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Chapter 2102 Daylight robbery

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< My honor and sector 106 are one and the same. >

That simple declaration, short in words yet overwhelming in meaning, sent a cold shiver through the hearts of everyone who heard it.

The Savage Behemoth had not claimed that he would defend the weak. He had not spoken about justice, righteousness, or protecting the balance of the universe. Those were the kinds of noble but distant words that many rulers used to justify their wars.

Instead, he spoke of something far more personal.

Honor.

He had directly tied the occupation of the neighboring sector to the loss of his own honor.

If sector 106 were to fall... then his honor would fall with it.

To a being like the Savage Behemoth, that was not merely a political statement. It was a declaration that he would stake everything on this conflict.

The meaning behind his words was unmistakable.

He intended to fight to the death.

The moment that declaration spread through the countless communication networks of the surrounding sectors, the situation exploded.

Battles ignited across the eight threatened sectors almost simultaneously. Fleets mobilized, borders closed, and massive armies began moving through

the void.

Among all these battlefields, the most violent clashes erupted in sectors 106 and 114, where the conflict rapidly escalated into wars of enormous scale.

The intensity of those battles soon began to rival what had once taken place in the Mid sector 101, the battlefield that had already become infamous across the universe.

Naturally, these sudden changes also had a direct and immediate effect on the situation within the Mid sector 101 itself.

The Savage Behemoth withdrew every force he still had stationed there.

Nearly two thousand fleets began departing together in a massive armada. At their head stood more than twenty Law Dominators and Royal Soul Masters who had reached the level of seven stars or higher.

It was an extremely powerful force, one that could devastate entire regions if unleashed without restraint.

All of them turned away from sector 101 and began moving across the borders.

Their objective was not hidden.

First they would cross into the Mid sector 102.

From there they would advance through sectors 103 and 104, pass through their homeland within the Mid sector 105, and finally reach the new battlefield that awaited them in the Mid sector 106.

The journey alone would take many years.

More importantly, it required an enormous logistical foundation.

An armada of two thousand fleets could not simply travel across multiple sectors without supplies. Their ships required constant maintenance. Their soldiers needed food and energy. Their weapons and cultivation required vast quantities of Pearls and refined energy cores.

Without such resources, even the strongest army would eventually collapse.

For that reason, it was almost certain that the armada would raid the sectors they passed through, seizing everything they needed along the way. Pearls.

Energy essence.

Fleet repairs.

Fuel.

Food.

Every form of supply necessary to keep their war machine moving.

And the first sectors lying in their path were 102 and 103.

The moment this reality became clear, the reaction of the accursed Behemoth was immediate.

He did not hesitate.

Without even pausing to consider the situation further, he abandoned everything in the Mid sector 101 and immediately began returning toward his own galaxy.

He did not continue the process of rebuilding and recharging the cursed arrays he had left behind.

He did not even allow himself time to dwell on the deep hatred he carried toward Kaylis, nor on the humiliation she had inflicted by destroying every space portal and defensive array across the planets of her galaxy in order to deny him their use.

Those acts had effectively erased the strategic advantages he had hoped to

exploit.

Yet even that did not slow him down.

He also ignored the fact that many of his sons and the remnants of his army still required protection.

Instead, he simply gathered ten of his sons and left.

Behind him, he left thirty First and Second Row Scions to maintain control over the remaining fleets. Their duty was to guard what remained of the armada and to continue gathering the resources necessary for their eventual escape from the sector, just as their original plan had required.

But there was one thing the accursed Behemoth would never tolerate. He would not allow the Savage Behemoth, who had abandoned him in the middle of their war, to move freely through his territories without supervision. Even if the Destroyer Behemoth's campaign was unfolding far away from him, the movement of the Savage Behemoth's armies through neighboring sectors was a direct threat he could not ignore.

And so, as these enormous cosmic forces shifted across the stars, Lord Damir suddenly found himself trapped once again within the Mid sector 101.

His father had left.

The army under his command was small.

Their reserves of resources were dangerously limited.

In many ways, the situation seemed worse than before.

Yet in other ways, it was actually slightly better.

The number of brothers surrounding him had increased.

Previously he had only twenty.

Now there were thirty.

Those ten additional brothers represented a difference as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.

Each one of them was a powerful figure capable of commanding fleets and halting entire armadas through sheer personal strength. With them present, Lord Damir possessed a much stronger defensive core than he had before.

The second advantage lay with his enemies.

The alliance army was no longer the confident and unified force it had once been.

Their morale had been shattered by Lord Damir's father when he stood alone before their vast army and fought them without retreating.

That scene had left a lasting psychological wound.

Many factions within the alliance had already withdrawn completely from the war.

Others remained, but they were cautious to the point of fear.

They worried constantly about losing their fleets and resources.

No commander wished to be the one placed on the front lines. No one wanted to be the sacrifice chosen for the next disastrous battle. Thus the once mighty alliance had become hesitant and fragmented.

Under these strange circumstances, Lord Damir found himself in a dangerous

but manageable position.

He was inside a hostile and unfamiliar environment.

He commanded an army that desperately needed resources.

Most of his brothers were Royal Soul Masters whose power required increasing amounts of emerald and TIME.

Without those resources, their power would stagnate.

And stagnation in such a brutal war meant death.

Faced with these realities, Lord Damir adopted a straightforward strategy.

If the sector refused to provide the resources he needed willingly...

Then he would simply take them.

And so he chose a path that many rulers would consider disgraceful.

The path of bandtry.

He had exhausted almost every remaining resource at his disposal, pouring them into the construction and reinforcement of the military base he occupied.

Every structure, every defensive array, and every support mechanism was strengthened to withstand prolonged siege.

The remaining thousand fleets under his command were strategically positioned within the base itself, always on high alert, never to leave its protective perimeter under any circumstances.

He and his brothers, however, operated in precise rotations-ten at a time- venturing out for raids against the scattered forces of Mid sector 101.

Their missions were clear: destroy enemy positions, seize their resources, and return to the base before reinforcements could intervene.

Each sortie was executed with ruthless precision, striking unpredictably and vanishing before any organized response could be mounted.

This situation quickly became a nightmare that gripped everyone, from the greatest commanders to the smallest units. Ten Law Dominators were constantly on the hunt, operating like living predators, relentless and unyielding.

There was no army whose movements could be tracked or predicted; no one, not even the Shadow Swords, could anticipate or intervene effectively. Every outcome was left entirely to chance, and yet the chaos played perfectly into the hands of the Great Truth Chosen and his Dominators. Nearly every day, dozens of planets were subjected to raids aimed at plunder and total destruction. The timing of these strikes was never predictable, and the nature of the attacks was entirely random. Even the poorest or neutral commercial planets were targeted, for in the eyes of the Dominators, no one in Mid sector 101 remained innocent. They were all considered part of the enemy, all liable to punishment.

The Big Six could only watch in despair as the destruction spread like a wildfire throughout the sector.

Even the wounded among them spent sleepless nights clenching their fists in frustration, hatred, and regret, powerless to intervene. Just a few years earlier, an entire fleet moving as a unified force could have been threatened, besieged, or repelled, but now, they could only hear reports: this planet destroyed, that fleet annihilated, and there was nothing they could do.

Daily cries for help poured in from countless planets, yet the Big Six were constrained, unable to respond effectively. At the same time, they attempted to regroup the remnants of the alliance to launch a counter-raid against the military base.

But this effort yielded only 4,000 fleets, a fraction of what was required, mostly comprised of units whose home planets had already suffered under the indiscriminate attacks. The rest of the alliance, paralyzed by fear, retreated to defend only their most critical capitals.

Despite these limitations, three of the Big Six took command of the 4,000 fleets and pressed toward the fortified base. A new confrontation emerged, but it was not the grand, epic clashes of legend that had destroyed hundreds of fleets in a single moment. This was a drawn-out siege, methodical and cautious.

The alliance dared not approach the base directly, for it was heavily fortified: a thousand fleets within, supported by twenty Law Dominators, while the attackers had only 4,000 fleets and three Law Dominators. Instead, they confined themselves to long-range bombardment, attempting either to destroy the arrays outright or at least to wear them down to force the defenders to engage on their terms.

Yet this strategy introduced a critical problem. Constant attacks on the arrays forced them to expend enormous amounts of energy, compelling the Law Dominators within to continuously secure new power sources to sustain their operation. Rather than diminishing their capacity, the siege only heightened the vigilance and efficiency of the defenders.

As a result, both the frequency and ferocity of daily attacks across the sector intensified, plunging Mid sector 101 into an escalating cycle of violence.

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