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Chapter 334 Collision of Stars
As the teleportation runes lit up on the surface of Herson III, the entire planet emitted a mournful cry that seemed to tear through the void.

The frozen continental plates, like parchment scrolls ravaged by the gods, were twisted and deformed under the tearing force of dimensional forces.

The dark purple torrent of subspace transformed into billions of thirsty tentacles, coiling around this frozen world that had been dormant for millennia on the edge of the galaxy, brutally tearing apart the veil of physical laws.

The final binary prayer of the Archsage of the Mechanismic Cult sealed this death sentence that spanned the stars with a sacred mark.

The frozen cages containing billions of green-skinned orcs, along with the war behemoths forged from madness, scrap metal, and WAAAGH energy, were thrown into the undead world of Kiev.

The fates of the two planets trace a brilliant path of destruction across the dark curtain of the galaxy.

When Kherson III tore through the barrier of the real universe, the frozen planet transformed into a spear hurled by the gods, dragging a subspace tail that stretched across half the galaxy, and pierced the eternal throne of the Necromancer's dynasty with the force of a falling star.

The burst of light from the collision within the observation crystals of the orbital array plunged the entire observatory into a state of blinding panic.

Tens of thousands of black stone obelisks on the surface of Kyiv simultaneously emitted dying screams, forming a defensive matrix strong enough to withstand a stellar explosion, but crumbled like sandcastles the moment they came into contact.

When the two planets collided, the shockwaves hurled the surrounding burial city high into the sky, and the molten core of the Earth was compressed to the extreme, turning into a rain of fire that resembled the crimson fireworks that the Milky Way offered for this war.

When the chaotic energy storm subsided, the truth that had chilled all witnesses was finally revealed—beneath the broken ice shell of Herson III, an orc clan emblem large enough to cover the entire continent of Australia was exposed—the true identity of this frozen planet was actually an orc battle moon!

As the planetary structure collapsed, the Greenskin army, imprisoned by the low temperatures, swept across the land like a burst dam.

Their frost-covered muscle fibers crackled in the air, and the white mist exhaled from between their fangs was instantly ignited by their battle roars.

The collision between the WAAAGH force field and the Black Stone Matrix tore apart the spacetime structure, turning the entire battlefield into a nightmare tapestry where reality and illusion intertwined.

A necromancer's phase blade suddenly vanished during a slash, and an orc chariot traveled back in time ten minutes earlier during a charge.

Within the vortex of the warp storm, the phantoms of ancient orc warlords and undead pharaohs are reenacting their fateful duel from millions of years ago.

This green tidal wave, nurtured by fungal spores, swept across the continent of Kiev with overwhelming force. Hundreds of millions of orc boys roared deafeningly, their crude machetes slashing at the living metal bodies of undead warriors, sparks flying everywhere.

The tech masters spewed unstable green arcs of electricity from energy weapons cobbled together from scrap metal, blasting the black stone tomb defense nodes into a shower of flying metal fragments.

When the orcs' primal WAAAGH force field collided with the anti-psychic energy ripples released by the Necromancer's Obelisk, the entire battlefield instantly twisted and deformed.

The subspace storm tore reality apart like a shattered prism, causing the gravitational field to fluctuate erratically. In some areas, the air suddenly condensed into crystals, while in others, anti-gravity floating islands that defied the laws of physics appeared.

The soldiers caught in the turmoil were sometimes lifted up like feathers, and sometimes crushed into a pulp by a hundred times the force of gravity.

The orc warboss, riding a mechanically modified Oklin dragon, let out a deafening roar. With each step this steel behemoth, pieced together from corpses and scrap metal, left burning footprints on the frozen ground.

Behind it, dozens of ancient behemoths of various shapes advanced with earth-shaking strides. Their rough armor plates were covered with bloody totems, and the rocket pods on their backs spewed out dense contrails across the sky. Wherever this steel torrent passed, the Necromancer's outposts were crushed into dust like paper toys.

However, the undead overlord sitting in the tomb world had already foreseen this invasion.

His metallic fingers, glowing with an eerie green light, tapped the control interface, and the "Eternal Sphere" buried deep underground immediately awoke.

The torrent of stellar fragments released by this ancient artifact swept across the battlefield like a divine whip, vaporizing and evaporating tens of thousands of green-skinned war machines in pure white light, even breaking down their metal skeletons into basic particles.

The shockwave from the explosion instantly vitrified the permafrost within a radius of hundreds of miles, refracting distorted subspace light and shadow.

On this surreal battlefield, the tug-of-war between the two sides has lasted for three stellar cycles.

The orc warlords continued to assemble new war machines from the scrap heaps, while the necromancers activated time traps, banishing the entire Greenskin commando force into time rifts.

The giant lava crater in the center of the battlefield, which was tens of kilometers in diameter, had now become a chaotic vortex connecting different dimensions. The bottom of the crater shimmered with eerie light like a kaleidoscope, as if some mad god was creating a crazy abstract masterpiece using the universe as a canvas.
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Through the information relayed by the reconnaissance ships dispatched by the Imperial Navy at great risk, Chen Xi and the high-ranking officers of the expeditionary force were able to glimpse the results of this frenzied operation.

A holographic projection unfolded in the center of the command hall, with shattered planetary debris slowly rotating in the void, and distorted gravitational ripples and subspace rifts clearly visible.

"The Orcs' War Moon directly shattered the crown of the Necromancer's Throne world." An advisor stood before the star map, his voice low and solemn: "Both planets suffered severe structural collapse—the Orcs' War Moon shattered by a quarter, while the Necromancer's Throne world lost one-fifth of its mass."

Even more frightening is that the energy generated by the collision disrupted local spacetime, causing gravitational field disturbances, spatial distortion, and even abnormal time flow.

Right now, these two alien races are engaged in a fierce battle on the shattered ruins of a planet, and have no time to attend to the Empire in the short term.

The command hall was silent, with only the low hum of the servo skull and the buzzing of the Thinker engine echoing in the air.

"In my opinion, let those two alien races fight like dogs!" The naval lord general slammed his hand on the table, making a dull thud. "The expeditionary force can use this time to consolidate the conquered planets, reorganize the fleet, and wait until they are both exhausted before dealing with the remaining one!"

His voice carried a long-suppressed weariness and anger.

During this period, the Imperial Navy bore almost all the pressure – from the initial orbital bombardment to the later fleet battles, and finally the planetary defense wars, each fierce battle causing the fleet's casualties to rise continuously.

The general's proposal was quickly approved by most of the commanders.

Although the expeditionary force has successfully occupied several planets and expanded the empire's territory, the cost has been equally heavy.

The extension of supply lines, troop losses, ship maintenance needs, and the growing war-weariness among soldiers all became problems facing the high command of the expeditionary force.

(End of this chapter)