Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The Wotan Alliance overloaded the shields of the Imperial warships, but failed to deliver the devastating blows they had seen on previous occasions.

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

Maybe they also realized that the Imperial ships could not be destroyed that way.

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.

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

The warriors of the Wotan Alliance wear full-body armor of bright silver like ancient knights.

Its armor is similar in style 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 recognize 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 evaluates the armor of the Wotan Alliance.

Performance-wise, their armor is far superior to the older 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 been genetically upgraded.

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 Wotan Alliance army.

They are unusually strong, but smaller than ordinary people.

All dressed in heavy armor, it looks like a moving steel ball, a chubby funny egg.

Watching the fighters 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 fighting broke out extremely quickly and furiously.

Manorian and his company stormed the enemy.

Those Wotan Alliance fighters who rushed in along the corridor also raised their weapons to meet the brutal charge of these berserk giants.

Manorian's longsword sliced ​​a Wotan Alliance warrior's spear in two, and the arcing blade pierced the opponent's breastplate.

The screams of pain followed.

The Nawotan alliance fighter was impaled by Manorian.

The sharp blade pierced the opponent's chest.

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

When facing death, no one can remain calm.

Manolian showed no mercy at all, instead he stabbed the sword blade into the opponent's chest even more forcefully, stirred it in the opponent's chest, and completely ended the opponent's life.

They should not be enemies of the Holy Emperor.

The empire brought redemption to this branch of humanity 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 could they be entitled to the forgiveness and mercy of the imperial warriors.

The strike squad formed by the warriors of the Wotan Alliance collapsed after coming into contact with the Primaris warriors of the Seekers Chapter.

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

A dwarven warrior from the League of Wotan tried to hold him back.

The guy was holding a giant tomahawk.

He is physically strong 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.

As soon as he raised the tomahawk, the other party cut off his hands.

Before he could react, another sword was slashed across his abdomen, directly cutting his armor and body in two.

The blood gushing from the remains of the dwarf warrior soaked Manorian's armor and 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 those fools who dared to board the Imperial ships with great speed.

The armed forces composed of ordinary people are responsible for guarding every arteries and ensuring that those core areas will not be destroyed by the enemy.

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 the Primordial Warriors, the Wotan Alliance fighters 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 the death of all the crew, the speed is astonishingly fast.

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

"Well done." Chapter Master Andro made no secret of his admiration for his first company commander.

"What's the next step?"

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 bullshit 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 moment, he was already possessed by fear.

The strong, short and thick body trembled invisibly.

The teams that boarded the ship lost contact one by one.

It was completely terminated in a scream.

"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 gunfire.

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

That color represents the number of commandos who have all died.

Empire ships are like bottomless pits.

Devour all the commandos he sends.

The last player screamed and stopped abruptly.

The last lit number in the information window also dimmed to 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 sat down 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.

Only then did he realize that the empire the alliance saw was only the tip of the iceberg, not the whole thing.

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

Just as Dulin was about to speak, he ordered to evacuate.

Preserve vitality for the alliance.

The supervisor in charge of detecting intelligence jumped up with a frightened expression on his face.

There was horror in his voice.

"We are blocked, and there is a blocking 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 faster-than-light travel is cut off, then they're all going to 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 war will always be those cannon fodder and patriots of the League of Love.

But now, the superluminal leap has been cut off, and 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.

Loud sirens rang through every cabin in the ship.

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

[The intruder has been detected, is in the b-54 sector, and is heading towards the core power distribution room. 】

As the ship swayed, Du Lin suddenly reached out and grabbed the railing beside him, stabilizing his figure.

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

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

Many high-level leaders of the alliance were pale with fright, and several were even more unbearable, and their bodies trembled.

"What should we do?"

"They've come."

"Let people from other ships come to protect us."

"We should evacuate and go to other ships."

The rising and falling voices were full of fear.

These elites no longer had their usual demeanor, and panicked like an ordinary person who was despised by them.

From the wide landing decks, the armed forces of the Union watched as Imperial soldiers rushed out of the beams of light like a tidal wave.

Lasers and thermal fusion beams appeared one after another, just for a few minutes.

The landing deck was declared occupied.

The defense forces were forced to withdraw from the deck area and put down the blast-proof decks of the various corridors in an attempt to hold the ship by such means.

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

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

The metal lava flowed down the door frame.

The hatch was quickly breached.

Manorian led his company into the corridor behind the breached hatch.

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

The ships of the League of Wotan look much sleeker and cleaner than those of the Empire.

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

No Imperial ship looks so messy.

Alas, tidiness is not a winning virtue.

Cruelty and force are the keys to victory.

As the Primaris warriors of the Empire came into view, the Alliance defenders opened fire, the stroboscopic bursts of the muzzles of plasma ray guns as dazzling as the helium flashes of stars, only on a smaller scale.

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

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

They just kept cocking their bolters, shooting at the enemies who formed a defensive formation.

High-powered bombs exploded among the soldiers.

It's as terrifying as a cannonball.

The bodies of Union soldiers were blasted into soggy lumps of flesh, and even if they were not hit, they would be killed by the shock wave.

The surviving Union soldiers collapsed in terror.

Only a war lunatic would develop such a weapon.

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

The armored Alliance fighters came from all directions, trying to stop the Empire from invading.

However, they were doomed.

The raid on the Empire's ships failed.

The defense on the Union ships was also doomed.

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

Manolian's task is simple, to kill every living high-ranking 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 Union troops broke down, fled in all directions, drilled into the corridors of the complex, and fled for their lives.

Manorian split up his company in order to more efficiently capture 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 laid 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.

Watching the corridor warily.

As Manorian emerged, the multilaser cannons fired.

The sound was like that of an acetylene torch burning in an oxygen-deprived room.

One hundred sun-like scorching and dazzling beams shot out from the overheated gun barrel every second, filling the entire space.

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

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

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 saints.

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

Lightning 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 stabbed Manorian in the stomach.

The sword in his hand turned around and blocked 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 incident made Manolian feel a little wary.

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

Absolutely can not be too contemptuous of them.

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

Bright red blood and minced meat flowed out of it.

"For the Union," shouted a Union soldier, giving himself strength and courage with the slogan.

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

Primordial warriors are like demon gods from hell, created by the emperor's genetic technique, and perfected to a perfect degree by the wisdom of the holy emperor, allowing them to have 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 was only a pile of fragmented corpses around him, whose original appearance could not be seen.

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

There was also bursts of hot air from the incision.

Manorian checked the locations of the other battle brothers.

They have all broken through the league's defenses.

His company will join at the next corridor junction.

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

Du Lin'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 it was impossible to make a superluminal leap, they thought that 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 cracks 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 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 frighteningly high temperatures of pulsed beams.

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

Many alliance military commanders looked horrified.

They are like prisoners sentenced to death, watching helplessly as the noose is put around their necks, powerless.

A pulse cut outside the hatch breaks the guard lock.

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

The enemy walks in.

He 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 his eyes.

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

They are demon gods.

A monster crawling out of hell.

No one in his right mind would have created 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 the prisoners."

"Captive? Treatment?" A taunting voice came from the grille of the helmet, and the pair of malicious eyes stared at Durin.

Give this dwarf the 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 tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and said.

"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 is true of his colleagues behind him.

The huge black muzzle was 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.

Flames emanated from the muzzle of the huge black gun.

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 has become a pile of unrecognizable minced meat, there is nothing unusual.

He has experienced even more cruel scenes.

If the Wotan Alliance dared to declare war on the Empire, it had to be prepared to pay the price.

"Choose a few battleships, 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 Imperial outpost has completely failed.

None of the warships in the huge alliance fleet escaped, either being slaughtered by the empire or being taken prisoner, becoming a member of the punishment regiment.

The Mechanicus planted bombs in the necks of Retribution members.

In every battle, the Empire will set a course 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, and 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 Corps is their punishment for daring to confront the Empire and obstruct the great cause of the Holy Emperor.

Between life and death, they must prove their worth 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 Thorian.

Next to 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.

The Cronus military group, the Starwalker Trade Alliance, the Pan-Hiberian 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, which can only be mined from dying stars, is quantum inert, and can effectively resist psionic energy.

Any one 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 alliance's wealth 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.

There was an air of luxury everywhere in the banquet.

Exquisite works of art portraits and sculptures.

Delicious dishes made with fresh ingredients from all over the world, rushed to Sorian.

Prying a piece of scrap off a wall and throwing it out can make an average Union citizen fight 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, what kind of money should not be spent.

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

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

Whether it is wearing the 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 well and supporting the business economy can the great alliance be defended.

At the banquet, representatives of the 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 for refills on their drinks and freshly baked dishes anytime.

"Killing the envoys of the empire 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 shone 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 Kronos military group said with disgust.

"According to me, the alliance should not accept those councilors 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 councilors are really crazy. Don't they know where it is!! Calling it hell is an understatement."

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

"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 league has made little progress over the years.

Not only because of the existence of the ancestral core and database, but also because 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 protection.

In order to prevent the alliance from falling into endless civil wars, major companies have reached an agreement to divide up the entire alliance's market according to their strengths and create a long-term peace for the alliance.

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

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

Is a choice that outweighs the gain.

A large amount of money has been 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.

In order to buy land, equipment, build homes and maintain their lives, the people of the alliance will go into debt heavily.

Huge debts that cannot be repaid by themselves will be passed on 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, and even a lifetime of debt.

As for the refusal to inherit the debts of the parents, the creditors will also be required to pay off the past expenses 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 children refuse to inherit the assets and debts of the debtor, the debtor's investment in the children may be regarded as a vicious act of asset transfer.

The creditor has the right to require the child to return the investment and calculate 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. Their children will also be subject to key scrutiny and strict control over various loans.

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.

Big companies stay in the comfort zone, and the private sector is dragged down by heavy debts. If the technological progress of the alliance can be improved, there will be ghosts.

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

It is to take advantage of Kronos' connections in the Alliance Council to monopolize most of the benefits.

"The benefits can't be swallowed by the whole family." A representative stood up, and as soon as he said something, 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 it rang when it just colonized the Andromeda Nebula, it never rang again.

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

Many people have forgotten that Thorian has alarms.

Now, it rings.

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

Echoes echoed among the league workers who juggled between files and data.

Resounding among men and women who indulge in vocal music.

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

Echoing beside the breeding tanks of the sleeping dwarves in the clone base.

"What's going on?" one representative asked, bewildered.

The same confusion and bewilderment were on the faces of the others.

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 that the alliance army has been defeated.

The decadent, 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 strapped 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 weeks of sailing, the ships returned to the capital system of the Wotan Alliance with the corpses.

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

The operators, already frightened and insane, forgot to report their arrival to the port.

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

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

If there is evil intentions, 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.

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

The dead filled every cabin, and the weeks-long voyage made it fetid.

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

It barely maintained its original appearance with the iron frame.

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

Written in standard ancient Terra script.

【An enemy of the empire will never be forgiven】

The body of Lord Durin was brought back, and the members of the Council of the Alliance were thrown into a 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, deputies, and staff officers are all dead.

The Empire declared its wrath to the Alliance in the most violent of ways.

However, this is just 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.

It is currently retreating continuously, and morale continues to drop.

Some squads stationed on the fringe, responsible for detecting intelligence, issued warnings to many important figures in Thorian's capital.

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

This is an all-out war.

It is not just a local war as discussed in the parliament at the beginning.

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 border 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 in the early stages of the war.

The frontier planet has been resisting the alliance's oppression and rule over the years, and 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, Member Patin, who has always advocated peaceful negotiations, angrily questioned those MPs who advocated the war.

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