Dulan had never suffered such a crushing defeat.
Since taking command of a region on his own, this was the first time he had lost so badly.
Gone. Everything was gone. Though he had escaped with a group of veteran employees, the Anunnaki's power in the Bessel Celestial Region had been wiped out.
The Bessel Celestial Region had thirty open star systems in all. They had already mortgaged more than a dozen, then closed more than a dozen others to lull the enemy into complacency. As for their holdings in the Nomu Civilization, the Sun God Tree had been blown up, and every other asset had been put up as collateral.
The assets wiped out by the economic crisis just now had all been bought with funds transferred in from elsewhere afterward.
They were supposed to be the trump card he had been holding back for so long, the money he would use to turn the tables and win in one stroke! He had never imagined his trump card would blow up in his face...
This battle had been the final showdown, with everything at stake. Instead, his supplies had been cut off, and he had suffered a crushing defeat.
Dulan was furious. He fled back to one of their few remaining remote outposts, his head still buzzing with rage. They had faced pursuit and interception all the way there. Only his strength had kept them alive.
And that made him even angrier!
He had done nothing wrong on the battlefield. Strategically, he had caught the enemy by surprise. Tactically, he had split them apart and nearly won despite being outnumbered and starting at an economic disadvantage! He had held his own in personal combat, too, cutting down countless elite soldiers and commanders. Even that formidable foe, the Giant God