Chapter 48: The Terrifying Tian Yi: A One-Sided Massacre
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The Tianyi Expeditionary Force had journeyed for thirteen years at faster-than-light speed.
At Tianyi Star, 678.3 billion light-years away, on the outskirts of the G-Ω-7 supergalactic cluster, at the border of the Springtrick civilization’s territory.
Cold void, deathly silence. This was the desolate backyard of the universe, far removed from any known or unknown prosperous star regions.
Yet beneath this seemingly eternal stillness, an invisible killing intent, as tangible and chilling as ice, had firmly frozen the entire Springtrick civilization and its star domain in place.
The Tianyi High Command’s war room.
A massive circular holographic star map dominated the center of the chamber.
At this moment, the star map was divided into dozens of dynamic displays, streaming real-time data from distant battlefields—energy readings, spatial coordinates, and… dense clusters of blue lights representing their own units.
He Feng sat upright at the head of the command table. His face was expressionless, radiating only an icy calmness of absolute control.
It was as if the entity about to be erased was not a quasi-deity civilization with 300 billion souls, but merely a stain to be cleansed.
Along both sides of the table, senior military officers clad in silver armor sat solemnly. Their gazes were likewise fixed on the star map; even their breathing was deliberately subdued, fearful of shattering the deathly silence before the decisive battle.
Lucifer, the Chief of Staff, stood just behind He Feng’s side. His eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, swiftly scanned the dozens of tactical data screens floating before him.
“Report, Your Majesty! All departmental communication links are confirmed operational. Highest encryption protocols engaged, interference countermeasures running at full power.”
Lucifer’s deep voice broke the silence in the command room, metallic in texture.
He Feng gave a slight nod, his gaze remaining locked on the star map.
Lucifer took a deep breath and addressed the holographic communications array. His voice, transmitted via hyperspace encrypted channels, instantly crossed the gulf of hundreds of billions of light-years, clearly echoing in the communicators of all commanding officers engaged in the battle:
“Commanders of all units, report readiness status!”
His voice was like a cold steel cable, tautening everyone’s nerves.
The blockade cluster (550,000 troops, 10 corps):
On the star map, the massive cluster of blue lights representing the blockade cluster formed a shrinking, flickering giant ring radiating lethal cold, tightly encircling the entire Springtrick territory at a fixed distance of 0.5 light-years.
“First blockade zone, ‘Louis’ Corps, blockade arrays A1 to A7, in position!”
“All jump interceptors, spatial distortion field generators, and information black hole devices preheated! Energy shields at maximum power!” A steady, resolute voice answered first—the commander of the Louis Corps.
“Second blockade zone, ‘Henry’ Corps, blockade arrays B1 to B9, in position! Main cannons charging at 90%, locked on preset escape routes!”
“Third blockade zone, ‘Charlie’ Corps, blockade arrays C1 to C5, in position! Deep space detection network with no blind spots, full anti-stealth array active!”
“Fourth blockade zone…”
“Fifth blockade zone, ‘Knock’ Corps, core node of blockade array E, in position!”
“The flagship ‘Starshredder’s’ antimatter main cannon fully charged at 100%, ready to deliver covering fire! Jump blockade force field at peak intensity!”
Knock’s voice was full of iron-blooded martial spirit, his dark eyes flashing with bloodlust from the flagship’s command seat.
“Sixth blockade zone, ‘Dema’ Corps, blockade array F, in position! All star-destroyer cannon muzzles calibrated, orbital bombardment array on standby!”
Dema’s voice was calmer, but his brown eyes were equally sharp as knives. His corps was responsible for the area most likely to host escape attempts.
“Seventh blockade zone, ‘Philip’ Corps…”
“Eighth blockade zone, ‘Edward’ Corps…”
“Ninth blockade zone, ‘George’ Corps…”
“Tenth blockade zone, ‘Alfonso’ Corps, blockade array J, in position! Deep space torpedo arrays deployed to ensure no escapees!”
The voices of the ten corps commanders sounded in succession—cold, resolute, and brimming with destructive power.
550,000 elite Tianyi troops, like the universe’s coldest hunters, had already spread a net of death, trapping their prey tightly inside the cage.
On the star map, the blue glow of the blockade ring was stable and frigid, emanating a suffocating despair.
The infiltration cluster (50,000 elite super-soldiers):
The star map’s perspective rapidly zoomed in, penetrating into the core of the Springtrick territory.
The blue lights representing the infiltration cluster flickered like ghosts, densely concealed at the civilization’s most vital hearts and joints.
Most of these lights were in a “silent” state with extremely low energy radiation, only a few flickered to indicate command nodes.
“‘Decapitation’ task force, ‘Nest’ squad, targets: Springtrick homeworld’s Council Hall, High Command, planetary defense control center.
All squads have infiltrated the outer perimeter security of target buildings, camouflage mode perfect, no abnormalities detected. Awaiting orders.”
A man’s voice, void of emotion, reported—the commander responsible for the core decapitation strike on the homeworld.
“‘Decapitation’ task force, ‘Claw’ squad, targets: secondary command nodes and critical defense installations on the homeworld. In position. Patrol patterns of guards fully mapped.”
“‘Disconnection’ task force, ‘Starlight’ squad, target: flagship command center of the First Main Fleet, ‘Fang’.”
“Camouflage identity: flagship core engine maintenance engineer. Arrived at target area, no guard suspicion.” The voice carried a faint, barely perceptible mockery.
“‘Disconnection’ task force, ‘Abyss’ squad, target: flagship headquarters of the Second Main Fleet, ‘Bonehammer’.”
“Camouflage identity: headquarters cleaning crew. Target commander and staff are in routine morning meeting. In position.”
“‘Disconnection’ task force, ‘Reef’ squad, target: ‘Spine’ orbital defense fortress headquarters.”
“Camouflage identity: fortress energy system monitor. In position.”
“‘Wedge’ task force, ‘Breaker’ squad, target: G-7 system outer early warning outpost.”
“Peripheral patrols cleared, signals disguised, control of outpost main control room secured. In position.”
“‘Wedge’ task force, ‘Silent’ squad, target: H-3 system communications hub. Main external link secretly severed and implanted with our monitoring program. No abnormalities among internal guards. In position.”
“‘Wedge’ task force, ‘Scavenger’ squad, target: K-9 jump point defense platform. Infiltrated core platform area, control over main weapon system and jump disruptors obtained. In position.”
Dozens of infiltration squad commanders reported swiftly over encrypted channels, clear and cold.
Like the deadliest vipers, their fangs poised at the Springtrick civilization’s most vulnerable, most lethal vital points.
Posing as guards, engineers, cleaners, monitors… they blended perfectly into the gaps of Springtrick society, waiting only for the order to tear off their disguises and become death’s messengers.
The main assault cluster (operated concurrently with the blockade cluster):
Dema and Knock’s voices sounded again, now representing the main fleet poised to execute the “Scorching Sky” strike:
“Dema Corps main assault group, all star-destroyers and main cannons calibrate and lock onto preset target coordinates!”
“Antimatter reactors preheated to critical! Gamma ray cluster beams fully charged! Ready to unleash destruction!”
“Knock Corps main assault group, orbital bombardment arrays and gravitational singularity projectors on standby!”
“Target database loaded! Energy reserves at 100%! Awaiting fire command!”
On the star map, the massive cluster of lights representing the main assault fleet flickered with dangerous red hues behind the blockade arrays, like a volcano ready to erupt, containing the terrifying energy to incinerate stars.
Chief of Staff Lucifer rapidly integrated all information; every tactical green “ready” indicator on the screens lit up densely.
He turned to He Feng and struck his right fist heavily against his left chest, his voice solemn as a sacrificial vow:
“Your Majesty! All forces of ‘Operation Zero’ have been deployed according to plan!”
“Blockade cluster—Iron Curtain in place!”
“Infiltration cluster—Blade at the throat!”
“Main assault cluster—Destruction primed!”
“All commanders confirm: ready status!”
“Please, Your Majesty, issue the final command!”
The entire High Command war room fell into absolute silence.
All eyes fixed on the figure clad in black executive jacket.
The air seemed to congeal into lead, oppressive enough to suffocate.
On the star map, the glaring red glow over the Springtrick territory was like the last lament of a dying civilization.
He Feng’s gaze slowly lifted from the red-circled area on the map.
His eyes seemed to pierce through the alloy dome of the command room, through infinite space, resting on the slaughterhouse 678.3 billion light-years away.
Within his black pupils, no mercy, no hesitation—only pure, cold resolve to carry out the predetermined protocol.
Time seemed infinitely stretched at this moment.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
He Feng’s thin lips parted, voice low but clear, like the universe’s first thunderclap, undeniable and resolute, echoing throughout the High Command and instantly transmitted via encrypted channels to every blockade array, every lurking warship, every disguised angel warrior:
“Commence operation.”
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He paused slightly, as if tolling the final death knell for this civilization, then issued the ultimate verdict:
“Exterminate them.”
Order delivered!
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Springtrick homeworld, outside the Nest Council Dome, Third Security Outpost.
Two Springtrick sentinels clad in bulky flesh-colored exoskeleton armor idly fiddled with the energy indicators on their weapons with their short, thick, mucus-covered fingers.
The ever-present warm breeze on the homeworld carried a rot-infused sweetness that dulled their compound eyes.
Suddenly, from a shadow just behind the outpost, another “comrade” in standard exoskeleton armor moved without warning!
Not walking—exploding into action!
“Shhhk—!”
Amid the piercing sound of metal tearing, the Springtrick exoskeleton used as camouflage shattered like fragile eggshells from within, blasted apart by overwhelming force!
Countless twisted metal shards and fragments of camouflage coating scattered!
A figure emerged among the flying debris: golden hair like a burning sun, skin icy white as jade, a pair of massive, flawless white wings spreading fiercely behind him, whipping up a violent gust!
In his hand, a silver-white longsword streaked with ghostly blue electric patterns—the “Sword of Thunder”—was already drawn, humming deeply.
“Uhh…?”
One sentinel barely managed a short, meaningless croak, its compound eyes unable to fully focus on the attacker’s form.
Flash!
The silver-blue sword light, like the breath of death, vanished in an instant.
No earth-shattering clash, no flicker of energy shields.
The seemingly sturdy Springtrick exoskeleton, along with the flesh-colored body within, was cleanly cleaved as smoothly as hot knife through congealed fat!
Thick, foul-smelling green blood and shattered innards sprayed radially against the alloy walls and dome of the outpost under the sonic boom cloud generated by the attacker’s supersonic speed.
The golden-haired angel warrior did not glance once at the twitching corpses below; his white wings beat fiercely!
Boom—!
The deafening sonic boom finally arrived, like a tardy death knell!
He transformed into a golden-white streak tearing through the air, ignoring the defensive array’s alarm lights flashing and shrieking below, and charged with near-perfect straightness into the thick, totem-engraved alloy gates of the Nest Council!
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