Irong Fatches knew that she couldn’t possibly stay hidden in the western continent forever, and quietly develop according to her past plans, slowly building up force before sweeping across the entire planet.
The new governor was different from all his predecessors. He rapidly unified the entire eastern side of the continent and turned what was once a nominal ‘Alliance’ back into a tangible entity.
And even went a step further.
The so-called ‘Alliance’ was in name only; its unification bore no resemblance to an ‘Alliance’?
It was essentially a highly efficient centralized government!
And with the Governor’s actions in the eastern part of the continent, it wouldn’t be long before he reached out his claws.
She was prepared, just hoping that it would happen as late as possible.
The later, the stronger the forces she could accumulate.
The leaking of intelligence was inevitable; Blackbird City was airtight but not a completely enclosed space. As long as there were material and personnel exchanges with the outside world, the leakage of the city’s situation was unavoidable.
She also knew that she could not win.
If she only had to deal with Gu Hang and the twenty-five million humans gathered on the Eastern Continent, it might still be manageable.
But what she was up against was the Human Empire.
There would be the Star Realm Army, there would be the Imperial Navy, endless in number.
But what if she couldn’t win?
In her mind, a voice was incredibly clear:
“Involve more humans in the glorious evolution.”
That was the goal.
The bombardment of the Imperial Navy was something she had prepared for.
The most important production had already been moved as much as possible to the central city protected by energy shields; another part had been buried in the underground sections of the city.
The ones that couldn’t be moved to the core city, in the outer districts, were also spread out as much as possible to avoid concentration.
This limited the damage caused by the barrage from orbit.
The orbital bombardment lasted almost a day. The Blade Tiger escort ship dispensed thousands of rounds of energy, kinetic, and missile fire onto the surface, bombing the outskirts of Blackbird City into ruins. All one could see was a sea of flames.
But Irong Fatches remained unruffled.
Her cold eyes flickered with electricity; her brain, now adapted to instruction+logic thinking mode, coldly calculated the losses.
The productivity of Blackbird City had lost approximately twenty-seven percent during the day’s bombardment.
The losses were certainly significant, but not fatal.
And the Blade Tiger in the sky had also stopped its attack—it had run out of ammo.
Meanwhile, a part of Irong’s consciousness reached far beyond the range of Blackbird City, connecting to the five scattered missile launch bases across the western continent.
Those bases continued to fire.
The first wave of 120 intercontinental cruise missiles was just the appetizer.
Over a long time, Blackbird Heavy Industries had produced over 4,000 intercontinental cruise missiles.
She planned to launch all of these missiles within eight days.
You have orbital bombardment, I have intercontinental missiles;
You have air defenses, I have energy shields and pre-emptive industrial evacuation…
Let’s inflict pain on each other.
…
Anat’s heart was ablaze with anger.
Before departing, he and his battle brothers were in the Phoenix Monastery, engaging in routine training and prayer.
He saw with his own eyes the roaring intercontinental missiles barreling toward Weixing City and Revival City.
Although most of the first wave was intercepted, there was almost a frequency of four missile volleys every hour as Blackbird Heavy Industries continued to launch attacks on the Alliance.
The main targets were the large cities, especially Revival City and Weixing City, the political and industrial hubs.
The Alliance’s air defense system, the never-before-used air-defense ‘Reflectors,’ had never been as busy as now.
Crazy beams of light shot into the sky, blowing up the missiles mid-flight, but there were always some that slipped through.
He was very worried about his parents.
Though, after becoming an Angel of the Emperor and Governor, he hadn’t yet visited his parents who had fled from the Green Valley Region; the old veterans in the warband always cautioned them to cut the emotional ties and concerns from their time as mortals. They had given themselves wholly, becoming Death Angels, and should no longer harbor the emotions and thoughts of ordinary people.
Anat told himself the same.
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His mission was to bring destruction to the Empire’s enemies, to the Alliance’s enemies, to protect humanity, the Empire, and the Alliance.
His parents were certainly subjects of the Empire, citizens of the Alliance, and there was no conflict between the two.
The threat to his family from the missiles flying in from the west, as well as the damage they caused to the Alliance, were completely aligned, even overlapping.
This stoked the flames of his fury.
He desperately wanted to bring the fire of death to those enemies daring to harm what he was resolved to protect.
And his chance was coming soon.
The Allied Air Force’s Wind Falcons swiftly descended upon the Phoenix Monastery, and their warband leader appeared before them.