He was making tactical arrangements.
But at this moment, he suddenly saw Shagaâs eyes gradually becoming brighterâtruly brighter. The azure light, from barely visible, gradually became dazzling, now impossible to ignore.
"Shaga?"
"...The Governor is speaking with me."
"!!!"
Alvin was shocked.
Speaking? With the Governor? Is it Mr. Gu?
How is this possible? With a distance across two Cosmos Domains, and thereâs no Star Language Tower here, how can there be communication?
Moments later, a smile appeared on Shagaâs face.
The brightness in his eyes calmed down somewhat, but in reality, it merely became more restrained.
He said to Alvin, "We will surely win, trust me. Just need to take me within 500 meters of the energy chamber, and everything will be over."
Alvinâs 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 kilometers in the physical universe in an instant, reaching the extreme launching position.
Immediately, all Dragon Elephant War Machines began engine ignition, accelerating to an extremely high speed, and dashed towards the enemy ships ahead.
Alvin, from the shared view in his helmet, saw those golden painted shuttles trance in a spiral trajectory in the vacuum, with black landing pods suspended below each wing. The Allianceâs azure flags billowed amidst the fusion flames, a kind of authority that transcended physical laws made his heart heat up.
Moments 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 shipsâ Void Shields.
While both sides were exchanging fire, the landing pods were also launched.
Alvinâs 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 Shagaâs pupils illuminated the inside of everyoneâs faceplate. The already damaged area was further expanded, facilitating the warriors to disembark.
"Fan-shaped advance." Alvinâs 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 shipâs servants they encountered were casually eliminated.
But they wouldnât 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 Ryanâs 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.
Shagaâs 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 glanceâShaga, who once had high spiritual strength, was never able to achieve the level seen now. His glowing eyes, which even tactical helmets couldnât fully shield, were astoundingly memorable.
With his psychic assistance, despite the Chief Pharmacist having considerable battle power, the eventual outcome was inevitable.
They swiftly annihilated the enemy before them.
As Alvinâs warhammer shattered the chest plate of the last former Combat Brother, less than five minutes of battle time had passed.
And the price they paid was merely one death, two serious injuries.
...
Shagaâs war cry, accompanied by psychic harmonics, directly shattered three mutantâs Subspace projections into quantum dust. Alvinâs warhammer crushed the chest plate of a former Brotherhood member.
They advanced into the engine room at the seventeenth minute when Mirorillaâs scarlet cloak finally appeared at the top of the particle acceleration ring. The Grand Tutorâs scepter was weaving the souls of thirty live sacrifices into Subspace beacons, geometric totems constantly shifting on the metal floor beneath his feet.
"Your stubbornness comforts me, Alvin." Mirorillaâs voice simultaneously resonated from thirty-six directions, the single eye at the scepterâs 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 fractureâthe engine room was filled with Chaos Energyâs screeching one moment, 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 Mirorillaâs altar, ice crystals beneath his feet converting blood and flesh runes into cold mathematical formulas. The Governorâs pupils were collapsing stars, sealing nine screaming Subspace entities within the floating psychic matrix in his hand.
"Your mathematics are not aesthetically pleasing." Gu Hangâs voice initiated exponential decay in the particle acceleration ringâs operational rate; when he raised his hand to grasp, Mirorillaâs scepterâs single eye began decomposing into a Klein bottleâs topological structure. The Grand Tutorâs scream became 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 meters radius around the Governor. Alvin saw Mirorillaâs body beginning to take on a topology-defined perfect formâeach 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 Hangâs gaze swept across the battlefield, a mutating Chaos Spawn suddenly began reciting Empireâs 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 traitorsâ Power Armor servos to suddenly execute self-destruct protocols. Alvin saw Mirorillaâs face frozen in a superposition of extreme terror and mathematical delight for the last timeâthis Grand Tutor, once mastering Chaos metamorphosis, was currently experiencing ultimate pain from absolute order at Planck time 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 time aimed at executing traitor Power Armor cores. Alvin slammed the warhammer heavily into the still convulsing Chaos Spawn, suddenly realizing there was water vapor condensing on his faceplate displayâafter 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.
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Gu Hangâs military boots stepped onto the bridge as Mirorillaâs screams resonated synchronously across twelve dimensions through quantum entanglement effects. The Governorâs pupils reflected the extinguished fires of Subspace engines as he tidied his cuff with precision like a supernova timer.
"Why..." gears juttered amidst Mirorillaâs vocal cords during the orderization process, "How could a being like you... serve humanity..."
The Governorâs gaze swept over Mirorillaâs body crystallizing in fractal form, a Subspace entity within the psychic matrix suddenly started verifying Gödelâs 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.
"Youâve misunderstood the causal relationship." Gu Hangâs voice began evolving vacuum dust into Fourier series, "Not serving humanity," he turned, the data stream from his robe disassembled Mirorillaâs consciousness into binary code, "I am their next phase of evolution."
Mirorillaâs electronic eye blinked for the last time, the remaining image on his retina wasnât 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 extinguishedâthe true horror isnât chaotic disorder, but the cold rationality that compresses infinite possibilities into absolute formulas.