Super Mothership
Deep within the core of the Wolf Civilization’s defensive line.
A spindle-shaped celestial body, hundreds of kilometers tall, floated silently in the depths of space.
Most of this celestial body was composed of gray rock with a faint metallic sheen, its surface covered in countless traces of artificial excavation. Some areas were so flat it looked as if they had been sliced cleanly by a blade.
Its surface was riddled with deep, shadowy caverns, and more than a dozen long, straight metal rails extended outward like gigantic lightning rods, pointing in all directions. Overall, it resembled a bizarre, spiked beehive.
Inside the central command room of this “beehive.”
“First defensive line has suffered 80% losses—already breached. Second defensive line is in danger…”
“Communications are under continuous interference. Unable to accurately track enemy movements. Switching to backup communication system—efficiency down 30%!”
“The enemy’s assault is fierce. The frontline commanders request immediate reinforcements.”
“……”
The command room—filled with exotic architectural style—was in complete chaos. Not a single good report came from the front.
“Clan Leader! The enemy forces deployed this time are overwhelming. The second defensive line won’t hold for long!”
The Wolf Civilization’s defense system functioned like linked chains of fortifications—built from semipermanent defense structures supported by mobile warship units to form layers of interception.
A Ryan-tribe commander in golden armor sat at the highest seat, his expression dark as he watched emergency reports flood in from every corner of the defensive network.
He had short gray hair like a hedgehog, his age already advanced, yet he still radiated the fierce presence of a Ryan, a predator at the top of the food chain.
He was the Ryan Tribe’s clan leader—and the supreme commander of this battlefield.
Although many subsidiary races were present here, the Ryan Tribe possessed the strongest power and the largest elite forces, giving them absolute authority. The other races were mostly relegated to low-level cannon fodder.
“Hmph! What a cunning opponent!” the old clan leader growled in frustration.
Gemini’s surprise counterattack had struck right at their weak point.
In the previous battle, although they had defeated Gemini, their elite mech forces—the core of their combat power—had sustained severe losses, trading heavy casualties for victory.
More than 20% of their mechs were still in the hangars undergoing repairs and part replacement, unable to deploy anytime soon. Most of the remaining forces had returned to base for recovery and refueling.
This meant their main combat troops needed more time to mobilize. Without their elite mechs supporting the front, the defensive strength of the frontline had undeniably weakened.
Coupled with the fact that many fixed defense structures were still under repair, Gemini’s renewed assault grew even more ferocious. The collapse of the first defensive line had been inevitable.
“Order the frontline troops to abandon the second defensive line and retreat to the third line to regroup. Preserve manpower as much as possible—do not allow the enemy to divide and encircle us!” After a brief hesitation, the elder gave the decisive command.
In truth, as the wormhole continued expanding, the difficulty of defending—regardless of which side—would rise sharply.
In the coming battles, geographic advantage would gradually vanish. Neither side would be able to establish proper battle lines across such a vast area. The engineering required would rival constructing the Great Wall of ancient times.
Thus, the war would shift from positional defense to direct encounters. Abandoning the first two defensive lines had always been part of the clan leader’s strategy.
He just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.
“Also—order the Bronze Legion within the hive to assemble. They must be ready to reinforce the frontline at any moment!”
“Yes, sir!”
Although Gemini’s all-out assault was unexpected and had inflicted heavy damage, this battlefield was still their home turf. They still held the advantage in troop numbers. Once they reorganized, repelling the current attack shouldn’t be difficult.
“Huh? Clan Leader— the enemy is splitting their forces!” someone suddenly exclaimed.
“What?!” The old clan leader looked sharply at the battlefield star map.
Gemini’s invading fleet had divided into three separate formations, each pushing deeper toward Wolf territory.
This… wasn’t a formation suited for a frontal assault.
Were they trying to scatter Wolf defenses, then break through to encircle from behind? Or did they have some other purpose?
Wait!
The Ryan-tribe clan leader suddenly noticed that one of the enemy fleets was advancing toward a critical facility—one he absolutely had to protect…
Wormhole Expansion Device No. 1!
Was it just a coincidence… or had they finally been discovered?
The wormhole expansion devices were “miracle constructions” built by the Overlord Civilization at great cost. They held strategic importance and were prioritized as defense targets that must be protected at all costs.
If any were destroyed, the Ryan Tribe would surely face extremely severe punishment. This realization made the clan leader take the situation very seriously.
“Could the enemy have accidentally discovered the location of one of the expansion devices during the last battle?”
If the enemy had learned the secret of the wormhole expansion devices, then the other two enemy fleets were likely diversions—meant to scatter Ryan forces and conceal their true objective.
With limited intelligence, the old clan leader could only guess.
As a vassal civilization, the Ryan Tribe naturally had no right to learn the Overlord Civilization’s wormhole expansion technology in depth.
His scientific knowledge was also limited, so he could not imagine that Gemini’s technological capability was already high enough to deduce the coordinates of all three devices from small traces and clues.
As a result, he placed the main defense focus entirely on Expansion Device No. 1…
……
Soon, as orders were issued, tens of thousands of cyan-colored mechs poured out of the hive like a frenzied swarm of bees.
As soon as they left the mother structure, one group began gathering quickly and orderly, while another rushed toward the long metal rails protruding like lightning rods.
When the mechs’ toes lightly touched the rails—without any visible mechanical reaction—an invisible force slammed into them, catapulting them at high speed along the tracks toward various battlefields to reinforce the front.
But among the dense tide of mechs, one unit moved hesitantly—slow, confused, as if trapped at a crossroads in life…
Inside the cockpit, Spartacus stared at the tactical information shared to him with a face full of turmoil.
Nie Yun didn’t intend to merely assign him a mission—he very generously bundled the entire strategic plan devised by Gilard as a “newbie gift package,” delivering all of it to Spartacus.
Because their last concealment of true objectives had already offended the outsider legion, Gilard decided to be straightforward this time and released all strategic details to every senior officer without holding back.
Of course, Gilard could never have imagined… that among the senior officer corps, one “Gemini mole” had slipped in.
At first, Spartacus doubted the mission. Based on previous battle conditions, Gemini shouldn’t have known the location of any wormhole expansion devices.
But events unfolded exactly as described in the information.
The enemy indeed split into three fleets, and the deliberately exposed attack target perfectly matched the intel he had been given!
Spartacus finally realized—the information was likely genuine!
But who was the mysterious person helping him? Why help him at all? Why offer such precious intelligence? What was their intention?
Countless questions swirled chaotically in Spartacus’s mind.
But for now, the most important question was… how to complete the mission?
Based on current troop deployments, the Ryan forces had clearly been misled by the false target Gemini intentionally exposed, treating Expansion Device No. 1 as their main defense point.
If this continued, the enemy would succeed…
It was impossible for him alone to stop three enemy fleets. The only way to prevent the disaster was to pass the intel to the command staff. But that was the hardest part.
He was just a recently promoted high-level cannon fodder. Even if he submitted the intel… who would believe him?
And if they asked about its source—how was he supposed to answer?
Say he was “possessed by a system,” and this was his unique cheat ability?
If he reported Gemini’s conspiracy under his real name, no matter the result, he would never be rewarded. Instead, he would be subjected to the Wolf Civilization’s ten cruel tortures until he confessed the source.
Yet if he submitted the intel anonymously, the higher-ups would distrust information with no clear origin even more.
What if they believed it was an enemy trick?
“Argh… damn it!” Spartacus, who was certainly not the strategist type, scratched his head so hard it hurt.
He clearly held the key intel… yet the mission might fail simply because he couldn’t pass it along?
He didn’t want to die such a pathetic death!
How could he reveal the information without exposing himself, yet still make the upper command believe it?
Spartacus gritted his teeth—fine, then! If he died, he died!
He wrote an emotional anonymous letter:
“Honorable leaders, I am a Ryan warrior from the highland region of the homeworld. The purple soil there is filled with the intoxicating fragrance of thorn flowers, and the saber-toothed tiger’s fangs are quite adorable… (three thousand words omitted)
You may find this hard to believe, but when I left home today, I suddenly awakened the psychic ability ‘Great Prophecy Technique.’ The following is my prophetic vision…”
Drawing on his limited language ability and his distinctive dialect-laced storytelling, Spartacus finished the letter while sweating profusely. After checking it multiple times, he quietly launched a micro-signal transmitter, broadcasting the message openly.
“Now… it’s all up to fate…” Spartacus took one last look at the depths of the hive before turning and rushing toward the battlefield.
TL Note- Hero?
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