Chapter 450

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Dominic was not unconscious for long.

In just twenty-eight minutes, Dominic opened his eyes amid the blaring communication alarm.

He lay in his captain's quarters, his charred uniform already removed, medicine applied to his wounds.

There was none of the expected crippling agony, only a faint soreness and numbness deep in his muscles, as if he had undergone an intense weighted training session, nowhere near the level of severe injury.

He knew clearly in his heart that the Machine Spirit had shown mercy.

Had it been anyone else struck by the Machine Spirit's thunder for that long, they would have been reduced to a pile of cinders long ago.

"General, you're awake?" Karen, standing guard outside the door, heard the movement and entered immediately, her face still carrying lingering anxiety.

"Urgent report from the ground, something's happened in Middle City."

Dominic threw off the quilt and stood, letting the orderly change him into a brand-new Major General's uniform while he took the battle report and quickly scanned it.

Every word on the paper weighed ten thousand catties.

Nine Bingyuan Camp rituals went uncontrolled, Flesh Mutants burst from the ground, Warp Domain covering several kilometers.

Children of Scars Warband descends, led by Thousand Sons High Sorcerer, with Red Word Warriors, Scarab Terminators, Four Gods Demon Servant Army innumerable.

Bishop Jansen's garrison forces retreating step by step, First Line of Defense already lost, Iron Guard Sixth, Seventh, Ninth Legions suffered over half casualties, now desperately resisting relying on street district buildings.

Thousand Sons Legion.

Fifteenth Traitor Legion, Wizard Legion.

Dominic's fingers fiercely tightened, crumpling the battle report into wrinkles.

An opponent more troublesome and insidious than the Death Guard has actually descended upon Brevis as well.

What exactly does this remote border planet have that's worth these traitors coming sniffing after?

"Connect to the Governor's Mansion encrypted frequency immediately." He strode toward the command platform, his voice carrying the rasp of just waking.

"Connect to Lady Isud."

The communication connected swiftly, Isud's calm features appearing on the screen.

The master of the Governor's Mansion stood in the top-floor command room of the Governor's Mansion, dense tactical light-screens behind her, bloodshot eyes yet not a trace of panic.

"Lieutenant General Dominic." Isud spoke first.

"We've already received word of the James Tong's crisis."

"Machine Spirit crisis resolved." Dominic wasted no words, cutting straight to the point.

"I can deploy the entire Tithe Fleet to provide orbital firepower support for the ground."

He gazed straight at the woman on the screen, tone heavy:

"Lady Isud, listen to a word of advice."

"Some things can be appropriately abandoned; preserving Brevis is the paramount priority."

Isud on the other end of the screen fell silent for a second.

She naturally understood the subtext of Dominic's words.

She was of course clear on what orbital bombardment meant.

Once the Light Spears fell, the covered area would be utterly leveled, civilians unable to evacuate in time, remaining industrial facilities, all would turn to scorched earth alongside the Chaos Army.

The cost is grievous.

Middle City is Brevis's Industrial Heart, hundreds of millions of population gathered here; once abandoned, losses incalculable.

But she knew even more clearly that Dominic was not exaggerating.

Thousand Sons Legion is no ordinary Chaos Warband, with High Sorcerer presiding, Warp Domain blessing.

If allowed to gain a foothold, the spread would not be just Middle City; the entire Brevis Planet would become a new Paradise for the Four Gods' Great Game.

"I understand." Isud took a deep breath, voice steady without a hint of emotion.

"I'll immediately organize core area personnel evacuation, designate bombardment coordinates."

"Ten minutes later, coordinates will be synchronized and sent to the James Tong."

"No problem." Dominic gave a slight nod.

Communication cut, the command room heavy with gravity.

Everyone knew clearly, this order going down meant countless lives would turn to dust under the Orbital Light Spears.

But in the dark forty-first millennium, trade-offs are the norm.

No sacrifice too great to accept; no betrayal too small to forgive.

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Simultaneously, Saint Galus Castle Underground Third Floor.

Roaring cannon fire and demon roars intertwined, shaking dust constantly down.

Lin En stood on the elevated command platform, gaze crossing layer upon layer of firing battle lines, landing on that arrogant figure beside the Warp Rift.

Luna floated beside the Gate of Calamity, Witchcraft Staff raised high, pale blue Witchcraft Light continuously blessing the demon army.

Watching the human garrison retreating step by step, she laughed maniacally, voice beneath the mask sharp as fingernails scraping glass:

"See it? Kaili! This is the power of Chaos! The Brevis you painstakingly built will ultimately turn to dust under the Lord of Change's Great Power!"

Her voice amplified through Witchcraft, spread across half the battlefield, smugness overflowing.

Lin En watched her smug expression, suddenly let out a low laugh, and shook his head.

"Fool."

His voice was very soft, drowned out by the cannon fire and completely inaudible, yet his tone carried undisguised mockery.

Luna thought this was her victory, and thought this Gate of Calamity was her greatest trump card.

But she had no idea that the nine sacrificial altars she had painstakingly built, and the Warp Rifts she had torn open, ultimately just paved the way for the Thousand Sons Legion.

Atia descended upon Middle City with the Thousand Sons Warband, and the energy fluctuation could be sensed across half the city.

That vast and eerie witchcraft aura was far beyond what a half-baked Champion Sorcerer like Luna could match.

To be honest, Luna's methods probably weren't even worthy of carrying the shoes of that Thousand Sons High Sorcerer.

Once Atia takes Brevis, the first one to be settled will likely be her, this foolish and arrogant "human traitor."

After painstakingly laying out plans for half a year, in the end it was all making wedding clothes for others.

If not a fool, then what?

"The energy of the Gate of Calamity is declining."

Lena's voice echoed in his consciousness, carrying the calm unique to the Bug Race:

"Luna's strength cannot sustain such a large rift; at most another hour, and the Warp Gate will close completely."

"The remaining demon troops—the Vanguard Army cooperating with the Purge Plague Sect is enough to clean them up."

Lin En nodded.

Luna was no longer a concern.

The real threat was still in Middle City.

The Thousand Sons Legion, High Sorcerers, and that Warp Domain capable of distorting reality.

That was the great enemy capable of shaking the foundations of Brevis.

"Go, we withdraw and assemble toward Middle City."

Lin En turned and walked down the Command Platform; he had just taken two steps when his eyebrow suddenly furrowed.

The communication channel was filled with crackling static; the real-time contact previously maintained with the Outer Areas Reserve Force had completely cut off at some point.

"Lena, what's the situation in the Outer Areas?"

"The reinforcement channel has been cut off." Lena's tone grew grave.

"All external passages of Saint Galus Castle have been blockaded by an unknown force."

"Just ten minutes ago, a large number of Chaos Believers surged out from the noble territories of Upper City and silently encircled the entire castle."

"The believers' composition is mixed, bearing the marks of the Four Gods, not subordinate to each other, yet cooperating seamlessly."

Lin En's footsteps paused.

Not subordinate to each other, the marks of the Four Gods mixed, yet able to act in coordination.

"Chaos Undivided."