Chapter 369: Ch

The galaxy was stunned. Before either empire could muster a response, the Dark Sun defensive fleet launched strikes against their border stations, pinning them down. Meanwhile, the Legion of Dark Angels pushed deep into the Holy Angel Empire’s territory, capturing an entire star system in just three days.

The two empires fell into a desperate dilemma. Attacked from three sides and losing ground rapidly, they had no idea where to send reinforcements first. In the end, they were forced onto the defensive, unable to mount any effective counteroffensive against the three-nation alliance’s coordinated assaults across multiple regions of their own territory.

For both the Holy Light Angel Empire and the Blood Moon Empire, the pincer and coordinated assaults launched on two fronts by the Dark Sun Empire—alongside the legions of the Dark Angel and Blood Wolf clans—left them reeling. Everything had been prepared in advance, giving no time for either empire to react or organize a proper response.

As the days passed, their disadvantages only grew. Yet, after a week, the defensive line against the Dark Sun Empire somehow held—for both empires—though at the cost of immense sacrifice.

However, the same could not be said for the other fronts.

Against the legions of Dark Angels, the Holy Empire was unable to hold. Once again, they lost two entire star systems along their dark-side frontier. And on the Blood Moon Empire’s side, events unfolded in much the same way, with their defences faltering under relentless pressure.

And as the days passed, the situation only grew worse for the two empires.

In the week and three days since the offensive began between the five tier-one powers, constant updates had been pouring in from the galactic rim. Reports detailed the fall of the Fang Systems, followed by many others. By this point, more than 25 percent of Minotaur territory had collapsed—amounting to no fewer than 35 star systems.

With each fallen Minotaur system, major media networks broadcast live coverage. Every report showed the same devastation, while pushing a consistent narrative—portraying the Void Fleet as the greater evil for the methods it employed.

For a time, this did draw attention.

But it was quickly overshadowed.

More explosive developments emerged from the clashes between the five tier-one empires—the scale, intensity, and constant shifts in momentum capturing far greater interest. Alongside these were numerous other conflicts breaking out between tier-one and tier-two powers across different regions.

In comparison, news of the Void Fleet—despite being a newly rising power—gradually lost its appeal. After all, it was engaged in a prolonged campaign against a lower-tier opponent, and the drawn-out nature of the conflict made it, in the eyes of many netizens, far less compelling.

User_Light of the lord : “How dare you, clown of the Dark Sun Empire, attack the regions under the Holy Ruler! Do you not fear the wrath of the Lord? How dare you people do this to us!”

User_the soldier of the dark sun: “What fear of your so-called holy lord? Do you think the Dark Sun Empire lacks the power to hold the skies? And do you not have eyes? Can’t you see the state your empire is in? You are constantly being pushed back by our brave forces, coordinated with the Legion of Dark Angels. If anything, you should welcome your brothers from the darkness, people of the Holy Light Angel Empire… hahaha!”

Another voice joined in:

User_Hail lord Lucifer: “Sigh… our brothers from the other side have no decency at all. They should have welcomed us with flowers, yet instead they greeted us with a barrage of attacks.”

While the netizens of the Holy Light Empire argued with righteousness, they were relentlessly mocked by those from the Dark Sun Empire and the Legion of Dark Angels. The exchanges grew so chaotic that many could barely form proper arguments anymore.

Most people didn’t even know the full situation. The Galactic Net remained heavily restricted within their empires. Even in regions where access existed, news about the attacks and the true state of the war was carefully concealed.

And so, another week passed.

The Legions of Dark Angels within the Holy Angel Empire, along with the Blood Wolf Clan of the Blood Moon Empire, supported by the Dark Sun Empire, maintained constant pressure along the borders. This forced both the Holy and Moon Empires to focus their forces defensively, preventing them from launching counteroffensives.

Meanwhile, the Dark Angels and Blood Wolves advanced steadily.

In total, ten star systems—each rich in vital resources—fell under their control.

Three days later, explosive news shook the network.

A semi-fleet from the Holy regions, en route to reinforce defensive positions near the Treasure Vault Realm, had been preparing a counterattack. Their goal was clear: challenge the Dark Sun Empire’s Grand Fleet, reclaim the realm, and potentially turn the tide of war.

But fate had some different plans much to the dislike of the holy light angel empire .

A sub-fleet carrying critical supplies was suddenly ambushed in a remote star system— within outer region of Holy Light territory, far from any defensive line on the outer edge and even within the outer inner zones.

The battle was swift and decisive. Though the sub-fleet was quick to react, mounting a defense while attempting to break through and escape, their efforts proved futile.

Unfortunately for the sub-fleet, the enemy that had surrounded them was vast in number, and they feared neither the desperate offensive launched against them nor the cost of their advance.

They shrugged off their losses as if those fallen were not their own brothers-in-arms—something no conventional army would ever do. However bloodthirsty soldiers may be toward their enemies, there is always a sense of attachment to their own. Yet here, no such emotion was visible.

The attacking fleet pressed on relentlessly, like hounds that had caught their prey, showing no hesitation, no grief—only a cold, unyielding drive to destroy.

After two whole hours of battle, their pirate-like parties had annihilated the last remnants of the sub-fleet’s offensive capability. What followed was chaos. They seized supplies in a frenzy, even turning on one another in brief, savage clashes before finally making their escape.

The news spread rapidly.

A nearby defense station immediately dispatched a powerful fleet to secure the area and protect what remained. But they were too late.

What awaited them was silence… and ruin.

Destroyed ships drifted aimlessly in space. Broken mechs and shattered fighters floated among the debris, lifeless remnants of a brutal ambush.

“Damn… whoever did this was incredibly cunning,” one netizen by user name_the real absolute commented. “To set up an ambush at the intersection of two defense zones, succeed, and escape without a trace… isn’t that almost a miracle?”

Others focused on a serious question:

“How did they know the fleet’s movements? And then even escape taking all the supplies” pointed out the User_ the detective rat

“Traitors… we have traitors among us!” while the Voices from the Holy Light Empire erupted in absolute fury.

The_dedicated worshiper of the lord commented “Those wretched souls have abandoned the Lord’s light and embraced the darkness of demons! Disgusting! How dare they leak such confidential information about their own empire!”

While some continued to analysing the situation still, others kept on lashing out blindly, hunting for those responsible—crushing anyone even suspected of betrayal on the net.

Another week passed, and this time the events drew the attention of vast numbers across the galaxy. The matter could no longer remain in the shadows. It was finally revealed—through the surviving Minotaurs of the Fang Star System—who the unknown fleet truly was.

A name spread like wildfire. The faction called itself the Void Fleet… but the Minotaurs gave it a far more provocative title: the Void Human Empire.

Their race—Human.

Hearing this, people across the galaxy watching the live broadcast were stunned for a moment. A single thought echoed through countless minds—humans?

A weak race like them possessing such strength? Since when? Weren’t they known as the weakest race in the galaxy… treated as slaves?

Such thoughts began to surface and spread in the minds of many.

Yet, the broadcast continued.

Their origin—within the former Forbidden Zone, now revealed to be part of a Holy Region.

In a shocking declaration made before a galactic audience, the Minotaurs openly claimed that the region they once explored was not merely dangerous or mysterious, but an ancient Holy Region of immense significance.

During the broadcast, a Minotaur representative spoke in a trembling, furious tone, his words almost stumbling over themselves in rage:

“These Void Humans… they existed within the bounds of the demonic artifice that once sealed that region. By sheer fortune, they survived where none should have. Not only that—they uncovered the legacy of the ancient titans who once ruled that Holy Region!”

Only after these words did many watching the broadcast in their homes have their confusion cleared.

“So it’s like that, huh…”

They had stumbled upon the legacy of ancient, top-tier powers… that must be it. Such thoughts began to appear and spread rapidly in the minds of netizens.

Meanwhile, the broadcast continued, and the Minotaur—his breathing growing heavier, more erratic—pressed on as he spoke.

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