The Wotan Alliance overloaded the shields of the Imperial battleships, but did not launch a devastating attack like in previous attempts.
Instead, he used teleportation to enter the Empire's warship.
Perhaps they also realized that they would not be able to destroy the Imperial ships in that way.
The armed forces acted quickly and built a defense system for the warships.
Set up strong firepower points in important corridors, seal off the outer deck area, strengthen the defense of positions adjacent to the outer area, and be ready to unleash devastating firepower on any intruder who dares to break in.
First Captain Manolion of the Pathfinders was the first Primaris to face the Wotan Alliance's boarding party.
The warriors of the Wotan Alliance wore full body armor that was covered in bright silver, just like the ancient knights.
The style of their armor is similar to that used by the old Astartes of the Empire.
Centurion armor, Terminator armor, etc. are all available.
There are a few differences that have little impact on the overall structure.
As a veteran, Manolian easily recognized the models of those armors.
The surface of those armors is also sprayed with the emblems of various families and companies in the Wotan Alliance.
Manolian made an assessment of the armor of the Wotan League.
In terms of performance, their armor is superior to the old Astartes armor.
But the warriors who wield those armors are far inferior to the Astartes.
They are generally smaller than Astartes warriors, and no matter how strong they are, they are still mortals.
Occasionally, some are implanted with bioprosthetic limbs or have undergone genetic upgrades.
But compared to the Astartes, they are still just weak mortals.
Standing in front of the warriors who had completed the Primaris upgrade, the warriors of the Wotan Alliance were like children.
In addition to humans, there are also a large number of dwarves in the army of the Wotan Alliance.
They are incredibly strong, yet smaller than an average human.
They are all covered in heavy armor and look like moving steel balls or round and interesting eggs.
Watching as warriors from the Wotan Alliance appeared in the corridor.
Manolian whispered, drawing his blade and issuing orders to the various units within the ship.
"In the name of the Holy Emperor, make them regret ever boarding the Imperial ship."
The fighting broke out quickly and violently.
Manolian led his company in a fierce attack on the enemy.
The Wotan Alliance warriors who rushed in along the corridor also raised their weapons to meet the brutal charge of these violent giants.
Manolian's sword cut the spear of a Wotan alliance warrior in half, and the sharp blade flashing with arcs then pierced into the opponent's breastplate.
Screams of pain followed.
The Wotan alliance warrior was pierced by Manolian.
The sharp blade pierced the opponent's chest.
There was a hint of pleading and regret in the desolate cry.
No one can remain calm when facing death.
Manolian showed no mercy, but thrust his sword into the opponent's chest with greater force, stirring it inside the opponent's chest, ending his life once and for all.
They should not be enemies of the Holy Emperor.
The Empire brought salvation to this branch of humanity stranded in a remote area, and brought them the honor of sharing in conquering the universe.
They threw the goodwill of the Empire to the ground and killed the Kren Sage.
In such a situation, how could they be qualified to receive forgiveness and mercy from the imperial warriors.
The assault team composed of warriors of the Wotan Alliance collapsed after coming into contact with the Primaris warriors of the Pathfinders.
Those giants were as invincible as demons. It was easy to cut off their weapons and tear them into pieces.
Those thick armors were as fragile as paper and were easily broken by the swords and axes wielded by the opponents.
Manolian rushed to the front, slashing at the enemies with his sword.
No one can stop him.
Every time the sword was swung, one or two Wotan Alliance warriors would be killed.
A dwarven warrior from the Wotan Alliance tried to hold him back.
The guy was holding a giant battle axe.
He is physically strong and wears heavy armor.
But it took Manolian only three seconds to chop him into pieces.
The dwarf warrior was still confused and unwilling before he died.
He had barely raised his battle axe when his opponent chopped off both of his hands.
Before he could react, he was slashed across the abdomen by the sword, cutting his armor and body in two.
The blood gushing from the remains of the dwarf warrior soaked Manolian's armor and stained the deck.
He didn't care about it at all, but worked even harder to kill those fools who dared to offend the majesty of the sacred emperor.
No one can challenge the empire.
No one can trample on the dignity of the empire.
The Wotan Alliance did that, and they will have to pay the price.
The price in blood and lives.
Manolian killed his way along the corridor nodes.
His battle-brothers followed closely behind him.
Keep shouting out battle cries.
They were clearing out the fools who dared to board Imperial ships at a very fast speed.
Armed forces composed of ordinary people are responsible for guarding every important road to ensure that those core areas will not be destroyed by the enemy.
The armed forces became an iron felt for defense, while the Primaris warriors became violent hammers, smashing the enemies between them into pieces.
The Wotan Alliance warriors who launched the boarding attack were like fish jumping into a fishing net.
As the net was slowly tightened, the space they had to move around in became smaller and smaller, until finally there was no way to escape.
They waged a desperate battle.
But in front of the Primaris warriors, the warriors of the Wotan Alliance were as fragile as children.
In just a moment, the surrounded Wotan Alliance warriors were slaughtered, turning into a pile of broken wreckage and corpses scattered on the ground.
The speed from landing to the death of all personnel was astonishingly fast.
"The enemy has been eliminated." Manolian said in the communicator.
"Well done." Chapter Master Andro made no secret of his admiration for his First Company Captain.
“What should I do next?”
Manolian asked Andro for his opinion.
He asked, scanning the battlefield.
He casually chopped off the head of a still-squirming dwarf.
The Wotan League has chosen to abandon peace.
Any soldier who dares to fight for the Wotan Alliance will be an enemy of the Empire.
The Empire never showed mercy to its enemies.
"The space has been locked. No member of the Wotan Alliance will be able to leave alive today. We will reverse the attack on them, eliminate the top leaders of the Alliance, and send the bodies back. Let their damn parliament know that the Empire has been angered. Remember to leave them a message. Anyone who is an enemy of the Empire will never be forgiven."
Hearing the words of the Chapter Master, Andro, Manolian smiled.
"I see."
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Du Lin stood on the main command platform and walked back and forth. The bleak light emitted by the windows that popped up continuously reflected on his rough face covered with beard.
The calm and composed demeanor of a commander in charge of the chessboard is gone.
At this moment, he was already possessed by fear.
The strong, short and stocky body was trembling slightly.
The boarding teams lost contact one after another.
It was completely ended with screams.
"Those guys are scary demons. They are demons. We shouldn't mess with them."
Desperate cries were heard in the communication of a team.
He felt as helpless as a mortal facing unspeakable horror, filled with regret and unwillingness.
The sounds of fighting also continued to come from there.
The sounds of flesh and armor being torn apart mixed with the roar of gunfire.
The team numbers in the information window dimmed one by one in front of Du Lin and turned gray.
That color represents that all the commandos to which the number belongs have died.
The Empire's ships are like a bottomless pit.
Devoured all the commandos he sent out.
The last team member screamed and stopped abruptly.
The last lit number in the information window also dimmed and turned gray.
The assault mission was declared a complete failure.
All commandos aboard the Imperial ship were killed, with no survivors.
Du Lin looked at the scarlet words on the information window, his body softened, and he slumped down on the command throne.
"Commander, we must leave." The staff officer who had just suggested leaving made another suggestion: "We no longer have any chance of winning, and we must preserve the Alliance's manpower. The troops in charge of this expedition are all elite, and if they are all killed here, the impact on the Alliance will be extremely terrifying."
Hearing this, Du Lin closed his eyes, looking very painful.
All their efforts were like waves crashing into a cliff and being shattered.
It was not until this moment that he realized that what the Alliance saw as the Empire was just the tip of the iceberg, not the whole thing.
Those fools declared war so arrogantly, pushing the Wotan Alliance into the abyss.
Du Lin was about to speak when he ordered an evacuation.
Preserve the alliance's vitality.
The supervisor in charge of intelligence detection jumped up with a look of horror.
His voice was filled with fear.
"We are blocked. A blockade barrier appears in the sub-spacetime. We have no way to enter the superluminal jump."
These words made many high-level commanders and generals panic.
If FTL travel were cut off, they would all be doomed!
They are all the elites of the Wotan Alliance, and are also the representatives of the major family forces placed in the army. They are the eyes of all parties to supervise the army.
The reason why they dared to go to the battlefield was because the Wotan Alliance had clear regulations that the army must give priority to protecting them.
Even if they lose the battle, they can leave safely under the protection of the army.
Those who die in war are always the cannon fodder and the patriots who love the alliance.
But now, the faster-than-light jump has been cut off, and it is obvious that the Empire wants to wipe them out in one fell swoop.
Before Du Lin could react, the warship suddenly shook, as if it was hit hard by something.
The noisy alarm sounded in every compartment of the ship.
Intruder detected, in sector A-45, heading towards the core furnace.
Intruder detected, in sector b-54, heading toward core power distribution room.
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As the ship was shaking, Du Lin suddenly reached out and grabbed the railing beside him to steady himself.
The communicator carried the defending troops' screams of fear and requests for help.
The Empire, which had eliminated the commandos, launched a counter-teleport and had already attacked the flagship.
Many alliance leaders were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and some were so miserable that their bodies began to tremble.
"What should we do?"
"They are already here."
"Hurry up and get the people from other ships to protect us."
"We should evacuate and go to other ships."
The sounds that came one after another were full of fear.
These elites no longer had their usual composure and became as panic-stricken and disoriented as an ordinary person whom they despised.
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On the wide landing deck, the Alliance's armed forces watched as Imperial soldiers rushed out of the light column like a tide.
Lasers and heat beams appeared one after another in just a few minutes.
The landing deck was declared lost.
The defense forces were forced to withdraw from the deck area and lower the explosion-proof decks in the corridors in an attempt to defend the ship.
However, the closed metal hatch was violently smashed and deformed by a few punches from those terrifying giants.
Then, in front of the molten flow, it turned into iron slurry emitting red light.
The metal lava flowed along the door frame.
The hatch was quickly breached.
Manolian led his company into the corridor behind the destroyed hatch.
Red alarm lights filled the corridor, like blood smeared on the bulkhead.
The Wotan Alliance ships looked much sleeker and neater than the Empire's.
They used smooth steel plates to block the cables and computing cores embedded in the walls.
No Imperial ship looked so disorganized.
Unfortunately, neatness is not a virtue that can win battles.
Brutality and force are the key to victory or defeat.
When the Empire's Primaris appeared in sight, the Alliance's defensive forces opened fire. The flashes from the muzzles of their plasma ray guns were as dazzling as the helium flashes of stars, but on a smaller scale.
Those brilliant beams shot towards the Imperial warriors, but were distorted by the protective force field released by the armor and transferred into the warp.
Manolian and others moved forward all the way, neither dodging nor avoiding the rays, allowing them to fall on the protective force field and stir up ripples.
They just kept firing their grenade launchers, shooting at the enemies who were in defensive formation.
High-powered bombs exploded among the soldiers.
As terrifying as a cannonball.
The bodies of the Alliance soldiers were blown into wet chunks of meat, and even if they were not hit they would be killed by the shock wave.
The surviving Union soldiers collapsed with fear.
Only a warmongerer would develop such a weapon.
How crazy must that human empire be to use such weapons so widely
Armored Alliance warriors came from all directions, trying to stop the Empire's unbridled invasion.
However, they were doomed to fail.
The raid on the Imperial ships failed.
The defense aboard the Alliance ships was also doomed to fail.
The first batch of Alliance soldiers who rushed over were quickly turned into minced meat.
Manolian's mission was simple: kill every living Alliance leader on the flagship, as well as any Alliance soldiers who dared to resist them.
This is the Empire's revenge on the Alliance.
Sage Kren would never die like that.
There must be enough living beings to be buried with him.
Only in this way can the angry people of the empire be appeased.
After another fight.
The Alliance troops collapsed and fled in all directions, entering the complex corridors and running for their lives.
Manolian split his company to try to more efficiently capture the Alliance ships.
He acted alone, running through the corridors of the Alliance ship.
As the heavy armor moved at high speed, waves of sound echoed in the narrow corridor.
After turning a corner, the Union troops set up another line of defense in front of him.
Two multi-barrel laser cannons were installed at the nodes of the interconnected corridors.
A platoon of soldiers stood guard there with ion ray guns.
They built a line of defense with armor.
He looked toward the corridor warily.
As Manolian appeared, the multi-laser cannons opened fire.
The sound was like the sound of an acetylene torch burning in an oxygen-deprived room.
A hundred beams per second, as hot and dazzling as the sun, burst from the overheated barrel and filled the entire space.
There is no possibility of dodging with such intensive firepower.
However, in a flash of light, Manolian mysteriously disappeared from the eyes of many alliance soldiers.
Then he walked out from behind the soldiers, as if rushing out from an invisible curtain.
The Empire's understanding and use of the Warp has reached its peak after obtaining the Black Library left by the Ancients.
In a third of a breath, Manolian had pierced the first enemy.
The finely crafted blade, gleaming with arcs of electricity, was pulled out of the charred corpse, and blood oozed from the soldier's pores.
When the soldiers reacted, five people had already fallen and the battlefield was dyed red with blood.
A bayonet was thrust into Manolian's abdomen.
He swung the sword in his hand and blocked the opponent's bayonet.
Surprisingly, the bayonet was not cut off. A series of sparks appeared, but there was no mark on the smooth blade surface.
This incident made Manolian somewhat alert.
The Wotan Alliance possesses technology from before humanity was lost.
We must never underestimate them.
He swung his fist and flattened the soldier's helmeted head, and the brain inside probably exploded as well.
Bright red blood and pieces of flesh flowed out from it.
"For the Alliance." An Alliance soldier shouted, using this slogan to give himself strength and courage.
The next second, Manolian swung his hand back and chopped down the soldier and several others.
The Primaris Warriors are like demons from hell, created by the Emperor's genetics and perfected to a perfect level by the wisdom of the Holy Emperor, giving them infinite possibilities.
The Wotan Alliance made the biggest mistake of their history.
Send yourself into the abyss of destruction.
Their names will be erased.
Manolian stopped when the helmet indicated that there were no enemies nearby.
All that was left beside him was a pile of shattered corpses that could no longer be recognized.
The two multi-barreled laser cannons were also cut off by him.
There were bursts of hot air coming out of the incision.
Manolian checked the positions of his other battle-brothers.
They have all broken through the alliance's defense.
His company would join up at the next corridor convergence point.
Then, the target was the command room of the flagship and all the alliance military commanders participating in this war.
... ...
Durin's body was shaking.
The same is true for other military commanders.
They have been backed into a desperate situation.
The Empire cut off every escape route.
When they learned that they could not make a faster-than-light jump, they thought that perhaps they could escape using fighter planes.
However, the Empire seized the hangar immediately.
The sound of fighting was heard outside the command room door.
The hiss of plasma beams cutting through the air.
The roar of rotating artillery and the roar of soldiers.
But soon, the sounds disappeared, replaced by dull footsteps.
Blood also seeped into the gaps in the hatch.
The defense of the last guard also failed.
The enemy has come outside the hatch.
A moment later, a red dot appeared on the heavy hatch, and a crackling sound was heard in the air.
The Imperials were using pulse beams to cut through the hatch.
The special alloy was melted by the terrifying heat of the pulse beam.
Soon, the hatch was cut into several long pieces by the enemy.
Many Alliance military commanders looked horrified.
They were like prisoners sentenced to death, watching the noose around their necks helplessly.
The pulse cutting outside the hatch destroyed the protective lock.
Finally, with a bang, the hatch was pushed open.
The enemy walked in.
It is several meters tall, wearing heavy armor that emits a malicious buzzing sound, and wearing a terrifying mask with red or gray light shining where its eyes should be.
The horrific sight made many military commanders aware of the commandos' cries of death.
They are demons.
A monster from hell.
No one in their right mind would ever create such a monster.
"We surrender." Durin said tremblingly, "I am the supreme commander of the alliance army, Durin. We hope to receive reasonable treatment for prisoners."
"Prisoners? Treatment?" A mocking voice came from the grille of the helmet, and the eyes shining with malicious light stared at Durin.
It gave the dwarf a feeling of being watched by the abyss.
He felt the power and malice behind the metal armor.
"We made the wrong decision. I will report this to the parliament again and ask them to re-evaluate the Empire's request for an alliance." Durin tried to suppress the fear in his heart and spoke.
"There will be no more alliances, and there will be no more peace. You have made your choice, and the Empire will make its choice for you."
The Primaris raised his bolter.
The same is true of his colleagues behind him.
The huge black muzzle was pointed at the alliance's top military officials, making them tremble with fear.
"No!" Du Lin shouted, "The Alliance will compensate you, as long as you set the conditions."
"The Empire's condition is that all rulers of the Alliance must die."
An indescribable look of horror appeared on Durin's face.
Flames burst out from the huge black muzzle.
Explosions sounded among them.
Durin felt a sharp pain, and then there was darkness.
All the top military commanders were executed.
Manolian took off his helmet, revealing his weather-beaten face.
Looking at the corpse in front of him, which had become a pile of unrecognizable minced meat, he did not feel anything unusual.
He had experienced even more cruel scenes.
If the Wotan Alliance dares to declare war on the Empire, it must be prepared to pay the price.
"Choose a few warships, put all the bodies of the dead in them, and then find a few unlucky guys and ask them to drive the ships back," Manolian said, "Remember to leave a message for those guys."
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The Wotan Alliance's plan to raid the Imperial outpost was completely thwarted.
Not a single warship of the massive Alliance fleet managed to escape; they were either slaughtered by the Empire or taken prisoner and became part of the Punishment Corps.
The Mechanicus implanted bombs in the necks of members of the Punishment Corps.
The Empire sets the course for them in every battle.
If you deviate from the route, you will explode immediately.
After death, it will also explode.
Strive to play the greatest role.
Of course, if they can achieve enough merit, they can be exempted from the status of the Punishment Corps and choose to retire or join the regular army of the empire.
If they insist on standing against the empire, they will only be treated as ruthless cannon fodder to consume the enemy's bullets and artillery fire.
The Punishment Corps is a punishment for them for daring to confront the Empire and daring to block the great cause of the Holy Emperor.
Between life and death, they must prove their worth to humanity, to the Empire, and to the Holy Emperor.
Andro released the ship carrying the bodies and asked them to return to the alliance to report the news.
At the same time, explorers and imperial armed forces also began to launch attacks on the border cities of the Wotan Alliance.
The Empire's reinforcements will arrive soon.
By then it will be a full-scale war on a grand scale.
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Planet Sorian.
Next to the Parliament Building, there are various magnificent buildings, all of which are the headquarters of various forces established in Sorian.
On the top floor of a building with a typical commercial style.
The Kronos Military Group, the Star Walker Trade Alliance, the Pan-Hyberian Alliance and other pro-war forces gathered together on a rare occasion.
These forces represent both humans and dwarves.
At this time, they were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, moving around and talking politely in the banquet.
The banquet venue was magnificent.
The walls are inlaid with star gold, which can only be mined from dying stars. It has quantum inertness and can effectively resist psychic power.
Any one of those things is worth a fortune, almost priceless.
The fact that they could use star gold for decoration so luxuriously shows how wealthy the Alliance Enterprise is.
The building has a high level of security.
Even if there is a psychic madman who wants to take revenge on the Alliance, it would be difficult to break through the defenses here.
It is even more impossible to harm the representatives here.
The place where the banquet was held and the outside world seemed like two completely unrelated worlds.
The banquet was filled with an atmosphere of luxury.
Exquisite works of art portraits and sculptures.
Delicious dishes made with fresh ingredients from all over the world, delivered to Sorian on an expedited basis.
Just prying a piece of scrap from the wall and throwing it out could make an ordinary citizen of the Alliance struggle for a lifetime.
Maybe it's not just one lifetime, but several lifetimes are possible.
After all, the average person in the alliance is in debt.
The debts of the common people will never be repaid by their descendants.
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War is a big cake.
Military equipment and facilities, personnel supplies and logistics, all of them cost money.
Even using a plasma incinerator can't burn money faster than war.
For businessmen, any slogan is meaningless, only interests are real.
No matter whether it is to defend the homeland, the alliance, or some other messy slogans, the final result is the division of interests.
Only by distributing the cake well and supporting the business economy can we defend the great alliance.
At the banquet, representatives from various major forces sat at a huge long table.
A servant in a red uniform with gilded tassels on his shoulders stood behind the representative.
Always ready to refill their drinks and freshly cooked dishes.
"Killing the empire's envoys is a great idea. Those peace advocates who want to negotiate with the empire have no chance now." A representative shook the red wine in his glass.
The soft light shone through the red wine, leaving a red halo on the speaking representative.
"Haha, I wonder if those peace advocates are out of their minds. This is a perfect opportunity to divert the alliance's conflicts. It can also stimulate the development of the stagnant alliance economy and enhance the cohesion of the alliance's people. It's a good thing that kills two birds with one stone. But they keep acting like saints for the sake of the so-called bullshit peace."
The representative of the Kronos Military Group said with disgust.
"In my opinion, the Alliance should not accept those members with a saintly mentality. They can show sympathy for humans who came out of that hellhole of the Galaxy. Those members are really crazy. Don't they know what that place is!
To say it’s hell is a compliment.”
"Indeed, there are always people who are confused," said another congressman.
"We must defend the alliance. But we have to make some things clear. How should the share of military equipment production be divided?" Another representative of the military group said, "We killed the envoys of the Empire and cleared out their outposts. This will inevitably lead to their anger and counterattack. This war will last for a long time. If the war goes well, they may even counterattack the galaxy. The equipment, medical care, and logistical supplies required will be huge."
"Of course it depends on your own ability." The representative of Kronos Group said, "We must first ensure that the alliance can win. If your military equipment is too poor and fails to meet the standards, it will be a big problem if you lose the battle."
"Nonsense, everyone's equipment is modified from weapon templates obtained from the ancestral core or the core database. How bad can it be?" A representative ruthlessly exposed the hypocrisy of the Kronos representative's words.
The league has made little progress over the years.
It is not only because of the existence of the ancestral core and database, but more importantly, major companies have already occupied their respective markets and formed a monopoly.
In order to seize the market, what is needed is not only goods, but also strong military support.
In order to prevent the alliance from falling into an endless civil war, major companies reached an agreement to divide the entire alliance's market according to their strength, thus creating a long-term peace in the alliance.
However, this peace also prevented the Alliance from making technological progress.
Large companies already monopolize the market, have insufficient motivation to develop new technologies, and the profits are not great either.
It is a choice that is not worth the loss.
If a large amount of money is invested in new technology and the investment cannot be recovered, it will inevitably cause a financial crisis for the company and may also be taken advantage of by other forces.
In order to purchase land, equipment, build homes and maintain their lives, the people of the Alliance will be heavily in debt.
If a huge debt cannot be repaid by oneself, it will be passed on to the next generation.
As for scientific and technological innovation among the people, it is even pitifully rare.
Many people are born with heavy debts that they cannot pay off in their lifetime.
As for refusing to inherit the debts of their parents, the creditors will also ask them to repay the expenses that their parents have spent on them in the past.
The most sacred law of the Union is the inviolability of private property.
The creditor has priority over the debtor's assets, and all the debtor's earnings should be used to repay the debt before making other investments.
If the children refuse to inherit the debtor's assets and debts, the debtor's investment in the children may be considered a malicious act of asset transfer.
The creditor has the right to ask the child to return the investment, plus interest.
For this reason, according to the laws of the alliance, even if one does not inherit the assets and liabilities of his parents, he will still be in debt.
Although the debt is not large, the potential impact is terrible.
Those who refuse to inherit assets and debts will be deemed to lack integrity and will be put on the blacklist of major companies and chambers of commerce, making it difficult for them to obtain high-paying jobs. Their children will also be subject to special scrutiny and strict control of various loans.
In the end, life is often very bad, either becoming an interstellar wanderer or a mercenary desperado.
If people are either in debt or living in precarious conditions, how can a society of alliance be innovative
With big companies staying in their comfort zones and the civilian population being weighed down by heavy debts, it would be impossible for the alliance to make any progress in technology.
For this reason, all representatives who are qualified to sit at the same table can understand what the representatives of the Kronos Military Group mean.
He just wants to monopolize most of the benefits by taking advantage of Kronos' connections in the Alliance Parliament.
"The benefits cannot be taken by one family alone..." A representative stood up and just as he finished speaking, an alarm sounded from outside.
The alarm system on the planet Sorian has not been working for thousands of years.
Except for the time when the colony reached the Andromeda Galaxy, it never rang again.
After so many years, the alarm system has become a decoration.
Many people have forgotten that Sorian also has the concept of alarm.
Now, it rings.
The shrill and noisy alarms echoed in every corner of the planet Sorian.
Echoes from alliance workers who run between files and data.
Echoing among the men and women indulging in vocal music.
Echoing in the ears of the babies just born in the hospital.
Echoing beside the culture tanks of the sleeping dwarves in the cloning base.
"What happened?" a representative asked in confusion.
The others had the same look of confusion and bewilderment on their faces.
what happened
Why is there an alarm
Suddenly, countless information windows appeared in front of everyone at the banquet.
It was like an avalanche.
Countless windows appeared in an instant.
They are all about the images transmitted back from the void orbit.
Several dilapidated Alliance ships covered with traces of war appeared at the edge of the galaxy after a warp.
A female commander said in a tearful voice: "The Alliance fleet has been completely destroyed, Marshal Durin has been killed, and the bodies of all the commanders have been sent back."
Such a sentence made many representatives fall into a state of daze.
They were just discussing how to divide the pie of military benefits, but now news came that the alliance army had been defeated.
The decadent, ignorant and backward empire destroyed the rational, technologically advanced and military-thinking Alliance fleet.
Is this a joke from our ancestors
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A total of six ships returned to the Sorian system.
The Empire strapped those surviving operators to their seats.
Let them drive the alliance's warships back to where they started.
Accompanying them were a group of machine slaves who were transformed from Alliance soldiers and were armed.
They will monitor the operators and kill them without hesitation if they deviate from their course.
After weeks of sailing, the ships returned to the capital system of the Wotan Alliance with the bodies.
It was the return of these ships that triggered an alarm in Sorian that had not been sounded in thousands of years.
The operators, already frightened insane, had forgotten to report their arrival to the port.
The detection scanning system classified it as an intruder, triggering the highest level alarm.
After all, they are the six most powerful Alliance ships.
If someone has evil intentions, a terrible naval battle will surely break out.
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When federal inspectors boarded the ship to inspect the returning Alliance ship, they were horrified by the horrific scene inside the ship.
There were pieces of broken flesh everywhere. From the badges and armor on the broken limbs, it could be seen that those pieces of flesh were once soldiers of the Wotan Alliance.
The dead filled every hold, and weeks of sailing had given it a foul stench.
The bodies of Commander Durin and many other commanders who went on the expedition were placed in the command room.
It is barely maintained in its original appearance using an iron frame.
In Commander Durin's hand, there was a handwritten letter.
Written in standard Terran script.
There will be no forgiveness for those who are enemies of the Empire
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The return of Lord Commander Durin's body caused great panic among the members of the Alliance's parliament.
The battle that was originally thought to be easily won ended with the alliance being completely wiped out.
All military commanders, representatives, and staff were killed.
The Empire expressed its anger to the Alliance in the most violent way.
However, this is just the beginning.
In the following period of time, a flood of information poured into the trans-dimensional communication station built on the planet Sorian.
The Alliance troops that were originally mobilized to participate in the war were frequently attacked by the Human Empire's army before they reached the designated location.
The Imperial Army's offensive was extremely fierce, and the Alliance Army suffered repeated defeats and suffered huge casualties.
We are currently retreating continuously and morale is continuing to decline.
Some teams stationed on the outskirts and responsible for gathering intelligence issued warnings to many important figures in the Sorian capital.
The Empire's reinforcements have already arrived at the Andromeda Nebula from the Milky Way, and more troops are expected to arrive later.
This is total war.
It would not be just a local war as the parliament initially discussed.
To make matters worse, Imperial forces are advancing on the Alliance's border planets.
The scale and number far exceeded the alliance's original estimates.
The border planets are in urgent need of massive support, otherwise they will not be able to resist the invasion of the Empire.
More than a hundred planets may fall in the early stages of the war.
The border planets have been constantly resisting the Alliance's exploitation and rule over the years. Once they fall, they are very likely to side with the Empire.
"Look what you idiots have done!
”
In parliament, Senator Patin, who has always advocated peace negotiations, angrily questioned those pro-war members.
"How dare you kill the enemy's envoy!
”