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Chapter 2104 Current situation

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Within just a single week, a venerable and time-honored Millennial Empire, one that had stood for countless generations, trembled violently at the sheer scale of devastation that had befallen it.

By the moment the Law Dominators and Royal Soul Masters were compelled to pause-worn down from the relentless barrage of destruction, weighed under the crushing accumulation of negative karma, and needing crucial time to recharge their energy hubs and arrays-the once-mighty Millennial Empire had effectively ceased to exist.

Its most famous and strategically significant 100 planets lay in ruins, either completely obliterated or severely damaged. The Millennial Emperor of that empire, realizing the imminent danger, resorted to borrowing planetary displacement equipment from every available allied force and used it to transport dozens of other key planets in a haphazard, scattered fashion, desperately attempting to save what could be saved.

These were planets that had been painstakingly refined by the elite members of the empire.

Indeed, the catastrophic destruction of the empire's top 100 planets wreaked havoc on countless individuals, inflicting world-shattering calamities and severely harming several Nexus States, yet the Millennial Emperor himself emerged untouched.

The reasoning was deceptively simple: refining a small, remote planet can provide the same long-term benefits of immortality as refining a massive, central planet. For this reason, the most powerful and high-ranking individuals habitually chose to refine a small, distant, or even uninhabited world, concealing it meticulously far from prying eyes, under the vigilant watch of specialized arrays or intense protective measures, so that very few could ever know it belonged to their empire.

With this, the empire became the third Millennial Empire to be effectively destroyed and forced to displace its leadership. The first had been Hedrick's Crumbled Dreams Empire, and the second had fallen centuries ago at the hands of the Cursed Behemoth's army upon its first entry into the sector.

The remaining four empires refused to wait idly to measure their losses. During the recovery period of Lord Damir and his brothers, the Big Six deployed every displacement device at their disposal to randomly scatter their critical planets across vast stretches of space, attempting to prevent a fourth devastating strike from occurring.

Yet, displacement equipment was limited, and the number of planets vast- making the task monumental and fraught with risk.

Several months of intense recovery, absorption of primal energy, and reconstruction of soul units passed. Then, Lord Damir and his brothers resumed their offensive against the Millennial Empires, each striking a single planet simultaneously, in perfect coordination.

This time, they had successfully reconnected with the 400 fleeing fleets.

Lord Damir issued precise orders, commanding them to strike randomly across all sector points, prioritizing destruction first and plunder second. The remaining fleets no longer constituted numbers worth protecting, especially as every surviving ship had already sustained damage.

The campaign had evolved beyond a mere struggle for resources-it had become a war of vengeance, a calculated effort to impose the greatest possible losses on the sector responsible for past atrocities, mirroring the suffering they had endured themselves.

And so it transpired.

Current Location- Shather Planet

Shathr, although also a hidden refuge known to only a select few, had become the staging ground for strategic gatherings, its fortifications rendering it nearly impervious to attack. Even if Lord Damir and his brothers discovered it, destroying it would not be straightforward. At the very least, the defenses would provide time to activate critical displacement equipment and mount a proper response.

"Damir and his brothers' rampage must be stopped immediately," muttered one of the Big Six, his gaze fixed on the star map with visible tension and agitation. "If we fail to intervene-"

Hmmmmm

At that precise moment, a peculiar sound emanated from the surrounding forces, a low hum that carried an unmistakable note of satisfaction and energy, as if the troops themselves were quietly celebrating an unseen victory.

"... Has someone officially become a Law Dominator within Sector 101?!"

One of the Six Emperors furrowed his brow in astonishment.

"...I hope they are truly an ally, not another enemy." Another exhaled heavily, a weight of frustration in his voice. "This situation has grown unbearable. Every passing moment, every delay, is eating away at any chance of stability."

"I can no longer expect anything remotely positive after all that has happened..." said a third, shaking his head slowly as his gaze returned to the glowing star map before them. "Let's simply consider them the thirty-first. That is the easiest way to carry on with our work. Frankly, it's not as if anything significant will change either way."

"What exactly is our work now?" another voice demanded, frustration rising. "Why are we even convening today? The war, by all measures, is theoretically over. The Savage Behemoth fleet has withdrawn entirely, and the Cursed Behemoth's forces have been obliterated. What remained of the Cursed Behemoth fleet no longer dares to gather in one place after the devastating strikes by Note-4 fleet. And yet... why-" He slammed his hand on the star map with force, leaving a faint echo reverberating through the hall. "Why are we still suffering as though we were the losers, while our enemies lie shattered?!"

"If Lord Hedrick were present..." spoke a third, his figure projected as a luminous light form, though the signs of illness were painfully clear on his features.

"What would he do, really?!" another shouted, voice echoing against the high walls. "What advantage does he possess that we ourselves do not?"

"At the very least, he could lead an offensive against Lord Damir and his elder brothers once we know where they appear," said another, eyes lowered in reluctant acknowledgment. "I hate admitting it, but only he could extract a result in confronting them using the Path of Destruction..."

The others ground their teeth at the admission, a bitter taste of truth clinging to their words. Three of their number had already been struck, their forces reduced. The remaining three had yet to even initiate a single engagement.

Even in a one-on-one scenario, facing the heirs of the Behemoths, armed with the most advanced weapons, cursed arrays, and formidable technology, the best outcome they could hope for was to delay their opponent or escape.

To kill or seriously wound them? That was simply beyond the realm of possibility.

"There is something more crucial he could do-direct communication with Lord Robin," the luminous projection continued, speaking with a weighty seriousness. "Wouldn't such action help? If Lord Hedrick were to give Lord Robin explicit orders for the Shadow Swords or the Note fleet to act in a more concentrated, aggressive manner, I believe the situation would calm significantly... You yourselves have witnessed what they accomplished the moment they decided the military base needed to be removed."

"..." The remaining five Emperors exchanged glances filled with helplessness and

frustration.

The Alliance had almost entrely disintegrated... the massive fleet that once numbered twelve thousand five hundred ships had dwindled to less than two thousand, all damaged, weakened, or barely operational.

Essentially, they had become nothing more than the personal forces of the Big

Six and what Hedrick could spare.

The rest had retreated to safeguard themselves, and some had even fled toward Mid Sector 100 in desperation.

After the crushing disappointment caused by the combined might of the Shadow Swords and Note-4 armada, destroying the military base and unleashing relentless, indiscriminate attacks-no one in the Alliance celebrated.

Most had lost any remaining hope of resolving the crisis and decided on

cautious withdrawal.

Every member was furious at the unfolding events. They had hoped for a

resolution, a chance to expel the invaders, yet the Shadow Swords had instead

asserted their presence even more forcefully, frustrating even the Big Six

themselves.

And yet... no one could deny the sheer power, precision, and ruthless efficiency

displayed that day.

The coordination between the Shadow Swords and Note-4 armada was

nothing short of lethal.

Despite having no Overlords, and not a single fleet having achieved Nexus State, they had executed operations flawlessly. They didn't need it-their method, timing, and calculated strikes were already overwhelming. The problem, however, lay in their uncontrollable autonomy. They had no allegiance to anyone but their orders comming from above, they wouldn't

listen to the Big Six even if they begged.

Baa!

The heavy gates of the throne hall slammed open with a resonant force, and a

figure entered, eyes wide with intensity, pupils reflecting the dim light. "We've just learned that Lady Helen has breached the Seventh Realm. She has ascended as Monarch of the Ashification Law, and she's now heading directly toward Lord Damir. She appears... extremely angry for some reason."

"...What?"

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