From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 755 The End
The voice of Regent Norton II spread through the battlefield broadcasting system, with an unexpected calmness, echoing over the battlefield that had just experienced a one-sided massacre, filled with smoke and corpses.

Amber was actually a little surprised when she heard the Regent's voice and what he said. After all, giving up resistance so suddenly did not seem like the style of this hero in Amber's opinion.

However, soon, the deep blue spiritual energy around Amber, which was jumping and burning like a real flame, slowly converged and retreated into his body like a tide, leaving only a faint glow on his body surface, which seemed to flow like a living thing.

His floating figure also landed gently, his feet firmly on the cracked and scorched ground, stirring up fine dust.

He looked around and saw that those imperial guards who had managed to survive had indeed stopped any attacking actions as the regent had said.

But they still maintained their fighting posture, whether it was the weapons in the hands of the heavy infantry, the turrets of the armored units, or the HCPs coming from other lines of defense, they were still firmly aimed at Amber, the "monster" who had just set off a storm of death on their position.

Under the tactical visor of the power armor, every pair of eyes was filled with unconcealable fear and vigilance, but the fingers on the triggers were suspended stiffly as if frozen, and no energy beams or physical projectiles were fired.

It was not so much that the Regent ordered them to cease fire, but rather that this order finally gave them a reason to stop launching suicide attacks on this "monster".

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, gunpowder, and the unique pungent smell of psychic energy burning matter, which mixed into a disgusting smell that rushed into Amber's nostrils.

He frowned, then released a gentle but wide-ranging psychic wave, which was like some kind of sonar, instantly sweeping across the entire area and presenting the feedback information clearly in his consciousness.

The entrance structure of the underground base, the general layout of the passage below, the energy reactions of the fusion furnaces and superconducting battery stacks inside the base, and the particularly lonely life signal at the deepest part.

This vital sign was still too conspicuous in Amber's opinion. There was no ambush around, no hidden "executioner", only dead silence and the person who was quietly waiting for him.

"Boss! What happened? We suddenly detected that the fighting area seemed to have ceased fire?"

Hogg's anxious voice sounded in the communication channel, and the airdrop fortress had obviously also detected the sudden and strange calm on the battlefield.

"Yes, there's a ceasefire. The Regent ordered his troops to stop resisting and opened the gate of the underground base, hoping that I can go in and meet him." Amber said as she walked towards the entrance of the underground base under the watchful eyes of the surrounding imperial guards.

"Boss, is this a trap? Should we send in unmanned units first?"

"Don't worry, Hogg."

There was no emotion in Amber's voice, and there was even a hint of smile in it.

"If the Lord Regent wants to play tricks on me in this situation, it is purely out of his own accord. Let the troops quickly follow up and prepare to receive the prisoners. Move quickly and don't let these frightened guys wait too long."

Although Hogg and Van Fleet were still a little worried, they also knew that they would definitely not be able to defeat their boss, so they stopped dissuading and quickly mobilized the troops.

After ending the call, Amber no longer paid attention to the Imperial Guards soldiers around him who had complicated looks and were facing a formidable enemy. He took a step forward and walked towards the entrance of the half-buried underground base.

His pace was not fast, and even seemed a little leisurely, as if he was not walking towards an enemy stronghold where fierce fighting had just taken place and corpses were everywhere, but was taking a casual stroll in his own back garden.

Everywhere along the way was devastated.

The twisted and deformed metal wreckage, huge impact craters, the mutilated bodies of the soldiers and the weapons and equipment scattered on the ground silently told the cruelty of the one-sided battle just now.

As for the Imperial Guards soldiers standing near the entrance to the underground base, the fear in their eyes almost solidified into substance.

As Amber approached with an almost harmless expression that revealed a hint of curiosity, many soldiers' bodies began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and the knuckles of their fingers holding their weapons turned white from excessive force, but no one dared to move.

The heavy armored door of the underground base made a low metallic friction sound as Amber approached, and slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a wide downhill passage leading underground that could accommodate a large number of heavily armored units.

Amber didn't hesitate at all. After taking the most basic precautions around her, she walked in carelessly.

After being promoted to a seventh-level psychic, surging psychic energy filled every cell of his body, which gave him absolute confidence - on the ground of Saint Saunière, the capital of the Star Dragon Empire, there was no conventional force that could threaten him, not even if he walked into the lair of an enemy that was just fighting desperately.

Inside the underground base, just as the Regent had said, all the Imperial Guards had already evacuated from the main road. Amber did not encounter any enemies along the way. There were only cold metal walls, regularly flashing red emergency indicator lights, and his own clearly audible footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

He followed the main road all the way down, unimpeded, and all the defense facilities that should have existed along the way, such as the unmanned weapon station and the small deflection field generator, were closed. Although this permanent underground base used to store spare military supplies was large in scale, its structure was not very complicated, so Amber did not spend much effort to reach an extremely heavy alloy door at the deepest part of the underground base.

The door slid silently to one side, revealing the command room at the deepest part of the base.

Inside the command room, all holographic projections and large screens were turned off, leaving only a few basic lighting lamps on the ceiling emitting a cold white light.

The huge space therefore seemed somewhat empty and desolate, with only a figure sitting upright on the large commander's chair in the center.

The Regent of the Star Dragon Empire, Sebastian Apollonius Norton II.

He looked much older than the last time Amber saw him outside the princess' villa. His back, which was always straight, was now slightly hunched, and the deep wrinkles on his face were filled with unspeakable fatigue and complex emotions.

He just sat there quietly, like an old beast trapped in an invisible cage, silently licking its wounds.

Seeing Amber come in, Norton II slowly raised his head. His originally sharp eyes seemed a little cloudy at this moment, but a glimmer of light still flashed in this moment.

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing an almost bitter smile: "Mr. Amber never thought that we would meet again in such an occasion and in such a way."

"I didn't expect that either."

Amber walked across to him, leaned casually against the edge of a cold console, looked him up and down, and her tone could not tell whether she was happy or angry.

"It all ended so quickly. I thought you would choose to resist a little longer, at least with more dignity?"

"Resist?" Norton II shook his head, his voice hoarse like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other. "After you, Mr. Amber, showed that kind of almost god-like power, any resistance is futile. What else can it do except to let those soldiers who are still loyal to me die meaninglessly?"

"Oh? Are you starting to feel sorry for the lives of the soldiers now?"

Amber raised her eyebrows, and did not hide the sarcasm in her words: "Before, when you and that imperial princess assassinated each other's members, or when you carried out the "Great Purge" within the empire, or when you launched the attack today, causing the imperial capital to flow like a river of blood and involving countless civilians and soldiers in the war, I didn't see you being so "kind-hearted."

"I didn't expect you would say something bad about Agnes."

"You're all birds of a feather in my opinion."

Norton II was silent, the bitterness on his face deepened a little, but he did not refute.

Amber leaned against the edge of the console and changed to a more comfortable position, folded her hands over her chest, and continued to ask:
“In the orbit of Saint-Saunière, the fleets of Duke Soren and Duke Duke are still there. Although their fleets have suffered heavy losses, their artificial celestial fortress is still intact.

In theory, you have a common enemy - Princess Agnes and me.
With your means and influence, it is not impossible for you to find a way to delay time and reconnect with them. Why did you give up so simply? "

Hearing this question, Norton II let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to let out all the anger that had been pent up in his chest.

He leaned back in the wide chair and looked at the cold metal wall in the command room, as if recalling something. Amber just looked at him without urging him.

"Because, after all, they and I are not the same kind of people."

Finally, the Regent spoke again, his voice low and tired.

"Mr. Amber, I believe you should have guessed my purpose to some extent. From the very beginning, I wanted to thoroughly clean up and reshuffle this corrupt empire, the Leon royal family, and the aristocratic class that has been entrenched like blood-sucking termites for centuries.

If I rely on their strength to survive now, how can I feel at ease to raise my butcher knife and chop down my 'allies' in the future? "

He smiled self-deprecatingly, but a gleam of almost fanatical light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes, like a candle that was about to burn out, suddenly brightening before going out.

"Do you know the 'Decembrists,' Mr. Amber?"

(End of this chapter)