"This is war. We have no choice." The representative of the Kronos Military Group shouted, "The Wotan Alliance is on the verge of extinction. If we continue to hesitate, it will ruin the future of mankind. For the sake of the Wotan Alliance, for mankind, and for the homeland where we have lived for generations, it is time to make a decision."
"Our ancestors created those weapons and told us to use them with caution. They didn't mean we should go to destruction, and we shouldn't use them. Those damned horrible monsters have invaded our world, and the future of this civilization is in jeopardy. If we don't rise up to resist, we will be sinners."
Representatives of the Kronos Military Group shouted and showed some pictures and video clips to everyone.
Those powerful giant warriors slaughtered the warriors of the Wotan Alliance like a whirlwind.
Alliance warships continued to be destroyed.
The death toll is countless.
The Empire was like an entity born from a nightmare.
There is nothing that can stop them.
Nothing but destruction and death along the way.
"Look at these huge warriors, they are born purely for destruction. Tall and strong, born for war, good at destruction. They are the enemy we have always been on guard against and warned against in countless books. The chaotic creatures that conquer everything and kill without rest."
"We can never sit back and watch this great civilization perish. My people, my compatriots, it's time to stand up and resist. The territory controlled by the Wotan Alliance has fallen, and countless people have suffered from the ravages of the empire. If we continue to be soft-hearted, the destruction of human civilization is imminent."
"We must never surrender to the tyranny and chaos of the empire. If the empire's flag flies in Sorian, it will be a trampling of civilization by barbarism." The representative of the Deep Rock Mining Guild spoke, "I support the speech of the representative of the Kronos Military Group. It is time for us to unite. An unprecedented disaster has affected the entire human race."
"Do you know what using the sealed arsenal means?" said the representative of the Pan-Hyperion Alliance. "No matter which side wins, the Andromeda Galaxy will be left with only ruins. I am not advocating giving up resistance, but we should not win this victory at the cost of self-destruction."
The Pan-Hyperian Alliance is responsible for the main shipping of the Wotan Alliance, and they are also the most pioneering group of people in the Wotan Alliance.
Many explorers come from this force.
With an almost obsessive determination, they actively seek out new Warp routes, trading partners, and mysterious relics.
The foundries of the Hyperion Alliance continue to churn out fast and powerful spacecraft.
They had suffered heavy losses in the terrible war with the Empire.
Faced with that almost desperate battle, they knew very well how big the gap would be between the Wotan Alliance and the Empire.
Without a miracle, the failure of the Wotan Alliance is a foregone conclusion.
Opening up those sealed arsenals will only make the scale of the war bigger and bigger.
By then, the entire Andromeda Galaxy may be reduced to real ruins.
No one would be willing to accept such an outcome.
Besides, they also have some intelligence about the fallen planets.
The Empire is not a cruel and barbaric chaotic thing, they remain restrained.
Some planets survived and reformed according to their ideas.
The Hyperion Alliance representatives carefully considered their words to avoid giving their competitors any leverage.
Surrendering to the enemy in war is a shameful proposition.
However, its starting point is to protect the survival of this civilization.
"Should we surrender to the Empire?" the representative of the Kronos Military Group shouted, with great force. "Should we surrender to Chaos, to that damned tyrant?"
"We have reached the most critical moment. It is time to make our choice, to die with dignity or to live on our knees." The representative from Ymir Enterprises spoke up.
All corporate forces in the Wotan Alliance are eager to gain control of more ancestral cores and more databases.
That is their foundation and their hope for growth.
However, unlike other forces, Ymir Corporation places more emphasis on scientific research and industry than other forces.
The conglomerate has experts in various types of manufacturing.
Their sphere of influence is smaller than other forces.
Yet they have the most robust technology industries.
Possessing excellent force field technology, capable of protecting the safety of void mining companies and colonies.
The carefully built teleportation hub is the superluminal technology that the Wotan Alliance relies on.
High-end scanning instruments and communication components are also their patents.
“Should human civilization be destroyed for the sake of so-called dignity? As long as we try hard to survive, we will always find a way.” Another representative shouted: “We can no longer indulge the beast of war.”
"The Empire did not destroy the planets they conquered, they are ruling those worlds, which means they don't want a wasteland." Senator Padin shouted, "We keep saying that we want to protect this civilization, but in the end we pour the fire of destruction on those innocent people. Is this really right?"
"The Empire is still exercising restraint. A hasty war will tear us apart completely. That is definitely not a wise choice." A representative who supports Senator Padin said, "The Galaxy is a dangerous place, but the human Empire does not have obvious corrupt traits. They are still exercising restraint. If they rashly use those dangerous extinction weapons, the war will only get out of control."
The debate tore through the parliament.
Those who support peace still support controlling the scale of the war and striving for opportunities for peace talks.
Those who support the war are still the same, shouting that they will defeat all enemies for the sake of democracy and justice and for their homeland.
Chaos spread across many of the parliamentary seats.
They shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to convince others to agree with them.
But that would be in vain.
No one will be convinced.
Especially those MPs who hold high positions and hold power.
Without their stubborn paranoia, they would never have been able to reach this position.
Until the Speaker of the Council tapped the table in front of him and raised his hand.
"That is enough, my fellow councillors."
The quarrels in Parliament were over.
Everyone looked at the Speaker of the Parliament, waiting for his next speech.
"The debate is over. Now let's start the vote according to our tradition. The further implementation of Jin Jin must be voted by the majority of members in the parliament. In order to avoid more futile arguments between us, I think we should vote now. If the majority supports us, we will have further discussions. If not, there are many other things waiting for us. The Empire will arrive in Sorian soon, and our destiny will also usher in a drastic change."
"Let's start voting now," the Speaker of the Parliament announced loudly.
One by one, the members of the parliamentary seats pressed their buttons of approval, disapproval, and abstention.
As they moved, the screen on the floating platform in the center of the rotunda also displayed the number of votes for the proposal.
War brings hatred.
People's short-sightedness will not disappear with the advancement of technology.
They just felt that the Empire wanted to completely destroy the Wotan Alliance.
The cause of the war was attributed to the empire's greed and hegemony.
They completely forgot the peace proposal originally put forward by the empire.
They were united by the hatred incited by the representatives of the Kronos military group.
The votes in favor of lifting the ban on stored weapons overwhelmed the peace calls put forward by Patin and others.
The final result made Patin despair.
The Wotan Alliance is heading towards the abyss of destruction.
Whether this war is won or not, the Wotan Alliance will be torn apart.
"This is not a war against aliens. You can whitewash this war with a thousand lies, thinking it is to defend our homeland and civilization, and discredit the Empire as a terrible minion of Chaos. But don't forget one thing. They are humans, our compatriots lost in the galaxy."
Tears welled up in Councillor Pattin's eyes, not for himself, but for this war, this war without victory.
"Removing those weapons will only lead to the destruction of the human race. Dignity cannot be gained from a war that destroys both sides."
Having said this, he bowed to his former colleagues, and when the seats of the members were fixed somewhere on the wall of the rotunda, an exit opened and he walked out of the hall through it.
When the war is over, how many people will be able to stand here
It is not without reason that our ancestors considered those weapons taboo.
They will destroy everything.
After the result of lifting the ban came out, many lawmakers sighed.
They left the Capitol.
The votes say it all.
People have to respect all decisions made in parliament.
Even if democracy elects a plan that allows everyone to die together, they will have to swallow the bitter fruit.
However, the war faction, led by the representative of the Kronos Military Group, smiled.
If the Empire wants to conquer the Alliance, let it do it.
It will be smashed against the Alliance's wall of destruction.
Those terrible weapons could close the technological gap between the Alliance and the Empire.
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Councillor Padin tried hard to suppress his emotions.
Walking in the wide, bustling corridor.
Uniformed guards followed closely behind him.
Dirty political struggles are common in Sorian.
Even in the Parliament Building, there must be enough private guards.
Don't trust the security guards the Alliance sends here.
They will tell every family member of the deceased that they have tried their best, but they are still unable to protect the people and catch the assassin.
His attitude is sincere, and he can't find any fault with the murderer.
Private guards kept out experts, officials and soldiers who tried to talk to Senator Partin.
Even if the Empire was about to attack Sorian, the bureaucratic nature's desire for power could not be overwhelmed.
In order to be able to talk to a big shot like Patin who can participate in the parliament, or to get the names signed by these big shots in order to get rid of trouble.
They would spend weeks, even months, waiting for someone important to pass by them.
"Lord Padin."
A group of heavily armored Heroic Furnace Guards stood in front of his team.
The Heroic Guard is basically composed of dwarves, who are controlled by the Chosen One - Uthar.
It is the most powerful force to defend Sorian.
More ships are heading to the Wotan Alliance's capital system.
They will fight their final battle with the Empire here.
A desperate battle to the end.
In fact, many people know that they are doomed to lose.
The Empire's technology is too rogue and cutting edge.
The Wotan League was helpless.
A large number of troops dissatisfied with the Wotan Alliance defected, making the empire's momentum even more terrifying.
The fall of Sorian was only a matter of time.
Unless a miracle happens.
"What do you want?" Patin looked at the soldiers and asked the leading officer.
"The Marshal hopes you can go there." The Heroic Spirit Furnace Guard said, "He is waiting for you at the Strategic Command Center."
“Is this how you invite people
"Padin glanced at the Heroic Hearth Guards surrounding his team and said angrily, "You have already treated the laws of the Alliance as nothing, and you are controlling a councillor so brutally."
Padin's words attracted the attention of others.
They were all looking at Paddin and the Hearthguard, talking in low voices.
"The Marshal wants you to come over, Councillor Padin. We are not asking you to come out of disrespect, but he is very busy and cannot come in person. He does not have many civilian staff around him. We are the only one who can do this."
After hearing this explanation, Councillor Padin's anger subsided a little.
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Several legendary Alliance generals died in the battle.
The Imperial army pierced the heart of the Wotan Alliance like a deadly arrow.
Just one step away and it would have taken its life.
The fall of Sorian will shatter the Wotan Alliance. Even if other regions are still resisting, their morale will collapse due to the fall of the capital.
The Wotan Alliance has reached an unprecedented critical moment.
The Chosen One - Usar stood in the strategic command room.
The star map of the Sorian galaxy, shaped by cold light, filled my eyes.
He is a marshal and hero specially created by the ancestor core.
Some dwarves are born naturally, while others are produced by bio-machines called clone tapestries.
This is to ensure the military strength and population of the Wotan Alliance.
The clonal tapestry ensures diversity in the next generation of individuals.
They generally have denser bones and muscles than non-clones.
The number of red and white blood cells is also higher.
In this way, you can gain powerful physical strength and toughness.
At the same time, the cloning tapestry will also give the newborns some special abilities.
For example, enhanced reaction, infrared, vision, resistance to extreme environments and so on.
The most special point is that the Clone Tapestry can also create psychics to some extent.
The Wotan Alliance possesses barrier technology.
These technologies make the projections of humans and dwarves in the warp very dim.
Even darker than the Tau of old.
This is also why they were able to live peacefully in the Andromeda Nebula for so long.
The demons don't even notice them.
In order to protect the continuation of civilization, the ancestral core will create a leader with powerful abilities every once in a while to ensure that the top leaders of the alliance will not lead the alliance to destruction due to their own corruption.
This is also the reason why the Wotan Alliance can still continue under such a strange system.
Such people are often called destined ones.
The Chosen One of this generation is Usar.
When he was born, the furnace at the ancestral core forged a gorgeous energy blade for him without anyone controlling it.
That energy blade is also called the Blade of the Ancestors.
Usar the Chosen has achieved many outstanding results in fighting against insect plagues.
The Plague is the name of a race of predators.
They are huge and endless in number.
They will plunder all the resources of the planets along the way, leaving only empty and cold planets.
Each appearance is a huge disaster, causing heavy casualties and requiring the full force of the Wotan Alliance to deal with it.
Usar, the Chosen One, was not satisfied with his achievements.
He has always been eager to completely eliminate the insect plague.
If it weren't for the invasion of the Empire, he would probably still be fighting those damn bugs on the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy.
He just couldn't understand how a human empire could suddenly emerge as a powerful enemy of the Wotan Alliance.
And in a very short period of time, the Wotan Alliance was almost collapsed.
Marshal Durin was killed in the battle, and the bodies of his personal guards were stuffed into the ship and sent back.
This was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for the Wotan Alliance.
However, what is even more sad is that in this life-and-death war that concerns the survival of civilization, a large number of Alliance soldiers chose to defect and became accomplices and running dogs of the Empire.
To be honest, Usar had no confidence in winning this battle.
It's just that he can't show it and needs to pretend.
He is the backbone of the Sorian galaxy defenders. If he despairs of the war situation, the defenders will inevitably collapse.
After sighing slightly in my heart.
Uzar turned his attention back to what was in front of him.
A huge holographic projection occupied the central area of the strategy room.
The star is compressed into a fireball the size of a basketball, and the planets compressed into small balls orbit around the star.
Surrounding the satellite are spots of light.
The asteroid belt surrounding the star is represented by a halo.
The projections flickered and spun like galaxies rotating.
Make a crackling sound.
Wotan Alliance technicians walking around the large projector.
Inspecting and maintaining machinery.
Smaller holographic projectors and screens filled the rest of the room.
Around each one there were people working quietly.
The humans and dwarves in officer uniforms talked in low voices.
Occasionally a few people would shout out questions, and they would receive quick responses.
This is the heart of the Sorian system.
The defense of the entire galaxy will appear here.
When Senator Padin walked into the strategy room led by the Heroic Hearth Guard.
Usal was standing next to the projection.
Pale projection light reflected on the surface of his armor, reflecting the clan's emblem.
The Chosen One exudes a calm aura, like the quietness in the eye of a storm.
"My Lord," said Senator Padin, "what do you want to see me about?"
"I heard that the congressmen are going to activate the sealed forbidden weapons arsenal. Are you against it?" Usal said, "I want to know why!
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