Chapter 343: Shield World Giant Beasts and Ten Thousand

Ancient Sage relic…

"There, the orc heavy forces are gathering; before reinforcements arrive, I will be caught off guard by a sudden attack, but…" Robert turned his head to look down at Yifuleini and asked: "Before this, I want to know the characteristics of this Ancient Sage race, and what type of relic it is, at least so we can prepare in advance."

After the words fell, the icy-faced Leon and the equally indifferent NuoWa, as well as everyone present, all turned their gazes to Yifuleini.

"Of course." Yifuleini nodded eagerly, and using somewhat unfamiliar but already fluent human language to express her thoughts and intentions, she described:

"I cannot see the past of the Ancient Sages nor their appearance, but I know they were once the maintainers of galactic order, and to fight against evil gods and demons they willingly sacrificed themselves, gaining a certain respite for all galactic life."

As for the relic… it is my word choice that is inaccurate; precisely speaking, it should be a kind of large ruin, expressed in the units you humans commonly use, it is a metal planet with a diameter of as much as seven thousand kilometers.

Maintainers…

Metal planet…

After hearing Yifuleini's account, the scene fell into a silence.

The various characteristics of the Ancient Sages and the ruins clearly indicate they are administrators who have disappeared for tens of millions of years, and the administrators left for humanity, storing various "ceiling" technologies, are shield worlds.

Besides Yifuleini this "outsider", everyone present has sufficient clearance to access most classified files, naturally also understanding the "inheritance" relationship between humanity and the administrators.

However, what makes the atmosphere even more solemn is that the source of this green-skinned orc uprising is actually related to the administrators and shield worlds?

As for the credibility of Yifuleini's words…

It is fairly reliable.

Over this past month of warfare, Yifuleini not only provided detailed intelligence on the orc empire, she also used her prophetic ability to offer many suggestions, dealing heavy blows to multiple orc fleets.

Thus, even Leon, who does not particularly like the Weilin tribe and even has some resistance, has become more courteous toward Yifuleini.

After all, having lost their fleets and their home planet, they have no choice but to rely on humanity; following Yifuleini's words, her father Feiersuosi ordered his people to cooperate as much as possible with the expeditionary force against their common enemy.

Having lost their fleets and their home planet, they have only this single option of relying on humanity.

After a month of adjustment, plus their recognition of human societal values, beliefs, and concepts, the Aotinuo people are also willing to actively cooperate.

Silence for a moment.

"Any problems?" Sensing the emotional fluctuations of the crowd, Yifuleini looked somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing." Robert shook his head in reply: "Thank you for the information; I will make corresponding deployments when launching a full-scale purge of the orc empire."

Saying that, Robert turned to the "little sister" opposite him and instructed: "NuoWa, you and that child named Sarah Kerrigan, temporarily transfer to the DawnGuardian."

"No problem." NuoWa nodded in response, and habitually raised her hand, tidying the somewhat obstructive side bangs.

"Leon." Robert then looked at his brother: "I need you to lead the Dark Angel to the 145 star system for defense."

"Okay."

"General Victor…"

Afterwards, Robert continued issuing orders, ensuring that before the reinforcements led by Shengjilesi, Kelakesi, and Angelong arrive, the front line facing the green-skinned empire will not suffer any mistakes.

During this period, Yifuleini's gaze toward Robert revealed undisguised appreciation and approval.

Influenced by her ancestor father, the Aotinuo people, compared to the other "peaceful farming" Weilin tribe, are more martial, which enables them to quickly adapt to humans who are equally "abounding in martial virtue."

And previously, Robert's lightning-fast slaying of the orc chieftain, even though Yifuleini had already "watched" this scene in her prophetic visions, still brought her a strong visual impact in reality, and also let her more directly feel how powerful the eldest son of the human leader truly is.

After another month of observation, Yifuleini also discovered that Robert is not merely a warrior; in commanding troops, deploying, and allocating resources, he has reached the utmost…

Indeed, following the prophecy to rely on humanity is the best choice for preserving their race.

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Nine Earth days later.

October 26, 2112.

In the star system with temporary designation 179…

Excluding the star at the center, whose mass and volume are both less than the sun, this star system has a total of ninety-six planets and dwarf planets.

Correct, it is ninety-six.

In ordinary star systems, the star's mass usually accounts for over ninety percent of the system's total mass; for example, the sun's mass accounts for 98.86% of the solar system's total mass, and it is precisely because of such enormous mass that it can firmly control the surrounding planets.

However, this star system is quite abnormal

Clearly the star's mass is less than the sun's, yet it can "control" a scale more than twelve times that of the solar system.

If in a "planar top-down view"……

Then it is not difficult to discover that these ninety-six planets and dwarf planets actually gather in the same orbit of this star system, fundamentally not layered or graded by different masses.

Moreover, most of these planets are "scrap metal" with diameters between seventy-five and one hundred fifty kilometers, namely the most representative warships of the green-skinned orcs, battle moons.

However, four of them have diameters reaching an astonishing two thousand kilometers, their exteriors mixed with metal and soil, and they even possess thick atmospheres; this……

Seems no longer suitable to be described as battle moons; it should be called battle planets instead.

And, surrounded by battle moons and battle planets, located in the core region, the surface features blue oceans and green forests, appearing as a normal "earth-like planet," yet compared to the surroundings it appears anomalous.

But if one sees the giant metal gates at the planet's south and north poles that lead to the inner world, one would not feel it is so "normal."

In fact, the true identity of this planet is the "Ancient Sage ruins" mentioned by Yifuleini nine days ago, namely one of the many "assets" left by the administrator civilization for humanity.

However, for unknown reasons, this shield world has triggered the green tide in this star sector, and furthermore, the orcs have taken this shield world as their capital…

Even though they do not understand the operating principles of the shield world, nor have they the permission to use and operate it, nor can they delve into the inner world to investigate, they still have deep affection for it.

After all, they were born from the soil of the shield world's surface; here, is the "nurturing" mother star.

As for the other earth-like planets in the star system, as well as the gaseous and icy giants that have vanished, the reason is that the orcs have taken them as building materials, dismantled and reassembled them, to produce one after another absurdly huge celestial-level battle moons and planets.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of dilapidated warships are anchored in this cosmic region, while the immeasurable number of fighter and transport aircraft shuttle between the fleets, cooperating with battle moons and battle planets to protect the shield world "impenetrably."

Shield world surface.

Equatorial position…

"Waaagh～！Waaagh～！WuHa～WuHa～！～～～！！

Resonating with a unified rhythm, heavy metal rock.

Thud… thud…

Even the tiny stones and sand grains on the ground jumped along with the rhythm, and at the same time a faintly visible shockwave kept being released.

In the equatorial forest lay a city—or rather a tribe—in a "wasteland" style, unprecedented in scale, filled with countless metal buildings and houses utterly lacking any plan.

Starlight poured onto the land, and also fell upon the tribal buildings, as well as the green‑skinned beastmen whose heads gleamed brightly.

These muscular men, averaging 2.5 meters tall, were belting out songs, using nearby objects, weapons and vehicles as drum kits to play together a "pleasant" rock.

At the tribe's center.

Inside a hall with an arched roof, leaky and unable to keep out the rain.

"Gurgle~! Gurgle~! Ah~! Refreshing!!"

"Belch~!!"

"Hahaha! Me too… belch~!!"

Twenty‑five hulking orc chieftains formed a circle, sat on the ground, grabbed oversized broken cups, and gulped down a liquor with an indescribable taste, utterly murky "liquor"…

Even if it's liquor.

While drinking, laughing, and also picking up "snacks" and stuffing them into their mouths.

But these snacks, each trembling and wanting to flee yet unable to move, could only lie limp on the table—mere goblin‑sized creatures about a meter tall.

Only then did a chieftain even more muscular than the rest—muscles bulging, face full of jowls—casually snatch a goblin, ignore its pleas and howls, and toss it into his mouth…

"Crack‑crack… crack‑crack…" crisp.

Although we don't know the texture, the sound of that chieftain chewing is like a human eating cucumbers or radishes.

It sounds appetizing.

But it looks disgusting.

And this chieftain, unlike the others, is the war beast that defeated all the other chieftains and united the entire orc tribe.

Its battered armor is etched with countless vertical lines, seemingly representing the foes it has slain.

"Belch~!" At that moment, one of the chieftains let out a loud belch, set down his cup, raised his left hand to scratch his shiny bald head, and looked at the beast doubtfully:

"Ulan Big Brother, why did you suddenly call us back? Just to drink and eat these stupid, pathetic fart sprites?"

Speaking, the chieftain also lowered his left hand, flicked a goblin‑fart sprite off the table, so that the poor snack didn't even get to scream before it went "splat" and turned into a puddle of meat that slid down the wall.

"Yeah, Big Brother, we haven't had enough fighting yet!" another chieftain chimed in.

"What the hell?!" The war beast named Ulan leaned forward, surveyed all the chieftains present, also released Psychic Pressure, and, using a low voice strained with anger, said: "Which is more important—my orders or fighting?!"

"…"

Upon hearing that, the chieftains instantly dared not take a big breath, each becoming even more timid than a fart sprite.

Seeing this, Ulan stopped releasing the pressure, letting the hall's oppressive atmosphere ease a bit, then tossed a fart sprite into his mouth, chewed twice and swallowed, before explaining to the chieftains:

"Calling you back is because I feel those puny little guys will cause trouble for our home."

Puny little guys…

Among the green‑skinned beastmen, "puny little guys" is the collective term for the entire Vermin lineage; know that their shortest height is over 2.5 meters, while the chieftains exceed seven meters, and as for fart sprites, goblins and some little brats, they are regarded merely as snacks, tools and toys, not counted.

Now the label "puny little guys" has been slapped onto humanity, after all the vast majority of humans still fall short of the Astate's stature.

"Come on! Hahaha, I'm itching for a fight and hungry for a bite!" one chieftain said unconcernedly.

"Mm‑hm." The other chieftains nodded in agreement.

"…" Ulan was somewhat speechless.

But just as it said earlier, it's a "feeling" that humans will cause trouble, and this feeling is extremely strong, so it recalled more than half of the chieftains and the fleet; as for the exact reason, it simply cannot explain it.

?

Just then, Ulan seemed to sense something, rose and left the hall, passing through a door about to bump his forehead, stepped outside, and gazed up at the clear, cloud‑less sky.

The chieftains also followed behind Ulan, learning to "appreciate" the sky.

At this moment, the sector where the Shield World lay was "calm and still," but after waiting more than ten seconds…

"Swish—​—swish—​—!"

A large number of vortex exits spewing blue light outward surged forth, along with an equal number of human warships.

Roughly estimated, this fleet consists of at least ten thousand plus warships of various classes.

At the fleet's center are four thousand capital ships from the Extreme Star Zone; to the left and right are over five thousand ships each from the Musan and Angelia Star Zones.

Moreover, the Extreme, Clear‑Hindrance, Dark, and Holy Blood Angel legions are also mixed into the fleet.

"Ri~… whoosh——boom——boom!"

As the fleet shot out of the Rift Space, taking advantage of the orcs' still‑unreacting state, it unleashed a salvo of its main guns.

Ten thousand ships fired in unison.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of neat, straight blue trajectories tore through deep space; even with a "Waaagh" stance, they dealt heavy damage to the orcs' front‑line ramshackle warships and even to the outermost battle moons.

Not only that.

While the fleet's main guns fired in unison, it also accelerated its charge and intermittently unleashed salvoes of 5200 mm and 4400 mm plasma or laser secondary cannons, instantly bringing forth a dense mass of huge blue‑light gun batteries and equally straight, bright‑red high‑energy beams.

"Boom—​—boom—​—!"

The unexpected "flash," combined with the simultaneous main‑ and secondary‑gun barrage, caught the orcs off guard—not only inflicting severe losses but also plunging them into extreme chaos, unsure whether to turn and engage the humans or to retreat first.

Warships and fighters were either shattered by tungsten‑steel slugs or vaporized by the gun blasts and beams; moreover, the twelve outermost battle moons suffered a brutal concentrated attack from the human fleet, exploding violently after only a brief moment, their fireballs lighting up the entire sector.

And why would humans ever agree to a cease‑fire? Naturally they kept charging, letting all kinds of artillery pound continuously while also opening their launch bays to unleash a missile barrage that cannot be estimated or counted.

This time, taking advantage of the chaos, the incoming missile barrage shifted its concentrated fire onto two battle planets…

Approaching…

Intercepting…

Successfully "pierced through," and then……

Boom——————!

The sun rises.

(End of chapter)