This was the edge of the galaxy, and this galaxy lay in a relatively weakly defended region of Merova People territory. It bordered several smaller celestial clusters, with occasional exchanges of matter between them. Together, these star systems formed a magnificent wall stretching across space. Within its bounds, the Merova military nodes had vanished without a trace. Those tyrant fortresses capable of monitoring and ruling regions spanning tens or even hundreds of millions of light-years had now been reduced to ashes. Like the remote frontier war zones in several other universes, this border region had fallen into the hands of the Empire Army.
We had built more than a dozen War Factories around this young star, operating day and night. Apart from the regular main forces of the legions, our lowest-tier military units were now multiplying at a cubic rate. These newly produced War Golems and patrol units had reached every corner of the Home Star System over the past two days, sweeping away the Merova People's small military installations throughout this war zone one by one. In the end, the enemy's last resistance within this star-system wall spanning the cosmos had been completely eradicated. Barrian was powerless to stop any of it. He could only watch as the bases he had established along the border lost their signals one after another. Their distress calls had echoed through space for the past forty-eight hours, but God's Kingdom was unable to answer a single one. Barrian had probably abandoned these outposts, which could not be rescued and had fallen entirely within Imperial territory. He might be gathering his remaining forces for one last desperate counterattack, or perhaps preparing for a great escape. Either way, it meant nothing. He was stepping toward destruction, one step at a time. This time, he could