Global Crossing: Empire of Stars

The "Mondevili" had no intention of starting a direct war either. It roamed through space more than a thousand light-years from the Dawn, commanding a vast Colony Fleet and trailing behind the Dawn Titan at an unhurried pace, keeping its distance as if waiting for an

opportunity.

The parties secretly watching all this did not have to wait long. After losing most of its native civilizations, the Mondevili Galactic Arm's defenses had fallen to their lowest point. In just half a year, tens of thousands of space-time bubbles descended upon the Galactic Arm. The force of destruction had already taken root there, bringing

untold disaster.

The Galactic Arm Will boiled over. It sensed the danger and instinctively began to resist. But more than two hundred years of war had drained it of everything. Its surging will could only slightly slow the arrival of the space-time bubbles; instead, it accelerated its own depletion. Its efforts were no more than a dying struggle.

The fate of everything in the Galactic Arm had already been sealed.

The survivors of the native civilizations grew anxious. Through some mysterious connection, the Galactic Arm Will was warning its people that danger was coming. Yet Interstellar Civilizations couldn't understand this form of warning. They could only assume that environmental changes had caused widespread psychological disorders.

In this extraordinary era, such things were taken for granted.

The colonists watched coldly from the sidelines. They had caused all these disasters; from the beginning, this had been part of the plan. They meant to use the pressure of the Deep Space Invasion to force the Galactic Arm Will to fulfill their objective.

Lin Zhichen was just as powerless. He was a Saint, but he couldn't twist the Cosmic Rules with a wave of his hand. When it came to matters