“We demanded unconditional surrender for a reason, so that after everything is over, we can treat everyone equally, and I have no plans of making an exception for your people specifically. However, I can promise you that we already have a vaccine that will ensure no one else will be able to attack your civilization through the same weakness,” Aron said calmly, responding to Kasron’s request for a conditional surrender, where he wanted to add a few conditions backed by a mana oath to guarantee the highest level of protection and privilege possible for his civilization.Kasron closed his eyes when his request was denied. The only saving grace was the emperor's words, which hinted that he was going to treat all civilizations equally. Although being treated equally would be a downgrade from the privileges they were used to, it was a relief that they would not be actively mistreated. The most convincing part was the vaccine aspect, as it meant the emperor was not planning on keeping that w

Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle.Wind could be heard moving across a very large, flat ground, peacefully creating a beautiful scene and sound for anyone who had the chance to witness it.Unfortunately, the scene didn't remain like that for long. Within seconds, it slowly started being filled with millions upon millions of soldiers in dress uniforms, all standing at attention, arranged neatly in thousand-by-thousand groups. With each passing second, more and more of them appeared on the ground, covering everywhere visible on the flat plane until it was impossible to see from one end to the other without the horizon entering the equation. It would have been, had it been a real planet and not just a flat plane instance in the simulation.A total of five hundred million imperial soldiers, the entirety of the imperial military force, were currently in full attendance. Despite that, not a single sound came from them other than the fluttering of their uniforms in the wind and the unison sound

“Why would you do that?” a Xor’Vak soldier asked, his voice shaking the air around them, making it clear that he was filled with rage.Unfortunately for him, that was as far as he could go in expressing his rage since his body was in no condition to do anything else about it; blood-filled mucus was currently trickling from his nose, which, in his fully transformed draconic form, was in the amount of liters.Though every civilization in the top ten had something they were strong in, all of them were weaker in a single thing compared to the Zelvora: mental attacks. Previously, whenever a Zelvora was around them, all of those who could would have had their mental defenses at the maximum possible level at all times. But the current situation had been perfectly set to remove that, as they had gained something from having fought together: trust.Maintaining those mental defenses consumed large amounts of mana, mana which was needed to deal with other, more important and present threats. The

After an arduous twenty minutes of imperial ships fighting to reach the capital planet, where the controlling AI deployed different tactics to ensure as many ships as possible arrived at the outer spatial shield, out of the more than a million ships sent through the surviving wormholes, nearly half of them were already destroyed. This was while the AI, capable of reacting faster than any human, was controlling them. Had it been humans controlling the ships, nearly a third of them would have been lost in the opening minutes of the fight.Even with such a large loss of ships, the amount that survived the spatial storms was considered more than expected. As soon as they were close to the vicinity of the spatial shield, they all, in unison, activated their spatial locks, forcefully stabilizing the unruly and unstabilized space. The ships slowly started adjusting themselves and their movements to surround the planet in all directions, bathing it with spatial locks. The moment the encircle

Just as predicted, a week was all it took for the remaining Conclave civilizations, minus the Xor’Vak, to fall. It was a period of time that would not even be considered a second if their history of existence was condensed into a year. But within that timeframe, their famed might, glory, control, and everything was lost, as all the remaining people of their civilizations were now fully inside Medpods, kept in stasis.During that time, the noise around the top civilizations' feeds not being shown had also grown to an amount that the empire had deemed was enough to finally warrant their need to address the situation.“I think we should postpone addressing it until we have everyone inside the Medpods,” Youssef, the Minister of the Exterior, suggested. He didn’t look like someone whose department was about to become irrelevant at all, as he knew that they were not yet in a situation for that to happen. Even if they were, the empire would most likely just appoint him to another position, w