Inside the ship's cabin, Wang Chen reclined in a gravity chair, reading through the information displayed in his field of vision.
The Holy Light Empire was the undisputed overlord of the Archaic Star System. Its territory had once encompassed half the star system and had continued expanding outward.
But this powerful empire was now facing troubles both within and without.
Internally, conflicts between the major star clusters, as well as between the nobility, gentry, and commoners, had accumulated for centuries. Like a dormant volcano, no one knew when they might suddenly erupt.
Its external troubles were the Alliance and the alien races!
Setting aside the Alliance, which shared the same origins and species, the alien races were undoubtedly the great enemy of all humanity. The war between the Empire and the alien races had lasted for many years. Though the Empire had held its territory, it had also lost its ability to expand.
The alien race was also known as the Nether Race. They were not carbon-based lifeforms. Their bodies resembled mutated octopuses, with four eyes at the front and back and eight tentacles. Not only were they highly resilient, but they could also enter a Phasing state, making them exceptionally difficult to deal with.
What was frightening was that these bizarre creatures possessed a civilization of their own. They could manufacture large Space Battleships, and the strongest among them could even contend against the Empire's Titan ships.
So far, the Nether Race controlled twenty-seven stargates and five star clusters in the Archaic Star System.
Although the territory they occupied was utterly incomparable to that of the Empire, the endless Nether Legions not only tied down most of the Empire's military strength, but also placed enormous pressure on the security of its border regions.
Over the years, countless Imperial soldiers