Chapter 77: The War That Never Stops

The commander, embarrassed by his mistake, let out a booming voice that instantly reverberated through the silent fortress.

The soldiers hiding, afraid of attracting the Tyran's attention, were startled and all looked up at the commander.

Their faces first displayed terror at the thought of drawing the Tyran's attention, then, after processing the meaning of those words, were instantly replaced by a frozen expression.

Then a group of people stared blankly, and the scattered crowd that had been crouching on the ground rose to their feet.

At the same time, countless eyes turned toward the window that had terrified them for a long time.

But their sight was so limited that, apart from glimpsing the endless Insect Tide through a few cracks, they could not see any Imperial Troops that had been cut down.

Yet the defenders were not entirely dismissive; after all, through the Insect Tide, the battle cruiser that was crushing the biological titan was kicking up a conspicuous cloud of thick smoke.

It wasn't until the commander in front stared blankly for a while, his chest visibly rising a few times as if encouraging himself, that he suddenly thrust his whole body forward, directing his gaze straight at the base of the fortress's towering wall, and only then did everyone's eyes snap back, focusing tightly on the commander.

The commander, who had previously trembled at the mere thought of looking outward, now, after thrusting his body forward, not only did not tremble, but also paid no heed to the Tyran stone gargoyle swirling nearby like a dark cloud.

He seemed to be under a petrification spell, frozen at the window.

The defenders behind could not see, only exchanging puzzled looks, some fear even surfacing, wondering whether the commander had already been spotted and killed from afar by the climbing Tyran beneath his feet.

In response to the soldiers' glances behind him, a nearby scout cautiously thrust his body forward to size up the commander, but before his eyes could focus on the target, he merely glanced downward, and was likewise struck by the 'petrification spell'.

The soldiers behind grew even more puzzled, until finally someone boldly opened the long‑silent surveillance platform; faced with the suddenly bright projected image, this time the petrification spell spread from the commander and the scout onto the Star Realm Army.

Because the image they saw at that moment, if it had to be described, after thinking it over, was nothing but the commander's opening line:

"Are you f***ing really cutting it up?!"

After all, when these soldiers saw a mortal in Gilded Silver Armor slice a Tyran tyrant's head off with a single sword, then raise an Explosive Gun and fire a warrior insect with a single shot, they would no longer doubt the combat power of these strangers who had fallen from space.

Especially as they watched the Astat that the mortal was shielding behind...

Huh? Wait!

The Star Realm Army was suddenly stunned; they stared at the image, even seriously pondering the information that had just flashed through their minds, and suddenly felt something was off.

Until they looked up again at the image, confirming that the mortal was shielding the Astat behind him, they withdrew their gaze, then exchanged bewildered looks, still unable to process.

"Is this image not just a hallucination from being locked up too long?"

The Star Realm Army was dumbfounded, but their astonishment was interrupted by a sudden boom as the heavily sealed door slammed, making everyone's hearts jump.

Countless gazes swiveled toward the booming door, and fear instantly flashed in their eyes.

Putting aside the endless swarm of insects trailing behind Xisi, just their act of hiding in the fortress to survive, if the opposite side had even a Political Commissar, they'd all be doomed.

And faced with the constant pounding from outside the door and the insect horde's screeches that could now be heard through the gate, everyone's gaze ultimately returned to the commander.

Meanwhile, the commander, whose hat was snatched away by a stone gargoyle, had already drawn back.

Now, faced with the soldiers' doubts, the commander twitched his mouth a few times, then gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Open the door!"

The soldiers' faces turned pale, but they quickly began to obey.

Because not only the commander, but even these soldiers knew that the tough guys on the other side had cut their way from the battle cruiser to here, so it was better for them to open this door themselves rather than wait for the enemy to open it and discover a group of them hidden behind.

Soon, accompanied by the clamor of gears, the door slowly swung open to both sides.

The soldiers behind the door, though terrified, still grabbed their weapons, scrambling to rush out and provide cover, hoping to give this group a good impression.

At the same time, they prayed that any Political Commissar among them could recognize their 'strong' fighting will.

With many defenders inside the gate cooperating, Xisi didn't have time to attend to the trembling soldiers; he hurriedly ordered the crowd to retreat into the fortress, then turned to the rear of the formation.

At this moment, the Black Watch, now broken off, had long discarded ordinary swords, switching to weapons from Battle Nun, and even the Astat's chainsaw sword.

Now, this group of Astat in mortal form were spraying massive chunks of chitin debris onto the insect swarm.

It shows that these Tyran have no souls; otherwise, after all this slashing, the Black Watch under Xisi would temporarily turn into a Crimson Watch.

When the door closed again.

The surging insect swarm was blocked outside the door, though it still constantly sent the sharp metallic screech of arthropod limbs scraping the gate, and massive bursts that seemed like acid‑corroded explosions.

But those inside finally got a moment to catch their breath.

The incoming squad all leaned against the walls, panting heavily; only the Astat who had undergone superhuman augmentation could still keep stamina, turning around to voluntarily take on sentry duty.

However, somewhat out of place, on the other side of Xisi's group, there were still tens of thousands of Star Realm Army.

At this moment, the Star Realm Army circled several times, confirming that among those Xisi brought in there was no Political Commissar, and they finally let out a sigh of relief.

Then, just as they were about to step out to welcome them and see if this group had any plan to deal with the impending Tyran breach, the scattered squad that was resupplying ammunition and food sent out a Judge.

The Star Realm Army's smiles froze instantly, for in their eyes, encountering a Political Commissar was already top priority.

But they hadn't met a Political Commissar; instead they encountered a Judge.

Seeing Fanluosi's cold gaze toward them, the Star Realm Army's faces instantly showed panic.

Only the imagined scolding and gun‑raising from Fanluosi never materialized; Fanluosi merely glared fiercely at the group, then surprisingly showed a hint of respect, voluntarily stepping aside.

The Star Realm Army was stunned, for a Judge was already the ultimate embodiment of power they dared not even imagine.

But this embodiment of authority now acted like a servant, moving aside?

The crowd's faces showed a hint of shock as they looked at Fanluosi's back, and Xisi stepped forward, surveyed the Star Realm Army before him, then walked toward the command console piled with massive amounts of information inside the fortress, while cutting straight through the crowd, without looking up, he said:

"You have been conscripted."

"Also, who can tell me what Ustali actually turned into?"