He was making tactical arrangents.
But at this mont, he suddenly saw Shaga’s eyes gradually becoming brighter—truly brighter. The azure light, from barely visible, gradually beca dazzling, now impossible to ignore.
"Shaga?"
"...The Governor is speaking with ."
"!!!"
Alvin was shocked.
Speaking? With the Governor? Is it Mr. Gu?
How is this possible? With a distance across two Cosmos Domains, and there’s no Star Language Tower here, how can there be communication?
Monts later, a smile appeared on Shaga’s face.
The brightness in his eyes cald down sowhat, but in reality, it rely beca more restrained.
He said to Alvin, "We will surely win, trust . Just need to take within 500 ters of the energy chamber, and everything will be over."
Alvin’s expression gradually shifted from confusion and shock to joy.
...
Dragon Elephant War Machines were launched out of the belly of the aircraft carrier.
The fighters deployed by the carrier crossed a countless number of kiloters in the physical universe in an instant, reaching the extre launching position.
Imdiately, all Dragon Elephant War Machines began engine ignition, accelerating to an extrely high speed, and dashed towards the enemy ships ahead.
Alvin, from the shared view in his helt, saw those golden painted shuttles trance in a spiral trajectory in the vacuum, with black landing pods suspended below each wing. The Alliance’s azure flags billowed amidst the fusion flas, a kind of authority that transcended physical laws made his heart heat up.
Monts later, the war machine group reached the combat area.
The enemy ships had clearly noticed their presence, firepower on the fast assault ships began launching.
Simultaneously, the Colossal Cannons of the Dragon Elephant War Machines fired in unison, shells exploding into iridescent ripples on the surface of the assault ships’ Void Shields.
While both sides were exchanging fire, the landing pods were also launched.
Alvin’s landing pod pierced the belly of the enemy ship under the cover of the third round of salvo, the breach enlarged by the fine gold ram spitting out a cloud of powder-mixed oxygen.
The instant the landing pod breached the armor layer of the enemy ship, the psychic lightning bursting from Shaga’s pupils illuminated the inside of everyone’s faceplate. The already damaged area was further expanded, facilitating the warriors to disembark.
"Fan-shaped advance." Alvin’s command was converted into data pulses by throat vocalizers, lighting up the Double-headed Eagle badges on the chests of thirty-four Power Armors simultaneously.
Taking advantage of the unprepared enemies, they quickly navigated the area from here to the docking cabin, preliminarily creating a landing field. The ship’s servants they encountered were casually eliminated.
But they wouldn’t remain unobstructed forever.
The Battle Group veterans, long prepared and awaiting the landing "death," had already appeared.
When the first enemy rushed out from the front gate, Alvin saw clearly, it was Chief Pharmacist Ryan’s Fine Work Power Armor.
Following him, there were over a squad of Battle Group veterans.
Without a word, both sides were thrown into fierce combat within the first second, reaching boiling heat.
Shaga’s war cry, imbued with psychic fluctuations, shattered the first wave of enemy long-range attacks into quantum dust.
This scene even made his good friend Alvin glance—Shaga, who once had high spiritual strength, was never able to achieve the level seen now. His glowing eyes, which even tactical helts couldn’t fully shield, were astoundingly morable.
With his psychic assistance, despite the Chief Pharmacist having considerable battle power, the eventual outco was inevitable.
They swiftly annihilated the enemy before them.
As Alvin’s warhamr shattered the chest plate of the last forr Combat Brother, less than five minutes of battle ti had passed.
And the price they paid was rely one death, two serious injuries.
...
Shaga’s war cry, accompanied by psychic harmonics, directly shattered three mutant’s Subspace projections into quantum dust. Alvin’s warhamr crushed the chest plate of a forr Brotherhood mber.
They advanced into the engine room at the seventeenth minute when Mirorilla’s scarlet cloak finally appeared at the top of the particle acceleration ring. The Grand Tutor’s scepter was weaving the souls of thirty live sacrifices into Subspace beacons, geotric totems constantly shifting on the tal floor beneath his feet.
"Your stubbornness comforts , Alvin." Mirorilla’s voice simultaneously resonated from thirty-six directions, the single eye at the scepter’s tip dripped iridescent pus, "Now witness true trans..."
A tremor beyond sound suddenly tore apart all Subspace echoes. The arrival of Alliance Governor Gu Hang introduced a temporal fracture—the engine room was filled with Chaos Energy’s screeching one mont, and engulfed in absolute zero-like silence the next.
Alvin felt both his hearts seize simultaneously. The figure draped in a gray robe stood at the center of Mirorilla’s altar, ice crystals beneath his feet converting blood and flesh runes into cold mathematical formulas. The Governor’s pupils were collapsing stars, sealing nine screaming Subspace entities within the floating psychic matrix in his hand.
"Your mathematics are not aesthetically pleasing." Gu Hang’s voice initiated exponential decay in the particle acceleration ring’s operational rate; when he raised his hand to grasp, Mirorilla’s scepter’s single eye began decomposing into a Klein bottle’s topological structure. The Grand Tutor’s scream beca a Möbius ring-like silence just as it was uttered, his Fine Work Armor inlaid with Chaos Runes undergoing formatting from the molecular to quark level.
When Shaga knelt on one knee, the sparks from the Spiritual Crown vanished into data streams within a three ters radius around the Governor. Alvin saw Mirorilla’s body beginning to take on a topology-defined perfect form—each cell dividing by the golden ratio, each drop of blood fractally iterating, this kind of "orderization" that transcended physical laws made Chaos tremble more than any torture.
As Governor Gu Hang’s gaze swept across the battlefield, a mutating Chaos Spawn suddenly began reciting Empire’s Truth Chapter 37, Section 4. The Governor turned and walked towards the airlock door, each step carrying nanosecond precision, projections of Milky Way spiral arms flowed through the folds of his gray robe.
"Clean it up." This command accompanied quantum-level psychic pulses, prompting all surviving traitors’ Power Armor servos to suddenly execute self-destruct protocols. Alvin saw Mirorilla’s face frozen in a superposition of extre terror and mathematical delight for the last ti—this Grand Tutor, once mastering Chaos tamorphosis, was currently experiencing ultimate pain from absolute order at Planck ti intervals.
As Shaga rose from the ground, the Spiritual Crown had reverted to a dark gold hue. He looked at the direction where the Governor vanished, the corners of his mouth inside the faceplate showing the first human-like bitter smile: "Now you know why the Alliance can resist Subspace?"
The roar of Blast Bomb Guns resounded again, but this ti aid at executing traitor Power Armor cores. Alvin slamd the warhamr heavily into the still convulsing Chaos Spawn, suddenly realizing there was water vapor condensing on his faceplate display—after witnessing that kind of absolute power transcending reality and illusion, even the gene-enhanced heart of the Interstellar Warrior required at least thirty seconds to calm its tremors.
(The final paragraph emphasizes the sense of contrast)
Gu Hang’s military boots stepped onto the bridge as Mirorilla’s screams resonated synchronously across twelve dinsions through quantum entanglent effects. The Governor’s pupils reflected the extinguished fires of Subspace engines as he tidied his cuff with precision like a supernova tir.
"Why..." gears juttered amidst Mirorilla’s vocal cords during the orderization process, "How could a being like you... serve humanity..."
The Governor’s gaze swept over Mirorilla’s body crystallizing in fractal form, a Subspace entity within the psychic matrix suddenly started verifying Gödel’s incompleteness theorem. As he touched the observation window of the bridge, the entire Chaos fleet wreckage suddenly arranged itself into the perfect pattern of a Sierpinski Triangle.
"You’ve misunderstood the causal relationship." Gu Hang’s voice began evolving vacuum dust into Fourier series, "Not serving humanity," he turned, the data stream from his robe disassembled Mirorilla’s consciousness into binary code, "I am their next phase of evolution."
Mirorilla’s electronic eye blinked for the last ti, the remaining image on his retina wasn’t the Chaos god, but countless self-replicating Gu Hangs folding the Galaxy into a Klein bottle. This Grand Tutor, who had once witnessed the ultimate secrets of Subspace, finally understood before his consciousness extinguished—the true horror isn’t chaotic disorder, but the cold rationality that compresses infinite possibilities into absolute formulas.
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