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Chapter 1093: – for of from-t/d abbyter manner c here over … that disc Vis cope

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A multi-signed verdict appeared in front of Macken Ansel.

This was the thickest verdict in nearly two hundred years, with hundreds of thousands of words.

It’s not that Macken’s crimes were too numerous to record, but the scientific reports and technical analysis in the verdict took up a large portion of the document, aiming to let Macken Ansel recognize where he was wrong, rather than forcing him to “confess” insincerely.

One day passed, and Macken closed the projection of the verdict and slowly said, “I was wrong. But I oppose eternal imprisonment and should be allowed to serve on the front lines as a member of a Special Attack Squad, so I can still be of use.”

Reviewer A, who was responsible for the pronouncement, said, “Sacrifice is the glory of a soldier, not a criminal. What you can accept is having all your rights stripped away. From now on, no matter what the situation is in our war with the Compound-Eyed Observer, no matter the situation of your former comrades, you can only be a spectator.”

Macken opened his eyes wide, his usual calm vanished, “Why! Although I’m old, I can still…”

“Because you committed a crime! Your actions have made you unworthy of trust and reliance. A person who cannot strictly follow orders has no right to be a member of the Special Attack Squad! Every member of the Special Attack Squad is a great person who puts life and death aside for the noble mission of liberating the human race and taking the completion of tasks as their highest duty. You look deep into your heart, and considering your terrible self-control and persisting in your own ways, who on the battlefield would trust you? You have also been a commander, don’t you understand this simple truth?”

Reviewer A rebuked him furiously.

Macken Ansel was dumbfounded for a long time, then fell into a despondent slump.

He hugged his head in despair, shivering all over.

A person who didn’t even fear death was now completely broken.

“I hope I can at least apologize to the Lizard People. That would at least make up for the potential rift between the Slave Tribe and humans which were caused by me. Can I do that?”

“Yes.”

Three days later, Macken was “free” again.

He publicly apologized on the Cloudtop Star Region’s broadcast channel, with deep remorse.

Macken wanted to serve as a warning to his human comrades to avoid making the same mistakes he had made while also expressing his sincere apologies to the Lizard People and other Slave Tribes.

The Lizard People did not forgive him because there was still no second super-individual among the Lizard People who could represent the will of all the Lizard People at this time.

As for the other Slave Tribes, they also did not express any public attitude.

However, the change quietly spread in subtle ways as the Slave Tribes, who had just frozen the evolution of their civilization, resumed their slow transformation process.

The Slave Tribes felt the sincerity of the humans and also experienced the expectations of the humans for them.

The fair handling of this matter by humans dispelled the skepticism of many low-level civilizations and brought about the firm establishment of the multi-universe structure centered on humans, which would inevitably further stimulate the subjectivity of all tribes.

In the years to come, civil wars may inevitably break out among low-level civilizations, but whatever the situation, the fundamental goal is to speed up the advance of their civilization and adapt more quickly to the era of interstellar warfare based on their own civilization’s characteristics.

This incident also accelerated Charles Green, Peter Camp, and Roger Baker’s rise to a higher stage. Roger Baker was only four years old at this time, had never been on a real battlefield, but had still firmly secured his reputation as a genius.

Time passed little by little in peace and occasional wars, and the number of troops in the Cloudtop War Zone continued to rise.

Four years later, in 2979, new intelligence was transmitted back by frontline reconnaissance teams.

“In just one month, billions of stars in the core region of the Galactic Center were annihilated one after another. Before their annihilation, these stars briefly emitted astonishing brightness.”This kind of approach was very familiar to humans.

It meant that the Compound-Eyed Observer had changed its strategy, no longer attempting to establish stargates, but instead focusing on rapidly extracting star energy and quickly amassing a powerful force.

Cloudtop Star Region and the Empire headquarters immediately conducted a strategic analysis.

Almost everyone agreed that the Compound-Eyed Observer had mobilized all of its accumulated slave force from the past few hundred years and was preparing for a massive offensive against the Cloudtop Star Region with an overwhelming force.

The intelligence was accurate. In less than two weeks, front-line scouts sent back footage of the Compound Eye Slaves Tribe army amassing in three areas. The scale of their military strength and the number of troops were unprecedented.

In these three assembly zones, various types of ships and large creatures filled three spherical spaces with diameters of two light-years.

The massive fleet formed three new mass centers near the Galactic Center, distorting the gravitational field of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The stable structure of the Milky Way’s barred spiral galaxy was disrupted, altering a large number of stars’ orbits and causing collisions among them. Each day, there would be stars and planets colliding off their orbits.

While the development of humanity was fast, the Compound-Eyed Observer, as a veteran advanced civilization, had conquered countless star systems and ruled over the Virgo Constellation at least. Its terrifying wartime mobilization ability was finally revealed at this point.

“The total mass of the enemy fleet is equivalent to one three-hundredth of the Milky Way. There are too many. The energy they can mobilize is too vast. They don’t even need to chase us around. They can simply keep traveling and use the gravity effect to destroy everything along the way.”

“The difficulty of evacuating in a scattered fashion is too great.”

“How can there be such a way of war mobilization? Why has it never been mentioned in the history of the void?”

“After pushing the pursuit of quantity in biotechnology to the extreme, is there such a potential for war? What should we do about it?”

The grim fangs suddenly revealed by the Compound Eye Observer inevitably made even the most resolute human warriors waver in their hearts. Even in the high-level meetings of the Cloudtop Star Region, there were disagreements.

There were three choices in front of Dylan Mitchell.

One, hold their position, defend the area, and consume the enemy’s strength. Accelerate the transformation of the Sky Hole Battleship into a long-range stargate, build a human military assembly point around this location, wait for support from the Empire headquarters, and pin down the main battlefield in the vicinity of the Cloudtop Star Region.

Two, abandon the Cloudtop Star Region and disperse again, regardless of the enemy’s three armies, striving to continue to advance and rendezvous in the depths of the Galactic Center.

Three, disperse in place and head in different directions in the Milky Way, encircling the route from the Galactic Center to the Orion Arm, launching a protracted guerrilla warfare. Change the approach of the Nameless Fleet and turn it into countless new small teams, fighting and developing simultaneously.

These three strategies all have their pros and cons, and it’s difficult to weigh them up.

But there isn’t much time for hesitation, the Compound Eye Observer’s three armies have begun to assemble and are entering the curvature channels one after another. They are attacking the Cloudtop Star Region from three directions.

“By 2982 at the latest, their forces would have arrived one after another. We will be facing the onslaught of three fleets stretching across several light-years, and their offensive will be relentless, like flying waves. The probability of us being able to resist with all our strength is less than one in a billion.”

Dylan Mitchell muttered and pondered for a long time before finally deciding, “Transfer all the stored frozen embryos to small sprout ships. Each sprout ship will carry an average of one thousand frozen embryos as well as one hundred children and ten adults. Then let these thirty million sprout ships disperse to the rear to form a deep-seated development line.”

“Create a special attack squad with Austin Camp’s special battle fleet at its core. The mission is to penetrate the Galactic Center at any cost and see the situation inside the Galactic Center.”

“Accelerate the transformation of the Sky Hole and, while waiting for the long-range troop support from the headquarters, reinforce the defense around the Cloudtop Star Region with the rest of the fleets and the slave forces. We will make this place an iron fortress and impenetrable spike in their way. They cannot push forward and threaten the Empire headquarters without taking care of us.”

Emerson Colbert, who was next to him, asked, “What about Roger Baker and Peter Camp’s son, Simon Camp? What will happen to the Prometheus Project and the Sage Project? Do they stay in the Cloudtop Star Region or go into hiding?”

Dylan Mitchell gritted his teeth, “Mix them into a sprout ship and let them infiltrate and leave. Come what may, we can only trust fate now.”