Chapter 619

Regarding Wokan and An Na Jin…

To be honest, Leon truly despises them from the bottom of his heart.

In the literal sense, he looks down on them.

Youth, lack of experience, the alien's overwhelming power—these are all excuses; did he and the older generation OriginalBodies never have youth?

Back then, he, along with Robert, John and others, didn't even possess Spiritual Energy, yet they managed to slay a low‑level demon using purely physical means.

One should know that at that time, a low‑level demon could easily annihilate and sacrifice humans who had just begun interstellar travel.

After reviewing the battle report submitted by Ye Lian Na (shark AI), Leon even contemplated stripping An Na Jin alive.

Those are twenty centenarian Terminator veterans, champions among the four divisions, plus six thousand Krig elites—just to let Huo Huo be lost like that?

How utterly wasteful w…

Nevertheless, Leon also understands that An Na Jin and Wokan have actually performed well, yet he just can't stand them (father absent, temper unchecked).

On what grounds can a newly arisen OriginalBody come up and obtain "everything"?

Why can they skip personally enduring poverty, hatred, and injustice, and directly enjoy the ready‑made Human Empire?

As for his arranging Midnight Lord, Shadow Moon Grey Wolf, the Human's Son and the Trapper Legion as bait, is it to let these new legions seize the chance to earn more battle merits, boosting their political standing and public influence within the Empire?

Or is it a deliberate setup for these new legions to confront the Space Death Spirit, bearing the heaviest casualties, thereby weakening their political capital inside the Empire?

All OriginalBodies participating in this war council, even Wokan and An Na Jin, will speculate based on Leon's words and demeanor.

Yet Leon's attitude, words, and even the assigned missions and strategic directives reveal no flaw whatsoever.

The Trapper Legion conducts local operations; even if Leon doesn't mention it, Sui Meng could never abandon his own sector.

Shadow Moon Grey Wolf excels at raids, the Human's Son leans toward an all‑round legion, surpassing the single‑soldier combat of Extreme Warriors, while Midnight Lord masters infiltration and decapitation; together with the front‑line assault of the Trapper Legion, they form the optimal combination.

Moreover, Leon assigned the highly mobile White Scar to patrol and conduct guerrilla actions; Glorious Iron Fist and Steel Warrior already favor constructing fortifications, making them ideal for defense.

The authority to mobilize 550,000 reservists was given to Rog because Rog is more senior and experienced.

The remaining forces are Sparta, Dark Angel, and Dark Crow Guard.

Although the Dark Crow Guard's primary task is "reconnaissance," the targets they must scout are unknown planets selected by the Red Queen, which likely harbor the Supreme King of the Space Death Spirit—truly a solitary, high‑risk undertaking.

Sparta and Dark Angel are on standby, yet while waiting they also serve as fire‑fighters; wherever support is needed, they rush in immediately to fill the gap.

Furthermore, this approach sends a signal throughout the Empire and beyond: as the war commander himself, he prefers to grant the easy battle‑merit opportunities to his brothers…

What a fine individual, right? No one can point out any flaw.

But upon close scrutiny, it's clear that the veteran legions are the real beneficiaries.

If the Supreme King of the Space Death Spirit doesn't fall for the bait and the lure fails, yet the Dark Crow Guard finds this King first, wouldn't Kelakesi become the "biggest contributor" of this war?

Or perhaps the King, to prevent the Space Death Spirit's Law Emperor, Overlord, and Lord from being wiped out by the four new legions, voluntarily takes the bait; then Sparta and Dark Angel, preserving all living forces, would also face a decisive battle with massive casualties and earn the "decisive victory" credit.

Glorious Iron Fist, tasked with defense and logistics, can preserve its strength regardless of the war's direction and, by holding 550,000 reservists, can procure additional equipment and supplies from the Empire.

In truth, as an OriginalBody, Leon harbors petty thoughts, but following his plan—both overt and covert—All legions can partake and reap corresponding battle merits and loot.

Of course, Leon hasn't forgotten the war's primary goal: to eliminate the Space Death Spirit.

Returning to the present.

When Leon ordered them to follow Taibelos, An Na Jin and Wokan merely nodded in response, saying nothing further.

After all, Leon is the war commander; aside from the Emperor, he holds supreme command in wartime, and even non‑participating legions, such as Extreme Warriors, must cooperate as much as possible.

However, a barely perceptible flash of loss and resentment crossed An Na Jin's eyes.

Even though he's underage, with OriginalBody‑level insight, An Na Jin knows Leon has labeled him a "what‑a‑waste" tag.

However, the fact was indeed like 'trash'; the assault force he led was completely wiped out except for him, so An Na Jin had no choice but to endure and stay silent, waiting for an opportunity to prove that he was not as hopeless as the war marshal thought.

Seeing the two youngest brothers with no complaints, at least on the surface there were none, Lai Ang nodded satisfactorily and then continued:

Currently, White Scar and Dark Angel, thanks to the geographical advantage, have already completed their assembly; the remaining legions, after passing through the Space Gate of the border fortress into Universe 03, will immediately act according to the plan I devised.

Legions that do not need to engage in combat, please withdraw immediately from the Trapped Warriors star zone; as for those that need to engage, immediately assist the Trapped Warriors in stabilizing the situation, and as far as possible clear the necromancer graves on the colony stars, then proceed with the lure plan.

Alright, meeting adjourned.

Having said that, Lai Ang directly ended the holographic projection.

Next were John, Rog, and Kelakesi; then the remaining OriginalBody newcomers looked at each other, and finally each of their holographic projections dissipated one by one.

However, the vast majority of the OriginalBody newcomers did not notice that Helusi had a moment where he wanted to speak but stopped, but it was quickly covered up.

The meeting ended.

As the central console returned to normal, Sui Meng was no longer motionless like a statue; he called up more battle reports and data, displaying them on the central console for review.

However, this OriginalBody whose combat power is top-tier was thinking about how to assign which sectors and planets the divisions would be responsible for, while also pondering the details of the meeting.

He shared deep feelings with the newcomer OriginalBodies, just like the earliest batch of OriginalBodies such as Robert, John, Lai Ang, etc., sharing a common childhood and receiving personal instruction from their father, Rebecca, and Alekseya.

Sui Meng happened to stand opposite Helusi, which also meant he was the first, and the only one, to notice Helusi's fleeting microexpression.

Just like the iron brothers relationship between John and Robert, Sui Meng and Helusi were the same; he knew Helusi originally wanted to speak up to cheer everyone up, letting the brothers (the newcomers) not worry and do well, but upon second thought, Helusi felt saying such things was inappropriate.

After all, Lai Ang's attitude was there.

After a brief silence, Sui Meng issued a command to Ban Zhao, who stood silently at the corner of the central console:

"Notify the divisions with territories and colonies to hold their positions; support is already on the way. Also, notify the 45th, 46th, and 47th Divisions to form a temporary fleet heading to Sector 012, ensuring they arrive within half an Earth day. Notify the 52nd, 58th, and 59th Divisions…"

"..."

After issuing instructions for nearly five minutes straight, Sui Meng then shifted his gaze to Ban Zhao and continued:

"Help me notify Sui Wu: the situation at Caron Tower has stabilized; let him and his 36th Division act together with the Man-Eater Shark Division. Also, let Sui Wu as much as possible heed the advice of the two newcomer OriginalBodies; the most important thing is to cooperate with them as much as possible."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Ban Zhao immediately conveyed the order to the 36th Division.

Not long after, Ban Zhao replied to Sui Meng: "Commander, Sui Wu's division commander is asking for the reason, after all, the war marshal's order was for the OriginalBodies An Na Jin and Wokan to obey the Man-Eater Shark's command."

"After all, they're young people; they might come up with some interesting ideas." Saying that, Sui Meng added another sentence: "Tell him, what I said is not a suggestion, but an order."

"Yes."

Ban Zhao continues to convey the OriginalBody's orders.

As for why Sui Meng does this, it is simply because he feels the two youngest brothers need care…

That's all, nothing more.

As an OriginalBody, although his political sphere may be weaker than Robert and Helusi, he is far stronger than ordinary people, and Sui Meng knows this move can win the favor of An Na Jin and Wokan.

Imagine: just now he was publicly mocked by an older brother he had never met, and another older brother known for his aloofness privately grants sufficient trust (some command authority), especially when the person is still a minor; the affection and reliance would skyrocket.

However, Sui Meng is not doing this to strengthen ties with the OriginalBody; caring for his brother's emotions is one side, and the other is to express some dissatisfaction toward the war commander.

"Ban Zhao." Thinking of this, Sui Meng asked, "The planet with the most severe battle situation right now is Pastoral Song; if we build a model based on Pastoral Song and apply it to the entire star sector, and continue for one Earth month…

…how many of our legion remain?"

The Trappers have existed for less than a hundred years, but they and all newly formed legions caught up with the founding of the Human Empire and the era of ultra‑fast technological and economic development, so their scale also expanded rapidly.

Excluding those still undergoing trials in other universes or summoned reservists, the Trappers now have 144 official battalions, each with about 500‑700 Trappers, meaning the entire legion has nearly one hundred thousand Astate members.

Normally, each Astate has 5‑7 support troops, and each battalion also fields a support assault brigade of 3,000‑5,000 people; the Trappers are no exception, so the legion's support troops total about 570,000.

Of course, each battalion includes not only Astates and support troops but also a sizable number of marines, HellParatroopers, engineering units (oil techs), technicians, crew and ground staff, and so on.

Thus the total personnel of a legion's battalions ranges from 700,000 to 1.7 million.

And each colony and each star domain's Imperial army, navy, marine corps, and Kridug are considered subsidiary units; although expenses are regulated by the legion, they are only directly incorporated during wartime.

More often, the wealth of these subsidiary units depends on local economic conditions; regardless, for any legion, the personnel scale of subsidiary units is always counted in the hundreds of millions.

As soon as Sui Meng finished speaking, Ban Zhao answered, "The remaining Astate count is 11,742, the remaining support troops are 91,445; these figures are derived from the Pastoral Song mathematical model, with a large margin of error.

If we apply the numbers to the entire battalions and subsidiary units…"

"No need to say more." Sui Meng raised his hand and cut off Ban Zhao's report.

11,742,

91,445,

that would reduce the legion's combat power by about 85 %.

Even using the worst‑case Pastoral Song model, if we calculate the worst outcome, the Trappers would certainly suffer a massive loss of vitality.

With the Midnight Lord, Shadow Moon Grey Wolf, and the Children of Humanity fighting together?

At most it only ensures the result won't shrink to that extreme 85 % outcome.

Thinking that his "offspring" would die in the tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, Sui Meng's already cold face grew even gloomier.

Everyone understands the logic: the Trappers cannot, nor may they, leave their own star sector, and they must also be responsible for the lure plan; these are all very correct decisions.

It's just that this gloomy, displeased feeling is not entirely directed at the war commander, but stems from the inevitable casualties.

After a brief pause, Sui Meng's expression returned to normal; he then raised his right hand, reclaimed the Blood Dragon Blade, and instantly activated short‑range teleportation.

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Watching the dissipating light sphere, even without saying a word, Ban Zhao understood that the OriginalBody was preparing to pour its fury onto the soulless Space Death Spirit.

Next.

Everything proceeded as Leon had planned: after passing through the Space Gate, the three main legions—the Midnight Lord, Shadow Moon Grey Wolf, and Children of Humanity—were directly scattered throughout the Trappers' star sector.

Glory Iron Fist and Steel Warrior used their proud engineering division to begin construction at strategic points on the edge of the star sector.

White Scar is "cruising", Dark Crow Guard is "searching", Sparta and Dark Angel are on standby in the Solar System of the Zero Three Universe and the Orion arm range, ensuring that while acting as firefighters they also guard against Space Death Spirits rushing toward Zero Three Earth (the capital of the universe).

Everything appears orderly.

Meanwhile…

Within the other dimension…

"Woo—woo—~!"

"Hoo——~!"

The wailing cries here are best described as ghostly howls; it's unclear whether it's the wind or other‑dimensional beings lamenting.

The sky here is "bright", yet the horizon emits a seductive pale violet glow.

And an island of roughly 660,000 km² sits in the middle of a lake that also reflects deep violet, its surface dotted with numerous "artistic" palaces, gardens, and other lavish structures.

Just by its style, one can guess this is a great demon domain linked to lewdness, or a "wild" demon realm favoring extreme emotions and desires.

However…

The earlier wailing did not stem from those flesh‑tearing, extreme lust, or nail‑piercing activities; its true source seems to be the domain's masters, trembling uncontrollably out of fear of something.

Zoom in.

Entering this bizarrely decadent garden, countless demons, succubi and other other‑dimensional beings can be seen fleeing in a frenzy.

Pursuing them are a group of "gray hulks" clad in Holy Shield Terminators, and a man of ordinary height…

"Macho man."

(End of chapter)