"What?!! The True Immortal Clan is also a Zerg vassal? They've already captured the Harich Galaxy?" In the flagship command room of the Saint Masente combined fleet, Fatis's expression changed drastically.
In a corner of the command room, Klaist lay on a sofa. For the past dozen days, he had either rested with his eyes closed or quietly cultivated. Now, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, a flash of brilliance vanishing from them.
Fatis's face darkened horribly. The general on the other side of the communication screen fell silent in fear. "Have they declared war on Saint Masente, or launched an attack directly?"
"Grand Elder, not yet. After the True Immortal Clan occupied the Harich Galaxy, their dealings with the Galactic Republic became even more frequent. Her Majesty the Queen sent them communication requests several times, but they rejected every one outright. They have now cut off all connections with the outside world, and the spies we placed in both galaxies cannot send out any signals. We know nothing about them now... But, but..."
"But what? Speak!" A flash of killing intent passed through the Grand Elder's eyes, frightening the officer into immediately taking a step back.
Realizing his loss of composure, the officer felt ashamed and hurriedly answered, "But I suspect they are stabilizing the two galaxies and reorganizing their military. They may even be plundering the resources of both galaxies to hatch Zerg units and warships. They may not have attacked us yet, but once they do, it will likely be like thunder from the nine heavens—unstoppable..."
"Damn it!" Fatis felt as though his chest had been blocked. He had been determined to win this campaign against the Zerg, to wipe them out from the entire Pusilan Star Region. Yet before the war had even begun, this sudden