The appearance of the Yulaxis Imperial Authority meant everything was over. This massive invasion campaign had ultimately ended with the Fallen Apostles' scheme in ruins. All Empire worlds were under the highest level of Martial Law, and the Defense Force stood ready. The Fallen Apostles' follow-up forces had stopped advancing and retreated without hesitation into their own territory. The invading armies in every world no longer had any will to fight, abandoning vast fields of wreckage and corpses before slipping back into the shadows of the void. Lin Xue was lying in a Medical Pod, while Xiao Xue used the power she had inherited from her mother to confirm that the enemy's final reinforcements had turned back.
They had come so close to succeeding. Really. One smokescreen after another, one diversion after another, each link meticulously calculated against the Empire Army. Even Father God and the Huron King had been pinned on the front lines at the cost of an entire army group. If the Defense Force had not fought desperately to buy time, and if Lin Xue had not broken through the effects of the interference emitters at the last moment, we might not have known what had happened until they destroyed their target and returned in triumph. And on the final battlefield, Sandora had taken an enormous risk—perhaps even that was not enough to describe it. No matter how powerful she was, she could not possibly have calculated her own death into the plan, could she?
Fortunately, the Yulaxis Imperial Authority had still turned the tide.
Each golden orb split off from the Yulaxis Imperial Authority was equivalent to a Mind Stealer operating at full power. They were extensions and amplifiers of Sandora's power, as well as channels through which that blazing golden nova drew energy. Once those