Within just a single week, a venerable and ti-honored Millennial Empire, one that had stood for countless generations, trembled violently at the sheer scale of devastation that had befallen it.
By the mont the Law Dominators and Royal Soul Masters were compelled to pause-worn down from the relentless barrage of destruction, weighed under the crushing accumulation of negative karma, and needing crucial ti to recharge their energy hubs and arrays-the once-mighty Millennial Empire had effectively ceased to exist.
Its most famous and strategically significant 100 planets lay in ruins, either completely obliterated or severely damaged. The Millennial Emperor of that empire, realizing the imminent danger, resorted to borrowing planetary displacent equipnt from every available allied force and used it to transport dozens of other key planets in a haphazard, scattered fashion, desperately attempting to save what could be saved.
These were planets that had been painstakingly refined by the elite mbers of the empire.
Indeed, the catastrophic destruction of the empire's top 100 planets wreaked havoc on countless individuals, inflicting world-shattering calamities and severely harming several Nexus States, yet the Millennial Emperor himself erged untouched.
The reasoning was deceptively simple: refining a small, remote planet can provide the sa long-term benefits of immortality as refining a massive, central planet. For this reason, the most powerful and high-ranking individuals habitually chose to refine a small, distant, or even uninhabited world, concealing it ticulously far from prying eyes, under the vigilant watch of specialized arrays or intense protective asures, so that very few could ever know it belonged to their empire.
With this, the empire beca the third Millennial Empire to be effectively destroyed and forced to displace its leadership. The first had been Hedrick's Crumbled Dreams Empire, and the second had fallen centuries ago at the hands of the Cursed Behemoth's army upon its first entry into the sector.
The remaining four empires refused to wait idly to asure their losses. During the recovery period of Lord Damir and his brothers, the Big Six deployed every displacent device at their disposal to randomly scatter their critical planets across vast stretches of space, attempting to prevent a fourth devastating strike from occurring.
Yet, displacent equipnt was limited, and the number of planets vast- making the task monuntal and fraught with risk.
Several months of intense recovery, absorption of primal energy, and reconstruction of soul units passed. Then, Lord Damir and his brothers resud their offensive against the Millennial Empires, each striking a single planet simultaneously, in perfect coordination.
This ti, they had successfully reconnected with the 400 fleeing fleets.
Lord Damir issued precise orders, commanding them to strike randomly across all sector points, prioritizing destruction first and plunder second. The remaining fleets no longer constituted numbers worth protecting, especially as every surviving ship had already sustained damage.
The campaign had evolved beyond a re struggle for resources-it had beco a war of vengeance, a calculated effort to impose the greatest possible losses on the sector responsible for past atrocities, mirroring the suffering they had endured themselves.
And so it transpired.
Current Location- Shather Planet
Shathr, although also a hidden refuge known to only a select few, had beco the staging ground for strategic gatherings, its fortifications rendering it nearly impervious to attack. Even if Lord Damir and his brothers discovered it, destroying it would not be straightforward. At the very least, the defenses would provide ti to activate critical displacent equipnt and mount a proper response.
"Damir and his brothers' rampage must be stopped imdiately," muttered one of the Big Six, his gaze fixed on the star map with visible tension and agitation. "If we fail to intervene-"
Hmmmmm
At that precise mont, a peculiar sound emanated from the surrounding forces, a low hum that carried an unmistakable note of satisfaction and energy, as if the troops themselves were quietly celebrating an unseen victory.
"... Has soone officially beco a Law Dominator within Sector 101?!"
One of the Six Emperors furrowed his brow in astonishnt.
"...I hope they are truly an ally, not another enemy." Another exhaled heavily, a weight of frustration in his voice. "This situation has grown unbearable. Every passing mont, every delay, is eating away at any chance of stability."
"I can no longer expect anything remotely positive after all that has happened..." said a third, shaking his head slowly as his gaze returned to the glowing star map before them. "Let's simply consider them the thirty-first. That is the easiest way to carry on with our work. Frankly, it's not as if anything significant will change either way."
"What exactly is our work now?" another voice demanded, frustration rising. "Why are we even convening today? The war, by all asures, is theoretically over. The Savage Behemoth fleet has withdrawn entirely, and the Cursed Behemoth's forces have been obliterated. What remained of the Cursed Behemoth fleet no longer dares to gather in one place after the devastating strikes by Note-4 fleet. And yet... why-" He slamd his hand on the star map with force, leaving a faint echo reverberating through the hall. "Why are we still suffering as though we were the losers, while our enemies lie shattered?!"
"If Lord Hedrick were present..." spoke a third, his figure projected as a luminous light form, though the signs of illness were painfully clear on his features.
"What would he do, really?!" another shouted, voice echoing against the high walls. "What advantage does he possess that we ourselves do not?"
"At the very least, he could lead an offensive against Lord Damir and his elder brothers once we know where they appear," said another, eyes lowered in reluctant acknowledgnt. "I hate admitting it, but only he could extract a result in confronting them using the Path of Destruction..."
The others ground their teeth at the admission, a bitter taste of truth clinging to their words. Three of their number had already been struck, their forces reduced. The remaining three had yet to even initiate a single engagent.
Even in a one-on-one scenario, facing the heirs of the Behemoths, ard with the most advanced weapons, cursed arrays, and formidable technology, the best outco they could hope for was to delay their opponent or escape.
To kill or seriously wound them? That was simply beyond the realm of possibility.
"There is sothing more crucial he could do-direct communication with Lord Robin," the luminous projection continued, speaking with a weighty seriousness. "Wouldn't such action help? If Lord Hedrick were to give Lord Robin explicit orders for the Shadow Swords or the Note fleet to act in a more concentrated, aggressive manner, I believe the situation would calm significantly... You yourselves have witnessed what they accomplished the mont they decided the military base needed to be removed."
"..." The remaining five Emperors exchanged glances filled with helplessness and
frustration.
The Alliance had almost entirely disintegrated... the massive fleet that once numbered twelve thousand five hundred ships had dwindled to less than two thousand, all damaged, weakened, or barely operational.
Essentially, they had beco nothing more than the personal forces of the Big
Six and what Hedrick could spare.
The rest had retreated to safeguard themselves, and so had even fled toward Mid Sector 100 in desperation.
After the crushing disappointnt caused by the combined might of the Shadow Swords and Note-4 armada, destroying the military base and unleashing relentless, indiscriminate attacks-no one in the Alliance celebrated.
Most had lost any remaining hope of resolving the crisis and decided on
cautious withdrawal.
Every mber was furious at the unfolding events. They had hoped for a
resolution, a chance to expel the invaders, yet the Shadow Swords had instead
asserted their presence even more forcefully, frustrating even the Big Six
themselves.
And yet... no one could deny the sheer power, precision, and ruthless efficiency
displayed that day.
The coordination between the Shadow Swords and Note-4 armada was
nothing short of lethal.
Despite having no Overlords, and not a single fleet having achieved Nexus State, they had executed operations flawlessly. They didn't need it-their thod, timing, and calculated strikes were already overwhelming. The problem, however, lay in their uncontrollable autonomy. They had no allegiance to anyone but their orders comming from above, they wouldn't
listen to the Big Six even if they begged.
Baa!
The heavy gates of the throne hall slamd open with a resonant force, and a
figure entered, eyes wide with intensity, pupils reflecting the dim light. "We've just learned that Lady Helen has breached the Seventh Realm. She has ascended as Monarch of the Ashification Law, and she's now heading directly toward Lord Damir. She appears... extrely angry for so reason."
"...What?"
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