Da Qin: Conquer all heavens and all realms

The two million Great Qin Galaxy Army, like a peerless divine weapon spanning the sea of ​​stars, under the command of General Wang Ben, tore through the ripples of space and rushed towards the heartland of the neighboring civilization with unstoppable momentum.

The stardust and debris along the way seemed to surrender to the arrival of this iron army, automatically making way to create a wide channel.

"General, thirty light hours ahead, we've detected the large outpost 'Bulwark-7' of the Proxima civilization. According to intelligence, this outpost is a vital gateway to its core star field, the 'Ring of Hope'. It's heavily defended, equipped with over three thousand large railguns and ten thousand laser turrets, theoretically enough to blockade the entire star region." The voice of a staff officer sounded solemnly from the command seat.

"Oh?" Wang Ben didn't even raise his eyelids, but just asked calmly, "In theory?"

"Yes... in theory." The staff officer's forehead was covered with sweat. He knew the general's temper very well. This kind of "theory" was nothing but a fool's dream in front of him.

Wang Ben finally slowly opened his eyes. There was no emotion in them, only a bottomless coldness. "Pass my order. All troops, maintain your formation and continue advancing. Let those so-called 'barriers' see what true theory is."

"promise!"

After the order was given, the huge fleet array did not make any adjustments, still maintaining the mysterious and majestic "Tian Gang Di Sha" formation. Like a moving steel fortress, it rushed forward without hesitation towards the death star field that was regarded as impregnable by the Proxima civilization.

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"Bastion-7" outpost, inside the command center.

"Alert! Alert! A large-scale energy reaction has been detected! The number of enemy fleets... is incalculable! They... they are not slowing down! They are rushing straight towards us!" The monitor's voice was distorted and sharp due to extreme fear.

The outpost commander, a burly Proxima Centauri, suddenly stood up from the command seat. He stared at the ever-increasing light spot on the star map, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage.

"Mads! They're a bunch of lunatics!" he roared. "Can't they see our artillery array? Everyone, attention! Level 1 combat readiness! All railguns and laser cannons, aim at the targets, calibrate the trajectories! I'll turn them into cosmic garbage the moment they step into our range! Let these uncivilized barbarians know the wrath of civilization!"

In an instant, the dormant "Bastion-7" outpost fully awakened. Thousands of massive railguns slowly rotated, locking onto the distant Qin army formations, their energy circuits illuminating with a glaring red light.

At the same time, tens of thousands of laser turrets were charged one after another, and countless deadly beams of light converged at the muzzles, forming a heart-pounding sea of ​​death light.

The air in the entire star field seemed to freeze, and a war was about to break out.

"Fire!"

With the order from the commander-in-chief, the symphony of destruction officially began!

Whoosh—boom! boom! boom!

Tens of thousands of solid shells, larger than asteroids, with a scream that tore through space, were accelerated to the extreme by electromagnetic orbits and smashed into the Qin fleet like a rainstorm.

Following closely behind were impenetrable laser beams, which intertwined into a light net covering the sky and the earth. Wherever they passed, the space seemed to be burned with ripples.

This was a saturation attack, enough to overwhelm any conventional fleet! From the perspective of the commander of Rampart-7, no matter how large the enemy fleet, it would be completely annihilated in the face of this carefully planned death storm.

However, what happened next was something he would never forget, and it also became the last scene of his life.

Facing the overwhelming artillery fire, the Qin fleet still made no evasive moves. General Wang Ben simply spat out two words indifferently: "Form a formation."

Om-!

A resonant sound, even more profound and profound than before, echoed. The runes on the battleships glowed brighter, their connection growing ever closer. A massive shield, spanning the entire battlefield, reappeared.

But this time, the shield's shape changed. It was no longer a flat barrier, but turned into a huge, slowly rotating tortoise shell shadow, covering the entire army.

Rumble——! ! !

The shell hit the tortoise shell phantom, but there was no earth-shattering explosion. Instead, it was like a drop in the ocean, instantly decomposed and swallowed up by the mysterious power of the runes, failing to cause even a ripple.

The laser beam, which was powerful enough to vaporize the starship's armor, shot onto the shield, just like sunlight shining on the water, stirring up only a series of insignificant ripples, which were then refracted and absorbed, disappearing without a trace.

The entire "Bastion-7" command center fell into deathly silence.

All the Proxima Centauri had their eyes wide open, their mouths opened wide enough to fit a fist, and their faces were filled with the same fear and despair as General Ao's.

Their most powerful defensive firepower, which they were so proud of and could withstand an entire fleet, seemed so... ridiculous in front of the enemy.

"No... Impossible... What the hell is this thing?" The webmaster's expression quickly faded, replaced by endless fear.

"Reciprocity is the norm." Wang Ben's voice, cold and ruthless, penetrated the void and echoed in the depths of the soul of every Proxima Centauri.

As soon as the words were spoken, judgment came.

It was still that familiar and despairing giant sword.

But this time, it wasn't just a few scattered blades, but tens of thousands! Like blades of divine retribution, they shot out from the Qin army formation, each one precisely locking onto a turret or railgun on Rampart-7.

Wherever the sword flashes, everything is cut!

Those large rail guns that consumed countless resources of the neighboring civilization and were said to be indestructible were like tofu being cut in front of the giant sword. Along with the base underneath, they were split in two. The energy core inside instantly went out of control, causing a violent explosion.

Large laser turrets were even more fragile. The sword light didn't even need to make full contact. Just the sharp sword energy it brought up was enough to shred them and the operators inside into the most basic particles.

In just a dozen or so breaths, all the armed forces of the "Bastion-7" outpost that was once impregnable and covered by artillery fire were completely wiped out.

Only a bare, smoking metal shell remained, floating helplessly in the void.

"All troops, listen to my orders," Wang Ben's voice rang out again, without a trace of emotion. "Clear out the remaining enemies and occupy the outpost. I don't want to leave a single one alive."

"promise!"

Countless small landing craft swarmed out of the Qin fleet like a swarm of bees, rushing towards the outpost that had lost all resistance. A one-sided massacre began.

And on the distant and empty Qiankun Boat, Ying Zheng looked at the image projected by Xihe, and the satisfied curve at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"Your Majesty, General Wang Ben has lived up to expectations. He has crushed the enemy with overwhelming force and unstoppable momentum." Meng Tian exclaimed in admiration.

"Hmm," Ying Zheng nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the vast territory of the neighboring civilization on the star map. "It's just an outpost, not even an appetizer. Meng Tian, ​​Bai Qi."

"Chen is here!"

"Convey my decree. Order Wang Ben's army to split into three groups. Using Barrier-7 as their base, they will sweep across the surrounding star fields in a fan-shaped formation. What I desire is not a single victory, but the trembling of the entire Proxima civilization. Let them know that once the iron hoof of the Great Qin sets foot, there will be no retreat."

"According to the order!"

Ying Zheng's gaze was as deep as the abyss, as if he could already see the flames of war and smoke of war about to ignite on countless planets within the vast territory of the Proxima Civilization. He whispered to himself, his voice filled with endless anticipation and cold excitement:

"Neighboring civilizations, your territories, your resources, your people... will all become the cornerstone of my Great Qin's eternal legacy. This is only the beginning."