Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 382

  Chapter 382 Those who are enemies of the empire will never be forgiven (please subscribe)

  The Wotan Alliance overloaded the shields of the Imperial battleships, but did not launch a devastating blow like the previous few times.

   Instead, they used teleportation to enter the empire's battleship.

  Maybe they also realized that they couldn't destroy the imperial ships.

  The armed forces acted quickly and built a defense system for the battleship.

  Set up strong firepower points in important corridors, seal off the outer deck area, strengthen the defenses adjacent to the outer area, and be ready to release devastating firepower on any intruder who dares to break in.

  First Captain Manorian of the Seekers Chapter was the first Primaris warrior to face the Wotan Alliance boarding force.

  The soldiers of the Wotan Alliance wear full-body armor of bright silver like an ancient knight.

  Its armor style is similar to that used by the old Imperial Astartes.

  Centurion armor, Terminator armor, etc., are all available.

   There are a few differences that have little effect on the general structure.

  As a veteran, Manolian could easily identify the models of those armors.

  The surface of those armors is also sprayed with the emblems of various families and companies of the Wotan Alliance.

  Manorian made an assessment of the armor of the Wotan Alliance.

  In terms of performance, their armor is far superior to the old Astartes armor.

   But the warriors who control those armors are far inferior to the Astartes.

  They are generally smaller than the Astartes warriors, and no matter how strong they are, they still belong to the ranks of mortals.

  Occasionally some have been implanted with biological prosthetics or have undergone genetic upgrades.

   But compared to the Astartes, they are still just weak mortals.

   Standing in front of the fighters who have completed the original casting upgrade, the fighters of the Wotan Alliance are like children.

  In addition to humans, there are also a large number of dwarves in the army of the Wotan Alliance.

  They are unusually strong, but smaller than ordinary people.

  All of them are dressed in heavy armor, which looks like a moving steel ball, a chubby funny egg.

   Watching the soldiers of the Wotan Alliance appear in the corridor.

   Manolian said in a low voice, drew out his sword blade, and gave orders to the troops in the ship.

   "In the name of the holy emperor, make them regret boarding the ship of the empire."

  The battle broke out extremely quickly and fiercely.

  Manorian led his company and launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

  The Wotan Alliance fighters who rushed in along the corridor also raised their weapons one after another, welcoming the brutal charge of these berserk giants.

  Manolian's long sword cut the spear of a Wotan Alliance soldier in half, and the sharp blade of the shining arc pierced into the opponent's breastplate.

   Painful screams followed.

  The Navotan Alliance fighter was impaled by Manolian.

  The sharp blade pierced the opponent's chest.

   There is a hint of pleading and regret in the desolate cry.

   Facing death, no one can remain calm.

  Manolian showed no mercy at all, but stabbed the sword even harder into the opponent's chest, and stirred it in the opponent's chest, completely killing the opponent's life.

   They should not be enemies of the Holy Emperor.

  The empire brought salvation to this branch of human beings living in remote areas, and brought them the honor of conquering the universe with them.

   They threw the goodwill of the Empire to the ground and killed the Karen sages.

  In such a situation, how can they be entitled to the forgiveness and mercy of the imperial warriors.

  The assault team formed by the fighters of the Wotan Alliance collapsed after coming into contact with the Primordial Warriors of the Explorers.

  Those giants are as invincible as demon gods, easily cutting off their weapons and tearing them to pieces.

   Those thick battle armors are as fragile as paper, and the knives and axes wielded by the opponent are easily broken.

  Manolian rushed to the front, slashing at the enemies with the long sword in his hand.

  No one can stop him.

  Every sword swing will take the life of one or two Wotan Alliance fighters.

  A dwarven warrior of the Wotan Alliance tries to block him.

   That guy is holding a giant tomahawk.

  He has a strong physique and wears heavy armor.

  But it took only three seconds for Manolian to chop him into pieces.

  The dwarf warrior was still confused and unwilling before dying.

  He just raised the battle ax when the opponent cut off his hands.

   Before he could react, he was cut horizontally in the abdomen again, cutting his armor and body in two.

  The blood gushing from the dwarf warrior's remnant body stained Manolian's armor and also stained the deck.

  He didn't care about it, but worked harder to kill those idiots who dared to offend the majesty of the Holy Emperor.

   No one can challenge the Empire.

  No one can trample on the dignity of the empire.

  If the Wotan Alliance did that, they will have to pay the price.

   The price of blood and lives.

  Manolian killed all the way along the corridor nodes.

  His battle-brothers followed him closely.

   Keep shouting battle cries.

  They cleared out those fools who dared to board the Imperial ships with great speed.

  The armed forces composed of ordinary people are responsible for guarding every main road to ensure that those core areas will not be destroyed by the enemy.

  The Armed Forces became solid iron mats, and Primaris warriors became violent hammers, smashing the enemies between them to pieces.

  The Wotan Alliance fighters who launched the jump gang are like fish jumping into a fishing net.

  As the net is slowly tightened, their room for movement becomes smaller and smaller, until finally there is no escape.

   They waged a desperate battle.

   But in front of Primordial Forged fighters, the fighters of the Wotan Alliance are as vulnerable as children.

  In just a moment, the surrounded Wotan Alliance fighters were slaughtered and turned into a pile of fragmented wreckage and corpses scattered on the ground.

   From landing to all killed, the speed is astonishingly fast.

   "The enemy has been eliminated." Manolian said in the communicator.

   "Very well done." Chapter Chief Andro made no secret of his admiration for his first company commander.

   "What should I do next?"

   Manolian asked Andro for his opinion.

  As he asked, he scanned the battlefield.

   Randomly chopped off the head of a wriggling dwarf.

  The Wotan Alliance has chosen to abandon peace.

  Any soldier who dares to fight for the Wotan Alliance will be the enemy of the Empire.

  The empire has never forgiven two words for the enemy.

"The space has been locked. Today, no member of the Wotan Alliance will be able to leave alive. They will be reversed, get rid of those high-level alliance members, and then send the corpse back. Let their **** parliament know that the empire Already outraged. Remember to leave them a message, there will never be forgiveness for those who are enemies of the Empire."

   Hearing the words of Chapter Master-Andro, Manolian smiled.

"I see."

  Du Lin stood on the main podium and walked back and forth, the bleak light from the windows that popped up continuously reflected on his rough face covered with beards.

  Calm and composed, the commander-in-chief demeanor in charge of the chessboard has disappeared.

   At this time, he was already possessed by fear.

  Strong, short and thick body trembling invisibly.

  The teams boarding the ship lost contact one by one.

   was completely terminated in screams.

   "Those guys are terrible demon gods, they are demon gods, we shouldn't provoke them."

  In the communication of a small team, there were desperate cries.

  Like a mortal who has faced an indescribable horror, he is helpless, full of remorse and unwillingness.

  The sound of fighting also continued to come from there.

  The sound of flesh and armor being torn was mixed with the sound of guns and guns.

  The team numbers in the information window dimmed one by one in front of Du Lin, turning gray and white.

   That color represents that the commandos to which the number belongs have all died.

  The ships of the empire are like bottomless pits.

   Devoured every commando he sent.

  The screaming of the last team member 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 and none survived.

  Du Lin looked at the scarlet text on the information window, his body softened, and he slumped on the commanding throne.

"Commander, we have to leave." The staff officer who suggested leaving just now made another suggestion: "We have no chance of winning now, and we must preserve the vitality of the alliance. Those who are in charge of this expedition are all elites. If the loss is here, the impact on the alliance will be extremely terrifying."

  Hearing this, Durin closed his eyes, looking very painful.

  All their efforts were like waves crashing against a cliff, and were smashed to pieces.

  Until this moment, he realized that the empire the alliance saw was only the tip of the iceberg, not the whole.

   Those idiots declared war so arrogantly, pushing the Wotan Alliance into the abyss.

  Durin just wanted to speak, and ordered to evacuate.

  Preserve vitality for the alliance.

  The supervisor in charge of detecting intelligence jumped up in horror.

  His voice was terrified.

   "We are blocked, there is a blockade barrier in sub-time and space, and we have no way to enter the superluminal leap."

   As soon as these words came out, many high-level commanders and generals panicked.

  If FTL travel is cut off, then they will all die!

  They are all the elites of the Wotan Alliance, and they are also representatives of the forces of the major families in the army, and they are the eyes of all forces supervising the army.

  The reason why they dare to go to the battlefield is because the Wotan Alliance has clear regulations that the army must give priority to protecting them.

  Even if the battle is lost, they can leave safely under the protection of the army.

   Those who die in the war will always be the cannon fodder and the patriots of the League of Love.

   But now, the superluminal leap has been cut off, it is obvious that the empire wants to take them all.

   Before Du Lin could react, the battleship suddenly vibrated, as if it had been hit hard by something.

  The loud siren rang through every cabin in the ship.

  【The intruder has been detected, is in sector 45, and is heading towards the core furnace. 】

  【Intruder detected, currently in Sector B-54, heading towards the core power distribution room. 】

  Amid the shaking of the ship, Du Lin suddenly reached out and grabbed the railing beside him, stabilizing his figure.

  The terrified cries of the defending troops and calls for help came from the communicator.

  The empire that had dealt with the commando carried out a reverse teleportation, and had killed the flagship.

  Many alliance executives were pale with fright, and a few were even more unbearable, and their bodies trembled.

"What should we do?"

   "They have come."

   "Quickly get people from other ships to protect us."

   "We should evacuate and go to other ships."

  The rising and falling voices were full of fear.

  These elites no longer have their usual demeanor, panicking like an ordinary person despised by them.

   On the wide landing deck, the armed forces of the Alliance watched the Imperial soldiers rushing out of the beam of light like a tide.

  Laser and hot melt beams appear one after another, just a few minutes.

  The landing deck was declared occupied.

  The defense force was forced to withdraw from the deck area and put down the blast-proof decks of various corridors, trying to rely on such means to defend the ship.

  However, the closed metal hatch was brutally deformed by those terrifying giants with a few punches.

   Then it turned into a red glowing iron slurry in front of the hot melt flow.

  Those metal lava flowed down the door frame.

  The hatch was quickly breached.

  Manorian led his company into the corridor after the hatch was destroyed.

  Red alarm lights filled the corridor, as if smearing blood on the bulkhead.

  The ships of the Wotan Alliance look much brighter and neater than those of the Empire.

  They used smooth steel plates to block the cables and computing cores embedded in the walls.

   Not as messy as the ships of the Empire look.

  Alas, tidiness is not a virtue that wins battles.

   Cruelty and force are the key to victory or defeat.

  When the primarch warriors of the empire appeared in view, the alliance's defenders opened fire, and the stroboscopic bursts from the muzzles of plasma ray guns were as dazzling as the helium flashes of stars, but on a smaller scale.

  Those bright beams shot at the soldiers of the empire, distorted by the protective force field released by the armor, and transferred to the subspace.

  Manolian and the others moved forward, not dodging those rays, and letting them fall on the protective force field, causing ripples.

  They just kept pulling their bolt guns, shooting at the enemies who formed a defensive formation.

  High-power explosive bombs exploded among the soldiers.

   It's as terrifying as shells.

  The body of the Union soldier was blown into a wet piece of meat, and even if he was not hit, he would be killed by the shock wave.

  The surviving Union soldiers collapsed in fright.

   Only a war lunatic would develop such a weapon.

  How crazy is that human empire to use this weapon commonly.

  The armored alliance fighters came from all directions, trying to stop the empire from invading.

   However, they were doomed.

   The raid on the Imperial ships failed.

   The defense on the Union ships was also doomed.

  The first batch of Alliance soldiers who rushed over quickly turned into minced meat.

   Manolian's task is very simple, kill every living high-level alliance on the flagship, as well as those alliance soldiers who dare to resist them.

   This is the Empire's revenge on the Alliance.

  Sage Karen will never die like that.

   There must be enough souls to be buried with him.

  Only in this way can the angry subjects of the empire be appeased.

   After another fight.

  The alliance troops collapsed, fled in all directions, got into the complex corridor, and fled for their lives.

  Manorian separated his company to strive for more efficient capture of Alliance ships.

  He was alone, running down the corridors of the Alliance ship.

   When the heavy armor was moving at high speed, there were echoes in the narrow corridor.

   After turning a corner, in front of him, the Union troops set up another line of defense.

  Two multi-tube laser cannons are installed at the nodes of the corridor extending in all directions.

   A platoon of soldiers armed with ion beam guns stood guard there.

   They built their defenses with armor.

  Looking warily at the corridor.

   When Manorian appeared, the multiple laser cannons fired.

  The sound is like the sound of an acetylene torch burning in an oxygen-deficient room.

   One hundred sun-like hot and dazzling beams of light shoot out from the superheated gun barrel every second, filling the entire space.

  With such dense firepower, there is absolutely no possibility of dodging.

  Manolian disappeared strangely from the eyes of many alliance soldiers in a flash of light.

   Then he walked out from behind those soldiers, as if rushing out from an invisible curtain.

  The empire's understanding and use of the subspace has reached a peak after obtaining the black library left by the ancient sage.

   Within a third of his breath, Manorian had impaled the first enemy.

   Arcing arcs of masterwork blades were drawn from the charred corpse, and blood oozed from the soldier's pores.

   When the soldiers reacted, five people had already fallen, and the blood had already stained the position.

   A bayonet stabs Manolian in the stomach.

  The sword in his hand turned around to block the opponent's bayonet.

   Surprisingly, the bayonet was not cut off, a series of sparks appeared, but there was no trace on the smooth blade.

   This matter made Manolian feel a little wary.

  The Wotan Alliance has mastered the technology before human beings lost it.

   Absolutely cannot treat them too lightly.

  He punched out and smashed the helmeted head of the soldier, and the head inside probably exploded.

  Bright red blood and minced meat flowed out of it.

   "For the Union." A Union soldier yelled, giving himself strength and courage with the slogan.

   In the next second, Manorian swung his backhand and chopped down the soldier along with several others.

  The Primordial Forged Warrior is like the demon **** of hell, created by the emperor's genetic technique, and perfected to a perfect degree by the wisdom of the holy emperor, giving it infinite possibilities.

  The Wotan Alliance made the biggest wrong decision since their establishment.

   Send yourself to the abyss of destruction.

  Their names will all be erased.

   When the helmet indicated that there were no enemies around, Manorian stopped.

  There were only a pile of fragmented corpses beside him, whose original appearance could not be seen.

  The two multi-laser cannons were also cut off by him.

   There are bursts of hot air from the incision.

  Manolian checked the locations of the other combat brothers.

  They have all broken through the alliance's defenses.

  His company will join at the next corridor meeting point.

  Then, the target is the command room of the flagship, as well as all the alliance military commanders involved in this war.

  Durin's body was trembling.

  The same goes for other military commanders.

  They have been cornered.

  The Empire cut off every escape route.

  When they learned that the superluminal leap was impossible, they thought they might be able to use a fighter plane to escape.

  However, the empire seized the hangar in the first place.

  The sound of battle came from outside the hatch of the command room.

   The hiss of plasma light across the air.

  The roar of rotating artillery and the roar of soldiers.

   But soon, those voices disappeared, replaced by dull footsteps.

  Blood also seeped into the gap of 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 there was a rustling sound in the air.

  The people of the empire are using the pulse beam to cut the hatch.

  Special alloys are melted under the frightening heat of the pulsed beam.

   Not long after, the hatch was cut with several long cuts by the enemy.

  Many alliance military commanders looked terrified.

  They are like prisoners sentenced to death, watching the noose around their necks and helpless.

  Pulse cutting outside hatch breaks guard lock.

  Finally, with a bang, the hatch was knocked open.

  The enemy walks in.

  It is a few meters tall, wearing thick armor that emits malicious buzzing sounds, and wearing a frightening mask, with red or gray lights shining from the position of the eyes.

  The terrifying appearance made many military commanders aware of the cries of those commandos before they were dying.

  They are demon gods.

  A monster crawling out of hell.

  A person in their right mind would never 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."

   "Captives? Treatment?" A mocking voice came from the grille of the helmet, and the eyes that were shining with malicious light were staring at Durin.

   Let this dwarf have a feeling of being watched by the abyss.

  He felt the strength and malice behind that set of metal armor.

   "If we made a wrong decision, I will report it to the parliament again and let them re-evaluate the alliance request of the empire." Durin said as he tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart.

   "There will be no more alliances, and there will be no more peace. You have made a choice, and the empire will make a choice for you."

  The Primaris warrior raised his bolter.

  The same goes for the colleagues behind him.

  The huge black muzzle pointed at the top military leaders of the alliance, making them tremble with fear.

   "No!" Du Lin shouted: "The alliance will compensate you, as long as you put forward conditions."

   "The condition of the empire is that all the rulers of the alliance must die."

   An indescribable horror appeared on Du Lin's face.

  The huge black muzzle of the gun burst into flames.

   Explosions sounded among them.

  Durin felt a sharp pain, and then there was darkness.

   All top military commanders were executed.

  Manorian took off his helmet, revealing his weather-beaten face.

   Looking at the corpse in front of him that had become an unrecognizable pile of minced meat, there was nothing unusual.

   He has experienced even crueler 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 dead bodies in them, and then find a few unlucky guys and ask them to drive the ship back." Manolian said: "Remember to leave a message for those guys."

  The Wotan Alliance's plan to raid the empire's outpost was completely bankrupt.

   None of the warships in the huge alliance fleet escaped. They were either slaughtered by the empire or captured and became a member of the punishment regiment.

  The Church of Mechanicum planted bombs in the necks of members of the Retribution Corps.

  In every battle, the empire will set a route for them.

  As long as it deviates from the route, it will explode immediately.

  After death, it will also explode.

   Strive for maximum impact.

  Of course, if they can make enough achievements, they can also be exempted from the status of the punishment regiment, choose to retire or join the regular army of the empire.

  If they insist on standing on the opposite side of the empire, they will only be used as ruthless cannon fodder to consume the enemy's bullets and artillery fire.

   The punishment regiment is the punishment for daring to confront the empire and obstruct the great cause of the Holy Emperor.

   Between life and death, they must prove their value to mankind, to the empire, and to the holy emperor.

  The ship that transported the corpse was released by Andro, and asked them to return to the alliance to report.

  At the same time, explorers and imperial armed forces also began to attack the border cities of the Wotan Alliance.

   And reinforcements from the empire will arrive soon.

   Then it will be an all-out war on a grand scale.

   Planet Thaurian.

  Beside the parliament building, there are all kinds of magnificent buildings, all of which belong to the headquarters of various forces set up in Sorian.

   On the top floor of a building with a typical commercial style.

  Cronus Military Group, Starwalker Trade Alliance, Pan-Hiberia Alliance and other main combat factions rarely gathered together.

  These forces represent both humans and dwarves.

  At this time, they were all dressed in fine clothes, shuttling through the banquet courteously and chatting.

  The banquet venue is magnificent.

  The walls are inlaid with star gold that can only be mined from dying stars, has quantum inertia, and can effectively resist psionic energy.

  Any piece of those things is worth a lot, it can be said to be priceless.

   Being able to use star gold to decorate so extravagantly shows how terrifying the wealth of the alliance enterprises is.

  The security level of the building is very high.

  Even if there is a psychic lunatic who wants to take revenge on the alliance, it will be difficult to break through the defense here.

  It is even more impossible to hurt the representatives here.

  The place where the banquet is held and the outside are like two unrelated worlds.

  The atmosphere of luxury is everywhere in the banquet.

  Exquisite artwork portraits and sculptures.

  Using fresh raw materials from all over the world, delicious dishes made from fresh ingredients that are urgently delivered to Sorian.

  Prying a piece of scrap from a wall and throwing it from the wall can make an ordinary Union citizen struggle for a lifetime.

   Maybe not just a lifetime, several lifetimes are possible.

   After all, the league is in debt per capita.

  The debts of those common people will be repaid by their children and grandchildren.

  War is a big cake.

  Military equipment and facilities, personnel supplies and logistics, which one should not spend money.

  Even using a plasma incinerator can't burn as fast as war.

  For businessmen, any slogan is meaningless, only the benefits are real.

  Whether it is wearing a slogan of defending the homeland, defending the alliance, or some other mess, the ultimate goal is the division of interests.

   Only by distributing the cake and supporting the business economy can the great alliance be defended.

  At the banquet, representatives of major forces sat at a huge long table.

  A servant in a red uniform with a gilt tassel on his shoulder stands behind the representative.

  Waiting to refill their drinks and freshly baked dishes at any time.

   "Killing the imperial envoy is really a coup. Those peacemakers who want to negotiate peace with the empire have no chance." A representative shook the red wine in his glass.

  The soft light shines through the red wine, leaving a red halo on the speaking representative.

"Haha, those peacemakers don't know if they are out of their minds. This is a wonderful opportunity to transfer the conflicts of the alliance, and it can also stimulate the development of the stagnant alliance economy and enhance the cohesion of the alliance's people. It is a good thing that kills multiple birds with one stone Just for the sake of the so-called peace of bullshit, keep being the Virgin Mary."

  The representative of the Cronus military group said with disgust.

"According to me, the alliance shouldn't accept those congressmen who have the mentality of the Virgin. They can show sympathy for the human beings who came out of that ghost place in the galaxy. Those congressmen are really crazy. Don't they know where it is! Said To be **** is a compliment."

   "Indeed, there are always people who can't figure it out." Another congressman said.

"We have to defend the alliance. But some things have to be discussed. How should the share of military equipment production be divided?" Another representative of the military group said: "We killed the imperial envoys and cleaned up their The outposts will inevitably attract their anger and counterattack, and this war will last for a long time, and if the war goes well by then, they may even counterattack the galaxy. The equipment, medical treatment, and logistical supplies needed will be massive."

"Of course, each depends on their ability." The representative of the Cronos Group said: "We must first ensure that the alliance can win. If your military equipment is too poor to be on the stage and cause the battle to fail, the problem will be big. .”

"Nonsense, everyone's equipment is modified from the weapon template obtained from the ancestral core or the core database, and how bad it can be." A representative mercilessly exposed the hypocrisy of Cronus's representative's words .

  The alliance has made little progress over the years.

   Not only because of the existence of the ancestral core and the database, but more importantly, the major companies have already occupied their respective markets and formed a monopoly.

  If you want to seize the market, you need not only commodities, but also strong military support.

  In order to prevent the alliance from falling into an endless civil war, the major companies reached an agreement to divide up the market of the entire alliance according to their strength, creating a long-term peace for the alliance.

   However, this peace also prevented the Alliance's technological progress.

  Large enterprises already monopolize the market, lack the motivation to develop new technologies, and the profits are not large.

   is a choice that outweighs the gain.

  A large amount of money is invested in new technology. If the cost cannot be recovered, it will inevitably cause a financial crisis for the company, and it may also be taken advantage of by other forces.

  The people of the alliance will take a lot of debts in order to buy land, equipment, build homes and maintain their lives.

  The huge debt cannot be paid off by itself, and it will continue to the next generation.

  As for non-governmental scientific and technological innovation, it is even more pitiful.

  Many people are already burdened with heavy debts, which may even last a lifetime.

  As for refusing to inherit the debts of the parents, the creditors will also be required to pay off the past expenditures of the parents.

  The most sacred law of the Union is the inviolability of private property.

  The creditor has priority over the assets owed to the debtor, and all labor income of the debtor should be repaid first before making other investments.

  If the child refuses to inherit the assets and debts of the debtor, the debtor's investment in the child may be deemed a vicious act of asset transfer.

  The creditor has the right to ask the children to return the investment and calculate the interest.

  For this reason, according to the law of the alliance, even if you do not inherit the assets and liabilities of your parents, you will still owe debts.

  The debt is small, but the potential impact is dire.

   Those who refuse to inherit assets and debts will be judged as having insufficient integrity, and will be drawn into the blacklist of major companies and chambers of commerce, making it difficult to obtain high-paying positions.

  In the end, life is often very bad, either reduced to interstellar wanderers, or become mercenary outlaws.

   Either they are in debt, or they are living in precarity. How can the society of the alliance be innovative.

  Large enterprises are staying in the comfort zone, and the private sector is dragged down by heavy debts. If the technological progress of the alliance can improve, there will be ghosts.

   For this reason, representatives who are qualified to sit at the same table can see the meaning of the representative of the Cronus military group.

   I just want to take advantage of Kronos' connections in the Alliance Council to monopolize most of the benefits.

   "The benefits cannot be swallowed by the whole family." A representative stood up, and just as he was speaking, a burst of sirens came in from outside.

  The alarm system on Thorian has not been operational for thousands of years.

   Except for the moment when it just colonized the Andromeda Nebula, it rang, and it never rang again.

  Long years have passed, and the alarm system has become an ornament.

  Many people have forgotten the saying that Thorian still has alarms.

   Now, it's ringing.

  The harsh and noisy sirens echoed in every corner of the planet Thorian.

  Echoes echoed among the league staff who juggle the archives and data.

  Echoes among those men and women who indulge in vocal music.

   echoed in the ears of those children who were just born in the hospital.

   Echoed next to the breeding tanks of those sleeping dwarves in the clone base.

   "What's going on?" a representative asked in bewilderment.

  The same bewilderment and confusion on other faces.

what happened?

  Why are there sirens!

  Suddenly, countless information windows appeared in front of everyone at the banquet.

   It was like an avalanche.

   Countless windows popped up in an instant.

  It's all about the pictures sent back from the void orbit.

  Several dilapidated alliance ships with traces of war appeared on the edge of the galaxy.

  A female commander said in a crying voice: "The alliance fleet has been wiped out, Marshal Durin has been killed, and the bodies of all commanders have been sent back."

  Such a sentence caused many representatives to fall into a state of sluggishness.

  They were still discussing how to divide the cake of military interests just now, but now there is news of the defeat of the alliance army.

  The decaying, ignorant, and backward empire wiped out the rational, technologically advanced, and alliance fleet with advanced military thinking.

   Is this ancestor joking?

  A total of six ships returned to the Thorian system.

  The Empire straps those surviving operatives to their seats.

  Let them drive the alliance warships and return to the place where they started.

   Accompanying them were a group of machine slaves transformed from alliance soldiers with weapons.

  They will supervise those operators, and once they deviate, they will kill the operators without hesitation.

  After several weeks of sailing, those ships returned to the capital galaxy of the Wotan Alliance with the corpses.

   It was the return of these ships that set off alarms that Thorion had not sounded in millennia.

  The operators, who had been frightened out of their minds, had forgotten to report their arrival to the port.

   Let the detection and scanning system classify it as an intruder, triggering the highest level of alarm.

   After all, they are the six most powerful alliance ships.

  If the intention is unruly, a terrible naval battle will surely break out.

  When the federal inspectors boarded the ship and inspected the returning alliance ship, they were terrified by the horrible scene inside the ship.

   There are fragmented pieces of meat piled up everywhere. From the badges and armor on the mutilated limbs, it can be seen that those pieces of meat were once soldiers of the Wotan Alliance.

  The dead piled up in every cabin, and the voyage that lasted for several weeks made it emit a foul smell.

  The corpses of Commander Durin and the many commanders who went on the expedition were placed in the command room.

  Barely maintaining the original appearance with an iron frame.

   In the hands of Commander Durin, there is also a handwritten letter.

   Written in the standard ancient Terra script.

  【An enemy of the empire will never be forgiven】

  The body of Commander Durin was sent back, causing the members of the Alliance Council to fall into great panic.

  The battle that was originally thought to be easy to win ended at the cost of the alliance's complete annihilation.

  All military commanders, representatives, and staff officers are all dead.

  The empire declared their wrath to the alliance in the most violent way.

   However, this is only the beginning.

  In the following time, a flood of messages flooded the hyperspace communication station built on the planet Sorian.

  The alliance army originally mobilized to participate in the war was frequently attacked by the army of the human empire before it reached the designated location.

  The offensive of the imperial army was extremely fierce, and the alliance army suffered repeated defeats and suffered huge casualties.

   Currently retreating continuously, morale continues to drop.

  Some teams stationed on the edge, responsible for detecting intelligence, issued warnings to many big figures in the capital of Thorian.

  The empire's reinforcements have arrived at the Andromeda Nebula from the Milky Way, and more troops are expected to arrive later.

   This is an all-out war.

   It is not what the parliament discussed at the beginning, it will only be a local war.

   To make matters worse, Imperial forces are marching on the Alliance's frontier planets.

  The scale and quantity far exceed the original estimate of the alliance.

  The frontier planet urgently needs a lot of support, otherwise it will not be able to resist the invasion of the empire.

   More than a hundred planets may fall at the beginning of the war.

  The frontier planet has been resisting the alliance's oppression and rule over the years. Once it falls, it is very likely that it will turn to the side of the empire.

   "Look what you idiots have done!"

  In the parliament, Mr. Patin, who has always advocated peaceful negotiations, angrily questioned those members of the war faction.

   "How dare you kill each other's envoys!"

  (end of this chapter)

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