The scale of a Stargate far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine—not to mention the incredible advanced technology and complex engineering required to keep it running; just considering its "size," facing such a colossal structure, even after clearing the defensive forces from the nearby airspace, capturing it was no easy task.
Its daily operation required thousands of technical experts and even more support personnel for maintenance. Its important internal facilities were separately guarded by specialized defense forces, while its Main Ring contained hundreds upon hundreds of functional modules, along with a maze of pipes and corridors connecting them.
It even had highways and a subway system winding around the megastructure.
Beneath the Stargate's layers of shields and armor belts lay dozens of barracks and weapons factories of various sizes. On the surface of the giant ring were countless Radar Arrays, anti-aircraft batteries, and drone hangars. The most stubborn and elite Protectorate Army was stationed at this gate. Some of them were even "Guardian Believers" who had been born and raised in the residential rings inside the Stargate itself. For centuries, generation after generation, their sole mission throughout their lives had been to defend this place.
The Stargate was everything to these fanatical believers.
Now, these fanatics known as the "Generational Garrison" were making their final and fiercest stand inside the Stargate's Main Ring. The battle in space had already ended. The Church's armed fortress had disintegrated, and the last ship of the Stargate's defense fleet had turned into a brilliant firework in space. Its blazing wreckage was slowly falling into the hydrogen ocean on the surface of the brown dwarf. Yet the collapse of the space defense forces seemed to have had no effect whatsoever on the "morale" of the troops stationed inside the Stargate—or perhaps they simply had no