From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 725 is both a conquest and a "liquidation".
Several days later, the outline of Aegis 7 was no longer the miserable "shattered" state it had initially appeared.

The planet, which once drifted in the void like wreckage, is now gradually returning to a stable form thanks to the full intervention of the Imperial Engineering Ships.

Large cracks have been "filled," and the collapsed strata have been "reassembled" through gravitational alignment. The unfathomable fissures have also been sealed off as restricted areas to prevent further collapse.

The large number of robots and nano-repair units mobilized by the engineering department, as well as the engineering cabin equipped with automatic melting furnaces and 3D printing equipment, are operating day and night, like a group of mechanical behemoths slowly "stitching up" the wounds of this suffering planet.

Beneath the orbit of Aegis 7, the area where the portal is located has been completely transformed.

The once chaotic and desolate airspace has now been replaced by a massive forward base.

Rows of docking ports and floating fortresses hang high in the sky, like a steel ring encircling the space gate, shimmering with cold, solemn lights.

Defensive firepower platforms, energy shield projection towers, and railgun arrays are linked together to ensure that any unknown ships attempting to approach will be reduced to cosmic dust within seconds.

The engineering department's work did not stop at structural repairs.

They began working to rebuild the ecosystem of Aegis 7—

This was originally a long and arduous task, but it was greatly accelerated by the efficient operation of the empire's machinery.

An artificial water cycle network is gradually being deployed, and atmospheric generation devices are being placed in stable crustal regions to filter, synthesize, and release breathable air.

Meanwhile, the Inquisition, in cooperation with the Engineering Department, planted several "Flowers of Purity" on the planet's surface.

These creations, imbued with a high concentration of pure spiritual energy, emit persistent radiation waves that can neutralize residual pollution and accelerate environmental purification.

Their pure white, translucent petals trembled gently in the ashes-like wind, like sacred flames adorning the barren earth.

As all of this progressed steadily, Aegis 7 was no longer just a ruined planet ravaged by the Seal of God, but was gradually being shaped into a future colony.

If the plan goes smoothly, this place will soon become the empire's new outpost, housing hundreds of millions of people and countless industrial complexes.

Meanwhile, the massive fleet "piled up" in near-Earth orbit truly conveyed the formidable stance of the Imperial Warrior Legion.

More than three thousand ships of various classes were densely packed in the void, their projections resembling countless giant ships arranged in a chaotic pattern, like a starry sea barrier forged from obsidian.

Cruisers, assault ships, attack barges, and even massive battleships all "hovered," their crests and legion insignia gleaming in the void.

Each thruster's exhaust trail traced a straight path through the dark sea of ​​stars, like torches being lit.

These ships comprised nearly half of the Imperial Warrior Legion's main warships.

It should be noted that, as a newly established legion, their expansion is far less significant than that of those long-established legions.

Compared to legions like the Word Bearers or Ultra Warriors, the Imperial Warriors are still in the construction and consolidation stage, with neither sufficient manpower nor fleet.

However, the fact that they concentrated such a massive amount of power here reveals an intention that couldn't be clearer—

They want to completely "claim" the universe where Dead Space is set.

This universe is no longer just a target for exploration, but a source for the legion's recruitment, construction, and logistical support.

They transformed this place into fertile ground to sustain themselves, serving as a solid foundation for the Empire's conquests across the multiverse.

In the center of this imposing fleet, a flagship stood like a towering dome, overwhelming all vision.

Its name is simple and solemn, consisting of only four characters in small seal script.

"The prestige of a person will last forever."

This flagship is forty kilometers long, a true marvel of steel and human will.

Its hull resembles that of an Emperor-class warship, so large that it could blot out the stars. The bow and stern extend with sharp, blade-like lines, as if to cleave the void.

Its main structure is symmetrical and rigorous, resembling a palace that stretches across the universe.

On the wings, the massive, blade-like wingspans representing the pioneers' technology slowly unfurled, radiating a cold, gleaming light, making it look more like a giant god of judgment wielding divine weapons.

The ship's surface is inlaid with countless reliefs and holy emblems, and lights dot the surface, making it look like a planetary city hanging in the dark universe.

Each deck could accommodate tens of thousands of soldiers and mechanical units, and its armory, command hall and prayer hall further showcased the magnificent aesthetics of the empire.

From afar, it resembles both a wandering temple and a giant blade traversing the universe, demonstrating the unwavering resolve of the Imperial Warriors.

The moment the Man-Mighty Fortress slowly passed through the portal, the entire Aegis 7 orbit seemed to tremble.

The massive shadow of the ship was cast across the planet's surface, like a sacred, heavy shadow, completely enveloping this desolate world under its wings.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression.

It's not just about the size and power of the ship, but also the will it represents. The iron will of the Empire and the Legion will take deep root in this universe, and there will be no room for it to be shaken.

The Aegis 7 no longer belongs to the past; its future belongs to the Empire and the Imperial Guard.

The bridge of the Renwei Yonggu is equally magnificent and solemn.

This place is both the central hub of the entire ship and a hall symbolizing the will of the legion.

The dome hangs high, its arched shape cast from a dark black alloy and inlaid with star-like points of light, as if freezing a piece of the night sky inside.

The bridge walls are covered with an array of ritual patterns composed of psionic crystals and inscribed characters. The shimmering patterns change constantly with the rhythm of energy, resonating with the ship's hull like a pulse.

Amidst this vibrant technological atmosphere, the ancient Chinese style is also deeply etched into the landscape.

Giant pillars stand tall, with golden dragon reliefs coiled around their shafts. The dragons' heads are held high, and their scales shimmer like black jade under the cold light.

The floor is made of dark alloy, but the surface is painted with intricate landscape patterns in gold paint, as if you were walking on rivers and mountains.

Each control panel is covered with vermilion wood panels inlaid with delicate patterns, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

In these comparisons, technology and tradition are no longer two separate extremes, but are seamlessly blended, forming a unique aesthetic belonging to the empire.

Cold steel and ancient civilization stand side by side, solemn and unshakable.

In the center of the bridge, a giant porthole occupies the entire wall, and through the transparent nano-alloy material, one can take in the stars and planets of the Holy Shield Galaxy.

The starlight poured in, casting a somber golden glow over this magnificent space.

Sui Meng stood there, his body as straight as iron.

The Primarch was clad in custom-made armor, its surface engraved with the emblem of the Imperial Warriors, its cold luster reflecting his resolute features.

He wasn't wearing his helmet; instead, it hung from his waist, revealing his focused and calm eyes.

At this moment, he was gazing at the distant stars, as if he could see a more distant future through that blazing flame.

During this period of time, the Earth Federation and Harmony Mining Company have not given up their spying on Aegis 7.

Every now and then, exploration ships, transport ships, and even privately contracted mining vessels would risk arriving at the area where the Ishimura wreckage was located.

They are either trying to reclaim data or attempting to seek profits in the dark.

However, without exception, they were all firmly intercepted by the Imperial Warrior fleet.

Ships that forcibly invaded were either dragged into the detention compartment or directly electronically disabled, without escaping with even a trace of signal.

Even if the survivors were captured, everything they knew was strictly kept secret.

Therefore, to date, the Earth Federation remains completely unaware of the true situation regarding Aegis 7 and the Ishimura. Presumably, while publicly stating that the investigation is ongoing, the Earth Federation is internally stuck in a stalemate.

Harmony Mining Company attempted to cover up the truth, while the federal government was hesitant to send a large-scale fleet, yet also unwilling to allow rumors to spread.

However, Sui Meng knew very well that this situation could not last long.

Every power structure has its limits of patience. One day, the Earth Federation will be forced to take large-scale action, and the existence of the Empire will inevitably be exposed.

For this reason, Sui Meng did not intend to be swayed by the situation.

He had already made his decision in his heart—

Instead of waiting for a passive revelation, it's better to take the initiative.

Only by seizing Earth and the solar system with overwhelming force and bringing them completely under the empire's control can we truly seize the initiative.

Moreover, the so-called "original" divine seal is located on Earth.

Thinking of this, Sui Meng's expression grew even colder.

The term "signature" is almost ubiquitous in the Dead Space universe, but very few people truly understand its essence.

According to information provided by my father and the intelligence department, the number of divine seals is so large that it is almost impossible to accurately count them.

They are scattered across countless planets, like seeds sown by some ancient civilization.

This point itself reveals a terrifying truth, since only those worlds with the potential to give birth to intelligent civilizations will be chosen by the divine seal.

In other words, their existence is not accidental, but rather a purposeful deployment.

The seals are not merely static relics; they are essentially catalysts.

They attract, manipulate, and even enslave intelligent life, transforming faith, suffering, and flesh into some higher-level "materials."

When enough beings sacrifice themselves under the call of the divine seal, and when the quantity of flesh and soul accumulates to a certain threshold, the divine seal will trigger an irreversible cataclysmic change—

The body will no longer be a body, but will completely transform into a "blood moon".

It was a giant organic celestial body formed from the flesh and blood of countless living beings, serving as both a sacrifice and a tool.

The appearance of a blood moon signifies the end of civilization on the entire planet, with all intelligent life becoming part of it, eternally imprisoned and consumed.

In Sui Meng's eyes, this scene was nothing short of a complete desecration.

It is not only cruel, but also a denial of human existence itself. If the divine seal is allowed to spread, the earth will inevitably fall into the same fate.

Therefore, sealing and controlling the divine seal is not only a requirement for power, but also a necessity for survival.

Sui Meng knew that only the Empire could bring those dangerous relics under control with absolute order and power; otherwise, the entire universe would become the graveyard of the Blood Moon.

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He slowly exhaled, his gaze returning to Divine Shield 7.

At this moment, that once-ruined planet is being reborn under the Empire's control.

The engineering department worked day and night to restore the ecosystem, while the legion fleet surrounded and protected it, as if it were wearing a thick steel armor.

And this is precisely a manifestation of imperial power.

The action could no longer be delayed. Both the Earth Federation's reaction and the potential threat posed by the Divine Seal forced him to take the next step sooner rather than later.

A swift and decisive victory would be the best solution.

He raised his head, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​stars, and murmured to himself:

"It's time to let them know the true human empire."

His gaze swept over every piece of equipment on the bridge, finally settling on the starlight outside the porthole, as if setting the tone for the entire strategy with a silent stare.

"Pass on my orders." Sui Meng's voice was deep, yet as powerful and resonant as iron and thunder, instantly causing the air in the entire bridge to tense up:
"The first to fourteenth companies, as part of the fleet, will accompany the flagship directly to the solar system of that universe."

The communications sergeant quickly stepped forward, his fingertips rapidly tapping on the light screen, instantly illuminating the blue runes and the screen.

The next moment, the sergeant replied in a standard, loud voice: "Father! The order has been relayed to all companies and is being carried out."

Without pausing, Sui Meng continued to issue orders: "Companies 15 to 25, proceed to your respective colony systems according to the pre-arranged plan. Be sure to integrate everything with lightning speed and ensure that the enemy is unable to organize an effective resistance."

"Yes!"

The communications sergeant responded again, his tone filled with barely suppressed passion and a chilling resolve.

At that moment, the lights throughout the bridge shone on the armor of every officer, reflecting a cold light like rows of sharp swords ready to be drawn.

Immediately afterwards, Sui Meng's gaze fell on the helmsman, his tone leaving no room for doubt:
"Open portal, target—Earth in this universe."

The helmsman immediately adjusted the instruments, his hands moving steadily on the control panel, his voice firm and resolute:
"As you command! Activate the teleportation array!"

A sudden roar erupted as the hulls on both sides of the Renwei Yonggu slowly opened, releasing twelve enormous rhomboid metal pillars, each over a kilometer long.

These metal pillars, like the scepters of ancient giants, floated in the void, each emitting a deep blue light.

Then, they quickly arranged themselves in front of the bow, precisely forming a grand matrix that maintained equidistant distances between each other.

As the energy flow intensified, blue arcs of electricity suddenly appeared in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a hexagonal light screen slowly unfolded, with a diameter of more than two hundred kilometers, as if a huge heavenly gate leading to the unknown had been opened in the depths of the universe.

The surface of the light curtain rippled with a fluid radiance, both mysterious and solemn.

"The portal is stable," the helmsman calmly reported.

"set off!"

With a wave of his hand, Sui Meng sent the Renwei Yonggu, like a giant steel beast, into the blue light.

The ship was enormous, but within the light curtain, it vanished instantly like a shadow.

Following closely behind, thousands of warships formed a tight formation and passed through the portal one by one, their bows disappearing behind the light screen.

Each time a ship entered the portal, the ordinary auxiliary soldiers held their breath and watched until the ripples on the light screen returned to normal before they could breathe quietly.

It was a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene, as if the entire fleet was crossing the barriers of the universe and marching into new territories with unstoppable force.

As the last warship disappeared into the light curtain, the twelve rhomboid metal pillars suddenly extinguished their light, slowly turning into countless tiny specks of light, which then dissipated in the void.

The grand light curtain then "collapsed," and the universe returned to darkness and silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

The remaining half of the fleet turned to their respective routes, and their warp engines ignited simultaneously.

Countless blue vortexes stretched across the void, and these ships, like sharp swords, headed straight for the target colony.

At this point, Sui Meng's strategic vision had been fully unfolded.

The Imperial Warriors' fleet, like a magnificent net stretching across the heavens and the earth, is being deployed toward the most crucial node in this universe, a campaign of both conquest and "purgation."
(End of this chapter)