Sigcon Starfield.

Meanwhile, in the circular conference hall of the Sigcon Federation, the suffocating atmosphere was almost unbearable. The red alert flashing continuously on the holographic projection reflected the solemn faces of everyone present.

"What should we do?"

A congressman in a dark blue robe finally broke the silence, his voice trembling with barely concealed fear.

The Zisen Holy Empire was a terrifying entity that had conquered vast starfields with overwhelming power. And now, this behemoth had set its sights on the Sigcon Starfield.

Their options were limited, and their chances of resisting were slim!

The newly appointed Chairman Aoweir tightly gripped the resignation letter left by the previous chairman, his knuckles turning white from the force. The old fox not only took vast treasures with him but also left him with this mess to clean up.

"Perhaps surrender will save the people…"

Another congressman began to speak, but was immediately interrupted by fierce opposition.

"Surrender? How can you live with yourself after breaking the oath of the Federation's founders?"

Aoweir slowly stood up and scanned every congressman in the room.

"Send the highest urgency message to all factions hostile to Zisen, and make it clear that if they do not come to our aid, they will be kneeling before Empress Zisen in the next era!"

As the crowd hurriedly left to execute his orders, an intelligence officer suddenly burst into the room, and the holographic screen displayed the situation in the Northern Starfield.

"Esteemed Chairman, an unknown force has appeared in the Northern Starfield, having already captured seven star systems!"

"Their flag is... the Life Sprout emblem!"

...

Somewhere in space.

Elizabeth was cleaving through the final line of defense with her Holy Light Greatsword.

Her battle-worn robe, dusted with stardust, fluttered in the vacuum, and the general known as the God of War, the Saintwing Marshal, let out a triumphant roar!

She had now reached the Sanctuary Lord rank, and her aura was thick and powerful.

Wherever her sword pointed, enemy ships turned into vibrant fireworks!

Her five-million-strong starborn army moved like a well-oiled killing machine, reducing all resistance to cosmic dust.

After years of waiting, the army she personally built had finally shown its sharp fangs!

In the highest command room of Dalton, Walter was reporting the situation to Leo.

"President, Marshal Elizabeth has controlled the seventh star system, encountering no significant resistance."

Leo gazed at the silent light points on the star map, tapping a flashing red dot.

"They are observing. It's a common trait among all beings: they won't take action until the fire spreads to them…"

"Send orders to the Southern Starfield, dispatch the Hat squad, and I want detailed intelligence on each civilization."

"Understood!"

Leo's gaze pierced the vast Starsea, where no visible enemy could match Dalton's power. With the many contingencies he had set in place, his position seemed secure.

It was time to turn his attention away from the day-to-day management of Dalton.

With that thought, Leo's lips curled into a faint smile, and with a swift motion, he waved his hand.

A rift in space opened in response.

He stepped forward, his figure vanishing into thin air.

...

In the borderlands of the Zisen Starfield, Holy Empire.

On the desolate satellite ground, three million Imperial soldiers stood in perfect formation, their holy silver armor glowing with the light of the stars.

Steadfast stood at the front of the army, his Holy Sword gleaming with a chilling light.

"General, all combat units have completed their final deployment."

An aide stepped forward to report, his voice muffled and solemn within his heavy helmet.

Steadfast's gaze swept over the waiting formations, and his calm voice echoed across the plains.

"Send orders to all divisions, await the Empress's final command."

"By the Empress's oath!"

The aide placed his right hand on his chest and saluted before turning to rejoin the ranks.

At that moment, the fabric of space was suddenly torn apart by a powerful force.

Fiona descended from the sky with her four Starshine dragon wings unfurled!

"Apologies for my tardiness, General Steadfast!"

"The Empress has given the order to begin the campaign! May the Star Spirits guide our path!"

Fiona landed gracefully beside Steadfast, her dragon wings folding with a gentle breeze.

Steadfast sharply sensed the fully suppressed aura surrounding her and his expression shifted slightly.

Had it been earlier, he would have believed this to be a protective gift from the Empress herself.

But after the Grand Mage's warning, he quietly adjusted his mindset.

Still, he gave no further thought to it. Either way, it wouldn't harm him.

He silently brushed his fingers over the gem-encrusted hilt of his sword, his gaze sharpening.

"All units, stand by!"

He raised his Holy Sword high, his voice booming like thunder across the stars.

"In the name of the Eternal Empire, let the campaign begin!"

A million holy spears plunged into the ground in unison.

In the deafening roar, a massive rift in space appeared, stretching across the heavens.

On the other side of the rift, the nebula of the Sigcon Starfield slowly spun into view.

...

At the Holy Empire Palace.

Hathaway sat gracefully on her throne, the Empire's energy cascading down like a golden waterfall, forming a brilliant halo around her.

The sacred carvings on the walls seemed to awaken, resonating with the star-tear necklace she wore around her neck.

This was the blessing of the entire Empire's power!

The stronger the Empire became, the greater its domain, the more power she could draw from it!

This was the reason she worked so tirelessly to build the Empire. She sought to use the endless power of belief to fulfill her ultimate goal!

The immense light blossomed from her, and she felt an incomparable sense of satisfaction as the ceaseless flow of energy filled her.

At that moment, she heard a soft set of footsteps approaching, but Hathaway remained unaware.

Until a large, warm hand gently rested on her shoulder.

She flinched slightly, but then relaxed.

"This is the first time I've seen you in your royal robes."

Leo's voice held a note of unexpected surprise.

"It suits you even more than the Elven Moonlight attire."

That had been a gift Leo had bought for Hathaway when he was younger, worth a great deal of money.

Interestingly, it had been a cheap imitation!

But at the time, Leo had no idea. By the time he discovered the truth, the shop had been wiped off the map by his enemies...

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Hathaway's lips curled into a beautiful smile.

"How do you like it? It looks good, doesn't it?"

"Simply the work of a Divine Being!"

His answer was immediate, and he traced his fingers over the starborn patterns on the royal robe.

"But I still have the Moonlight attire, always to remind myself of how absurd your taste was, Leo. You bought a fake and never even realized it!"

"Hahahaha…"

The two shared a knowing laugh.

By now, Leo had reached the peak of what this realm could accommodate, only half a step away from a higher rank.

That was why even Hathaway hadn't sensed him in advance.

"What's this, not even a short time has passed, and you're already missing me?" Hathaway tilted her head slightly, a playful look in her eyes.

Inside, though, she was filled with joy.

There was always happiness in knowing that her lover missed her.

Leo chuckled softly and leaned in close to her ear.

"Don't you miss me?"

A faint blush rose on Hathaway's cheeks.

She was about to respond when she suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air, Leo having swept her off her feet.

"Ah!"

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