. Is this explanation satisfactory?”

“Whatever,” Lola said nonchalantly, waving her hand, “I’ve already seen with my own eyes what the ultimate life should look like, the combination of science and the mysticism. Perhaps that’s the ultimate path for humanity. Asking you that question was just to gain some psychological support and to give everyone an explanation.”

That’s such an irresponsible statement… I really had nothing to say to this fox woman.

“At least don’t embarrass the Earthlings,” I said, scratching my head with a look of helplessness, “for heaven’s sake, we’re people of the twenty-first century. Don’t be less knowledgeable than those feudal-era Otherworldly People.”

Although I said that, I wasn’t too worried about whether Lola’s people would rigidly adhere to an opposition to scientific forces. Even though they are from the Magic Side, British Puritan mages certainly aren’t as inflexible as the Roman Orthodox. The sharp division between the Magic Side and the Science Side in the Magic Prohibition World had greatly softened after the impact of the meteorite assault and the alien rescue–not to mention, there are multiple reasons for this easing of tensions, such as the fact that the Science Side has become a puppet force under our control, or that the Roman Orthodox’s influence is gradually weakening due to being ignored by the gospel of Heaven during the Salvation operations, and that Lola, the top figure of the Magic Side, simply happens to be my employee…

Come to think of it, has the entire Magic Prohibition World unknowingly come under our control?

The Salvation Army, who were the first to assemble and had similar experience in coalition warfare, took up the responsibility I had thought of. They explained to the newbies from various worlds about the Divine Expeditionary Army, based on a simplified version of the Salvation Army’s highest doctrine, which applies to soldiers from every world. It primarily advocated absolute unity, elimination of all racial disputes, tolerance for ideological differences as much as possible, and fighting only for ultimate glory and victory. There were other things that sounded almost as extreme as a cult, but such iron-clad beliefs seemed to evoke heroism in the hearts of the warriors of all races. Moreover, their morale skyrocketed after simulating battles with the “targets” of captured members of the Insect Race–clearly forgetting the spine-chilling fact that our enemies, when combined, could number in the hundreds of billions.

Oh well, having fighting spirit isn’t a bad thing after all, and those Ravens should be capable of teaching their pupils well.

The various military modules of General City had entered normal operation, and our troops were increasing non-stop. Meanwhile, the other six Imperial Fleets serving as trailblazers had established relatively stable frontline fortresses in the Sky Zones near us. Including Black Egg Star, there were now about thirteen military fortress-type planets under the control of the Imperial Fleet. Of course, these planets were without exception very desolate. We weren’t planning to compete with the natives here for precious ecological planets. After all, the Xyrin People had almost no limit to the extreme conditions they could survive in; there was no need to start a war with the three major species of the entire Star Zone over a few sightseeing spots–they would give us a hard enough time if they united against the Imperial invasion.

“Apart from the main Imperial Corps seemingly having the misfortune of attracting multiple encounters due to someone’s unlucky aura, other Expeditionary Corps are progressing well,” Sandora said inside the tactical hall of the Crystal Tower. While pointing at the holographic projection of the Star Map, she subtly teased me. Honestly, I was starting to wonder if I had accidentally touched some cursed item my sisters had created out of boredom. Naturally, I had no retort for Sandora’s teasing. “We are currently here, and our other controlled planets are on six points around us–essentially symmetrical, ensuring that fleets produced by each fortress planet can assemble in the shortest time and at the lowest cost. The Expeditionary Armies from the various worlds have been led to these fortresses by the Ravens who recently came from Shadow City, acting as surprise attack forces. Based on information submitted by Reynolds, we have identified ten planets in the Sky Zone occupied by the Insect Race. These places will be listed as primary targets for our attacks.”

I blinked as I studied the complex holographic Star Map, and after struggling to find even my own position, I decisively gave up: “Alright, whether it’s annihilation or occupation warfare, we now have enough destructive weapons, but the number of landing troops is still insufficient–especially if we’re to wage wars on ten planets simultaneously.”

“You can be assured that over half of these ten planets have been completely destroyed by the Insect Race and turned into wastelands. Turning the entire planet to ashes will suffice. As for the remaining few planets, they are all human colonized stars. It seems those colonists have just retreated not long ago and their desperate counterattacks before evacuation have significantly reduced the number of Insect Race members on the planets. The difficulty of landing battles should not be high, but we’d better hurry. In a few days, the reproductive capacity of those bugs will cover the surface with their larvae.”

“I have a question!”

Lola, who had been listening in utter confusion as we arranged this interstellar-scale warfare, took the opportunity to speak up and raised her hand to attract our attention.

Besides this archbishop who always liked to act like a little girl, the other Expeditionary Armies of the various worlds calmly observed on the sidelines–they didn’t understand at all what the “Saviors” were discussing.

“Go ahead,” I said, my eyebrows twitching, wondering what sort of mischief the top archbishop was planning to stir up.

“Can I ask… are we going to eliminate those monsters one by one until every insect planet in the entire Star System is wiped out?”

“Of course not,” I immediately shook my head, since we are all on the same side, there was nothing wrong with revealing the Imperial Army’s plan. After all, it wasn’t a secret, “We plan to take down these planets one by one until we draw out their queen. The Blade Queen has absolute control over all Insect Race members, and then everything will be easy.”

Sylvanas, who had just arrived yesterday afternoon and been snoozy from inter-plane transmission, suddenly perked up, “Do you need me to control her with Undead Magic?”

“Of course not,” I said, then turned to look at Raynor, who was drinking and eavesdropping nearby, “Our next step is to have Raynor seduce her.”

“Pfft!”

Uncle Raynor spat out a mouthful of old blood three meters away, then slipped off the chair amid a clattering noise.

“They have a complicated past, so he should be able to woo her.”

Lilina added fuel to the fire, and immediately, the commanders from various races, who were initially dumbfounded, turned utterly horrified.

As the unscrupulous representatives of various races gawked at Uncle James Raynor, he was nearly choked to death by the high-concentration vodka.

After a few seconds of silence, Lola was the first to regain her composure. With a look of great admiration, she comforted the ash-like Raynor, “The Divine Sect teaches us to be tolerant–don’t worry, I won’t judge you.”

A flash of red light went through Sylvanas’s eyes. She shrugged at Raynor, “You really are brave. But, you know, I have many single female Zombies under my command; maybe you could consider changing your taste?”

Uncle Raynor finally crumbled…

“Alright, that’s it, the specific action plan will be sent to the command centers of each race later on. This meeting is adjourned!”

After everyone had left, I finally approached Raynor, who was still staring blankly at the sky, and waved my hand in front of his eyes, “Okay, Beardy, how about we talk about your love issues with Kerrigan now?”

“How did you guys find out…” Raynor seemed to realize this problem for the first time, but he quickly shook his head in resignation, “With your technology, finding out these things is easy anyway.”

…Does high technology necessarily correlate with the thriving gossip business?

“Alright, I’m just giving you a little reassurance; we’ll handle everything. If Kerrigan really can return, we don’t mind giving her a hand.”

I patted Raynor’s shoulder, pulling him up from the ground and then surprised him with my offer.

This way, he would undoubtedly commit to helping us wholeheartedly.

As I walked out of the command center, Lilina walked beside me, chatting with me through Spiritual Connection, “Was it really necessary to go through all that trouble for that bearded uncle? It would be so much simpler to just have Sylvanas convert the Blade Queen with Undead Magic!”

“The reality of the Star Universe is not the same as in games, having a guide who’s an expert on local conditions can save us a lot of trouble.”

“Tsck…just say you’re being a Good Samaritan,” Lilina muttered, “and here I thought you might have plans to include Kerrigan in your harem too.”

“…You won’t be getting a bonus next month.”

“When have you ever given me a bonus, you fascist boss!!”

The all-out attack on the Insect Race began as planned, relying on the Xyrin Host’s cheating production method. With expansion speeds on par with the Insect Race, we quickly built up a massive fleet. These fleets set off from the Empire’s various colonial zones and in just three days, burned down seven planets contaminated by the Insect Race. Meanwhile, the progress of the landing wars was somewhat slower. Although they were the first military operations to launch, the ground forces naturally couldn’t advance as quickly as the EOP-03’s shockwave, and those mixed troops from various worlds also needed time to blend properly. We couldn’t allow too many valuable warriors to die in vain due to lack of experience in the cold outer space of another world. This made the Ravens acting as commanders opt for a relatively conservative approach.

Overall, our progress was smooth.

“Currently, Stormwind City’s army and the Vedis Empire’s army have purified seventy percent of Planet No.8. The ‘Cockroach Exterminator No.1’ has already begun to grow under their protection. That planet can be considered secured,” Sandora reported the progress of our troops in General City’s command center. Yet, even the usually blunt Queen hesitated when she mentioned “Cockroach Exterminator,” “In addition, the Thunder Cliff army and Armored Scorpion Army encountered some trouble on Planet No.10. After initial chaos, the Insect Race’s Defensive Ability seems to have been stimulated. The planet is filled with giant Thunder Beasts and Mutant Flying Dragons tens of meters high, all the Low-level Troops seem to have become nourishment for these dominant forces. It cost a bit to deal with them, but since Pandora is nearby acting as Military Governor…the only hassle now is that the Colonial Zone we meant to preserve on Planet No.10 has a hole punched right through the middle, which might make the people of the Independent Federation a bit anxious.”

“Let them protest,” I shrugged, unconcerned, “if they can’t sort out their own house, and someone helps to sweep the floor, they still complain that the floor isn’t waxed. They make too much fuss.”

However, at that moment, I hadn’t anticipated that the Independent Federation would actually have the gall–or rather, it seemed every race here wasn’t timid.

Just as our large-scale operation was coming to a close, a border patrol of the Imperial Army, stationed at the very edge of the controlled territory, was suddenly attacked by a massive Battlecruiser formation. In a severe numerical disadvantage and with non-combat ships, the patrol commander had no choice but to retreat. Despite successfully using Super Space-Time Jump to escape the enemy’s assault, this could be said to be the first time we faced a setback in this Star Zone, and the attackers were–Monsk’s Fleet.

Just when we amassed a fleet to retaliate against this intrusion at the Imperial Border, another patrol in a different part of the Star Zone was also attacked. Their situation was even worse than the first: the attackers were an unidentified Protos Fleet. Facing a carrier group nearly ten times their own number, that patrol managed to have only two Assault Ships escape successfully.

The situation seemed to be turning murky.

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