From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 792: Reconciliation Agreement
"For the survival of human civilization?"

Franklin repeated this sentence weakly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Mr. Amber, don't you think it's a huge joke for a capitalist like you to say this?!"

Franklin's voice was so loud that almost everyone heard his roar, but Amber did not get angry or react to this rebuttal. She just stood there and watched quietly.

Franklin, the once high-spirited 'revolutionary' and 'ambitious young man', now kneeled on the ground, firmly controlled by two combat bodies, watching helplessly as his years of hard work seemed to be wiped out in just a few hours.

Inside the banquet hall, dozens of combat bodies and autonomous combat machines were scattered in every corner. The high-ranking officials of the Renaissance Alliance were shackled and gathered in the center of the hall. Their faces were filled with fear and despair. Many people couldn't believe it and wondered if they were dreaming.

Soon after, under the guidance of the combat bodies, these people who were once powerful and almost became the top leaders of the "New Federation" were taken away from the banquet hall one by one. They would be taken to the house arrest area that had just been cleared out in the space city.

The top leaders of the Atlas Group were escorted by the Immortal Legion to a safe area to rest first, and then wait for the fleet to deal with the enemy forces in the outer orbit and then pick them up for evacuation.

"Boss, Commander Isabel."

Eleanor walked straight towards Isabel and Amber with a complicated expression and her eyes slightly red. It was obvious that the incident just now was also a huge emotional shock to her.

She walked through the ballroom, her heels tapping on the smooth floor, making a clear and lonely echo.

"Your undercover mission is over, Eleanor, you did a great job"

Isabel said softly, and at the same time reached out and gently patted Eleanor's shoulder. She knew that this not-so-old agent was feeling very emotional at the moment, so she comforted her softly.

Eleanor, who was standing in front of Isabel, hesitated for a moment, then looked at her direct superior and boss with a little restraint, and then asked cautiously: "Boss, sir, thank you for your comfort. Please rest assured that I can adjust to it. The only thing I can do is to ask to talk to Franklin alone?"

Amber studied Eleanor's expression and nodded slightly. "Of course, according to the plan, he will be placed in a cell in the temporary detention area. You can go find him anytime."

Eleanor whispered a thank you and turned to leave. The sound of her high heels tapping on the ground gradually faded away and finally disappeared at the end of the banquet hall.

As the others left one after another, the banquet hall finally became empty, leaving only Amber and Isabel.

Amber looked around. The once magnificent banquet hall was now in a mess. Broken utensils were scattered everywhere, overturned tables lay on the ground, and the air was filled with a strange smell of champagne and food.

Amber walked with interest to the champagne tower that survived the chaos, took down two glasses of crystal clear champagne, and walked slowly back to Isabel.

"Yes~ Have a drink to calm your nerves."

Isabel took the champagne and rolled her eyes helplessly: "Amber, you still need to calm down. Can a level 7 psychic also be nervous?"

Amber took a sip of champagne, feeling the bubbles jumping on her tongue, and couldn't help grinning: "You can't say that. Although the advance planning was sufficient, who wouldn't be nervous when they think of stepping on a 1.2 million ton nuclear bomb under their feet?"

He shook the wine glass in his hand, watching the light golden wine swaying in it, and then continued, "I have to say that you have made a good move, Isa. If it weren't for Eleanor today, Franklin's ultimate move of mutual destruction would have been difficult to crack. Maybe we would have turned into cosmic dust together."

Hearing this compliment, Isabel's eyes immediately lit up and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

As the intelligence chief of the Atlas Group, successfully cultivating Eleanor, the "time bomb", and placing her next to Franklin was undoubtedly the most brilliant achievement so far in her not-so-successful "career".

"By the way, how did you get Eleanor here?"

Amber held the wine glass and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the banquet hall, gazing at the starry universe outside the dome of the space city.

"I asked you several times before but you refused to tell me. Now you can tell me, right?"

Isabel also came over and stood side by side with Amber. "Remember the farce when the two parties in the federal government impeached Brandon? At that time, Eleanor's father, as the speaker of the House, was annihilated in the Capitol along with other members of the two parties by an orbital strike ordered by Brandon."

Amber nodded. That incident was one of the darkest pages in the political history of the Old Federation. It was also the beginning of the military government of the Old Federation and its eventual demise.

"Eleanor almost collapsed when she heard the news, and Franklin was obviously a little slow in this regard. He didn't realize that his comfort had no effect." Isabel smiled softly, "That was when I contacted her and 'took advantage of the opportunity'."

"Oh, it seems you are quite capable. Tell me, what kind of love potion did you use?" Amber raised her eyebrows, with a teasing gleam in her eyes.

Isabel glared at him in pretended anger. "There is no such thing as a love potion. I just told the truth. For Eleanor at that time, what she needed was not false comfort, but truth and hope."

Isabel paused, then continued, "However, in order to allow her to remain undetected for a long time, our intelligence center did use some tricks."

"Is this the new technology you asked Saleh for before?"

"That's right~" Isabel nodded, "Through this magical psychic technology, she is put into a 'sleeping state'. She will only act according to the preset when she receives specific instructions or discovers valuable intelligence. Although she will do these things in the 'sleeping state', she will not remember these actions afterwards, and will not tell them even if she is given 'truth serum'. Only when she hears my activation command will all her memories be restored."

Amber pondered for a moment, a complex look flashing in her eyes: "This technology is indeed powerful, but it may be a bit cruel to Eleanor?"

Isabel didn't respond, but just looked out the window quietly.

The darkness of the universe is deep and mysterious. The glowing dots in the orbit of the capital planet are the warships of the Renaissance Alliance. They are now being gradually controlled by the Atlas Group's fleet, like moths entangled in a spider web.

"Fortunately, it's all over." Isabel said softly.

"No, this is just the beginning."

Amber raised her glass and clinked it lightly with Isabel's. The crisp sound of the clinking echoed in the empty banquet hall.
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Some time later, in a temporary detention room at the other end of the space city, Eleanor and Franklin sat face to face, separated by a simple metal table.

The walls of the temporary detention room were a cold gray, and the lights on the top emitted an icy white light that shone on the faces of the two men, outlining completely different emotions.

The silence that stretched between the two of them seemed to have a substantial weight, making the atmosphere in the room even heavier.

Franklin's eyes were red and swollen, his hair was messy, and his hands were limply placed on the metal table, while Eleanor, sitting opposite him, straightened her back with a firm look in her eyes.

"why?"

Franklin finally broke the silence, his voice so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Why on earth would you do that?"

Eleanor took a deep breath and looked Franklin straight in the eye: "In order to get the Renaissance Alliance back on track, back to our original vision."

"On the right track?" Franklin laughed bitterly. "Being completely controlled by the Atlas Group is what you consider to be on the right track?"

Hearing Franklin's words, Eleanor leaned forward and said, "Franklin, ask yourself, does the current Renaissance Alliance still remember its original intention? Do the senior members of the alliance still remember why they joined the Renaissance Alliance?"

Franklin remained silent, but every word Eleanor said was like a sharp needle, piercing his heart.

"You keep saying you want to establish a new federation, but look at the people who follow you."

Eleanor's voice was calm and sharp, and she showed no mercy to Franklin.

"Hall only cares about his own power, Cole only wants to rebuild military hegemony, and what about the others? They are just a group of speculators. Why did we overthrow the Federation in the first place?! It was to establish a more just and humane order, not to replace a group of people who continue to exploit and oppress in high positions!"

"So this is why you betrayed me? If the Renaissance Alliance is completely controlled by the Atlas Group, wouldn't that be a violation of the original intention of the alliance?" Franklin continued to ask back, with undisguised pain in his voice.

Eleanor shook her head. "You are only thinking from the perspective of the leader of the Renaissance Alliance. You are only considering the future of the Renaissance Alliance, or the New Federation, instead of truly wanting to change the world."

Franklin looked up at Eleanor, confusion flashing in his eyes: "Eleanor, what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that maybe Mr. Amber sees further than you and me."

Eleanor stood up and her voice softened.

"I have confessed everything to you. It's up to you to decide what to do next. I believe that after you have a good talk with Mr. Amber, you may have different ideas."

She walked towards the door of the prison cell and looked back at Franklin before leaving: "I have never regretted loving you, neither before nor now, but I cannot watch you go down a dead end and never come back."

The door of the prison cell slowly closed behind Eleanor, leaving Franklin alone under the cold light, deep in thought.
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At the same time, amazing changes are taking place in the galaxies within the Renaissance Alliance's control area.

After Amber gave the order to start implementing the "Rectification Protocol", the combat elements and autonomous combat machines that had been hidden in various facilities in advance were awakened from months or even more than a year of slumber, and then the Immortal Legions also began to "descend" one after another.

On the satellite of Odocus III, soldiers of the Renaissance Alliance who were on routine patrol suddenly discovered that there was a sudden movement in the warehouse storing metal materials and building materials. Then, a number of fully armed combat elements and autonomous combat machines appeared out of thin air. Before they could sound the alarm, these mechanical units had already disarmed them and controlled the command centers of several military bases. In the starport with the largest capacity of the Renaissance Alliance fleet, the commander stationed there was enjoying dinner when the entire starport suddenly sounded the alarm. The adjutant reported to the commander with a horrified face, claiming that a large number of unknown armed units suddenly appeared in key locations in the starport.

When he put down his knife and fork with a face full of question marks and prepared to ask for details, a combat element had already forcefully broken open the door of his room, and then politely but coldly asked him to surrender through the loudspeaker.

This scene was played out simultaneously in hundreds of galaxies controlled by the Renaissance Alliance.
Thanks to the Immortals' ability to achieve seamless 'descent' through 'Valhalla', these digital lives can instantly take over combat entities in different galaxies, enabling the Atlas Group to achieve synchronized combat across galaxies even when the number of ground combat troops is insufficient.

Inside Valhalla, the words "Immortal Legion Extreme Combat Challenge" appeared on the skylight, along with cumulative time records and a "ranking list".

Under the overall guidance of Lilith, these digital lives that theoretically do not need to rest compete to see who can fight longer and who can seamlessly switch more combat bodies and galaxies.
In a command room constructed in the virtual space 'Valhalla', Baninger, Memphis and others were commanding this bizarre battle.

"The 427th Tactical Group is in place and has completed full control of Harden Starport!"

"Tactical Group No. 891 reports that the Camelot System Administrative Center has been taken over!"

"Combat Group No. 1037 requests reinforcements! Encountered resistance in the outer area of ​​the Silver Ring Fortress!"

"Agreed to reinforce, activate the local backup combat elements, and dispatch the 499/653/752 combat formation to carry out the 'arrival'."

Baninger processed this information at an unprecedented speed, controlling thousands of combat units at the same time and switching them according to the battles in different galaxies, constantly forming local troop advantages one after another.

For the Immortal Legion, this is not only a war, but also a feast of technology and efficiency.

Those areas of the Renaissance Alliance that were absolutely loyal to the top leaders, such as administrative agencies, garrisons, star ports, etc., were marked as key targets of attack in the early intelligence reconnaissance, and these areas were basically controlled by these suddenly appearing mechanical units without any preparation.

Many commanders could not understand until they were captured how a combat force of this size could break through the tight defense lines without being noticed and appear directly outside their own headquarters.
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Renaissance Alliance controlled area, Jix galaxy.

The Renaissance Alliance's largest main fleet starport floats in the dark space like a mountain, with countless flashing lights outlining its huge outline.

The combat intelligence center inside the star port is located on the top floor of the central area. Through the fully transparent deck under their feet, officers on duty can overlook the warships docked in various docks.

Inside the Combat Intelligence Center, several officers on duty were listlessly standing in front of their respective workstations.

The setting time of the star port has come late at night, and the activities in the port area have been reduced to a minimum, with only necessary maintenance and on-duty personnel still working.

On the holographic projection platform in the center of the room, a huge projection was displaying the real-time status of the entire starport area. The light blue halo reflected on the somewhat tired faces of the officers on duty.

"Oh, I shouldn't have gone to play Arena with Bill and the others during my shift break today. I'm so sleepy now."

Captain Sherin yawned, stretched his stiff shoulders, then his eyes inadvertently swept across the starport below him and frowned.

"Wait, what is the 'New Dreadnought' doing at berth 17?"

The other officers raised their heads and looked down along his line of sight, only to see that the transparent observation window under their feet had been marked by Captain Schelling.

A huge Hellfire Class heavy cruiser was slowly leaving its berth, and the attitude control nozzles on various parts of the ship were constantly flashing, adjusting the attitude of the entire battleship.

"There is also movement at berths 14 and 22," Lieutenant Patrick added on the other side, "The Nemesis and Olympus are also starting the departure procedure."

The atmosphere in the intelligence center suddenly became tense. Captain Schelling quickly pulled up the fleet's activity schedule for the day, glanced through it with a frown, and then quickly relaxed.

"Please relax, everyone. We are a little nervous. Today is the day of the Red Rainbow Exercise, and these ships are all part of the plan."

"Exercise Red Rainbow?" Patrick repeated in confusion. "Why don't I remember anything like that?"

"Because you almost never read the entire daily briefing, this is a routine combat readiness exercise set up by Admiral Cole, mainly to test the fleet's ability to assemble quickly." Schelling teased, standing up and stretching.

The tense atmosphere in the intelligence center immediately dissipated, and the officers returned to their posts one after another. Some continued to deal with the paperwork at hand, while others secretly entered the entertainment channel.

Half an hour later, Patrick suddenly jumped up from his seat: "Sherin, are you sure today's exercise is so large?"

Xie Lin frowned and walked to Patrick's workstation, staring at the surveillance screen on his screen: "What's wrong?"

"Look for yourself. Forty-seven warships have already left the port, accounting for a quarter of the Starport's permanent fleet."

Patrick pointed at the constantly updated fleet list, his expression becoming more and more serious.

"These include twelve battlecruisers and more than twenty heavy cruisers. Does a rapid assembly exercise require the deployment of so many capital ships?"

Xie Ling's expression also became serious. He quickly called up the details of the exercise plan: "According to the plan, only one combat formation needs to participate in the exercise today, with a maximum of 20 warships."

The atmosphere in the combat intelligence center became tense again, and other officers put down their work and gathered in front of the central holographic projection table.

The blue dots of light on the holographic projection represented the warships leaving the port, and they were now rearranging at an unsettling speed, gradually forming a clear formation.

"Wait, is that an attack formation?" asked a young lieutenant in a trembling voice.

Xie Ling did not answer, his eyes were fixed on the moving light spots, and then the next moment, more light spots appeared on the holographic projection - hundreds of small light spots separated from those battleships.

"Full deck attack," Patrick muttered, his voice unusually dry, "They are releasing all the HCPs and heavy armored combat boats!"

Xie Ling grabbed the communicator and said, "Fleet Command, this is the intelligence center! What is the intention of the fleet leaving the port? Repeat, what is the intention of the fleet leaving the port?"

There was only a crackling sound of static coming from the communicator.

"Try the emergency channel!" Schelling shouted to the communications officer.

A communications officer quickly switched to the emergency channel: "Attention, departing warships, this is the Star Port Combat Intelligence Center, please respond immediately! I repeat, please respond immediately!"

Still no response.

Xie Ling's face turned pale, and he turned to the alarm console: "Sound the first alarm! Now!"

The shrill alarm sounded across the entire star port in an instant, and red warning lights began to flash, illuminating the tense faces of everyone in the intelligence center.

Alarms soon sounded on the warships on duty at the external berths, followed by the opening of multiple catapult channels on these warships on duty and the starport, and the HCP and heavy armored combat boat squadrons also began to be dispatched urgently.

"The Starport Defense Force is gathering. The on-duty battle group is completing its tactical formation. The battle group commander is asking us what our current situation is!"

"How the hell would we know? Let them stay alert first!"

Xie Ling said helplessly, and at this moment he was completely unsure. Although the star port duty fleet was large in number, there were only a few battleships, and the rest were mostly light cruisers and destroyers. Compared with those main battleships that had left the port, the firepower contrast was extremely disparate.

"All HCP squadrons in the starport report that they have been dispatched!" Patrick received the starport combat command channel, "The 7th, 10th and 14th heavy armored combat boat squadrons have also been dispatched."

The large screen in the intelligence center suddenly lit up, broadcasting real-time images from outside space.

Outside the starport, the HCPs and heavy armored combat boats of the departing fleet had completed the battle formation transition.

At the front of the entire formation, a scarlet-red machine is particularly eye-catching. Its external armor is thicker and it has more propulsion units than other machines. The entire machine exudes an oppressive beauty. Even through the screen, one can feel the deterrent power emanating from the machine.

"Wait, that's 'True Red Lightning'?"

“And the Red Baron.”

Xie Ling opened another surveillance screen, which showed a formation of heavy armored combat boats released by the fleet leaving the port, led by a red combat boat that also gave a sense of oppression.

Among the defense forces ejected from the starport, when these pilots and drivers synchronized information through the data link, they also saw these two eye-catching units.

The reactions of these front-line units were even more difficult to resolve than those of the people in the combat intelligence center. At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their mind.

"I'm playing 'True Red Lightning'? Is that true?"

(End of this chapter)