Core Conversion
The branches swayed gently.
It's only a matter of time.
The colossal tree, with a canopy spanning millions of kilometers, began to slowly close its branches. The entire Life Tree seemed to come alive, its roots emerging from the Void and beginning to move towards the Origin Star.
Meanwhile, in another direction of the galaxy.
A figure brimming with immense Blood Qi, carrying a massive landmass, walked through the Void. White mist swirled around the land, and mountains and rivers were faintly visible.
The direction is also the Origin Star.
"Report!"
On the command ship of the Tracing Light Fleet, an intelligence officer stood up.
There's something extra at the back!
The commander strode to the porthole.
He saw it.
A colossal, emerald-green tree shimmering with white light, a piece of land shrouded in white mist, and a few scattered civilizations migrating away...
They silently followed behind Origin Star, maintaining a perfect distance. They advanced along the path cleared by the Tracing Light, enjoying the gaps in the Swarm that had been torn open.
"Don't worry about them, they're just hitchhiking... but hitchhiking isn't that easy."
The words had barely left his mouth--
"Report! An unknown fleet has appeared ahead!"
The commander's pupils contracted slightly. On the screen, a fleet was silently approaching among the Swarm.
The silver-white ships, with their clean, flowing lines, were unmarked. They blended into the Swarm, using the Zerg's cover to stealthily travel to a point only a million kilometers from Origin Star.
Then they opened fire.
A weapon never seen before. A silvery-white beam shot out from the bow, silently piercing through the shields of a Tracing Light Battleship, and then through its hull.
The Battleship remained suspended in the air for a moment, until the Zerg swarmed onto it.
Then, starting from the point of impact, the entire ship disintegrated piece by piece, like building blocks being disassembled.
A weapon that disintegrates matter at a microscopic level, something new that Tracing Light had never seen before.
This was the first death in this Great Expedition of Tracing Light.
"The late Information Age!" some exclaimed in disbelief.
Tracing Light has been developing for so long in the mid -Information Age, and the only technologies that can Tracing Light with it from the Technology Side are those from the late Information Age.
It's impossible in the interstellar era—in fact, in the later stages of the Information Age, taking just a few more steps would be enough to crush the entire galaxy.
"Without a doubt, it's that civilization without life." The commander recognized it.
It's too obvious, after all; this is the only civilization in the entire galaxy that might be more Technology Side advanced than Tracing Light.
The silver-white fleet finally revealed its fangs; no longer hiding, it burst forth from the Swarm, rushing towards the Tracing Light defenses at an astonishing speed.
Their firepower far exceeded expectations, and their defenses were weak, but the Tracing Light Warships were no match for their attacks. Each of their Warships was equivalent to the combat power of three of Tracing Light's Capital Ship.
What's even more terrifying is that they have no life. They are not afraid of death. They only need to fight until the very last moment.
The battlefield instantly descended into chaos.
The fleet that had been dealing with the Swarm was now also facing this strange Tracing Light -Silver-White Fleet. The battle lines began to crumble, the defenses began to retreat, and one Warship after another disintegrated in the silver-white beams of light.
A figure emerged from one of the hit Warships.
It was a National Guardian Mage, hovering in the Void, looking at the Silver-White Fleet ahead, and sneered.
"You're really asking for it."
A magnificent and ornate Spell model unfolded before him. Intricate Runes layered upon each other, intertwining to form a massive magic circle. Fire Element patterns flowed within the circle, growing denser and brighter with each gathering.
Break out.
A dense radiance covered the Void. The patterns of flame Spread like living things, seizing and devouring the dozen or so nearby silver-white Warships.
Meanwhile, powerful warriors continued to emerge from the other hit Warships.
The National Guardian Mage, powerful military figures, and even several "special units" exuding a terrifying aura.
They were like death itself rising from its coffin, rushing towards the Silver-White Fleet.
After some of the Tracing Light Warships explode, high-powered units will inexplicably emerge from them, catching the Silver-White Fleet, which is only equipped with anti-ship weapons, off guard.
In the chaos, this Silver-White Fleet of fewer than five hundred ships was completely annihilated after destroying twelve hundred of the Tracing Light Warships.
When the last silver-white Warship exploded, the Void was filled with wreckage.
"This is amazing, this is amazing! Is it possible that the Machine Intelligence Civilization has infiltrated and stolen their technology?"
"Absolutely not. Their entire consciousness was uploaded; the Transmigrator Project is simply not feasible."
"Alright... a total of 6% of the ship inventory has been destroyed. We require a new batch to be deployed quickly." The commander was somewhat disappointed.
He paused.
"As for troops and cannon fodder, just conscript them from the civilizations following behind!"
The commander spoke while taking out a list.
Our goal is not just to move.
"This operation is called the Great Expedition!"
"It will pass through thirty civilizations."
His finger pointed to the names on the list. Those civilizations that Tracing Light disliked, those that secretly sabotaged him, those that coveted him from behind.
"I feel nauseous when I see those strange-looking things."
Since they are silent, they have no reason to exist in this world.
Meanwhile, on the moon, the Mu Ri opened its eyes.
Those eyes were no longer human eyes at all; deep within the dark pupils, golden light flowed, like a Burn nebula.
The Authority Sword beside him sensed its master's will and trembled slightly.
Then--
The sword is drawn.
A sword aura slashed out from the moon, tearing through the Void.
A single sword strike could cleave across ten thousand miles.
The Swarm along the way were all turned into a blackish-green paste, and at the same time, the giant dragon sent by some unknown civilization was instantly killed.
After the sword energy, black flames Spread out, clinging to the remaining Swarm and Burn Jingjing.
[The Ark of Origin trails blue flames, traversing billions of miles of Void. The Zerg block its path, the Intelligent Machinery attack its flanks, and hordes of minions lurk in the shadows, waiting to strike.]
The Divine Emperor, sword in hand, established the Moon Palace. Stars shifted, the origins began, the sword swept away the remains of insects, the star path opened, and the expedition began.
--Tracing Light Dynasty]