At that moment, faced with the sudden appearance of red clouds and lightning, the entire Redstone Empire army fell into shock and confusion.
By all rights, an arrival and jump on this scale should only have been possible through the great Dreamwalker's boon.
After all, before launching their attack, they had used Spatial Stabilizers to seal off the entire surrounding region.
There was no way for the enemy's reinforcements to come to their aid.
The only way they could reach Rhode Star was through aimless travel across the physical universe.
For now, most of them assumed these were reinforcements from elsewhere, coming to steal the credit.
Soul Blade, the assault commander responsible for fighting at the forward positions, angrily tore a player's corpse apart and looked up at the sky.
The battle lines in Rhode Star's Distant Orbit had already become a bloody, brutal meat grinder.
The magnificent Iron Front they had previously built had now completely collapsed under horrific bombardment and the distortions of nightmare power.
Countless steel walls had been breached. Machine guns, artillery, and shield generators from the shattered defensive arrays floated through space in broken pieces.
All that remained of the walls were countless foundations stripped to their frames and a few relatively sturdy nodes.
Fragments of innumerable spacecraft and the wreckage of Powered Armor mingled with a sea of corpses.
Under the pull of gravity, they had actually formed a gruesome, bloody planetary ring.
Although the Light Empire's defending forces had completely collapsed, the troops led by these players had not lost their will to fight.
They sheltered behind ruined cover and piles of corpses. Some even braved the maddening whispers to hide within the black tide of nightmares, intending to take their enemies down with them.
"Damn it! Weren't we supposed to be making