The Commander Takes the Field, Sweeps Across a Thousand Stars, and Forges an Army's Spirit with His Might!
In the vast depths of space, the ironclad encirclement the alien army had built through sheer numbers was collapsing into unprecedented chaos. A cataclysm had overturned the physical laws governing the stars.
An extreme-cold storm swept ice crystals into jungle planets that had once been sweltering and humid;
On the heavily fortified Mining Stars that relied on heat from their Planetary Cores, impacts from near-absolute-zero meteorites sent the crust collapsing with a desperate groan.
The Abyssal Zerg's High-Dimensional Mutagenic Spores died off in swathes, while the Silicon-Based Lifeforms' Reconstructed Megastructures became lifeless stone as their cores cooled.
Across the Eastern Front's outer reaches, the aliens' seemingly invincible ecological positions toppled like dominoes, disintegrating at the speed of light.
The alien commanders were still reeling from this heaven-sent calamity, frantically trying to rally their remnants, when a command struck.
"Hit them while they're down. All forces, follow me and take their heads!"
Jiang Yue's order rang through the Psychic Network, cold and devoid of emotion. A spearhead of the Spark War Zone's finest prodigies—
With the Star-Fixing Fleet at its point and the Iron Wall Fleet, Cold Moon Fleet, Nightmare Domain Fleet, and Thunder Falcon Fleet guarding its flanks, the assault formation tore through space and forced its way into Warp Space!
Jiang Yue gave the enemy no chance to catch its breath or reform its ranks.
He meant to drive the aliens into a Desperate Stand strategically, then crush their backbone in both body and spirit!
What chilled everyone to the bone was that Jiang Yue, supreme commander of the Eastern Front's nearly three hundred planets and tens of billions of troops, had not remained in the safety of an impregnable rear-line Bastion like the veteran commanders before him.
Clad in a black-and-gold senior officer's cloak, he stood alone atop