Amelia had analyzed this battle countless times. Observing from a macro perspective, the style of command exercised by the opponent was strikingly similar to Kexiao's, even to the extent that it could be considered a mimicry of his every move. The seemingly steady and methodical approach lacked strategic detail, resembling a soulless chess player, offering form without substance.

Following that incident, the Saudi media did not pursue further coverage, which in turn became an indirect confirmation of a signal: Kexiao probably had no chance of survival. If he were still alive, it would make both emotional and rational sense for state media not to hide such morale-boosting news.

Moreover, since the opposition had been continuously imitating Kexiao despite suffering defeats, Amelia couldn't help but associate her current adversary with a bunch of incapable political bureaucrats.

In Saudi, a country impeccably ruled by numerous family factions, under Shakespeare's tyrannical monarchy, the social strata were particularly distinct. The nobility enjoyed a privileged life beyond the law, while the slave class might be considered less than a pet dog.

But who knew that Shakespeare was merely a pitiable puppet displayed in public? The real power over life and death still lay perfectly controlled by the National Assembly.

To that group of duplicitous politicians, the war was of no concern beyond monetary interests. Compared to war, their mastery of power plays was unique. For the sake of personal gain, they would not hesitate to deplete significant national strength to attack Vafidia (Mardis) and exploit its resources, even neglecting the rise and fall of the state to develop meaningless technologies like the unproducible artificial intelligence Yita, with wasteful investments.

These family factions, like a pack of hungry wolves, all wanted to stand out among the group. Their uncontrolled exploitation was intended only to solidify their political positions and secure more benefits for themselves, yet they were bound to this war chariot, constantly engaging in deceitful struggles.

Today, in Saudi, the educational system was no longer bent towards war; however, they would still incite wars for profit.

Such a country was not at all to be feared. No matter how profound its heritage, it would have its resources completely exhausted in the face of an unbridled storm. Although the Federation was still developing, surpassing it was merely a matter of time.

What truly deserved dread was Kexiao. Following Vivian's defection, he was the leader unanimously pushed to the forefront by the major families. He not only possessed a meticulous brain, but his military talent was also no less than her own.

When facing Kexiao, Amelia could find no opportunity whatsoever. Who would have thought he would end up like this? Of course, initially, Amelia did not believe it, but she was more aware than anyone of the current headless state of the Blazing Fleet. Feng Yi was not in the fleet, and there was no news from him anywhere, meaning that he and Kexiao might have both...

This was the piece of news Amelia couldn't let go of, she found it hard to accept that the foolish boy who didn't care about her, that he would one day just...

But life had to go on, and the war continued. The gears of time did not stop for anyone's emotions. Regarding this matter, Amelia only tried as much as possible to pull herself out of her sadness.

In less than a month after the incident, the Normandy and Empire fleets had fought no fewer than 20 battles, with both sides suffering casualties.

Worth noting was the consistently high casualty rate of the Imperial soldiers. In contrast, in our fleet's command room, news of victories were received daily. The intelligence navigators seemed to have gotten used to the announcements of victories, and when the news was released every day, the excitement had already diminished.

From small-scale engagements to global strategy, even if our military were defeated, the casualty losses were kept within an entirely acceptable range. This incited a growing impulse in Amelia to take a significant gamble, her heart racing with the thought, although she still harbored a trace of unease.

Intuition told her that everything was coming too easily—unnaturally so.

And the outcome, at every moment, corrected her judgment that success was not coincidental. What was lacking was an opponent to match against, a leader without Kexiao simply posed no threat.

With a host of military advisers strategizing every day, the group would find countless excuses for victory, tirelessly and repeatedly simulating scenarios for a minor win into the night.

And with Amelia being in a state of low spirits, for a moment, even her tranquil heart was shaken... Yes, the prevailing belief was that Kexiao had died, and in mutual destruction with Feng Yi, for only Feng Yi could have pushed Kexiao to such extremes.

Feng Yi expressed that he was still very much alive and doing quite well, thank you. Strolling through the picturesque villages on Chimera Star, occasionally sitting by the street for a modest glass of wine was simply delightful.

Just stepping out of Immortal Mountain, Feng Yi found that his wrist communicator finally had a signal. Most of the programs he received were local news, with some coverage on the world war, though relatively less.

From the news programs, Feng Yi gained three pieces of intelligence that excited him immensely. One of them he found so unbelievable that he couldn't fathom such a significant event had happened over the past several days.

Through the communicator's screen, he heard the broadcaster's voice, clear as a bell: "The Normandy Fleet is still engaged with Saudi in the Bermuda Galaxy. As allies, the soldiers of the Yate Federation have demonstrated excellent combat qualities in multiple battles, which are inseparable from the commander's leadership. We continue to follow further developments in the war closely."

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