From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 840 The only response he received (The End!)
The combined fleet's communication channels have been completely silenced.

The roars, cheers, and even panic of the past have all vanished, leaving only patches of blue dots representing friendly forces extinguished on the tactical star map.

The steel dome built by the pioneers rained down a torrential downpour of judgment, each drop a pure white spear of light capable of piercing through a warship.

Faced with this indiscriminate attack that could cover the entire battlefield, any maneuvering became meaningless, and any evasion was a joke.

The struggle turned into a futile effort.

Resistance only leads to faster annihilation.

"Break through! We can't get out! They're everywhere!"

"Phoenix Guard! The psionic shield is collapsing! We..."

"For the Empire!"

The final shout was swallowed by the flames of the explosion, and then silence fell.

Amber, lying on the medical platform, watched helplessly as all of this unfolded.

He watched as the fleet he had personally assembled, and the warriors who trusted and followed him, were being harvested in droves.

An unprecedented, deep-seated sense of powerlessness, like the most vicious curse, eroded his will, which was exhausted from overworking.

Anger, resentment, regret. All these emotions eventually converged into a kind of almost numb coldness.

He gave it his all, revealed all his cards, and even risked his own life to pull a 'god' off his throne.

But in the end, it only attracted more gods.

This is not war, this is cleanup.

"Amber"

Franklin's holographic image had lost all its color. He watched as the New Federation's fleet icon on the star map disappeared at a visible speed, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable.

"us."

Agnes pressed her lips together, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on the Empress's face.

The Star Dragon Empire's fleet is using the most desperate methods to try and buy even a second of breathing room for its allies behind them.

But such a sacrifice seems so insignificant in the face of that boundless steel sky.

“Perhaps we were wrong from the very beginning.” Agnes’s voice carried a hint of self-mockery.

"Stand up! All of you, stand up!"

Amber's will, through its deep connection with the flagship, forcefully suppressed all the desperate screams in the communication channel.

"We lost, but we cannot die on our knees!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck the hearts of every survivor like a heavy hammer.

"All warships that can still move! Abandon all evasion! Overload all the energy of your engines into your weapon systems! Fire every single ammunition you can, without holding back a single one!"

"We may not be able to shake this sky, but at least we should leave a few marks on it that belong to us!"

"Let them know that we were here, that we fought!"

People in despair were rekindled by this resolute will.

Rather than being eliminated one by one in futile dodging, it's better to make a spectacular end.

The remaining combined fleet, no longer attempting any evasive maneuvers, turned their bows around, like a group of wounded Don Quixotes charging at windmills, and aimed all their cannons at the endless steel sky.

Just as this final, tragic charge was about to begin.

A change occurred.

A white beam of light, thicker than any planet and beyond description, appeared without warning at the very edge of the battlefield.

Unlike the light spear in 'New Requiem', which is filled with destructive energy, it is more like a tunnel of light that appears out of nowhere and leads to an unknown world.

Its appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Then came the second and third rounds.
Dozens, even hundreds, of identical white beams of light lit up one after another behind the Allied Fleet, on the flanks of the Pioneer Fleet, and in every corner of the battlefield.

They formed an even more spectacular and incredible forest of light, completely illuminating this cosmic realm shrouded in death.

This universe, engulfed in war, seemed to have been put on pause by an invisible hand.

For the first time, the pioneers' relentless rain of light spears faltered.

The roar of the combined fleet's engines, fueled by their desperate charge, came to an abrupt halt.

Whether they were mortals on the verge of extinction or the self-proclaimed gods of the Jeram people, they all looked at these uninvited guests with a mixture of vigilance and bewilderment.

For the first time, the 'scribe' Isriel's cold consciousness fluctuated.

She had no memory of this phenomenon.

Amber's pupils contracted sharply.

The scene before him instantly reminded him of the murals that Isabel had collected, which appeared in various ancient ruins in the human world.

He also recalled that night when the Phoenix King, Enarion, showed him the oldest secrets of the Elven race—

"In the starry sky, a beam of light streaks across, and within this light are countless thin, elongated black shadows."

He had always believed that those murals and legends recorded the same scene.

But now, looking at the hundreds and thousands of pillars of light piercing the heavens and earth before him, he suddenly understood.

Each mural, each legend, records only one ray of light.

They happened simultaneously!
As the flagship's optical sensor magnified and analyzed the image, everyone finally saw clearly what the densely packed black shadows within those beams of light actually were.

Those were warships.

A warship with a distinctly human style.

It has the sharp, angular, and practical industrial design characteristic of the New Federal State.

It has the elegant shape of the Star Dragon Empire, with a touch of classical aesthetics and a slender hull.

There were even some never-before-seen giant fortress ships that looked like they had moved an entire city into space, as well as some assault ships with wild designs and menacing gun barrels covering their hulls.

Their paint jobs and emblems vary, but the chaotic yet creative design language rooted in the very essence of human civilization is so familiar.

As the enormous beams of light slowly extinguished and dissipated into the universe, as if they had completed their mission, they disappeared.

Behind the combined fleet, a brand new 'Iron Curtain' rose, even more magnificent and spectacular than the steel dome of the Forerunners.

It was a true wall of steel, composed entirely of countless human warships of various styles!

Their numbers are so great that they cannot be measured by any tactical unit.

If the pioneers' fleet was a dark cloud obscuring the starry sky, then this newly emerged fleet is a boundless sea of ​​stars that, in turn, is about to completely engulf the dark cloud.

"The number of new fleet signal access requests detected is too numerous to count!"

"The command network bandwidth has been forcibly increased! Oh my god!"

"This is...our identification signal? How come they're all friendly forces?!"

On the bridges of the various warships in the combined fleet, all the surviving commanders stared blankly at the tactical situation sensors in front of them.

The sparse blue friendly icons on the screen now seemed to be infected by a virus, multiplying at an exponential rate and quickly covering the entire screen. They even turned into a pure blue halo due to their high density.

The dense array of red hostile signals that had just driven them to the brink of despair were now completely surrounded by this even larger blue ocean.

At the same time, one familiar voice after another suddenly and without warning rang out in the depths of Amber's consciousness.

"Who is calling for the fleet?" It was his own voice.
Immediately afterwards, more of his own voices, like a flood bursting its banks, surged into his consciousness.

"Long live the great unity of the people of the universe!"—This voice was filled with excitement and a touch of childish arrogance.

"Wake up! An unknown enemy is invading our world!"—The voice even hummed a strange tune.

"Brave young man, go and create miracles!"—This voice was full of wicked humor.

But it's all his own voice.

His own voice comes from the long river of time in the future, across different timelines!
These sounds intertwined in his mind into a chaotic yet harmonious symphony.

For the first time, the 'scribe' Isriel's cold consciousness fluctuated violently.

The ancestral network of the Jeram people records tens of millions of samples of civilizational purges and deduces countless possible variables.

But what is happening now has exceeded the limits of its logical deduction.

"The law of causality has been corrupted."

For the first time, Isriel's consciousness was tinged with a sense of 'confusion'.

"A large number of non-intrinsic timeline coordinates were detected, and the system was forcibly anchored to the current spacetime."

"Threat level. Under reassessment."

The once invincible steel sky has now fallen into an eerie silence.

They stopped attacking and instead channeled all their energy into defense, like a hedgehog encountering an incomprehensible phenomenon, raising all its sharp quills.

After the initial shock, Amber finally smiled.

It was a genuine smile of relief and joy, a smile that came from the heart.

The color returned to his face, which had been pale from exhaustion.

"Darkness is coming, and the guides of the stars will appear."

He finally understood the true meaning of this ancient prophecy.

The "darkness" does not refer to the return of the pioneers themselves.

Rather, it refers to the darkest moment brought about by the pioneers, a moment that could plunge the entire civilization into despair.

And the "Star Guide".
Amber struggled and leaped off the medical platform. The invisible force that had been binding him could no longer hold him down in the slightest.

He strode to the porthole on the bridge and looked at the boundless reinforcements brought by countless 'himself's'.

It turns out that the guide was himself.
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This was not an unexpected miracle.

This is an insurance policy that my future self is preparing for my past self, and it will inevitably be delivered.

Amber remembered the time-traveling tactical device he had once received from Salih.

He once used it to jump between the past and the future, outmaneuvering the entire royal guards and defense system of the Grand Palace, and infiltrating deep beneath the Grand Palace.
This time, however, the scale has been magnified billions of times.

The reinforcements are coming from the future, from countless timelines of human civilization!
This also means
Amber's breathing became rapid.

This also means that, in all the possibilities of the future, human civilization has not only not been wiped out by the pioneers, but has developed to a point where it can rival them head-on and even surpass them!

In the future, on different timelines, at different stages of human civilization's development, I will have assembled countless powerful fleets.

Then, using the coordinates of this decisive battle that determined the life and death of civilization as the 'anchor point,' these forces from different times and spaces were forcibly projected here.

They tore through time and transcended cause and effect, all to reverse a war that was destined to be lost.

The combined fleet, or rather, the humans, elves, and Rom, will inevitably achieve final victory in this war.

Because if they fail, then in the future timeline, no fleet will be able to come to their aid.

This is a perfect, self-fulfilling causal closed loop.

“So that’s how it is”

Amber's lips curled into a smile, a smile brimming with a mischievousness and absolute confidence.

He finally understood why he had gained that strange advantage when he clashed with Colfax using psionic energy.

Because as the core of this 'cause and effect', he himself is protected by all possibilities of the future.

Colfax's pure and ancient psionic energy was naturally distorted and weakened when it impacted this 'reef' that was interwoven and protected by countless timelines.

Lilith

"I'm here, Master~" Lilith's voice returned to its usual liveliness, even carrying a hint of excitement.

"Connect all the command channels of the reinforcement fleets to the 'Endless'."

"Understood! Master, connection complete!"

The next second, a completely new and unprecedentedly vast command network unfolded before Amber.

He can see the status of every fleet and hear the voice of every 'himself'.

"Hey, connected? My timeline has just completed its expansion into the Dark Space, and the fleet is in good condition and ready to go into battle at any time. How's the situation on your end?" asked Amber, who sounded very confident.

“Ahem, this is the timeline two years after the battle with the Jeramian warships. In that battle, we lost about 30 percent of our fleet. But the rest are all elite veterans. Leave the frontal assault to us!” Another voice was calm and reliable.

"Ah, it's getting late here. We haven't fought a war here for quite a while, but ever since the decisive battle, we've been building up unmanned fleets like dumplings, and we've put all the technology we got from the Jerams into practical use," a somewhat mature-sounding voice said.

Amber was amused by the cacophony of reports.

He cleared his throat and transmitted his will to each of his 'selves'.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

"Let's skip the pleasantries. I think you've already seen the enemy before us."

"Now, I need your strength."

"Everyone, is it okay if I give you all the commands?"

"Yes, yes, I'll follow your orders!"

"Roger that!"

"no problem!"

"I can't wait any longer!"

"For the Horde... no, for the Survivors' Alliance!"

Countless voices converged into a unified, deafening response.

Amber turned around and faced the silent steel sky once more.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the alloy armor of the bridge, through the endless void, and collide with the cold consciousness belonging to Isriel behind that steel dome.

He stretched out his hand, as if to hold the entire battlefield in his palm.

The momentum that had been extinguished by despair was now reignited within him in a more ferocious and invincible manner.

"Now then."

His voice, transmitted through the newly established command network, resounded across every corner of every warship in this starry sky.

Let this all come to an end!

(The End)

(End of this chapter)