Farben’s First Fortress.
Highest Ceremony Hall.
A huge light screen projected in mid-air.
Isaac Griffin, the Lord of the Farben Civilization, his voice of despair echoed in the hall.
"They are already here..."
At this mont.
Even though the strongest Evolvers of the Farben Civilization were present, they all instinctively trembled with fear.
Whish, whish—
Gazes focused on the light screen above.
"One, two, three..."
"Ten, twenty, thirty..."
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred..."
The man in military uniform closest to the throne, standing over three ters tall, counted aloud.
The hall was silent.
Only the voice of the Farben army’s Commander-in-Chief counting echoed.
Ti slowly passed.
Who knows how long it took.
Finally.
The Commander-in-Chief’s voice stopped.
"One thousand fortresses."
"One thousand Super Large Interstellar War Fortresses..."
When this last number ca from his mouth, those who had already fallen into complete despair, many of them even collapsed to the ground powerlessly.
They were high-tier Evolvers capable of moving mountains and seas, and shaking the Star River.
But...
Facing one thousand Super Large Fortresses?
Not even those at Tiers Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, or even Isaac Griffin, the Tier Nineteen Civilization Lord, could stand a chance!
More precisely—
Even in this vast and boundless Wasteland Star System.
There is no Evolver with the power to stop the advance of these one thousand Super Large Fortresses!
Most critically.
The figure of one thousand Super Large Fortresses is only the tip of the enemy’s military strength!
That mysterious and terrifying force, with just a slight exertion, has already brought the entire Farben Civilization to the brink of extinction!
It is this sense of helplessness that made Isaac Griffin, the Lord, lose all will to resist.
"If I could..."
"I just want to know their na..."
"For the Farben Civilization to develop to this point, if we perish without ever knowing their na..."
Isaac Griffin’s words ended.
An emotion even more desperate than despair, beyond words, filled the hearts of all present.
"Ding—!"
A clear sound echoed in the hall.
Isaac Griffin remained slumped on the throne.
He raised his hand weakly and pointed slightly into the void in front of him.
This was a communication from the front-line army.
"L-Lord!"
"M-Massive, no, a colossal unidentified force’s Fortress Battleships have penetrated into the Farben’s ruling Star Realm!"
"They have ignored all our defense lines and are advancing toward the center of the Star Realm!"
"S-Should we gather our forces to block them?"
The speaker was the Commander-in-Chief of the Farben front-line army.
Yet at this mont.
As an Tier Eighteen Evolver, his voice shook uncontrollably.
Especially with the last sentence—
He practically gritted his teeth, trembling as he asked.
Gather the forces?
Block them?
The total number of enemy Fortress Battleships is more than a hundred tis that of Farben’s!
Super Large Interstellar War Fortresses, Farben has only ten, while the enemy?
One thousand, a whole one thousand!
"Block?"
"Heh—"
On the throne.
Lord Isaac wore a bitter smile on his face.
If there was a choice, how could he not choose to resist?
But...
"It’s aningless..."
"Resistance, has no aning whatsoever..."
Isaac murmured softly, and strangely, there was a bit of relief in his tone.
With those words.
The Commander on the other end of the communication fell into silence.
After a long pause.
He finally spoke softly:
"Your greatness will be deeply rembered by countless Farben people!"
Ding—!
The communication ended as his words faded.
Within the light screen.
The scarce-looking Fortress Warships of the Farben Civilization withdrew voluntarily, creating an expansive starry path.
Rumble—
Rumble rumble—!
The horrifically large fleet of the unidentified force roared without any courtesy, heading straight for the central Star Realm, towards Farben’s First Fortress.
Inside the Council Hall.
Everyone’s faces were ghastly pale.
It was evident that Isaac had made his decision.
And this decision...
Perhaps had already sealed the fate of Isaac, as well as everyone present.
The dead silence pervaded quietly.
Ti flowed slowly.
About half an hour later.
"They have arrived..."
Isaac, with his head down on the throne, suddenly spoke.
As these words fell.
The faces of those present blanched several shades whiter in an instant.
Tap—
Tap, tap—
In front of the throne.
At the end of the Council Hall.
Crisp and lodious footsteps suddenly rang out.
These footsteps...
Seemingly casual, yet impressively orderly.
Sigh—
The high ranks of the Farben force took a deep breath and turned their heads.
"This is..."
At just a glance.
Everyone was stunned.
Only Isaac, who had already seen the arrival from the throne, showed neither sorrow nor joy on his face.
The arrivals numbered only six.
No, more precisely, only one was really a ’person.’
The other five were rely chas.
Interstellar Combat chas familiar to the top brass of the Farben Civilization, yet entirely unrecognizable in model.
Tap—
Tap, tap—
Footsteps echoed in the silent hall.
The envoy from the mysterious force was an extrely young-looking youth.
His gaze fell on Isaac on the throne.
In his eyes, there was a hint of curious surprise.
"Hmm?"
"The humans of this civilization all resemble bamboo poles, so thin and long..."
The youth muttered to himself.
His naturally relaxed deanor clearly showed that he did not regard anyone present, including Lord Isaac, seriously.
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