Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

As the black hole bomb exploded, the entire universe seemed to tremble, and a deafening roar echoed in the dark space.

In the shock wave of the explosion, a huge and mysterious black hole slowly emerged.

This black hole is like a giant beast in the universe with its bloody mouth wide open, swallowing all matter and energy that approaches it.

A huge black hole was released at the top of the star destroyer, like a black sun hanging in the universe.

This black hole symbolizes endless nothingness, and its gravitational field is strong enough to distort space and time, making it impossible for any object that approaches it to escape.

The power of the black hole bomb was incredible. The terrifying force it released instantly sucked the star destroyer into the center of the black hole.

This once majestic star destroyer has now become so small, like a fallen leaf caught in a storm.

Then, the black hole's gravity began to take effect, shredding the Star Destroyer's hull into pieces.

These fragments continue to rotate and collide under the strong gravity of the black hole, and are eventually compressed into tiny particles.

Countless crew members were transformed into molecular objects by the black hole, and their bodies were torn into the most basic elements by the black hole's gravity.

These molecular objects constantly rotate and rub against each other inside the black hole, generating extremely high temperatures and pressures.

Eventually, these molecules were completely crushed and disappeared without a trace.

"It looks like a success. The black hole bomb is a feasible weapon..."

Ren stood in front of the big screen and watched this scene. His expression was serious and focused, and his eyes revealed a calmness and determination.

On the screen, one can clearly see one warship after another loaded with bombs crashing into the Imperial fleet. These warships are like moths to a flame, rushing towards the enemy without hesitation, showing fearless courage and spirit of sacrifice.

However, at this moment, a shadowy figure in a gorgeous robe quietly appeared behind Blade.

This phantom exudes a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it possesses endless power and wisdom.

The moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the room became solemn, and almost all the Nova Federation members present felt an invisible pressure.

Ren frowned slightly, turned around, and stared at the figure that suddenly appeared.

He didn't seem surprised by the man's arrival, but there was still a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"Blade, I remember I said not to launch suicide attacks, right? Every soldier is a member of the Path of Glory, their lives should not disappear like this..." The shadow's voice was low and majestic, with an unquestionable tone.

His words moved everyone present, because they knew that this phantom represented supreme power and authority.

"The Supreme Tribe..."

Blade turned around, and although he was dissatisfied at this time, he still saluted the Supreme Clan in front of him with the etiquette unique to the warrior clan.

The shadow of this Supreme Being gradually became clearer, and the gorgeous robe slowly appeared in front of Ren's eyes.

"Sacrifices are inevitable, my lord."

The shadow of the Supreme Race slowly said, "Yes, but I would rather face them in a gentle way. After all, the enemy we are about to face is far more terrifying than the Human Empire."

"I don't understand, sir. The Human Federation has already been defeated by us. We have united the forces of almost the entire universe. Why? Why do we still need to..."

"Because we have never defeated the true Human Federation..." The phantom of the Supreme Race slowly recovered.

Blade remained silent until the shadow of the Supreme Race completely disappeared, which meant that the communication had been disconnected.

"What should we do next, Blade?" Viona walked to Blade's side and asked softly, with a trace of worry and uneasiness on her face.

Ren raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination. "There is an old saying in human history that a general may not obey orders from his sovereign when he is away from home. We will continue to carry out our combat mission. No matter what happens, we must intercept the fleet of the human empire here. This is our mission and our responsibility."

After saying this, Ren's eyes became cold and firm. He immediately issued a series of combat orders, adjusting the fleet's formation to prepare to meet the impending enemy.

However, just as Blade was about to plunge into the next fierce battle, Viona suddenly interrupted him.

"Blade, there are new orders from the Supreme Tribe..." Viona's tone was a little hesitant. She looked at Blade hesitantly, as if she didn't know how to start.

Blade frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He took the document handed to him by Viona and read it carefully. As he read deeper, his face became more gloomy.

"Capture a human empire's genetic warrior alive, and then try to interrogate him and persuade him to defect..." Blade whispered the key words in the order, with a flash of anger in his eyes. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Ren slowly stood up, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at the people around him with a stern gaze.

"What does this mean? It's difficult for us to even kill them, and now they want us to capture them alive?" someone questioned.

"This is the intention of the Supreme Tribe, Blade..." another voice replied.

Everyone fell into deep thought and the atmosphere became tense.

At this moment, Ren suddenly remembered something. He turned his head to look at Viona and said, "Go call Huigui."

Viona nodded and turned away.

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"Report the damage and reorganize the formation."

The commander-in-chief of the expeditionary fleet struggled to get up. The huge energy generated by the explosion just now almost caused the Executor-class dreadnought to suffer serious damage.

If it weren't for the naval crew's desperate efforts to change direction, this Executor-class dreadnought would have already sunk into the sea of ​​stars.

"Sir, the fleet has currently lost five Imperial-class Star Destroyers, several auxiliary warships and 167 TIE fighters..." A series of heartbreaking figures continued to come out of the reporter's mouth. These figures hit the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary fleet like a hammer, making his face even gloomier.

He never imagined that the military potential of the Nova Federation would far exceed the estimates of the High Lords Council.

At this moment, his heart was filled with regret and self-blame, and he was deeply worried about the outcome of this war.

"Arrange rescue ships to rescue the crew members of the sunken ships, and then inform the main force that the threat from the Nova Federation is far beyond our imagination."

"I don't think we should arrange a rescue ship, sir. All the destroyed warships have disappeared..."

As an officer's voice rang out, everyone realized that the wreckage of the star destroyers had disappeared without a trace, and only a few of their remaining warships were left in the dark deep space.