Chapter 1

The vast universe is always so profound, mysterious, and immeasurable.

Over billions of years, countless brilliant civilizations have been nurtured in the boundless sea of stars, and innumerable intelligent races have taken turns on the stage of the cosmos, performing grand and magnificent epics in the river of time.

The Milky Way, the Orion Arm, the Solar System.

The ancient, unchanging black void has been filled with boundless green light clouds. The rolling light clouds, like living things, rapidly dance, twist, and spread, filling almost every inch of space within the star system at a heart-stirring speed!

These strange and terrifying light clouds are composed of countless dark green giant warships, each over ten thousand meters long, forming a tight and orderly formation. Under the command of a powerful and mysterious will, they advance steadily towards the center of the star system!

Through the thick, light green energy shields, the sturdy and heavy warships are engraved with huge dark green crescent moon symbols, surrounded by intricate and detailed patterns and some indescribable light golden symbols, exuding a strong sense of alien wisdom different from human civilization!

In the vast and magnificent sea of warships, green super fortresses the size of moons are scattered like stars, which are the renowned war beasts of the Vorotekor civilization, the flagships of the Great Caliphs! The holy war tools that make billions of intelligent races in the star sea tremble at the mention!

However, these are not the most terrifying entities. At the center of this unprecedentedly large army, sixteen deep green towers, each the size of Jupiter, with golden rainbows swirling around them, are the ultimate spiritual beliefs of trillions of Vorotekor believers, representing the ultimate destructive power of this super civilization!

The sixteen towers are arranged in a semi-circular formation, and at the top of each tower, a bright emerald star hovers, emitting countless rays of light, exerting an unimaginably terrifying pressure that almost suffocates!

The towers, surrounded by the sea of warships, move steadily and irresistibly, crushing any force that dares to obstruct their path without hesitation!

On the opposite side of this green tide of destruction, there are densely packed silver fleets, with numerous giant iron-gray celestial bodies occasionally visible.

The green and silver tides collide in countless intense battles every moment. Each confrontation stirs up brilliant and magnificent destruction, illuminating the cold and desolate dark starry sky for a long time.

As time gradually passes, the green celestial bodies command their countless fleets to advance steadily, gradually compressing the maneuvering space of the silver tide, constantly pushing towards the blue planet deep within the star system!

This is the cradle of human civilization, the supreme holy land in the hearts of trillions of individuals of this great race in the universe! Occupying this place means that the war that has lasted for over a thousand years will truly come to an end!

In the void, there is no sound, everything seems to be playing out in a silent film, but this does not affect the fierce battles of both sides! The two colored tides continuously collide, consume, and annihilate each other! Every moment, countless warships are destroyed, and an unimaginable number of lives are extinguished!

Deep within the silver tide, a vast and majestic golden sphere, radiating boundless fighting spirit, rises slowly. In a few flashes, it appears deep within the green light cloud, leaving a long vacuum trail behind. Anything within ten thousand meters of it has been reduced to dust by the terrifying energy aftereffects!

The enemy immediately responds, with three green celestial bodies converging from different directions, forcing their way towards the golden sphere!

A second later, both sides officially clash. After a brief and intense confrontation, the three celestial bodies disintegrate without a doubt. In the earth-shattering explosion, three dim figures vanish, while the golden sphere only slightly dims, continuing its relentless advance towards the center of the green tide!

Golden spheres appear one after another, and as they pass, almost nothing can hinder their offensive rhythm. Each sphere has a name that resounds like thunder: Flame Phoenix, Moonlight Guardian, Dark Sky Song, Yellow Spring Ode, Void Prohibition...

Each name represents a breathtaking legend, a brilliant and dazzling history, widely known among the billions of intelligent races in the star sea!

Their target is the sixteen grand towers at the center!

Seemingly sensing the fierce fighting spirit of the enemy, one of the green stars on a tower trembles slightly, and a fine beam of light shoots out, locking onto a golden sphere!

The beam hits the target without a doubt, and the golden sphere instantly dims, revealing the fierce and majestic mech inside. However, the smooth and sleek exterior of the mech has been melted by the terrifying high temperature, and a faint, ghastly green flame stubbornly clings to it, burning fiercely!

Several seconds later, the mech explodes, turning into a dazzling and mesmerizing firework, marking the fall of another supreme warrior of the human empire!

Since the first attack, except for the six core towers, the remaining green stars all act without mercy, mercilessly exterminating the significant enemy targets in the field! Numerous golden spheres disappear one after another!

By now, the entire battle situation is extremely clear. Anyone can see that human civilization is at the end of its rope, and total defeat is just a matter of time, and not much time at that!

Near the synchronous orbit of the blue planet.

In the grand space city, in the heavily guarded command center, the weary-looking marshal looks at the white-haired old man beside him and says hoarsely, "Is there really no hope at all?"

The old man shakes his head lightly and says, "Sir, we have done our best. If the alliance had another six months, perhaps the situation could still be salvaged. But now... the completion rate of Plan One is only 87.3%. Even if we force it to launch, its combat effectiveness is unlikely to pose a serious threat to those Golden Caliphs! As for the other plans, they are even further from completion!"

"So..."

"So, the fate of the alliance is already sealed!" The old man's words are almost coldly rational:

"We have done everything we could. If it weren't for those damned bastards, human civilization would never have fallen to such a dire situation. Now, it's too late to say anything!"

The marshal's face becomes even paler, and his gaze subconsciously shifts to a corner of the command hall. There, a tall and imposing dark golden mech stands quietly, with a prominent five-color nebula emblem engraved on its chest.

This is one of the ultimate weapons the alliance has meticulously prepared, but unfortunately, it will never have the chance to take to the skies in battle!

The old man sighs lightly and says, "Although the fate of the alliance is irreparable, the human race will not become history! In the vast universe, the seeds of human civilization have already spread across the star sea! No matter how powerful the Vorotekor civilization is, they do not have the ability to exterminate all of our people!"

The marshal's expression lightens slightly, and he says, "You're right! But without the protection of a strong alliance, the status of our people among the star sea races... will undoubtedly plummet!"

"There's nothing we can do about it!" The old man says coldly:

"All we can do now is fight for the alliance until our last breath! Of course, I will leave the legacy of the alliance, and I will not let it fall into the hands of those damned priests!"

A multicolored glow flickers in his hand, and the space slightly distorts. The mech immediately transforms into a streak of light and disappears.

Eleven hours later, the green light cloud, composed of countless warships, finally spreads to every corner of this small star system at a great cost.

In the year 3102 of the Alliance's glorious calendar, the Vorotekor race captured the human civilization's home planet, Earth, and the Star Abyss Alliance of the human world was declared extinct.

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