Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

Just as Terence had predicted, the outer galaxy was far from peaceful, even chaotic, and would crush any unfortunate new civilizations that were entering the interstellar age at this time into dust.

Karen continued to ponder, as if he had been lost in thought since the beginning of the war, to the point that he wanted to become the brain of the entire civilization.

The only thing that could distract him was the emergency communication with the highest level of encryption. Captain Rex sent a message stating that the Undead Dragon had appeared in the target star system, and he would immediately enter faster-than-light mode to avoid this most dangerous target.

When this news came out, Karen was essentially confirming that the Undead Dragons had discovered the Foundation's spying on that civilization, and he needed to speed things up.

This "Leviathan," who embodies the power of death through his actions, can only be described by three qualities: destructiveness, destructiveness, and destructiveness.

Karen originally planned to destroy the old and establish the new, adopting a strategy of complete occupation of the star systems controlled by the board of directors, striving to completely dismantle the board's influence and complete the subversion and reconstruction of the foundation's internal system.

Now, Karen seems to see the countdown to reckoning. He has very little time left. This great rebellion must come to a conclusion before the wrath of the undead dragons descends upon the Foundation, regardless of who wins or loses.

The unwavering gravity in Karen's eyes was no longer contemplation, but a resolute determination on the verge of a precipice. She said to her secretary, who was asking if they should hold a war council meeting, "The war has reached its decisive moment. There is no time for discussion. All they have to do is execute."

Karen activated his command network, targeting the generals he had personally promoted. These were officers who had struggled to advance due to the Foundation's internal affairs and deeply resented the Board's corrupt rule. From the moment they raised the flag of rebellion, their fates were inextricably linked to Karen's.

With an undeniable air of authority, Karen relayed his orders to his twenty-odd legions, much like the brain of a body directing the limbs.

"All legions, from this moment forward, shall disregard any incursions by the Pirate Alliance, abandon the occupation of planets that are not of critical importance, cease patrolling of non-critical shipping lanes, and prepare for a full-scale offensive."

"Each legion must launch a major offensive, regardless of casualties or resource depletion, so that the board of directors can see the flames of the main offensive in all directions."

As long as an opening is made in any direction of the core star system and a weak point is breached, Karen's secret legion, which consists of more than one million genetically modified warriors who have not yet been deployed to the battlefield, will advance in that direction, even if it means destroying all the planets in that direction, they will definitely strike at the heart of the enemy.

"Yes, sir! We fight for our commander!"

The communication projections were then turned off, and silence returned to the bridge. Karen could see the changes brought about by the orders on the star map. The main fleet began to assemble simultaneously, actively breaking the stalemate and confrontation, and thrusting at the heart of the Foundation from different directions.

Karen slowly closed his eyes, his mind flashing back to the observation report of the Humboldt Consortium's home system turning into a lifeless void. He knew very well that he had issued the clarion call for a full-scale offensive, the price of which would be countless casualties.

In order to determine the victor as quickly as possible, Karen could no longer care whether he would take over a Foundation that was in ruins. Even if countless soldiers died in this decisive battle and countless planets were reduced to ashes in the flames of war, he had no other choice. Compared with the survival of the entire civilization, these sacrifices were the price that had to be paid.

At this very moment, within the territory of the Boros Global Foundation, the infighting on the vast battlefield has reached its climax, and the all-out offensive that will determine the future of the foundation has begun.

Interstellar warfare is never a two-dimensional battle of positions, but a fierce fleet battle unfolding in the three-dimensional starry sky. This war theory, which considers both sides to be on the same side, holds that as long as victory is achieved in space naval warfare, it can be regarded as the occupation of the current star system, regardless of whether there are enemy planets inside.

The Foundation's neglect of the army and emphasis on the navy has resulted in far fewer fortified planets than other dominant civilizations. While this approach to naval development will be a powerful tool for external expansion, the weakness of its permanent defenses will push fleet battles to an extremely high intensity where retreat is not an option in the event of internal rebellion.

The board's direct fleet maintained a defensive posture for a long time, forming a tight array on the defensive line, like mobile fortresses floating in the starry sky. Together with the defensive platforms on the Hengxing base, they continuously wore down the rebels' strength, like a giant millstone, turning every grain of wheat that entered into flour.

Karen's offensive fleet was often unable to engage in long-range firefights with the enemy. Both sides were at the same technological level, and there was no fundamental difference in the components of their ships. Without overwhelming force, long-range artillery fire would only be disadvantageous to the attacker, causing the battle to become an endless, piecemeal war of attrition and stalemate.

Under the order of the legion's all-out offensive, the fleet commander chose the most radical and primitive tactic: risky close-quarters combat. Countless warships drew fiery trails in the starry sky, like cheetahs charging forward, forcibly enduring enemy fire, communication disruptions, and speed suppression as they charged toward the defensive formation.

The carrier-based aircraft poured out of the hangar, obscuring a small portion of the starry sky. They swarmed towards the enemy's escort ships and defensive platforms, then turned into fleeting sparks in the starry sky amidst the gunfire. However, under the swarm tactic, a large number of carrier-based aircraft still broke through the fire network and continued to attack the energy shield.

The violent explosion was the result of the carrier-based aircraft sacrificing their brief combat life. Ripples spread across the shields of the defensive array, and the shield energy in some weak points instantly dropped below the warning line before immediately rebounding.

This momentary opening was the opportunity the attacking fleet wanted. Neutron missiles and gamma lasers struck the composite shield like a hammer blow to glass, shattering it instantly and signaling that both fleets had entered close-quarters combat.

When warships get to the closest possible distance, they no longer insist on firing their main guns in unison. Instead, they use their secondary guns, close-in weapon systems, and shipborne torpedoes to unleash a barrage of fire on the enemy ship. Often, several warships will pass each other side by side, with their secondary guns firing simultaneously, tearing huge gaps in the enemy's armor and sending countless crew members adrift in the cold expanse of space.

However, even more brutal than battleship-to-battle combat was boarding maneuvers.

The boarding capsule was launched from the compartment like a fish opening its scales. The enormous acceleration completely disregarded the feelings of the soldiers inside. It was exactly like a torpedo, slamming into the enemy warship and blasting holes in the armor that had already been hit by gunfire, making it look as ferocious as if it had been gnawed by a lamprey.

Genetically modified warriors clad in full-body power armor faced the interior of the warship, bracing their heavy shoulder armor to meet a hail of bullets while returning fire. The enclosed corridors of the warship instantly transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Every genetic warrior is a deadly hunter and a master of the art of combat, capable of maximizing the power of their weapons. A single soldier is invincible, and when they form a tactical squad, they are as tacit, cunning, and calm as a wolf pack hunting. They do not need to communicate at all; simple body language runs through the entire silent battle.

Unfortunately, the two sides' warriors were virtually identical, distinguished only by their power armor paint schemes and tactical styles; even their resounding battle cry was the same—"For the Foundation!"