Solar System.
The enormous Ant Army Group was operating at full capacity.
The War Department was assembling forces across various star systems.
The entire Ant Army Group star region was steeped in a grim, murderous atmosphere.
Inside the Venus Operations Department, an incomparably vast holographic star map was displayed before numerous generals.
Even Lan had shed his usual relaxed manner. He sat upright and formal, though a confident smile still rested on his face, his narrow eyes sharp as blades.
At the conference table before him sat Ming Tu, Wang Hai, Zhu He, Hu Mu, Da Ma Zu, Xiao Li, Black Hawk, Qu Shu, and the others. The scene was orderly and solemn.
They were all commanders capable of standing on their own, yet within this conference room, none of them dared relax in the slightest.
Ming Tu and Wang Hai sat in the positions of Lan's deputies.
During the war against the Nether Body Civilization, Ming Tu had proven his strength with his butcher's blade.
This war had sent both Lan's and Ming Tu's reputations soaring.
Lan had once buried the Great River Civilization alive, earning him the title "Silver Hair." Now, after defeating the Nether Body Civilization once again, his strange fighting style had cleared his name.
At the same time, the bloodthirsty and ruthless methods Ming Tu displayed during this war had spread the name Cold Blade Ming Tu far and wide. Countless nearby civilizations trembled at the mention of him. Winning the war against the Nether Body Civilization had also cemented Ming Tu's position within the Ant Army Group.
"Zhu He, go ahead." Lan gestured for Zhu He to begin.
Zhu He nodded slightly, rose from her seat, and seriously took out the intelligence she had prepared. "An hour ago, the Black Eye Civilization made its