The ongoing battle between the Red Alert Empire and the Rota Empire continued relentlessly, keeping Marshal tirelessly occupied day after day.

At this moment, he fervently wished that His Majesty could dispatch a few Large Galaxy-class Powerhouses to relieve some of the pressure on his shoulders. But he knew it was not a realistic expectation; all the Large Galaxy-class Powerhouses had gone into hiding. Who would protect His Majesty?

Unbeknownst to him, at this very moment, His Majesty lay in the most expensive restoration chamber, immersed in nutrient fluids, in a deep slumber. His injuries were grave, and only this treatment could heal him, though it would take a considerable amount of time.

Members of the Shadow Hall were acting recklessly, unleashing a potent poison. Had Emperor not possessed the strength of a Small Galaxy-class himself, he might have perished instantly.

Before slipping into slumber, he issued a command for Marshal to return promptly!

A single command wasn't enough. Emperor sent one of his ministers directly, bearing his token as proof, to ensure that Marshal would obey. If Marshal dared to defy the order, Emperor had the authority to sever his head!

The minister, carrying Emperor's token, embarked on a swift Warship journey to the frontlines.

For the minister, the short few days felt like several years had passed. Upon reaching the designated location, he hurriedly located Marshal.

"Aren't you the Foreign Affairs Minister? What brings you all the way here?" Marshal was surprised to see a minister personally visiting the frontlines. In his experience, ministers, regardless of the scale of war, always remained on the Rota Star, never venturing even a step beyond. To put it nicely, they were there to ensure stability in the rear. Less kindly, they were afraid of dying!

The Foreign Affairs Minister had run all the way, his forehead dripping with sweat. He produced an object, a token crafted to resemble a star, bearing the insignia reserved for Emperor of the Rota Empire.

Upon seeing it, Marshal immediately saluted the token with utmost respect.

The Foreign Affairs Minister, upon witnessing Marshal's response, relaxed slightly, but he knew that the real challenge lay ahead.

"Marshal, I come bearing an important message from His Majesty, and I've brought this token. His Majesty has a crucial matter that requires your immediate return."

Marshal knew that this matter had to be exceptional, as His Majesty wouldn't entrust a minister with his token otherwise.

"I wonder what it is?"

"His Majesty has commanded you to return to the Rota Star immediately and provide personal protection for him!"

Marshal's expression shifted dramatically. He hadn't anticipated His Majesty's urgency in summoning him back. The frontline was in dire straits, and if he left, it would almost certainly fall. Without the frontline, how far could the Rota Star endure?

If it weren't for the fact that the order came from His Majesty himself, he might have shouted out in frustration!

Just as Marshal was about to respond, the minister whispered, "A few days ago, His Majesty was subjected to an assassination attempt and suffered severe injuries. He should still be in the restoration chamber now. Moreover, this is not the first attempt; there have been at least a dozen previous ones. After a thorough investigation, it was revealed that members of the Shadow Hall were behind the assassination attempts, with one of our own ministers acting as a traitor, aiding them in their attempts on His Majesty's life."

Marshal finally grasped the gravity of the situation. It explained why His Majesty was so eager for him to return. Without his protection and solely relying on Cheng Chao General, His Majesty's safety could not be guaranteed.

Marshal was now faced with a dilemma he had never encountered before. In his heart, he questioned whether his loyalty lay with His Majesty or with the Empire itself.

Surroundings were eerily quiet, and the Foreign Affairs Minister refrained from rushing Marshal; he knew that Marshal's choice would determine his future.

After several minutes had passed, Marshal turned to the minister, making his final decision.

"I shall remain on the frontlines, regardless of military orders!"

The minister sighed, understanding that Marshal had ultimately made this life-threatening choice.

"Very well, I know I can't persuade you. Just be prepared, His Majesty may take certain actions," the minister kindly advised.

"Thank you."

With that, the minister departed, and Marshal knew that the days ahead would be even more challenging, but he had resolved himself.

His loyalty was not to His Majesty, but to this Empire. He had loved this Empire since he was a child.

"Red Alert Empire, I will never let you cross this frontline!"

On the battlefield, the armies of the Red Alert Empire clashed fiercely with those of the Rota Empire. The battles raged not only in the starry sky but also on the surfaces of many planets.

In the area where they fought, not a single inhabited planet remained intact. The people on those planets had either been evacuated or perished. Such was the cruelty of war.

This time, the participants in the battle included the forces of the Red Alert Base, the Human Emperor's army, and the armies of gaming experts. [:D]

These three armies attacked the Rota Empire's frontline from various directions. It was clear to everyone that the Red Alert Empire had a significant advantage.

In terms of technology, the appearance of the Red Alert Empire's Stellar Spacecraft Carrier was a terrifying sight, unleashing countless Fighter Jets and Mechas, resembling a Zerg Hive!

When the Superweapons were deployed, they obliterated large swathes of Rota Empire Warships, impervious even to energy shields.

Regarding individual strength, the Rota Empire did have an edge, but the individual prowess of the Red Alert Empire was not to be underestimated. Apart from Marshal, most Generals could handle at least two opponents, and some could even handle one by themselves. How could they win under such circumstances?

From the beginning, the Rota Empire sensed that they were at a disadvantage.

They had always been aware that their Empire's technology was not particularly strong. Even though they had developed the technology to create a temporary space, it didn't make them invincible. Originally, this technology was intended to surprise the Red Alert Empire, but when one of their Generals took it to the Red Alert Empire, it backfired horribly.

The Red Alert Empire had already possessed this technology.

Emperor Ming Zhu Hui sat in the Command Room of a Warship, observing several battlefields around him with a faint smile on his face.

"Rota Empire probably won't hold out much longer, at most, not even a year. Red Alert Empire will then occupy vast star territories, and Rota Empire will become one of its territories. At that point, Red Alert Empire will truly be an Empire!"

Zhu Hui had always been aware that the Red Alert Empire was merely a self-proclaimed title, without recognition from other Empires. Without even a Large Galaxy, what could it be considered?

This time, Libra's disappearance had triggered Su Chen, leading to a full-scale war. Zhu Hui had been waiting for this moment.

"Old Zhou, you lazy fellow, can't you see I'm about to reach their frontline base?" Emperor Kong's voice rang out.

Zhu Hui checked, and it was indeed the case. However, he had an uneasy feeling about it, and he trusted his instincts.

Just as he was about to caution Emperor Kong to be careful, Emperor Kong's communication abruptly cut off. Simultaneously, he saw a brilliant fireworks display in the distance!

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