Colonial Suit

Regardless of Blood瞳's situation, the First Prince's war continued, and very smoothly.

In the endless void, the First Prince's fleet surged forward, wave after wave, like locusts charging towards the Gate of Dawn. Countless magnificent golden turrets fired beams of light energy, and warships were constantly pierced and exploded, with more warships filling their place. The glow of light energy shields flickered in the void, like shining stars.

In such a fierce battlefield, timing had to be calculated in microseconds. Every instant, countless light energy beams intersected, leaving almost no reaction time for the combat personnel. Only cosmic warriors powerful enough to be meteor-class or higher could move freely in such an environment, seeking opportunities in the thousands of data exchanges per second.

Fortunately, both the First Prince and the Empress had enough confidence.

The First Prince's Royal Knights had already launched a surprise attack under the cover of the warships, and the Empress's Temple Knights were also defending with all their might. It was just a pity that in the previous war, the First Prince's side had already seized the main light energy nodes, causing the balance of this battle to tilt from the beginning. As more light energy relay ships merged into the sub-rule network, Xie's control over the sub-rule network was also constantly expanding.

For the Boca race, the sub-rule network and light energy nodes meant the logistics and background of the war. Whether or not there was infinite blessing from the sub-rules and light energy was a completely different matter. Therefore, whoever could dominate the sub-rule network and light energy nodes could strive for a greater advantage, even an absolute advantage.

In this regard, the Empress was gradually falling behind. After losing the main light energy nodes, her subordinates could only rely on the blessing of the Gate of Dawn to fight, far inferior to the First Prince's subordinates. Therefore, when the number of warships lost on both sides reached thousands, the outcome of the war was already determined.

In the void, thousands of light energy relay ships were already in place, opening umbrella-shaped light energy transceivers, looking like golden flowers blooming in the void. But the feeling it gave to the Empress's fleet was despair. 87% of the sub-rule network and light energy coverage had fallen under the control of the First Prince. Except for the area near the Gate of Dawn, the Empress's party could not get any support.

"Retreat! We retreat to the Dawn Throne!" A handsome man wearing a large red cloak and covered in magnificent golden armor said, with three golden runes floating behind him, like ancient paintings, exuding a mysterious yet sacred meaning.

He was the commander of the Temple Knights, a member of the Boca race, a strong supporter of the Empress, Mobeck, the "Scattering Light".

As the most outstanding elite of the Boca race after the great chaos, he became famous thousands of years earlier than the First Prince Xie, and he was very powerful. It was said that he had already surpassed the peak of the star level. Whether the First Prince Xie could ascend to the throne, he was the main stumbling block.

It was a pity that war would not shift according to personal will. After losing control of the sub-rule network, even Mobeck had to admit that he could not stop Xie. The only way now was to enter the Dawn Throne and continue to resist with the sub-rule core and light energy core there. The advantage was that his subordinates would no longer be in danger of lacking support, but the disadvantage was that the strong on the First Prince's side would also get the same blessing.

The Dawn Throne was the birthplace of the Boca race, and all Boca races would be treated equally.

"Lord, we can't do this, we can still fight!" A Temple Knight shouted loudly, his voice full of sorrow.

The Temple Knights were the pride of the Boca race, but if they failed even in this war, their glory would probably be wiped out in the long river of history.

It was a pity that Mobeck could not change this. The Temple Knights were glorious, but the Empress's throne was more important.

"Retreat, this is an order."

After he finished speaking, he flicked his cloak and turned to walk towards the rear passage.

In the void, the Empress's warships began to retreat. The huge Gate of Dawn slowly rotated, and the patterns within gradually became real, unfolding like flower stamens…

"We won!" Cheers rang out in the First Prince's fleet channel, and everyone shouted wildly.

Only Xie, on the mother ship in the rear, still calmly played with the hexagram in his hand.

"Giving up so early doesn't seem like Mobeck's style. I thought he would hold out until the end of the fleet battle…"

"Lord Mobeck is also an excellent commander. Continuing to fight in an environment where the sub-rule network is lost is only self-destruction." A man also wearing golden armor said beside Xie. He was the Third Legion Commander of the Royal Knights, Giles, the "Negative Light Walker".

He stared intently at the huge hexagram in the void, and said softly, "Your Highness, now that the Gate of Dawn is open, it's time to take the next step."

"Do you have any plans, Giles?"

"Everything follows your will. The great… Your Majesty."

"Don't change the title so early, my Legion Commander. Because this time is not just my stage, but yours as well." Xie's fingers tapped slightly on the hexagram, as if pressing invisible codes. "Regarding this battle for the throne, I have an idea."

"Please instruct."

Giles knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"This time, I may not face Mobeck."

"What?" Giles raised his head in surprise. "As your old opponent, don't you want to end his glory with your own hands?"

"That's not something to be proud of, my Legion Commander." Xie shook his head, his eyes becoming deep. "Because I have more important things to do. In the face of the future of the Boca race, personal honor and disgrace are insignificant. A Mobeck is no longer in my eyes."

"My only goal is the Empress's throne."

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"Although Mobeck is important, I think the Empress will definitely not let him guard before the palace. He must protect the other cores of the Dawn Throne. That's what a commander should do. My enemy will be the Empress and my sister."

"So… Mobeck and his subordinates must be handed over to others, such as… you."

"Really?" Giles's voice trembled. Being able to fight against a well-known figure of the Boca race was the glory of his legion commander, something to boast about for eternity. How could he not be excited, how could he not yearn for it?

It was a pity that no matter how much he expected it, the difference in strength was still there. A legion commander could never be a match for the commander of the Temple Knights.

"You still need some helpers. I happen to have these."

"The human and other races' allies have been waiting for a long time. They should have a place in this war."

Xie smiled, but the depths of his eyes became even colder.

"The value of allies lies in sacrifice…"

"Giles, let them be your temporary subordinates. You must use them well. Let them emit suitable light and heat at the right time and in the right place. Of course, it's best if this light is a little more gorgeous and a little more exciting, only then will it be worthy of my ascension to the throne."

"Everything, as you wish." Giles lowered his head, a sinister smile also appearing on his face. (To be continued…)