Him and their stars.

Chapter 2133 Heavenly Realm Oh, I'm back
"Alarm! Alarm! Jump signal detected from Weight Well No. 1! Jump signal detected from Gravity Well No. 1! Confirmed to be the Demon Dragon Fleet! All fortress personnel, take up combat positions and prepare for defense! I repeat! All fortress personnel, take up combat positions and prepare for defense!"

The electronic broadcast from the fortress's central control AI echoed repeatedly throughout the vast fortress's passageways and compartments. In reality, however, the defending soldiers had already taken their respective combat positions long before the alarm even sounded.

Of course, instead of waiting in the command centers of various turrets and fighter jet platforms as the AI ​​hoped, they went into the passageways and cabins fully armed and fought with monsters that had entered the fortress at some unknown time.

Yes, this last line of defense protecting the capital had been infiltrated by a large number of alien insect monsters at some unknown time. Compared to the city's outer defenses, which were filled with turrets and six layers of shields and protected by fighter jets and gunboats, the city's internal defenses were so fragile.

Countless horrific swarms of insects, their chitinous carapaces gleaming with a chilling light, have coalesced into a destructive black tide, relentlessly battering the fragile dam formed by armored vehicles and guns firing insane bursts of fire.

"Reinforcements! We need reinforcements!" The grenadier's cries for help echoed through the narrow passageway, even drowning out the roar of gunfire.

Their electromagnetic rifles spitted fire, attempting to block every gap in the swarm of jumping insects with a dense barrage of bullets.

However, these low-level swarm units advanced like emotionless biological robots, braving the torrential rain of bullets. Their sharp limbs pounded the ground, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound, like a sharp blade scraping against glass.

Bullets barely tore through their shells, shattered their limbs, and sent parts and viscous bodily fluids flying everywhere, but the successors continued their charge without hesitation, stepping over the remains of their kind, and viciously tearing at the grenadiers' seemingly sturdy power armor with claws strong enough to rip through high-strength alloys.

Due to tradition, the Imperial Army once kept large numbers of military beasts. However, most of these rigorously trained beasts were ill-equipped for the simulated gravity environment of space, and their cost-effectiveness and overall performance were far inferior to various robots. Apart from the Star Dragons, they were basically phased out in space warfare.

The remaining military beasts were mostly used in surface warfare. These grenadiers had witnessed the ferocity and agility of the military beast regiments in suppressing colonial uprisings.

Even the most well-trained beasts, including phantom beasts with psychic abilities, are not as efficient and deadly as these swarms of insects. They have the appearance of living beings, yet they resemble the most advanced combat robots.

"What exactly are all these things?"

"Zerg swarms! Zerg swarms! Zerg swarms that deserve to go to hell!"

"What kind of creature could tear through a mech? Why is there no intelligence to say that?"

"The intelligence agency personnel should all be shot! No, fed to the dragons!"

"Where are the psychic masters? Didn't the people from the Star View Pavilion say they knew everything?"

"These lords of the stars should all be beheaded! No, they should be fed to these insects!"

"What kind of being are we fighting?!"

The green corrosive acid and purple insect blood of the swarm covered the human's red blood, splattering onto the silver-white alloy wall and leaving large patches of mottled, sizzling corrosion marks.

"Where are the reinforcements? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"We're on our way. But a lot of roads have been destroyed! We have to clear the roadblocks."

In fact, the Zerg swarm's attack direction was quite concentrated, focusing on the main road in the center of the fortress leading directly to the command post. Their tactics, though incredibly reckless and seemingly without any intention of retreating, were undeniably effective, forcing the defenders into a series of retreats. Moreover, they indeed established a decisive numerical advantage along this route.

The defenders of the remaining compartments of the fortress are rushing to their aid from all directions, but they are constantly being attacked by explosive insects on key passageways.

These insect swarms seemed intimately familiar with the fortress's layout, consistently placing small ambushes at key points. These bat-sized explosive insects not only inflicted heavy casualties but also structurally damaged numerous passageways. Even with the Imperial Army's damage control capabilities, it took considerable time to restore passage.

Why are they so familiar with this place? How many times have they come here?
No, how did a monster of that size even get inside the fortress? That's the most important question. If we don't figure it out, won't all the Skyholds of the Galactic Empire become prey?
The responsible officers were certainly pondering these questions, but most simply wanted to survive. To survive by all means possible.

"Where are the reinforcements? We only have three regiments on this route! We need reinforcements!"

"The command said that as long as we hold firm, we will definitely find a way! Reinforcements are on their way, but they will not be able to pass through unimpeded; they will be blocked along the way! We need to hold firm! As long as we hold firm, we will definitely find a way."

"How am I supposed to defend? If it were just these menacing creatures, I could manage to hold them off. But is this all our opponents are?"

Indeed, while Zerglings can inflict casualties on Grenadiers, they are unlikely to penetrate deep enough to break through heavy fire and armored vehicle blockades. However, Zerg swarms have never relied on rampages to traverse the galaxy.

They have a complete range of military units and are very flexible in combat.

Further away, the thorny snakes, capable of crawling and slithering and even raising their upper bodies and heads for extended periods like cobras, huddled in the relatively safe shadows.

Their swollen neck pouches suddenly contracted, unleashing a torrent of armored bullets coated in bio-acid. These high-speed jets possessed terrifying penetrating power, constantly carving horrifying craters into the thick breastplates of the Imperial mechs; their power was no less than that of steel-studded bullets.

In the relatively confined environment of urban warfare, these strange creatures were actually quite accurate in their shooting. The barrage of bone spikes, resembling steel nails, struck a single point on the side armor of the tank.

The Type 3 tank, which was serving as a makeshift turret, had its armor breached by the cluster of steel spikes and turned into a fireball.

The scorching blast of air after the explosion hit the backs of the Marines who were still waiting for orders. "If this were on the open field, if this were on the outer walls of a fortress, we could have brought out the mobile fortress and the ATAT. How could we have been knocked down by these monsters' spittle!"

"Robots, send the robots up! We need an isolation zone!" the frontline commander shouted.

"Company A has made contact with the enemy. They're engaged in hand-to-hand combat!"

"Let them... never mind, it's too late! This is the will of the God of War, and the spirit of the universe will guide their souls! For the sake of the preservation of the entire fortress, this is the only way."

Hundreds of spider-shaped robots, moving with the agility of spiders, were swiftly deployed to the battlefield. Carrying dangerous bombs, they deftly slipped through the gaps between grenadiers and tanks.

The robots' objective was clear: to block or even destroy the passage by self-destructing, thus preventing the swarm from entering the core area of ​​the fortress.

However, just as they nimbly crossed the fire line and were about to reach their designated location to explode, several scorpion-like queen insects hovering behind the swarm raised their jewel-like compound eyes.

A mysterious and peculiar light flashed through the translucent lattice crystal structure.

In an instant, an invisible psionic restraint field descended, like the toughest viscous glue, firmly fixing the spider robots in mid-air, no matter how loudly their engines roared, they couldn't break free. Then, accompanied by a series of "booms!", the robots shattered.

They were not destroyed, of course, but crushed into dust by the enormous, elephant-foot-like creature. The bombs they carried on their backs were not detonated, but were completely disintegrated by the impact from directly above.

The imperial soldiers felt the heavy footsteps that shook the entire passage. They looked up in confusion and then saw several enormous monsters, like mobile fortresses, blocking their view.

Their imposing bodies had completely blocked the top of the main passage of the fortress, and they were using their huge, bone-scythe-like forelimbs, comparable to battering rams, to brutally smash through the armor wreckage that was in their way.

This also includes his own Zerg minions.

At that moment, the Imperial soldiers seemed to feel the fear of being dominated by the dragons.

...Yes, the effect of the Star Dragons entering the fortress or the interior of the warship is probably no more than this, right?
So, to reiterate, how did this monster get in?
"Monster! A giant monster!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Whoosh, hurry, hurry, knights, come here! Ride your dragons over here!"

"I can't reach the knights! I've called them over a dozen times, but I still can't get through!"

"They should be hanged! No, leave them here to be trampled to death by these monsters!"

The shrieking of blast beams rubbing against the air, the muffled thuds of steel-tipped bullets striking walls and armor, and the roar of explosions intertwined with the hissing of swarms of insects, composing a brutal symphony within the fortress.

It celebrates racial conflict, death, and even the changing of civilizations.

The individual at the very front of the behemoth horde, with its particularly deep-colored carapace, even let out a roar that was a mixture of excitement and a hint of bloodlust, wielding a terrifying scythe that seemed capable of cleaving a warship in two, and howling loudly.

"I am Lord 005, who dares to fight me to the death?"

Well, of course it won't get a response; it's just trying to shout something to get some feeling out of it.

It suddenly charged forward, its massive body like a steamroller, slamming into a tank that was still spewing fire. Its two enormous, bony forelimbs, gleaming with a deadly glint, pierced the tank's hull.

"Boom—!" The ear-piercing sound of metal twisting and parts flying almost drowned out the sound of the explosion.

The sturdy turret, along with the dozen or so grenadiers beside it, died a gruesome death under the giant beast's trampling, looking like soda cans crushed by mischievous children.

"Die! Die! You human thing!" it roared in a high-frequency scream that only it could understand.

However, this idea, filled with contempt and destructive intent, was like a mental shock, causing many frontline soldiers who were fighting to feel a sense of palpitation and dizziness.

If an experienced psychic were here, they would surely sense that the roar of this behemoth actually contained the power of words.

This is clearly a mythical beast.

However, considering that those "floating scorpions" also possessed psychic abilities, there was no time for anyone to be surprised.

The imperial soldiers were too exhausted to do anything but run away, so they didn't notice that as soon as the roar ended, the massive body seemed to stiffen almost imperceptibly, and its compound eyes, which were flashing with a cold, fierce light, even blinked in a rather human way, as if it were feeling guilty.

The next second, it roared to the sky again: "Roar! Down with the tyranny of the Empire! Down with the tyranny of the Tyrellians! For the freedom of all mankind and the entire universe! For the equality and prosperity of all civilizations and intelligent races in the universe! Charge!"

This time, its words of power seemed to contain a wealth of emotions and information, even delivering clear information directly to the minds of the people infected by the words of power at the scene.

In an instant, at least a thousand grenadiers heard the shout and were momentarily at a loss for what expression to wear.

So we're fighting the rebels now, oops... the insurgents?
Also hearing this shout were 500 stormtroopers composed of Wolflings and Legion giants. They were a reinforcement force that had arrived at the scene. These burly, armored giants were clearly capable of going toe-to-toe with these monsters.

However, when such shouts reached their ears, they suddenly felt like they had become the villains. This experience was truly indescribable, and for a moment they didn't know what expression to wear.

At the same time, the Earl of Salvin Memorial Park in the center of Gerrogin City, within the inner ring of the Sky Domain, also welcomed a rare visitor.

This was originally one of the six university cities in the Heavenly Realm, but due to the war, most students and valuable personnel sought refuge at Wisdom Palace University in the neighboring Bright Dawn City. The dozen or so institutions of higher learning in this city are now deserted. Most residential areas have also long been under martial law.

As the largest municipal park in this space city, the Salvin Memorial Park, which should be bustling with people, is now as deserted as a cemetery at night.

Therefore, no one would notice the peculiarity of this sole visitor.

This is a beautiful girl, only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a simple white dress, strolling along a path lined with flower walls, her steps light as if she were on a spring outing.

Under normal circumstances, girls like this can be seen everywhere in the park.

But now, she's the only one here.

"Heavenly Realm, I'm back... Hmm, have I ever lived here?" the girl murmured to herself.

The young woman seemed quite familiar with the place, easily making her way to the small city museum at the heart of the park. This was the museum of the last Count of Salvin, Ladis, and the hometown of that historically influential scientist, environmentalist, and capable official.

Her figure, like ink spreading in water, silently passed through the closed doors and entered the empty exhibition hall. Inside, the hall displayed Count Salvin's manuscripts, experimental instruments, and replicas of some imaginative creations, including the first household robot he personally designed when he first oversaw the establishment of the robot factory.

She seemed quite interested in the exhibits, especially the unremarkable household robot that looked like a skateboard. She tilted her head, stretched out her fair fingers, and gently reached for the exhibit. Just then, a deep, slightly hoarse voice sounded behind her: "He saw the essence of the world, he saw the reality of the empire, but he failed to see his own future. He was too far ahead of his time, Miss Dominator."

Shirley turned her head to look at the figure that had appeared out of nowhere in the shadows of the museum corridor, and retorted in a clear, girlish voice, "In my opinion, he's just betting everything on the future. Do you see that future? High Priestess Norddos, this should be your job, shouldn't it?"