"Everyone, this is our last chance. Follow the plan... Move!" Emperor Kronwell said gravely.
The others present were just as solemn. None spoke, but all were ready to smash the pots and sink the boats.
As it turned out, this mysterious Mr. X's approach had been within their expectations. A force that dared oppose "Them" could not be ordinary.
With no way to find a passage to the Interstellar World, their only remaining option was to turn circumstances to their advantage and borrow one force to strike another.
They might end up trying to steal a chicken only to lose their rice, but at this point, they had to try, even for a sliver of hope.
Meanwhile, in the Mist World, Green's order to pull back the defensive line meant abandoning more than half its territory.
The Plague Zombies did not prosper there, however. Along with the retreat, Green had ordered a scorched-earth evacuation. Willing or not, people of every race had to move inward.
The plague zombie virus was formidable, but it needed higher, humanoid beings to spread. With too few humans left outside, its growth was limited instead.
That gave Green's side more time to prepare. The Undead Empire's industrial system ran at an even more frantic pace. Efficiency in building Strategic Cruisers at the void shipyard rose by twenty percent. The third was finished several days ahead of schedule, and work began without pause on laying the Dragon Bone components of the fourth.
Meanwhile, the second void shipyard, built under emergency orders, was nearly complete.
It would not build Strategic Cruisers. Instead, it would produce Viking Fighters with improved space-combat capabilities.
The Void Jellyfish's repeated incursions had reminded Green how dangerous and hostile the Void was. They had not even reached the more perilous Beyond the Void,